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Below are personal sentiments at the given moment in time.

FORMAT: Rough Draft

This Website is created in memorium of a Springfield Ohio Clark County Municipal Court-Case ripoff

A Judiciary we can no longer afford to finance.

Perspective Askew -page 4

Georgia

If I were lying, I'd be in jail for the following statement.

One time the government gave me a different name to use.

Having been beaten in broad daylight in my own office in Rochester NY (while a henchman stood at the door), a gun was produced and my life threatened, but that's not the topic here, the aforementioned is stated because it's the premise for my having fled New York and having ended up in Kennesaw Georgia.

By the time I arrived in Georgia, I was tapped. The traverse was actually like a big "C" on the map, so I left NY went South-West as far as Nevada and then backtracked to Georgia taking the southern route.

Shortly after having arrived and having tired of the "Boy you better get that thing taken care of, you hear?", and "Boy, An out-of-State license and out-of-state license plate on your truck are reason for our stopping you today", and "What brings you down here all the way from New York, anyway?", it was "decided" that paying off the driver's license mafia was better than dealing with their road henchmen, and would be a first step into blending in to obtain some semblance of peace.

As a side note: I never understood that super-myopia mentality of the "South will rise again". Seriously, the south was like that...one time a contractor stopped all his subcontractor workers, held up his arms and shouted to all the workers that "the yankee mason has arrived". That might be normal behavior if I were late for a job, but I wasn't. This was the pre-agreed upon time for an estimate only, and I'm certain that my arrival was early and never was I known to be late. It was as if everybody was hating me in Georgia...the southern whites hated me because I was a "yankee", the blacks hated me because I was white, and the Mexicans for pretty much the same reason (but Mexicans were the most tolerable haters, and ended up later becoming my best employees).

I'll admit, when first arriving in Georgia, I had an awful New York accent, and maybe a delusional personality to go with it (which is normal behavior in New York, but now I was completely in foreign territory).

My accent may not have made a good impression, however my handwriting is pretty much standard the nation-over, and could not conceivably be the cause of the Georgia Driver's License Bureau for having sent me a license with an "S" at the end of my last name. Now I was Kenny Hendricks! It was no picnic, mind you. At first it was bloody heebeejeebies. Try to get a bank account or a job with a social security card with one name and a license and job id with another....no check-casher will touch you which invariably meant giving or sending the check to someone else for a loss of a fee! Also I had to learn to say my new name because the times I didn't, would cause me to be denied when applying for credit and anything else money-related, or that required more than one form of i.d.

Of course we will not let our mind's be besmirched by pondering if the state ought to be liable for their faults, just as everybody else is liable when we make an error. I tell you no lie when I state it was heebeejeebies trying to feed myself because of the State's error. Consider this scenario: You have a check that cannot be cashed because it has a name that is not yours (but it's your check because you worked for it).

Thank God for Millionaire Gene Griffin! A true southerner that didn't openly hate me. I called him Bank Gene (at first), and later he became Investor Gene.

...anyway, so I was upset that people were so damn simple in accomplishing the arduous task of typing the correct name into a computer to successfully print out a license and mail it to me. I mean, if we fail at that, where do you go from there?

Little did I know, that the state-sponsored error was going to become the most successful moment of my life. But initially I felt indignant because money was tight. I decided to call and find out how to correct the error (state records will reflect that I called within minutes of opening the delivered mail the same day that the United States Postal Service delivered the Georgia License to me), and upon informing the female agent over the phone of the problem, I was offered two avenues :

1.) Return to get re-evaluated with new photo, finger print, etc. (and to my recollection this would be at MY cost), or door number two, which was

2.) Keep the flawed license and correct the renewed license when the next renewal came around (I don't remember the exact number of years the Georgia license was good for back then).

Either way though, I was the victim that would be losing money, time, life and liberty (LOL) to remedy somebody else's error.

The need to stay gainfully employed left me displaying option Two when requested, and that's where it all started.

I was somebody else.

