Curly to straight to curly….

Pictures of me as a child, before the first brain injury at 5…. shows I had curly hair… now don’t get me started on the Endochrine system… it is nothing but chemistry and numbers and me getting it, not going to happen… but the neurological part… that I think makes sense…

We know that after the TV beating as I call it at 5 years old… we had bunkbeds and I am reasonably sure we were stationed in Kansas and staying in some dive duplex and Freda gets pg with the next kid… we need more space and we bought that trailer and parked it next to a cabbage patch… Boo have I remembered enough yet family, are you starting to get freaked or spreading your lies??? Just remember… you have to back up your lies… I have thousands of pages of medical records as, EVIDENCE!!!

We, Peg & I had tons of stuffed animals from the amusement park that I think opened in 49 and closed just a few years ago.. anyhow, when we got the trailer, I remember all our junk got thrown out, because not enough room in that trailer they bought…

When we moved into that trailer, within a year or two, I was being dropped on the floor, dead asleep from the top bunk on to the back of my head…

Now the curly hair nonsense…. Hippocampus… our primary operating system in the brain… damage it and you got problems…. by the time I was in 3rd grade, my hair was as straight as a board…. and that’s because of the non stop assault on my child brain, by parents and sister….

This went on from the time I was 5, when I remember the violence, until I left home… ehh… lets go back a year…17 when Don hit me upside the head… that was the last time a human, ANYONE, ever laid a hand upon me to hit me… now rape, that’s a whole nother story… that Admirals and Generals don’t like to hear… True Story…

The only other time I hit my head, I slipped on ice outside the BX little store at Vance AFB and barely hit the back of my skull….

After discharge, I had 8 bone scans from 1983 to 1988…. showing all kinds of uptake activity that is indicative from trauma or old age or disease… they thought I had Paget’s disease… they were wrong… as usual……. by 88 I was 33 years old… and my ribs looked like those of a 65 year old… my current age…

It all comes back to knowledge and I asked so many times over the years, I asked Freda, I asked Don, I asked Peggy, I asked Larry, I asked Tiny!!!! all christians who know their god… because if I had known the truth… just that fear of me knowing, would have caused their heart attacks… knock knock… I’m home….

I don’t get even, but I sure as hell won’t stop life from getting even for me… like I said before I have a gift… one, I have proven to Mike repeatedly over the decades and I have never been wrong…

Life does get even…. not gods… humans do it to each other when they believe in gods…

I just watch, wait, listen and observe… and life has yet to disappoint me… Patience really is a gift…oh and the curly hair… yep, it’s back, even long, it is curly…

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Sgt. USAF DAV I Remember… Margie…

Sending as much positive energy to judge Ruth… we lose her and our democracy is doomed and Salem Witch Trials and Spanish Inquisition and the Holocaust, will have nothing on the corruption of America by chrisitians…