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Let's start 2005! 
Scabs & scams, Scams & Scabs
You thought I was finished eh? I'm just getting started.
Boys & Girls, I want to tell you a horror story:

My Story. My story begins with the Big Bad Wolf. He has a name; Philip Morris. There were other wolves too. Now all these wolves, see, they lived in a Big Castle in Richmond, Virginia, and they were RICH. They owned and operated MANY SUCH CASTLES, except some people called them CORPORATE OFFICES. Their knights wooed and bed many a young lass.

Tell us Daddy Woody, tell us! What did they do in those castles?

Well, little girl. Since they were white castles spread all over Virginia and North Carolina, they employed many people, so, they became even more rich & powerful each passing year. And pretty soon it looked like they were what my Mom would call an "it". And their employees would walk around with their nose up in the air like they were littletits too.

And gee, little girl. They loved little girls LIKE YOU, THE YOUNGER THE BETTER. And they did some very special things for little girls and boys. You see, they made sure you all got hooked on their cigarettes so that eventually you would have spots of decaying flesh inside your beautiful little bodies. And then the rot would spread til you died, but by then they were so powerful and each of the little kids dying of cigarette rot well, by then you see, you would be too weak to fight them.

What happened to YOUR Mom, Woody?

Well, she had 5 of these spots of rot inside her, the last one went to her brain, it swelled real large; then she died, with a cigarette-rotted brain.

What happened to the mean old wolves? Did they have to answer for their crimes?

That's an interesting question young lady! To tell you the truth, since my thyroid was so screwed up and the bipolar messed me up so bad from the secondhand smoke, I can't really understand much of what happened then. You see, the other scabs in Richmond got together and made some kind of agreement. I think they called it the "Tobacco Settlement".

Why?

Well, best I can tell they did it so the Big Bad Wolves could gloss over all the shit and pain they brought to people all over the State of Virginia. That way, all the Bad Wolves' Companies could stay in business and live Happily ever After.

Daddy Woody. Why did you use the word "scabs"?

A scab forms over a cut or other damage that's caused in an accident. Scabs are very important. I've had many, many scabs in my life. One time I had one and since the scab had formed over the cut, I thought it was OK. Later tho, the flesh under the scab got infected. When I went to the doctor, he gave me hell because I had not cleaned the flesh first before the scab formed.

He said I could have died from blood poisoning. So dear girl -and boys- the moral of the story is that before you fix the Big Bad Wolf who has poisoned you and your family, you're supposed to

CLEAN IT FIRST.

Except the government scabs down in the Virginia State House in Richmond well, they all decided to just scab the whole mess over, cut a deal, and forget all about the children of the smokers who were all poisoned by second hand smoke as they were in gestation and then as young children, just like you. There are other definitions of the word scab.

Woody, Woody!!!   Why don't you get a lawyer?

Well, it seems like the lawyers don't want to I guess. Most of them belong to the same church, the same golf club, or maybe they've all been bought and paid for. I rightly don't know, and I may very well NEVER KNOW. Some of them seem to have sided with the doctors who have been wrong about me because they didn't give a damn to look at my full medical history.

What I do understand even tho I've been really ill all my life, is that there's a big Royal Screw sticking in my back, the Big Bad Wolf won, and thousands of Virginia's kids got screwed. That much is fairly clear, little girl. The fix is in, the government is free, the Wolf has a nice 401k retirement plan same as before, and those kids like me who cough and gasp and choke to the grave with sleep apnea or emphysema are supposed to just

SUCK IT UP I GUESS.

We're supposed to die thankful in the knowledge the Tobacco Companies make these nice shiny television commercials showing what nice corporate members of Society they are.

And the Philip Morris employees? What can you tell us about them?

Well, when I lived in Richmond Virginia from 1974 to 1981, they walked around with a wallet full of cash, bought cars and homes and pretty much were the pillars of the community, and I imagine they still are with their nose up in the air, fully content to ignore all the people they

POISONED TO DAMN DEATH.

And suffered their entire life, a life of sickness and pain and waste.

What do you think they do now Daddy Woody?

