Whilst a law abiding student in
2002, after being preyed on by the political perverts of prestigious
parliament, I felt like a hunted animal in a civilised utopia backdrop. After
months of being the victim of a barrage of human rights violations, which was
affecting me psychologically and making me question my patriotic fervour, as a
result of the unlawful attacks on my virtue, I sought a solution which would
place the evil I was enduring into the shadows of woeful nostalgia. As I was
not sure, as to why I was the human component of such a barrage of immoral
obsession, and the catastrophic attacks on New York had bought forth a
re-evaluation of geo-political realities, I was not sure if they deemed me an
enemy of liberty, democracy and the rule of law. I was confused by this deeply,
because having the penultimate name assigned to the Christian religion which is
Christopher, with the name Christian being the number one, I surely could not
be misconceived as a mujaheddin.
As I was at university, I
did not have the patience or time to be playing childish games. As they would
not talk to me, their endeavour was contorted with ambiguity. After three
months of the instability, with no communication as to the foundation of their
fixations, I could take no more of the mental abuse. I therefore chose to leave
the UK and thus eliminate and leave the problems from whence woeful
indistinctness came. Since I had become an educated man of reason and ambition,
I had dreamt of being a multinational corporate entrepreneur in the USA. I had
studied business, at Coventry University, School of Business, and felt that if
I could not achieve my dreams in the UK, then the USA would be my socially
mobile nirvana.
As the political climate
had not fully achieved convalescence after the abuses in New York, and I was
fighting for my life from the enemies of decorum, I chose Canada as my
destination for civilised normality. At university one of my favourite teachers was a Canadian ex-business woman. As we used to share private conversations, she told me that Canada was ripe for business. Not long after arriving in the great city
of Toronto, it became apparent to me that I had been followed across the Atlantic
Ocean. This annoyance continued throughout my stay there and my natural life
was contaminated by the poisonous fantasies, of the machine’s kinky policies
aimed for the purpose of divide and rule. They had before I left Britain, put a
spanner of doom in the works, of my healthy heterosexual lifestyle and
attempted to replace it with homosexuality.
Their plan of abnormal
kinky oppression was doomed from the start, as I would not be gay, and
therefore their policy to isolate me from women, to weaken, manage and destroy
me was psychological torture of Orwellian creativity. After I would seduce the
femme-fatal I desired, they would approach her with lies to make me undesirable
to her. Such lies may be that I was bisexual, a terrorist, HIV positive or
wanted as a serial killer. Not only was this partially a cause to my taking
pornographic imagery as a necessary stimulant of survival, my dynamic
confidence and trust of my fellow man had now become spiced with suspicion and
mistrust.
I still had to remain a repellent
of crime and anti-social behaviour, to remain free from oppression and their
dramatically orchestrated hit men. I had been a law-abiding citizen for many
years and as I had studied business law, at Coventry University, School of Law,
I now had a healthy respect for the statute protocols which create civilised
order, peace and libertarian modernity. Whilst at work one night, for a credit
card company on Toronto’s renowned Young Street, I phoned my aunt in the USA.
We had developed a close relationship from my six-year-old aged childhood, when
she would travel to England from New York and mix jugs of cold natural
lemonade.
I thus travelled there
with the endeavour of taking over a business in New York, which was a chain of
outlets, which transplanted hair to the scalp. My aunt was at the time residing
in Kissimmee, a district of Florida. The sections of Florida of her abode, main
economic functions at the time were the Disney World’s tourism industry, the
penal system and real estate. As many people would retire in the sunshine
state, there was much potential and growth in the property market. My aunt
owned a few properties close to her illusive neighbourhood and shortly after
our re-acquaintance; my baptism of fire was imminent, with the function, order
and elimination of the growing mountain of bureaucracy, which now controlled
her life.
When this would be
achieved, we would both go to New York City and once I was set up she would
return to Florida. Once I created order to her red tape, which with many full
days from dawn at six o’clock to midnight, seven days a week my task had prove
successful. She then started to make excuses, delaying our exodus to New York
City. We were both innocently sharing a double bed and I spent most of my days
in the public library with my former laptop computer.
