Did you get that? Another suicide following the Clinton foundation, only there was no way this guy shot himself. It's obvious to me with as much as I've seen and read into this catastrophic and morbid group of people. But, the Clinton's are murderers and anyone else who thinks differently just has not looked into it enough.

Even after looking into it, you start to gaslight yourself thinking that people can't be this sick and twisted, but it's true. There's no way that this many people surrounding the Clinton's foundation or who want to speak out just end up killing themselves. It's quite impossible to tell you the truth.

I started seeing these videos, and they'd be first hand videos about it. Then, they'd disappear off the web. Next, I'd see their families coming forward with more evidence and they'd be removed from the web. Next, is see more first hand videos of concerned family members coming out with truth, and they'd end up "suicided" and their videos were removed from the web. Next, I'd find the community neighbors coming out with real concern in videos, and then videos about their supposed suicide as well. And, as you would know, those videos were also removed from the web. I found it sick and twisted. I hated my reality, because I felt there was nothing I could do. I wrote a letter to the Clinton foundation asking for a penny. I also stated what I knew about these murder suicides and the next thing I knew I was under attack by the system, systematically ruining my life, and I was being robbed of my dignity. I knew what was going on though. I just didn't know how to go about getting information out to the public. It wasn't just these things going on, but I needed a way out of where I was staying. I ended up homeless where no one believed me for how serious this shit got.

Whenever I was left alone with the system, I was being plotted against, and the people running things were trying to get me on something that would kill me. I simply couldn't comply with taking something that was closing my throat and swelling up my tongue, but I kept talking to family and friends and writing about my experiences. But, still no one believed me. They instead insisted that they hear it from the professionals while the professionals were undermining me and setting me up. I couldn't believe how much people needed to hear the fiction that a doctor would say, and call me crazy, like really crazy and want to put a hold on me longer then I already was. It was absurd.

But, believe it or not, I think I was targeted. My finances was targeted. My home was targeted. My family was targeted and I was left homeless because of being targeted. I know I wouldn't have been Homeless had I had a family that believed I was worth an inch of their time. But, I wasn't. I was only worth hearing about from the "professionals" because I was "crazy."

Sadly, I don't think I'm crazy. I think I know something most people don't. I think I'll look into things deeper then most people have the patience to look into. I think I've studied things of this world more then three average person ever did. I was feeling that I needed to start making my own news channel and leave it up to people to spread the truth or just call me crazy and think I'm nuts. Honestly, I'm normal and don't feel ashamed to admit that most people live in an artificial reality. They read what they want to read. They watch whatever they want to watch. But, all that I think is that there's a whole lot more evil going on in the world then most people have the nerve to look at. And I built up the nerve to look at it and decipher for myself what was true or not true.

I guess I just want people to know my truth before I die. I want people to know that I used to have dreams and was inspired to do things a little differently with my life and I wasn't ashamed of saying it. I think the shame is all the other way around.

It's sad how many people have died around the Clinton's and how many people came out to talk about something they're truly concerned about, online, only to be killed and have their information be taken off line. All I wanted to do was make enough of my own news that it would stick online. I don't believe in censorship so that's why I write on Steemit. I think if someone read all my work, they'd know that I was just finding out how rotten the world really was and how it wasn't this artificial reality where everything is so great when it isn't. Prior to this however, I had dreams... Just people turn into shit the second you want to call them out on something they're doing or call them out on something they believe to be true. And, so much that they deny the dialogue. Instead of talking about it, it just gets pushed to the side because no one cares. No one cares if you're under attack, and the only way they'll care is if they're under attack. No one cares how bitter the world is treating anyone until it happens to them. Sadly, not even family.

I still believe what I believe. I still think I was a targeted individual, by people running with the law. By police. By judges. By landlords, and by psychiatrists. By ordinary people. By the Systems they put in place to overwhelm you. I was set up to fail where I needed Justice. And Justice without morality gets us no liberty. It gets people living an alternative life from the one they could be living. And as long as you're living that way, there are people that are happy. Happy your character is assassinated and that you have no one who'll believe you. Happy your money is drained because they don't want you to have your own money. You just might be able to get a number of people to think.

You see. What this world is afraid of is just that. They don't want they're covert operations to be brought to the light because they'd be in trouble for what they do and what they've done. And I know if these people were caught doing the things they have done, then and only then people would see why I write this way. Why I fight these systems. And why I share the things that I share.

I believe in a better world. I know there's more to life then what I've been living and what I've been forced to go through. But I've learned also and know what to look for when it comes to covert operations. I know now what I didn't know before all this happened. And I learned about some things before they happened to me, so I knew what I was in for... I just couldn't believe it. Like a doctor telling me I was suicidal because I'm scratching my back and shoulders. I said, "are you kidding me?" "This is a joke right?" Am I being pranked by Ashton Kutcher? But, I wasn't on television and I was being punked. I've seen it beforehand. I learned that that is what they're going to tell me before trying to put me on some medication.

And you know the silly part? They somehow knew that I knew. They knew that I studied this beforehand. They knew that I wasn't going to simply comply with what they wanted me to do because I learned how horrible these medications were. I learned first hand while taking some of them and feeling like a zombie, and I learned a whole lot more taking myself off of them.

I was scared of my world view because it had become erroneous with a hunger for information. It had become slaughtered for lack of better words. I was simply scared of what was going on and what I witnessed happening online to information and to people's lives. I just didn't want these things to happen to me as well, and they were. But, no one could see it but me. No one could see that I watched things play out in my life how other targeted individuals were coming out saying was happening to them. And it wasn't until they were saying I'm suicidal that I realized what was going on.

I wasn't suicidal though. I was wanting to live more then ever, and they just were not caring how much I valued life. They just put down in their computers that I'm suicidal even though I told them that what they are doing was a lie and far from the reality here. But, that's what they needed to put down so they did. I told them that it was wrong what they were doing and that I would be ashamed of myself if I was doing those things for money. In fact, I told that doctor that I hoped he enjoyed his precious money because that shit is your heaven. And you're a liar. You're actually putting in your computer that I'm suicidal even though I'm telling you I have passion to live and I want to help others in a big time way. He said that he's got to put it in the computer that I'm suicidal. Like, okay, whatever. Thanks bud, but you're no real doctor and you're acting unreal towards me. I said a few more things with him to answer their stupid questions and then I said, I've got the right to not talk to you when you're acting like a complete ass hole and lying to yourself and the computer work. Then, I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but I didn't. I just said nothing. Kept asking if I could leave, and they set me up in a room where they'd keep coming in asking me all sorts of stupid questions. I just eventually said that I was informed by Hennepin county that I had the right to not talk to any of you here... So that's what I did. I say to myself... I wrote out as much abuse as I saw in that place and just said nothing to nobody. I didn't trust a single one of these people. How could I? They completely demolished my faith in them.

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