Journal Trax3001BBS's Journal: Getting the mormons off my case 1
Half of the previous submission was missing. I took a lot of care being sure I had gotten it right, so a repost. Think I'm trying to hard to get it right. Sorry.
In Kennewick, Washington when the mormons thinks they've found a child molester,
they throw the kid(s) under the bus and harass the person or victim as they have
become.
Maybe someone here can help me out, this has been going on 25 years.
My Son and I shared a bed, it was large and nobody was in anybody's way.
Everybody knew this, or those that needed to. The person directly behind me and I
didn't get alone all that well, and I quit talking to him. So he told anybody
that would listen I was molesting my son, I just ignored him, as it was easy to
explain away.
This went on for years, every weekend my Son would visit. The house was poorly
built and the walls paper thin, you hear people through them. Something I'm sure
the Dog Ugly Indian did, and heard us in the same room together being proof enough for
her.
I met the one Dog Ugly Indian getting my hair cut in a beauty parlor. She said "I love
cutting the hair on people like you", figured she was hitting on mm and never
heard another word she said. Trust me, I should have listened. She put axle grease
in my hair and a loop then quickly left, not two hairs the same length. I sat for
the longest time trying to figure out what had just happened.
After that encounter we (son and I) would be followed where ever we went, rear
neighbor telling them where we were going and what time. Asking them what's up
they'd say "what do you mean" - so quite trying. But mormons were accusing me of
molesting my son.
Kicked my son out of the bed on his birthday, saying he was too old to be
sleeping with me. He still wouldn't use his bedroom but slept in the living room
on the couch. He was lonely, so invited a friend from where he lived to spend the
weekend with us. All of these kids the mormons threw under the bus, never a word
to one of the parents, there might be a problem. Many times I had never met the
kids parents, they just trusted me knowing, the kids would be safe and well taken care
of. Not one complaint from any of the kids- wasn't as exciting as they expected
so not many repeats.
My Mom sold the house out from under me, so moved to Pasco across the river from
Kennewick. Was just happy to be leaving the rear neighbor. I downloaded
something highly suspects (Japanese anime) and the cops checked my place and
imaged my hard drives. Didn't hear from them for quite a while after that.
My older Son was given custody of his kids, a Boy and Girl both very young. I
got the situation in Kennewick straightened out as planned on, spending a lot of
time with my Son and grandkids. The hard part is there's nobody to talk to about
this situation, so, got lucky.
Granddaughter and I went shopping. At the check-out, a looming bulk was standing
next to me like I was supposed to react in some manner, it was the Dog Ugly Indian and
damn if she didn't work across the street from my son at WinCo, I hadn't seen
here since the hair cut.
--I've tried to keep this short, with little luck.--
I'd watch the Grandkids when my Son was working. When he worked a full week at a
job site, I spent the week at his place with the kids. Friday he'd drive me
home. One day my truck was gone, so I called the Police and reported it stolen
and that I watched the kids during the week and if anyone tried to get a hold of
me they wouldn't of been able to. They told me it was impounded and I went and
paid to get it out.
A few weeks later I got a phone call saying they were the Police and they
understood I watched kids during the day, I said Yep. She then says were going
to monitor you through your cell phone I said ok, and meant it, I take pride
in my child care. As far as I know, I'm still being monitored, and it's been 9 to
10 months (I forget). A continuation of the search they did some 6 years
earlier in Pasco.
The next morning, Granddaughter and I went to WinCo shopping. I had a different
outlook now, hell, I had the Police in my back pocket.
While there, the Dog Ugly Indian walked by I cursed her out, she walked by again and I
reminded how ugly she was. It was what I normally said to her, in fact the only
things I'd say. Then the third time in 5 minutes she walked by again a first so
told her she couldn't watch me beat the granddaughter (it's not great humor but
I've used it before). She walked away in a huff and at that point I understood
she was indeed an idiot by every definition of the word.
I was never informed but the Ken the landlord was told to tell (I don't know
what) But it seems everybody with kids was told I would hurt them. My son bought
his forever home and as soon as he told the Ken the landlord, he went to
his new place and what he told the neighbors had them very scared of me. And
that he was on call to help keep me under control. mormons pay damn good money
to be told what to do.
I told the Ken the landlord everything I've written above, assuming he would revisit the
neighbors and tell them he lied. He never did, so this is me seeking legal
advice.
My Son was sent to live with me when he was 11, he knows me very well and knows
his kids are safe with me.
Understand, nobody that knows me believes me when I tell them what the mormons
think of me, I've been shouldering this all by myself, and I'm not good at
protecting myself my work history proves that.
My Son just assumes I've lost my mind, even the son I was supposed to of been
molesting has mocked me over this. I told his mom when my hair was cut, I thought
the mormons think I'm a molester. She said "the Mother always knows" I asked
what she meant, she finished, "They always tell the Mother". Well, that's not
true if you're a mormon.
Just been soldiering on till it proved itself.
Dude (Score:1)