CHAPTER 42
(The "Miss Whisper" Conspiracy)
Civil cause# 49K061808-SC003848 was a big win for me but it still left me with lots of questions. Questions like what really happened on August 25th when I returned home only to find 11 extra three minute videos in my in home security cams? Why had my sister been acting funny that day and admitting to receiving a lot of out of state calls. Why on August 25th had I noticed my receipts needed for civil hearing disappear for a few days? But what really had me befuddled? Why did it seem like the very first Jess King sign get planted in my parents front yard? Where there lookouts while my apartment was invaded?
I don't know law in its entirety when it comes to being a renter but one thing I do know for a fact is that breaking into vehicles is definitely illegal as my very personal vehicle is "MY" property therefore requiring search warrants. I had tried to mail Spencer a receipt from a food vendor at the Brandywine Hospital in Coatesville PA on August 19th. This of course was just six days before I believed someone had invaded my apartment for thirty three minutes while family had served as lookout. On August 25th I had drove over to my parents house to pick up a Tom Tom GPS I knew I would need to deliver pizzas. When I left there several hours later some youths had planted a Jess King (A running Democrat) sign in my parents yard. Ever since that day slowly but surely I noticed her democratic signs appearing on other people's lawns but it seemed rather out of kilter that the first one landed way out on Edgewood drive?
Hospitals are not prisons. Hospitals are meant to be a friendly environment but massive budget cuts can always "de friend" those friendly environments real quick. My grandparents grew up in the Great Depression and live just as frugal as the Amish and Mennonites if not even more frugally. Brandywine hospital had always been where they went for emergencies as it was closest to where they lived and part of their network.
I'm not sure August 19th was a true emergency for my Grandpa but I clearly remember what I was doing PRIOR to receiving the call from my socialite sister that Pop Pop was in the hospital.
I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH SOME OLD TEXT HISTORY. Very, very old text history.
I'll never forget that along 222 walking along the highway right after Independence Day trying to blow off some steam because my company's retroactive wages had reached it's highest point of tipping over $2,000.00. In fact, not only had it reached its highest point but Celadon had the audacity to confiscate THE ENTIRE PAYCHECK FOR THAT WEEK.
As dehydrated as I was that night the last thing I really needed was some ignoramus hiding behind the curtains barking out orders via phone call to the officer to give me a citation of nearly $150.00 for merely walking along the shoulder of a highway. Was I guilty? Of course but that's aside the point.
People do it all the time and the question really remains still to this day where is the data evidence that "others" have been issued that $141.50 fine to dissuade me from believing I may have been singled out?
My phone spies on me all the time and shorts out every time I'm trying to read something it doesn't want me to read. If I want my phone to short out all I really have to do is read articles about Robert Blake or just google some ex girlfriends. But with all that said something seemed rather strange that Sunday morning scrolling through my text history to my brothers text message when I tried to trap him into admitting he had knowledge of my citation being issued that night. "You are paranoid. I never talked to him that night. The only thing that stinks is your attitude.” (August. 09 @ 12:48pm)
Attitude? That word gets used by him over the years a lot. If the alphabet people were so righteous with putting me in prison for nine months after merely sitting in a chair with a grade three shoulder separation from a motorcycle accident concerning owed wages from Flagger Force, wasn't it a bit ironic that the paperwork started off by mentioning "My attitude?". Just a bit weird on the terminology with that but when the Hot or Not website lists you as a 9.8 you may end up being that Shepherd that the sheep adhere to I suppose.
But now the conspiracy gets deep. Really deep. Who had broken into my car at the Brandywine hospital while I visited my Grandpa? Why was there no admission paperwork for my Grandpa? Why did the entire hospital seem unusually vacant? Why did I have to put up a big fuss just to get a receipt so I could later use it for fact checking? But as far as the peekaboo conspiracy went I still had to figure out where the initial leak came from for the unconstitutional peekaboo conspiracy to initiate in the first place. Was Satan in fact not one of God's most beautiful angels?
Who acted most angelic like at career link where I spent much of my time job searching at the same computer? How close from me was she sitting? Did she have a whisper? Was she in fact a bit curious why I had to do quite a bit extra of furtive groping each time I had to reach for the flash drive on my keychain to download my Resume.
Had "Miss Whisper" secretly been finking to the police about the unusual amount of time I spent groping around trying to pull out that flash drive to prevent hundred dollar bills falling all over the floor?
What were the Peek-a-boos after when I noticed immediately after the hospital visit that things in my car had mysteriously relocated? Was any of this espionage legal?