She would go of by herself on other
arrangements. She then declared her love for me, attempted to trick me into
marrying her and began a seductive campaign to sleep with me.
My mother had warned me
of her, but I had felt that my aunt was okay and my mother, as most parents’
children think, was just simply overreacting. She was a middle class American,
having gained her green card, on arrival from Jamaica, many decades earlier.
She spoke with a conservatively eloquent American accent and was a widow, to
her former African American husband who had been an IBM employee. It had been
rumoured in family circles, that they think she poisoned him for the money left
her in his will. At the time, I felt that this speculation was melodramatic and
based on sibling prejudicial emotions. When she put into prison my cousin, who
I enjoyed fishing expeditions with on a Jamaican holiday, I still had the love
of a nephew for his aunt. Now I lived with her and she had lived alone,
devoting her life to business.
When I rejected her
endeavours for an incestuous relationship, she became the aunt of malice and
scorn. She would hide away my luggage into a storage company so I could not
just go to New York to try to make it alone. When I approached the police to
seek their help to get my property back, they would tell me that I would have
to file a lawsuit against her. After much time of being at the negative end of
her haughty prejudice, whilst continuously attempting to sleep with me, even
when I was asleep, one day whilst she tried to reject me from her car at the
other end of Florida, I lost my nephew manners and slapped her. I had been up
all day, in the heat of Florida and her annoying attitude, which I had planned
to put up with until we departed each other’s company in New York, was just too
much to endure and I slapped her hard.
She has thirteen brothers
and sisters in Jamaica and the USA, and they all found her to be not to their liking.
Jamaica has more churches of Christ, per square mile than anywhere else on the
planet. The majority of my relatives shun criminality and even though there is
crime within every ethnic group in the USA and the world, they view life in the pious
philosophy of God and the Devil. They view her as the Devil incarnate and
blamed her for what happened, after they found out I was taken to the
correctional facility and offered bail at $5000. After a long time in prison,
reading as many books as I could, all day every day, I was taken to court,
where I told the compassionate judge the plight I had endured. As I plead a no
contest plea, which means that one is neither innocent nor guilty, as I did not
want to overstay my visa, get deported and not be able to travel to the USA in
the future, I was offered probation from the UK. I knew that this was both
unconstitutional in the UK and US, but was happy to get out of prison.
I don’t think I should have gone to prison because on countless occasions I told the police that I was basically kidnapped, so they could talk to her and frighten her into giving me my luggage which had all my qualifications, which I needed to get by in New York's job market. When I arrived in England and sought legal advice, I was told that it was not internationally lawful for the USA to have given me probation to serve in England. Therefore, even though I had a good rapport with the judge and he seemed to have sympathy with my plight, because I chose a no contest plea, he met out to me that resolution.
Eleven years after so much torture by them for the fact I would not be gay, the Secretary of State for the USA, having fallen to the peer pressure from the UK government, has attempted to exile me, which is unlawful under international law, to go to a USA prison where I would never leave until my death. The reason for this is that they are embarrassed that I have outclassed them with nothing when they have had so much power and have still been breaking the laws, which I have not. Once in prison she would set it up for me to raped and I would have to kill. When I killed, I would never leave there. Even if I had a life sentence in a prison, I would still not be gay, as it is totally opposite to who I am. I am a peaceful upright law-abiding citizen, who because of my potential, four politicians of each party with the coalition and Gordon Brown who started it, have made a kinky alliance with the US Secretary of State. I am not enriching uranium to build weapons of mass destruction, so it is weak for these politicians of the world to be jealous of me for reading books and going to universities.
They are educated also, it is a human right to be educated, and I studied business. What could ever go wrong when studying business? What could ever go wrong by studying anything? I mean the laws protect people from their own opinions and themselves. I was born and raised in England and am treated worst than terrorists and then told, as I was yesterday by one of the political terrorists that I should act more British. As my genre of music is varied, they panic when I play a song that they do not like. Surely they should be focusing on the big issues. Now they wish to choose my woman for me, when a British citizens love life has nothing to do with the fantasies of political despots. Is it not for the British government to panic over potential but advance it and not to make alliances for trifle when there is also the defence of the freedom of apple-pie!
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