Young lady, they laugh. They laugh the same laugh all tyrants, dictators, despots and torturers laugh when they get off scott free with Murder with a shitload of cash.

And they tell me to go to Hell, just like they told your Grandma Riley.

And that's the story -My Story- of the big Virginia scam that was
done to me and thousands like me. And although my Mom never wanted
to sue anyone because she wasn't educated and had a learning disability,
no matter how bad a wolf they was,

I decided the fight wasn't over til I say it's the fuck over.

Altho of course, I never talk that way, cause my Mom raised me not to be one of the WOLVES.

But the wolves made un big mistake little girl.

They ignored me.

And they should never have paved over their new parking lot without

CLEANING THE SCAB FIRST.

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http://www.stanford.edu/group/SICD/PhilipMorris/pmorris.html

Check Mate for you, Mom.
I had work to do first, but I didn't forget you.

 

 

 

Footnotes: My Life Story continues: When the rocks cry out

My entire life has been a science experiment. I found a picture once of Grandma Riley that -by her age in that picture- looked to have been taken before I was born. She looked like Karen Carpenter. That probably doesn't ring any bells with you guys, but "The Carpenters" were a fantastic singing group til Karen took ill from being anorexic. An anorexic looks like a bird just before they die, and the pic of my Mom wasn't too far away from it.

That was how Grandma was before I was conceived. This has relevance for you guys because all that you are is a result from chemicals. But, you don't have it as bad as I do because I got it full blast; you all only got half of it.

Grandma was subsisting on cigarettes and alcohol when she carried me. Grandma was full throttle all the time, as you well know. Her thyroid was way over 100% non-stop, which was why she would clean the house, and do all manner of work into her 70's. She was a highly sensuous woman. She wasn't just a alcohol & cigarette addict, she was a sex addict to some extent. She had an addictive personality.

My thyroid was altered by the chemicals. I didn't realize when I got married that I had suffered genetic damage from these drugs. Sure, I knew I had some "issues" but in the 70's gene research hadn't got started, and if it had it certainly wasn't the topic of conversation and general knowledge it is now.

It's taken me a long time to figure out the full extent, but the pieces of the puzzle have come together. There is a possibility I'm overstating the gene damage while she was pregnant with me, but when I was in the 3rd Grade I got the mumps (swelled neck glands). It's common knowledge -has been all my life- that no one gets the mumps twice. You get them ONE TIME and then your body manufactures an immunity, and they absolutely cannot recur.

Well, I had them full strength. By that, I mean some kids would get the mumps just in 1 side of the neck but I got the full enchilada: both sides. Took about 2 weeks to heal. I had to stay home from school to keep from passing it to other kids. Then the doctor allowed me to return to classes. About 2 weeks later, the impossible happened. I got the mumps a 2nd time, and again it was in both sides, full strength. My Immune System was obviously dysfunctional prior to the 3rd Grade, just as my entire life would later turn out to be.

The way I have it figured, either my thyroid was destroyed while Mom was pregnant with me, or the mumps involved my thyroid twice and did genetic damage then, which altered the chemical structure of my thyroxin. Dr. Gerald Roller told me that my glandular wasn't acceptable to my body (I couldn't use it.). But, why would I have even gotten the mumps twice? Obviously the conclusion is that my Immune System did not work, and that is evidence of genetic damage as a developing fetus from the cigarette poisons and the alcohol. Mom was running on her powerful thyroid and other glands. You guys know how much energy she had.

And she didn't eat properly while pregnant. She was, as we always saw her later through her life, running on her chemicals full steam, so being younger undoubtedly she didn't feel a need to eat. Again, she had the strength of a Karen Carpenter, the chemical drives I lacked. So, the conclusion I've drawn is either the cigarettes and alcohol did me the damage directly when Mom carried me, or indirectly destroyed my thyroid by first destroying my Immune System.

I know you guys think a Christian should just let this matter drop, but being a Christian doesn't mean letting corporations destroy you on a genetic level, and half destroy your children, destroy my life, my marriage and my ability to live a half-decent life, so they could become wealthy. That isn't the way. In effect, my life has been just as destroyed as the survivors from the Union Carbide-poisoning of Bhopal, India. Mine was just done over a 53-year span.

