This
page is my tribute to my own & my family's "9-1-1" in 1989, titled
"Gentry Locke Rakes Moore Feels to be a Personal Whore <>
September 11 2006 09/11/2001"
My
turn. It was my turn to stand up to the end of the thickest
table I had ever seen in my life. Virginia's finest Worker's Compensation
Board members were sitting along either side of the great table. I stood
to the microphone on a cane as my calf muscles & rt foot had been
crushed only months before. My face and body still bloated from all
the impacts it had sustained in my
accident
of March 1989. My heart was damaged, weak, slop palpitating, ribs
not caring to move.
I
couldn't feel the bottom of my foot good yet here I was standing in a
place an able King Arthur would have been PROUD to stand with such a grand
table. I was taking drugs so not only was I impaired by the shock of having
my entire body smashed in March, I was drugged. You know how all the lawyer-attorney
shows on TV has the Perry Mason/John Cusack type doing your talking? Well,
this was what happens in the real world.
I
had a sinking feeling, as if somehow I knew today I would walk from this
field a loser. I wasn't Arthur at his great table. I was on the field
of combat at the joust,
my
lawyer from Gentry Locke Rakes & Moore having copped out, a no-show,
so in my suit that I wore to honor my opponent I was to be slaughtered.
A voice said to me "
Mr. Riley, your legal representative
from Gentry Locke Rakes and Moore is not coming today. Do you wish to
proceed?"
My
head was spinning as I began to realize I wasn't the hunter; I suddenly
became, alone, the hunted. My mind was screaming "But, but, but, my lawyer
does my talking today." and here he wasn't here, and these people are
asking me, the mentally-physically off, un-balanced inner ear damaged,
to make a decision.
I had no idea what
to say, what to do, how to answer. My attorney was
supposed to be here. He was my knight & he had run away.
Suddenly
I was a whore pinned down over their great table at the Virginia Worker's
Compensation Board on Rt. 419, Roanoke Virginia. So soon it was after
my accident that none of my doctors had fully explained to me what all
of my injuries were, so over the years I had to figure it out, piece by
piece piecing together just
how terribly ill I was
that day I spent strapped lawyer-naked over the great table. It
was a real
foot-
note
experience.
My
chest had been slammed, whipped into the ground at high speed. All the
organs had been jammed into each other by the impact. Striations of connective
tissue then formed between the organs, criss crossing and involving my
spine which was later to be
twisted
into two curvatures by the pulling forces of those tightening bands.
My chest and torso was experiencing endometriosis. Medline Plus writes
the
causes of endometriosis
are unknown yet
then goes on to
say it is confined to women for the remainder of the webpage
to the exclusion of all job damaged men!
Dr.
Gerald Roller told me my chest apparently had formed "adhesions" of which
Medline Plus goes on to write > "Inflammation, surgery, or
injury can cause
tissues to bond to other tissue or organs, much like the process of
forming scar tissue. Sometimes,
adhesions
can form between the two surfaces." And now you know,
you all know, the truth. The word "pain" does not begin to describe
the way I was -or what I was- that day in 1989 where I was the prize pig
to be speared, racked & roasted for the
State
of Virginia.
By
not fully diagnosing my condition, my doctors did my family a grave disservice.
The Worker's Compensation Board members were slowly driving their jousting
spears into me as I stood (swayed unbalanced) before them, more ill inside
than they cared to know. Not only was it my cracked ribs that were smarting,
the invisible adhesions were formed & beginning to tighten the organs
into a tight twisted visegrip clench, pulling my spine.
Being
so busted up inside & still in shock from the accident, I began having
trouble breathing. I began to take little gasps for oxygen.
My
"Twin Towers" began coming down on March 27, 1989, as every
doctor and every lawyer/attorney and everyone else in authority over Woodrow
Riley -who imagined themselves to be a "professional"-
turned
out to be MY TERRORISTS. From
the Virginia Worker's Compensation Board, to those who claimed to
be my attorney {Gentry Locke Rakes & Moore was not the only legal
reps I tried}, to a long 17 year string of doctors who would treat me
eventually as a liar, a fraud, and a hypochondriac.
Thank
God those people who went down in the Twin World Trade Towers didn't have
to live and face these people at their great heavy tables. The accident
is bad enough. Then each professional you ask for help becomes just another
accident, til all you have is 17 years of one accident after another that
smashes into your psyche like galaxies colliding into & through one
another.
I have yet to this VERY DAY to be given
a complete physical questioning as to just WHY I am not back to work yet.
Those
people who died were of course cursed, yet they died and in their deaths
they were blessed.
You
people reading this page. You think it's so bad having foreigners who
wear old robes and worship Allah is so horrible?
Wait
til you face AMERICANS SITTING AT ONE OF THESE GREAT TABLES.
hahahahaha Then you will know real pain. You'll get to feel the full "I'm
the whore who is being raped" experience done to you by your own United
States countrymen and countrywomen.
And you get the full whore treatment. Try walking in my
shoes for 17 years. Just don't call Gentry Locke Rakes & Moore for
legal help. Unless you want to lose & your family starve.
Gentry
Locke Rakes & Moore was not the only one. They were major though for
they helped shove the great dominoes cog all the harder, faster and
faster as it became the Game of the Decade to see how long this bipolar
named Riley could hang onto life. Others after them would follow suit
as no doubt they all began comparing the Notes on Woodrow Riley. After
my doctor discovered I possessed the bipolar gene and prescribed Lithium
Carbonate the Notes passed around began saying my accident was actually
a suicide attempt that failed.
It
was not. I was tried and convicted in their minds by doctors saying an
untruth about me that began to snowball through my
lawyers
who no longer believed me but the lie.
