CHAPTER 44
(TRUSTING THE ENEMY)
There's an old saying that's been around for years. "Keep your Friends close and your Enemies closer."
My delirium is going to land me in jail someday and I really have no ability to stop it. Because my privacy has been invaded mostly my entire life any time I accidentally misplace something I'm 100% sure it was due to a privacy invasion. If I can't find a shirt. Somebody snuck in and stole it knowing I intended to wear it the next day. Cellphone slipped out of pocket and fell under driver's seat? To me no it didn't. Most likely the Peek-A-Boos had been stalking me all day and cleverly stole it. It never ends with me. I'll never get better. I've had some EXTREMELY close calls but luckily always did one last exclusive vetting to find whatever item I had misplaced.
The meddling of my civil hearing in Indy has traumatized me ten fold simply because I have to live an entirely different lifestyle. I can't even take a shower without locking all the doors. Every ceiling tile or any noticeable crack has tape over it in case the Peek-A-Boos use some James Bond Q-Spider robots to spy on me. Every time I close a door I have to prop a sneaker up against it to know if the door has been opened that's how bad my delirium has gotten over the years.
January 12th, 2019. (Enders Game)
My wish is finally coming true except I'm stuck with one last very serious game altering decision concerning this UC appeal. Who in fact in this psychological game of unemployment warfare is in fact my enemy conspiring for me to lose? "Laura" or Spencer? Can I trust a nationwide powerful man that I've never met in person? Is he sickened by the "They're out to get me" conspiracies like everyone else that feels threatened by my lengthy mental history? Or is my nemesis in fact "Sarah" still secretly posing as "Laura" whom was Mr. Paul's manager that most likely encouraged him to tinker with my paychecks in the first place?
It's Saturday and I have off work from trucking today. Over the summer I had learned little bits and pieces from each individual I have dealt with since I did all the Indiana civil work pro se.
I've learned a lot of legal skills from Spencer. I've learned I don't have to accept registered mail from Mr. Paul. I've learned that women are deftly skilled at hiding behind men to take the heat from their dirty work. But what had I learned from the corporate attorney representing the entire Trucking company?
How to prepare some impressive legal documents!
I giggled to myself all morning long as I tinkered around on my lap top putting an "updated" affidavit together to get the attention of the UC board. Time was up in my mind and nearly six months later since my mid July UC claim I knew it was time to get this show on the road. EVEN IF THAT MEANT GOING BEHIND SPENCER'S back. They say "A closed mouth doesn't get fed" and "God only helps them that help themselves". Well, today I'm about to spill the beans to the UC board ON EVERYBODY. The can of worms is getting opened today!
Spencer told me not to respond to the UC department that he would handle everything but guess what? Spencer isn't here right now. Spencer lives over a thousand miles away!
These days everybody likes to have a bargaining chip. All this time I have been wasting time banking on a stranger from many miles away to keep the UC board in check when in reality at this point I should be putting down the sword and joining the dark side. I knew "Laura" would be impressed by the text history I had printed out of my representative's alleged "winning"
Plans. As a lazy trucker I've always said for years now that Luke Sky walker should have put down that sword and take the easy way out by joining the dark side. So maybe "Laura/Sarah" was intentionally discriminating against me but why wouldn't she? Every other female in this world surely left an indelible ink history of screwing with me so why should she be any different?
Because I'm too lazy to delete things I'm an expert at preserving information so at this point in the game wouldn't it just be more fun to get those affidavits going and watch them both turn on each other, wait until their guard goes down, and swipe those owed Retroactive UC checks when they're both not looking? I liked my brilliant strategy. I even knew that Hillary herself would be impressed by my psychological warfare tactics.
During the Prez runnings I was actually the one to notice how Hillary intentionally sat out from a few debates so the political “Meat heads” could rib each other's appearances and sword fight with four eyed dorky remarks. Pure genius if you ask me. I was smart enough to know that despite the temptation to personally fill out discrimination forms and forward a complaint about "abnormal" temperatures at Career Link and "unnecessary"
Phone call Hang ups while requesting data to back up opinions would get me absolutely nowhere. I had a zero social network account. Zilch. There was no little birdie logo next to my name on the internet followed by thousands of online followers. I would have to be a complete fool to believe I could get "Sarah/Laura's" boss to stop discriminating towards single guys devoid of little babies screaming "I'm hungry" in the background. No, no, no. I was going to turn on Spencer and join that team of "conspiring witches". I was going to join the dark force by spilling the beans about Spencer's winning strategy with the appeal process!
As I finally mailed the UC board the material that "I" had put together I knew that the imaginary poker chip was still sitting steadfastly on the pass line as every new day was another roll of the dice. By me mailing these updated documents would be like me placing additional imaginary poker chips on all the "place bets" with the point on and still stuck on the four. So now if the shooter rolls a seven I not only lose my initial pass line bet but all my poker chips splayed out on the table. Oh well, I think to myself, Time heals all wounds Spencer would strongly advise against this "little mousey affidavit" getting plopped into the mail but shouldn't I be looking on the bright side?
Aren't my odds now pretty darn good that I'll get my paragraph of fame in his next book with cute little headline captions such as "The Boy Who Didn't Listen To Me?"
As I drove my car up to the blue drop box I make a point as always to notice the collection times. 10am and 4pm. I'm still curious to this day about the 6:41am 9-1-1 call that I made that Saturday morning February 12th, 2005 concerning Federal case #59017-066. It sure seems interesting that since then a lot of those blue drop boxes now have tiny slots instead making it nearly impossible to mail very large packages. Had my infamous package I mailed to Dr. SOB ever been stamped or had I been "man handled" by someone trying to play the role of Judge, Jury, and executioner? Only God knows why that parcel had never been stamped but who out there knows why my name change petitioning parcel has never been stamped as well?