Chapter One | Sunnyvale, CA 2015 | Part I
The First Memoir
My first memoir, Never Give Up: Buddhism, Family & Schizophrenia, I self-published in 2014. I was trying to get rid of my mom's so-called “family spy,” an idiot 4th cousin originally from Independence, MO named Sam who showed up stalking me in 2002 with Suzie Q and never really left. Unfortunately, I spent almost thirteen years calling him “Shithead” in my own mind. For the first memoir, I made up a fictional name for Sam. I called him “Loach” - the words leech and cockroach combined. Years later, I found out my mom mostly paid him in pills to “spy” on me, even though I had no criminal record, and had never really actually done anything wrong my entire life.
I self-published my first memoir in November 2014, and sent copies of the book together with a letter I had written to a few individuals who worked in news media and broadcasting, none of whom ever responded. I wrote to 60 Minutes, KGO Radio, Howard Stern, The Tonight Show, NPR, Katie Couric and others, but no one wrote back. The memoir's ending was inconclusive, and I merely tried to sum up what I thought might have been the problem at the time, which really only amounted to my own suspicion of criminal activity related to drugs and prostitution. I couldn't figure out why Sam McKellar and Suzie Q had been labeled my schizophrenia diagnosis and I couldn't understand why no one ever said a word. It turned out to be a much larger problem than the one idiot I had referred to as “Shithead” since 2002.
The Terrorists in Our Own Backyard
“Remaining silent in the face of injustice is the same as supporting it.” ~ Daisaku Ikeda {1}
The Libyan Bombmaker's Foiled Plot (early 2016)
When writing about Michael and the Libyan bombmaker, I remember Joe Biden laughing the entire time. Biden claimed he “did it” so he could get to Michael. Specifically, what he did was allow himself to be blackmailed by my brother Jeff with a Polaroid “dick pic” taken in the White House so it looked like Jeff was going to give Biden a great blow job in front of the President's desk. However, the only thing that ended up happening was Biden decided to sign Jeff's “Vice Presidential Executive Order,” approving the upgrade of the U.S. nuclear weapons arsenal. Fortunately, for everyone else, the Vice Presidential Executive Order doesn't actually exist as part of the U.S. legal system.
Michael, however, either didn't know, or didn't care about the non-existent VP Executive Order, and claimed the upgrade was approved. Michael was a shorter Caucasian male I knew as Michael or Travis #1. He had a curly, gray-haired wig and he would visit my pill-dealer neighbor Tracy's house across the street on a regular basis. The last time I saw Michael, I was walking my dog Savannah at Cuesta Park in Mountain View. We left the parking lot, crossed the grass and headed toward the Grant Road side of the park when I looked up and saw Michael running past me across the grass away from another man I didn't recognize, yelling as he ran:
"It was too approved!!!"
Michael held a few papers in one hand as he ran across the grass, referring to the VP Executive Order {2} Jeff had blackmailed Biden into signing, approving the upgrade of the U.S. nuclear weapons arsenal with the use of a nonexistent legal instrument no doubt invented as part of a grandiose scheme on my brother's part. When their crazy circus showed up later that summer in the house next door, Jeff got stuck in a wheelchair on the sidewalk on Tasman Drive screaming and yelling in response to someone's question:
“What'd you do it for?!?”
Jeff threw his head back in the air, but there was nothing to bang it against while sitting in the wheelchair, so he just kept yelling,
“I did it because I wanted to do it! I did it because I wanted to do it!”
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At Cuesta Park, Michael ran toward the bus stop on Grant Road as I walked with Savannah in the same direction. We came to a group of trees not far from the bus stop when I noticed a black-haired, brown-skinned man pushing a baby stroller in the direction of the bus stop. I saw a woman waiting for the bus and then Savannah stopped abruptly to eat some grass. I bent down and pretended to tie my shoe so it wouldn't look like I was spying on the people waiting for the bus.
Savannah (or maybe the two of us) may have foiled the plot. The bus pulled up to the bus stop and the woman boarded while the brown-skinned man continued with the baby stroller past the bus stop in the direction of El Camino Hospital. Savannah and I left the park after our walk, but later that afternoon an explosion occurred at a liquor store near Lawrence Expressway and El Camino Real in Sunnyvale. I wasn't sure exactly what caused the explosion, but it destroyed a liquor store and a bar next to the 7-11 on El Camino Real.
That evening on the news, I listened to a report of an East Bay woman who turned in her "husband" because he was looking for chemicals under their kitchen sink to make more explosives. Presumably his missed connection at the Cuesta Park bustop was the reason. They claimed it was the Libyan bombmaker and this incident was the beginning of the end for global terrorist idiots. Due to Savannah's efforts, their Improvised Explosive Devices fizzled out and wouldn't explode. Apparently, they used lemon juice instead of gasoline and ended up putting hair gel in the tip of ICBMs because their nitro plot was discovered as well.
Notes
{1} Daisaku Ikeda is a peacebuilder, Buddhist philosopher, educator, author and poet. As third president of the Soka Gakkai lay Buddhist organization in Japan, founding president of the Soka Gakkai International (SGI) and founder of several international institutions promoting peace, culture and education, he has dedicated himself to bolstering the foundations of a lasting culture of peace. https://www.daisakuikeda.org
{2} Obtained by Jeff. Jeff blackmailed Biden into signing something they called a “Vice Presidential Executive Order” - something that doesn't actually exist. Jeff blackmailed Biden by taking a polaroid of the two of them together in the White House. Jeff was kneeling and had Biden's dick in his mouth, a form of blackmail he used to get Biden to sign a “VP Executive Order” that would have approved funding for an upgrade of the U.S. nuclear weapons arsenal back in 2015. However after a short time looking up “VP Executive Order” on the internet, I discovered that there is no such thing written into U.S. government law. Only the more popular “Executive Order,” something a president can use to create law actually exists!
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