I cannot even begin to describe to you how fast things moved after learning to say my new name. One day I was putting in foundations and veneers and scrounging for contracts, and the next I was doing government and Fortune 500 Company contracts gaining high security clearance to obtain my own contract with Georgia's Lottery-producing Department (which by the way, possess one phenomenal security system.....you people who "play" or tithe to the lotteries actually pay for it though).

I went on to conclude contracts for three water treatment plants, two in Georgia and one in Tennessee, and concluded contracts with TJ Maxx, General Mills, Fluor Corporation's TVA, strip centers and tracts, and even Georgia's largest historically renowned Cathedral of St. Phillip, and much more.

Later in life I would learn from the FBI that they had presumed me dead (implying the hunt was off for a spell).

But the heyday ended when my old name became my new name again.....

The Air Force Hangar

I should stop here to give a sincere shout-out to my friend and initial investor, my friend and blessing, Old Man Gene Griffin! This millionaire had a down-to-earth heart. I met him at a motel where he was playing cards with the attendant and his girlfriend (later wife). Without him, not much of the successes would have been probable.

Gene had a contract with the Air Force Base.

An entire hangar was at his disposal and he extended that to me, allowed me to use it cheaply (cheaper than any storage spot would have otherwise charged me. In fact, he initially wanted to let me use it for free but I don't generally do business that way if I can help it, free usually implies a catch and certainly denotes an owed favor or indebtedness).

Within days of having met Mr. Griffin, he purchased a truck for me. I of course paid back with an unexpected or unrequested interest amount to boot. He was definitely worth more to me. I tried to plant good bridges as best I could back then. I was an outsider and needed good friends and associations as there were no family or friends to fall back on.

I feared that Mr. Griffin, who so kindly financed the first professional work truck I had ever owned, was either doing something illegal or was a genius. I couldn't resist, so I asked him. As it turned out, Gene also owned a truck body shop and a junkyard of his own too! Gene was an amazing man with amazing stories from all his exploits.

While my name was changed, I even worked on the talking house of the POSTMASTER GENERAL of the whole United States! His house talked, back then it was not common to have doors and refrigerators talking to you.

Suddenly I was being offered property by contractors in recompense for filling their requests. And once someone important in an airline, that I can't remember his title at this moment, offered an all-expense paid flight and domicile in Hawaii if I installed some masonry there. I was in demand and couldn't do all the work so the prices were made higher so less people would call for me. It was the heyday. But it didn't last long, a few years, maybe less.

Note: I will not elaborate upon the Database, a new technology that I figured out all by myself, which enabled me to fax at a press of a button everybody in any zip code automatically regardless of whether or not their number was listed (or even known by anybody else).

Once per month I simply designed a flyer and hit the magic button to knock on the doors of hundreds overnight.

Soon afterward, about the year 2000 or just prior, the government passed a new law that "unsolicited calling" is a crime (regardless of the nature in which the call was made).

The renewal of "my" license, another difficult time,.

Then the surreal:The black cloud was back.

Enter John Aghajanian, rich David, the private Yacht club, and the tumble from goodness.

(will write more about this topic later)

New York

This section concerns a murder that hadn't anything to do with me. I was young when this happened, maybe 20ish. The murder happened in a public area on a well-traveled street in daylight with plenty of people around (I believe it was called Monroe Avenue or maybe it changes name when it gets into the city....would have to look at a map to make certain). But when I attempted to relate to the "good guys" that arrived on scene as to exactly what had occurred, I was profiled, accosted, handled roughly, and ultimately slammed against a parked car in front of a bar of onlookers (Defensive Note: I don't drink so the placement of a bar between the path to the mini mart was happenstance. And for the record no, I was not in the bar before, during or after the incident. And no, the bar hasn't anything to do with the murder).

The "good guys" charged and jailed me using that catch-all window, I believe it was again "Disorderly conduct", because the officer thought I said "what a diclC" as I obeyed his undignified command and was walking away from him.

After my release I visited the pub hoping to find some of the people that had seen what happened to me, but even of those that saw the incident, declined to give me their name or number. The bar tender also declined to be a witness; in New York this is to be expected (unless the state demands them to be a witness for the state, that is).

