More Conclusions.

And like I said, I will spend the rest of my life, what limited time those people who will go unnamed here, have left me with, exposing those three things. Everywhere I go, in every new situation, so the world knows and never forgets. And the car thing was a horrible, violent threat. I don't understand how people don't see that. And like many of the threats that were meant as mental abuse, it was meant to look harmless to onlookers. Onlookers and people who were following my situation. Because driving in the US is a privilege not a right. And so people didn't know what to think sometimes when they saw that I was a good driver too. And not only that, but how would I get to my doctors? All my medical care would be in jeopardy and gone. Which as I said was intended. I knew all of this even in 2005. And it is even more true now. Now that I know my medical consent and ability to cry for help is at stake too with that.

And I don't know why the police were taking part in that deliberate mental abuse. Mental abuse that took the form of horrible, often violent, threats since at least 1989. Or maybe 1986, if you include the Northville one. Their abuse took the form of the humiliation I have experienced all my life. Since childhood, actually. Abuse surrounding my mental status. Like when that one policeman said people without cars are so much happier that way. Or the humiliating people said, but the bus is fun. You should really try it! Like you would a three year old or something. I'm still trying to figure out what all the circumstances surrounding that drug store in my neighborhood were all about, where that guard was eventually shot and killed. That seems to have ended the discussion for me and my case. But like I've said, that guard could have been me. Which is another point I will always bring up. Till I die like I said.