Seeking restitution ($) is an accepted legal practice for any person in our day and age who can show a connection. My entire failed life is a connection. There is no Statute of Limitations here. The damage done me was then extended to you guys and will filter down through your children for a long time, and I cannot, I will not, let these people just waltz away in their limousines.

The Statute of Limitations does not expire for me because the damages have never stopped. This has been my lot and will continue to be my lot til the day I die. It has already been proved in a Court of Law that the cigarette companies are guilty, but the State of Virginia worked a scam against me and others like me by illegally settling my case for me. For us.

Being always so ill and not processing information correctly, I let my Mom (and later your Mom did the same thing), talk me out of making waves, rocking the boat, telling me to "get over it". I would do that gladly if I ever did actually GET OVER IT. But the damages were so extensive & long-lasting, and the effects never go away. Since 1998 I have had an infection deep within my right inner ear. Doctors have given me Amoxcillin for it a number of times and it keeps getting infected. A recent doctor gave me two successive prescriptions for Zithromax, which is supposed to be very powerful, yet just last week infection was dumping through the eustachian tube into the back of my mouth. Even all these nutrition products I've used over the last 5 years has not stopped the effects.

Riding with Virginia's blacks in the back of the bus for 50 years 

That's 7 years running on just this one count, this serious ear infection. My life was terribly altered by legal drugs, and I'm going to empty my opponent's bank account, my lifelong nemesis Philip Morris and their cronies. They're going to tell me publicly that they're sorry. I will not rest til I get their confession, their apology, and strip them as far down to nothing in their bank account as I possibly can. And their accomplice, the State of Virginia, for defrauding me, insulting me, and financially assaulting and raping me. Maybe next they'll drag me by a chain from their pickup truck, right after I finish my ride at the back of the bus where they've managed to castrate me for 50 years. A state where "Born in the USA" is probably banned.

And it isn't out of anger.

I've done my best in this lifetime of struggle. I've fought with the Devil, struggled with arthritis when my body would not warm up. Essentially living without a functioning thyroid to trigger my body metabolism to speed up in the cold, I have lived the life of a cold-blooded dinosaur... not a human being. My pain has been on a level that you guys cannot imagine.

The people at the religious meetings, my employers, my wife, children, and now your wives, have thought I was a lazy slime, and that's how I have been treated. I was ill. Every second of the day, every decision I made, was dealing from a marked deck. The House always won and I always lost. And I've been losing like that every step of the way, til finally all my problems brought me in contact with the bale that fell on me on my job, in 1989.

Since then, I've had a number of doctors. Their conclusion has been that I'm a lazy slime... and Mom {your Mom} bought it, hook, line, and sinker... instead of believing me. So you see, this psychological torture & physical torture has gone on and continues to go on every day I draw a breath. People think I'm a slime, a deliberate liar. As a result no one will support me.

Lawyers, doctors, fellow ministers, all have lined up to be my lifelong firing squad, shooting me over & over every day.

So the garbage is hitting the fan.
All the people who I haven't paid for services will know why.
All my past fellow employees will know I really was the
nice guy they thought I was.
&,
I'm not the bad guy.
Your wives will know.
My grandchildren will know.
Because the power God has given me to keep living has led me down this path.
I haven't lived on my power because I didn't have any. It was taken from me.

This witness belongs to God
who can make the rocks cry out
if He wants to.

And He did.

This marks the end of this page. Some of this testimony is reprinted from previous pages and personal notes. My Mom signed a paper to the State of Virginia stating she would not seek legal remuneration for her cancers. I never signed such a paper. In fact, I was never even offered such a paper. I guess they hoped I would just fade away. Bad bet, eh Mr. Van Damme?

My purpose is to let the world know through this website that you do NOT trash a human being, you do NOT trash a fellow American, and you do NOT trash an American's children and get away with it. We're civilized.

This full testimony is going online, to teach others of the horror.
Auschwitz wasn't just in Auschwitz.
It was right here in America.
The perpetrators wore suits & they are all still here.
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