Via Bait-and-Switch "education" system. indoctrinated me to believe there were checks and balances, so I filed with the Internal Affairs against the officers that did that to me. Supposedly they were recording the meeting. We all know the script, months later, the case was summarily dismissed.

Situation Contained.

It's what they do.

It's for the show that shows no recompense for the greater damage upon the greater numbers.

It was the beginning of the realization that profit is the deciding factor as to whether ethics, fairness, or any semblance of goodness become variable or viable to those over us. We "learned" these tenets from only one primary source, it was the schools via Federally mandated Curriculum financed by big business in what business wanted in the worker of tomorrow.

Netherlands

Contrasting our taught present-day American programming, is the Netherlands. If you get your wife pregnant in the Netherlands, the government PAYS the father or mother to stay home for two years during the crucial developmental years of the child (that's a government that cares about the quality of its citizenry, in my opinion).

In fact, since they legalized Drugs and Gambling (and even Prostitution), the crime-rate actually fell to less than 2% !!! Having taken the dictates of what one human can and cannot do with his or her own money or body apparently worked for the good of the citizenry over there (and their nation also).

It's really surprising to me that I never hear people saying that the Netherlands is the model nation of the planet. The country is not hated by any other country (because the Netherlands doesn't have a history of repeated meddling in the affairs of its neighbors), and the Netherlands does not push its ways upon any other country (as opposed to this present ongoing/never-ending war we are in...about 20 years after "mission accomplished").

The place was awesome without thugs or a thuggish polity's police force. I was blown away with the diverse cultures there, but more-so with how genuinely good the people were. As an example, when I showed up at Schipold Airport, I sat down to rest at the railway station, but accidentally left one of the most important bags. I instantly found myself without money, passport , everything important! I ended up at moustafa's hotel (motel?) because it was affordable for the converted dollars to Guilders that remained in my front pocket. At about 2am an officer knocked on my door which really surprised me because I had earlier tried to find one of those (police aren't at every corner, like here).

The Dutch Cop asked politely my name and I told him. He asked whether I lost something and I stated I did. He then produced my bag and my wallet. The wallet still had the cash in it!!!

The officer stated that a man found the bag unattended at the rail station and turned it in ';-)

I instantly fell in love with the country when the next day I noticed something on their streets. There were no sirens or police looking for prey, there appeared no homeless, there wasn't anyone asking me for money or calling me names because of the color of my skin, nobody was eye-balling me...hmmm.

It wasn't long before I decided that the Netherlands is me, I'm staying.

While in the Netherlands I applied for a "sophie" number which is the equivalent to our social security number.

As a side note concerning Bums:

The Dutch form of "bums" were actually giving something to the people! Of the VERY few I saw, none were begging....not one!

I saw a cute girl on one of the myriad of stone bridges there...she was playing a stringed instrument and singing and I sat some distance watching and admiring the beautiful music she made.....then I saw a man drop a coin between her crossed legs....I immediately was surprised because I didn't know she was a bum! Then another time on the main drag (same road as moustafa's), I was walking and noticing that everyone was better dressed than I was....I felt kind of dirty having just walked by a gold statue right in the middle of the sidewalk.

Beginning to debate whether or not I even had any nicer clothes to blend-in better with, suddenly shrieks from behind caused me to spin and notice young adults and parents behind me that looked alarmed.

Okay I saw it, but at first it was like, "Holy crack did that statue MOVE IT'S EYES?" (I mean yeah, it seemed oddly placed to have a statue but I had bigger things to consider).

And then I saw one of the parents toss a coin toward the person who painted a box to stand on and every inch of his clothes and self with gold, another bum....in all the time I was there only 4 or 5 were seen (and I went everywhere, I was on trains, ferries, trams, horse and buggy, a passenger bike, walking, and of course bus). Our dollar was worth 3 times more than the guilder (their dollar at the time), nowadays our value is 1/3rd of their new currency (Euro) which makes the place no longer affordable since our dollar is so depreciated.

