Brianhoney

Let me tell you about Brianhoney. He is adorable. He works at the railroad. He fights wars and rescues people in his spare time and he has two Harleys. You are all just wannabes when it comes to my Guardsman.

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Sunday, October 14, 2007.


To the Federal Bureau of Investigations:

I am a very sick person and I desperately need help. I have been harassed and followed - persecuted – for around ten years. Everybody knows about this, my entire neighborhood, the people at the store, my doctors, everywhere I go. You might already be aware of this. I wrote a letter to the FBI not long after this started. I also wrote to the Missouri and Kansas Attorney Generals as well as the IRS.

This all started at Mo-Can Flooring, Inc. I believe this is a conspiracy designed to enact revenge for any perceived slights or injustices by the “angry white male” crowd. I committed some unpardonable offense and they told their friends and they told their friends – maintenance men at the apartments where I was assigned work, mechanics, police (though not in an official capacity), and other trades people and they have not left me alone for ten years.

They were hostile, they sabotaged my jobs, I had goons following me everywhere I went and somehow they spied on me. They followed me to a short stint at RPS package service where some little punk tried to kill me on a conveyor belt. And they followed me to Carpet Factory Outlet where I worked as a salesperson. I began dating and working with another carpet layer and they harassed us, also. When we got married they interfered and harassed us where we lived (Adam and Jennifer – North Kansas City, Missouri). That marriage ended very badly.

I went to see Dr. Innocent Anya of Northtown Psyche & Associates through Tri-County Mental Health Services. I have every reason to believe that he, or through Tri-County, has somehow used this vile network to threaten everyone who was interested in me into backing off due to the traumatic nature of how my marriage was ruined. He has kept me a virtual prisoner for two years and four months now. There is an employee of Missouri Social Services who works in the basement of the Clay County Courthouse who is involved with the misappropriation of my divorce settlement. My lawyer, Doug Wemhoff is also involved.

I am in love with my next-door neighbor’s brother (Brianhoney) and he wants to marry me but he is being kept away by threat that these same (mostly) white trash thugs will come after him, too. His entire family knows about me. He has told everyone in the neighborhood, many of these people have been neighbors for decades, and he has people drive by and give me signs trying to help me but this doctor, for whatever reason, will not relent. He thinks he has the right to make my personal life decisions for me. It sounds incredible and I cannot believe it is happening and it has made me even more ill. This “psychiatric care” I have received has been as much or more traumatic than anything that has been done to me previously, save the terror of knowing that these people are not above going after my family, too.

I have, until recently, had goons drive by my house at all hours of the day and night. I believe the Clay County Sheriff’s Department and the Kansas City Police Department are already aware of this. Then, a couple (the dumbest, ugliest, most ridiculous clowns you have ever seen) moves in across the street from me here in Avondale and the husband deliberately does something to make his wife jealous and she has been parading around in her front yard for months, giving me these looks and putting on a show for my benefit and disturbing what little peace and tranquility I had left. This is the trash that has been following me around for ten years. This is the exact type of revolting and absurd behavior they have displayed in an intentional affront to my sensibilities for years and years.

I do not know for sure how they have managed to spread this around but with everyone from the people at the Wal-Mart where I shop, to the mailman and to strangers when I drive down the street clearly being aware of this I imagine it would not be hard to connect the dots at this point. I want my life back.