More Conclusions.

Like I've said, I am slowly beginning to piece all of this together. Although as much I as I want to correct this injustice for myself and others, I'd rather not spend the rest of my life fight this battle. Especially if it's a hopeless battle that I never know when it ends. And like I said, now the Michigan Judicial Tenure Commission is stringing me along, and teasing and taunting me too, just like Judge Mack and Wayne County Probate Court and the rest. They want me to start sending them endless forms and petitions, paying for expensive notary publics, if I can even find any. Especially with the hours I keep and now preoccupied with all of this. And then only to have them reject them or tell me I sent them the wrong form. Is that fair to me? Did I do anything, anything at all really all my life, to deserve such a thing? Or to make such a thing in any way necessary? And if someone can't turn to the Judicial Tenure Commission for justice, where can they? Even the most serious felon would not be treated this way.

And I now realize things changed that shortly after that incident in Oak Park. That incident in Oak Park at that intersection September 11, 2013 where that arriving paramedic strangely recognized me, and was trying to take away my license because I didn't go thru the flashing yellow carefully, carefully enough. Even though that old man who didn't even see me was clearly at fault and probably shouldn't have been driving to begin with. That guard Courtney Meeks was the guard shot at that drug store that I was supposed to be going in 2014. And then around then that house next to mine was shot up. Right while I was in the kitchen and heard the gunfire right outside my window. Probably around 2022, because that is around the time that new neighbor moved in. Clearly there I was even led to believe to look out for me. He had security cameras turned on my driveway, and even Eric once hinted he was their for my benefit and security. This was also around the time that my neighborhood friend started telling me don't even mail a letter in the neighborhood, because it's too dangerous. More that just because I live in Detroit, but I am beginning to suspect because I was in some other specific danger around then. Someone, probably Eric or the police, spread horrible, false rumors about me. And you shouldn't say horrible things about someone like that even if they were true. Especially in a place like Detroit. But I need to live in a nice big house like I do. With all my stuff, the live I've grown into, my independence and all my medical consent. And I refuse to ever go to a group home. If someone tries to put me there even by force I won't let them. I'll block them at ever turn, I will stop them in whatever way I can.

I need to remain outside a group home free and independent with all my medical consent and ability to tell the world intact. And I need to keep things, as much as possible, the way they are now. I didn't ask for this treatment, I did nothing wrong. So why should I suffer for any of it? Why should I suffer any of the consequences? Why should I pay any of the money that it would cost to maintain my life, which isn't that expensive. I told everyone, I have Cerebral Palsy, autism and probably a couple of other things. Things my doctors should have known of, things that I should have been treated for early on, and things that may complicate dealing with the damage they did to me and my old age. I can't fill out all the forms, I can work to get that status from social security, I can't fight any of these battles or do anything of these things. Someone else will have to do them all for me. And I am getting much too old for this. I concluded long ago my only responsibility was to make sure I was happy and had a good quality of life. That about 30 years ago when people told me feelings like that were selfish. No they aren't, and society has the responsibility to provide that for its members. Especially handicapped ones like me. Especially as I enter my elderly years.

And now as my life falls apart around me and am entering my old age I am supposed to be fighting these endless battles. And somehow all of these people in my life need to regain my trust. But I don't think they ever will, none of them deserve it. Am I wrong?