Also in the Netherlands, one would almost have to kill somebody to end up in jail or prison (whereas in America, the "lawmakers" have created such a myriad of conflicting and entrapping laws against its citizenry that ANYBODY can conceivably be found guilty of something), but if you did end up in a jail or prison over in the Netherlands, the government actually allows regular conjugal visits, can you imagine that?!

Which, when you think about it further, regular Conjugal visits has advantages:

A.) Keeps the marital ties close, reduced divorce.

B.) Eliminates Stress and undue anxiety within the system. of reform

C.) Diminishes gay rape

D.) Conforms with biblical standards, "It is not good for man to be alone"

In contrast, the U.S. jailers torture, sometimes subjecting their inmates to extreme cold, other times taking all clothing leaving the inmate naked in a concrete box for weeks at a time, even refusing to feed for failure to conform to institutional-ism, and other sick tactics appear to be the only extracurricular for this nation's employees. They even removed HEOP (higher education opportunity programs) from the U.S. prisons, ensuring a predictable cash-cow for those that make the laws to re-profit from the controlled test population over and over again. Without education, recidivism ensures that the poor and unlawful are left with no hope, akin to sweeping dirt under a rug, it's not seen but sure to re-emerge dirtier than when initially confined.

If the government still allows you to travel, trust me ... visit the Netherlands (and then bother to notice the stark contrast when returning home).

This story leads to a murder but will elaborate when I find time. In short, if you can escape and can afford it, Do Bother to Visit Holland....and rather than feed the monopoly hotels that have begun to infiltrate, consider staying at a hostel for a couple of weeks. You'll see, the fears we have to live with here (about leaving our property and bags around others) is totally unfounded in the Netherlands. I would be proud to pay taxes in the Netherlands and to become a citizen there.

(will write more about this topic later)

Synopsis: In Denver I learned that the State of Ohio had suspended my license for not paying extortion to them for "damages" incurred on the roadway. After each of us drivers were issued summonses....it was either continue to the plane in Denver or wait a few weeks for the Court date in Ohio.

Welcome Back.....Even the chanting of the Customs Officials to their beagles (or whatever those things were), as they ordered the dogs (good god, even the dogs are manipulated here): "Find it, Find it"!~, the Agents ordered.

So after the dogs and their captors were done spreading good will from around my bags, a few weeks later I found that the road scammer and the State of Ohio held court without my presence. The US Government can show that I was in the Netherlands when they held court without my presence and could very easily verify when I left the States. Yet Ohio frothingly award the claimant-scammer thousands of dollars for "damages". Later the Judge would also suspend my license for refusing to pay.

Despite the police report having clearly stated: "No Damages, No Injuries", the scammer submitted to the court photos of the entire quarter fender and bumper off his car and that was enough for the judge, apparently the judge never bothered to wonder why a police officer of the state of Ohio would lie on the scene claiming "No Damages, No Injuries" (but to date, this crooked way of doing business appears to be par for the course in Ohio See, another Ohio scammer

So rather than pay the extortion, I quit driving (more than a decade now). I'm told I can get a "license" to travel again but think it to be financing bad business, besides I'm adjusted now.

A big thanks to Mike Dewine

Our Ohio State Attorney General, for having participated and expedited the recompense of non-authorized demands for non-authorized funds to a monopoly for no service and no product, thanks

I know it sounds like a small amount to argue about, however the larger issue of the breach of public trust still stands (if they can hack my personal property, then where is the line drawn? At our webcams and microphones?). I feel this matter is of some national security considering virtually everything is computer-driven these days, this action puts our nation at risk entirely, in my opinion.

Although the aforementioned might give the illusion that I won something, I did not. I lost hours and hours of my life remedying the actions of the cause. My personal property was never recompensed and still sits here "bricked" and unusable. This was never about the money really, obviously it is a small amount. The greater issue is that if they can affect my system., can they not just as easily affect all other systems as well in the same manner? Whether it be from a rogue employee or whether the actions are state-sponsored/corporate-sponsored we will not be foretelling because when it happens it's too late. This is not windows or mac that we're discussing here, the systems the monopoly hacked and damaged is the same systems that are the very backbone of the entire internet infrastructure.