TRUTH
NEVER STOOD A CHANCE IN THE VIRGINIA CIRCUS MENTALITY WHERE ALL WORKER'S
COMP CASES ARE ENEMIES OF THE STATE. But I in my
multiple illnesses -
barely
able to breathe as the bands of adhesions pulled my heart and lungs out
of position-
I believed THEM. Yep. I
believed they were representing ME... which means I thought they believed
me. My deal with Worker's Compensation later -that would transfer my disability
over to Social Security- was obtained on that false basis, the spilled
plate of lies that was fast becoming a loose medical history in lieu of
a real medical history, while unbeknownst to me at the time.
I
was mistaken.
My
next lawyer would cut the S.S. deal convinced I was a liar trying
to defraud the United States Government.
What
the hell really happened? you ask. My friend, it took me many years
to answer that but here it is.
My
lawyers switched sides in the dark, on the sly joining my suited opponents,
& were on the opposition's side all along. The "joust"
wasn't just figurative.
The shiv being stuck through
each Riley Family Crest member by Roanoke's finest lawyers & doctors
with their cohorts at the Worker's Compensation Board has been real.
This new terrorist evil you now understand did
not originate from President George Walker Bush's pet "Islamo Fascists"
in Iraq.
**
Footnotes: The following year Dr. Roller discovered I had a rare
lifetime thyroid disease = healing
time from the multiple internal damages was a sunken boat =
the Virginia Worker's Compensation
Board decision was in error. Non-doctors were my medical accusers.
Worker's Compensation treatment of Riley was then proved to have been
an injustice punishable by U.S. Law had
they been Germans in 1945, my authorized Gentry
Locke Rakes & Moore "lawyer" acting as a Paid Accomplice in their
actions against a job-injured disabled family man.
The
Statute of Limitations would have run out except since every doctor
& lawyer since 1989 (except Workman} has given overboard
credence to the Virginia Worker's Compensation Board's incorrect &
derogatory assessment of Woodrow Riley, with the resuilting 17 year
"domino bricks" {lack of Medical Care} they shoved over me,
the
case has been constantly renewing and is still active. Waiting.
And for the ill rescuers, firemen, police who answered the call to the
New York World Trade Center Towers collapse, their
cases also remain OPEN. As long as the suffering continues
to them or me or anyone else similar circumstances, all cases remain
open unless settled by mutual agreement. And
I have not settled this 17 year purposeful & ongoing atrocity, defamation
of my character & denial of medical care.
The
State of Virginia tries to squash the working man with substandard wages
& benefits, then when they're hurt on the job they conspire together
to shove Virginia Workers into a trash bin -just like they did to
me and got away with it til now- they have in fact done MANY TIMES
to other workers. And THAT, my friends, is a self-serving conspiracy
worthy of a French bourgeosie Sunday guillotine. They dine together
later and laugh as they lift their wine glasses.
Homepage
Speaking
of the Statute of Limitations a few paragraphs up, several interesting
developments to all this has occurred in the past year, worthy of
mention.
#1:
In 2006 ~after nearly a year of probing with longnose surgical-slim
pliers trying to find the offensive airflow obstruction~ I was able
to pull a smooth lump from the inside of my nostril. This helped with
the reduced airflow but failed to restore full airflow.
#2:
On September 12 2007 using the same pliers ~plus sharp scissors usually
used for trimming nose hairs~ I self-surgeried out 3 growths from
the other side (outer side) of the same right nostril; click
here for that very special web page.
#3:
Dr. Marc Platt discovered this last week of September (2007-27-09)
the reason I have been crippled & unable to walk since 1992. It
did not have anything to do with my being bipolar, being lazy, nor
did my continued being overweight from lack of exercise initiative
point to my being a crap of a human being as they would have people
& lawyers to think. Nope. My large toe joint is cripped with
degenerative arthritis of the toe bone... plus there has been a sharp
straight bone spike dead center of the toe bone pointed backwards
into the foot bone.
All previous doctor explanations of something wrong with my character
are now flushed down the toilet and I await a real man to make
me an offer -for an out of Court settlement- for the past 15 years
of my Life and my family life being lost while these ignorant, idiot,
self-serving malicious doctors chose to psychiatry me rather than
do what they charged me for, to doctor me.
Or they can remain human slime and make no offer at all. After I
get this spike of bone trimmed off I'll be able to work, be able to
bowl with my grandchildren for the first time since long before any
of them were even born. I
won't be able to get much of a job since my Work History being out
of it since 1989 makes me look like Rip Van Winkle Riley. So I will
make this short. No settlement, you can kiss any prayers straight
to h^ll. If that works for you, it works for me.
How
about it Gentry Locke Rakes and Moore? You all ready to find your
innards and do something positive? Or rest on your laurels? Peace
pipe or continue to watch your reputation burn while you support what
these doctors did to me and my family? The
Statute of Limitations has never run out because the issues have continued
to be refreshed by new proof of even more malpractice.
I
challenge one of you attorneys at Gentry Locke Rakes and Moore to
exonerate what you did long ago and work an amicable settlement so
I can buy a truck or open a donut shop and get on with my life as
soon as Dr. Platt does the 15-year-delayed foot surgery, at which
time these webpages can disappear.
The
infamous "3 Waiting Room Scam" used by local Roanoke Virginia
doctors is explained in one
of my September 2007 posts on this holocaust blog here. As a sample
of just how deep these posts dug into the fabric the following picture
contains my latest post. Such posts as these reveal how "together"
I am, in contrast to what the whitecoats have tried in great vain
for over 15 years to smear me to be =>