This next one I cannot myself at this moment in time recollect which state I was in.

Before I talk about the murder, I can tell you what I recollect about the jail or prison I was in (if it was prison, it was definitely NY though).

I was in the "box" but I don't recall what I did to get there.

The cell I was in was the first at the end of the hall

The solid door and solid walls made the place almost impossible to communicate in.

There was a woman that was dressed up as a guard or she may have been a guard, but the uniform she wore made her a sergent or corporal, something higher than a common correctional officer.

She came in the dead of night and was escorted by one or two male guards and when my door opened I do not recall yelling to get me up but the guards were not whispering either.

I was told to stand up, I complied. I was told to drop my state-issued trousers, I complied.

After a few moments I was told to go back to sleep but heard the next cell open and the next later after that.

Wherever I was, there were often threats to not feed me if I didn't shut up (because I wanted the federally mandated 1 hour out of the cage to stretch or at least get fresh air (there's actually reasons and really good ones at that, for the federal law, if you don't know why, please bother to do your homework and you will have learned something really mk-ultra-ish about the fact that they already know what happens to humans that are kept in isolation for long hours of long weeks, months, and for some years...their mind's are gone after a while, then their body, then premature death/murdered).

I do not recall how many times I was not fed but recall twice (this is not a shocker to anyone that has found themselves on the "wrong" side of the "law"

There was a guy, I believe he may have been Puerto Rican. One night I was awoken by the pleading, coughing, flushing, crying and pleading and calling out loud for the guard and coughing and wheezing and choking and banging and after a while various unseen others began to bang on their cell doors and also yell for the night-officer.

The only time we heard from the night officer was his one-time reply "shut the f&ck up and go to sleep!".

Most of us complied by shutting up but none of us probably could sleep to the strange sound the man was making while pleading.

It was odd.

We've all heard yelling when one is angry, and we've all heard yelling when at the ball park, and we all have heard yelling during exstacy, but this was none of those. This guy was genuinely screaming for a doctor, nurse, guard, other inmates.

He knew he was dying and after about two hours of this outrageous pleading I could tell he was really dying in there.

The inmates all started banging on their solid doors again and yelling, this caused the unseen guard at the end of the hall to yell back "I said shut the fluck up in there I'm trying to sleep!" and he slammed a door that ordinarily was left open. This particular guard never made one solitary walk through to check the inmates (that I know of).

I mentioned the issue of being fed earlier because once (while at MidState) I was poisoned via my food (but it was by the same nationality that I believe was what the dying man was).

He trailed off but one could tell he was really dying.

The next shift arrived and it was during their first walk-through that a rush of radios and keys and guards carried the dead man away from his cell.

Did he have kids? A wife? A mother? Was he even guilty of anything at all? Did he have a name? A fair trial based on TRUTH?

The fact is, If you ever get locked up, the other inmates are a negligible threat. The guards are your primary threat to surviving prison, if not by your food, then maybe by a beating.

There's been a lot of murders I've witnessed while in the STATE'S CUSTODY, some were instigated by the guards to put one inmate against another (who will come to their aid? How would anyone ever know?). In the New York State Prison System, they've actively incorporated something referred to as, "the Hub". It is the norm for the State to move inmates without notice (disrupting more than just visits from loved ones that cannot travel from one end of the State to the other). They've tasered just for fun, they've withheld food because they could, they've denied visits (because you might have made a fuss about how they were demanding you strip and pose for them), they've used their authority to completely fabricate lies just to get the last laugh, they've beaten, stripped, mistreated, and even hosted fights (two for me that I recall, the guard as referee), and more.

I need to end this last section here because it's after 4am but would like to close by saying that it, again, is not my intent to cause anger, or to sound as one that complains. But if there's ever a regime change that offers real humane opportunity, you damn-well better believe I'd be taking my geriatric self right down to the front lines. Not for me, my life is almost over...it's the next generation all of us are leaving without hope.

I believe we can do better.

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