3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle 10 Lesbians, Radical Feminists, and the Neo-Cons are Making Every Poor, Straight Man in America a Registered Sex Offender, (even if they have to lie under oath)

(Last updated: March 27, 2023)
3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle
Chapter 10
Lesbians, the Radical Feminists, and the Neo-Cons Plan To Make Every Poor, Straight Man Into a Registered Sex Offender (even if they have to lie under oath)
by DR Wolfe

{As I continue a full revision, this is one of the new chapters from my revised autobiography, “3 Americas”.}

(Includes strong language and some descriptions of sex.)

Not all lesbians hate poor, straight men, although most radical feminists do. So the union between neo-cons, who want to lock up all poor people unless you cut their grass and clean their toilets, and radical feminists, who want to make all straight men without money criminals, poor, straight men have no chance in our legal injustice system.

Once a poor man is accused of any sex crime, he is already guilty, according to the media and the government. If they even get a trial, the conclusion is inevitable, under the public pretender’s control…

Let’s carefully examine each of these groups, the homosexual community, the radical feminists, and the neo-cons, and their vision for the future. And what this means for us, the poor, straight men in Third America.

It’s sounds kind of queer, but most homosexuals are obsessed with “turning” every straight person into a homosexual, and among themselves that’s all they talk about.

In fact, among the homosexual community the word “turn” has come to mean “playing a game”, in which you try to get the person of the same gender to do anything homosexual, like kissing. In Latin the word turn means “vertere”, or to pervert, and I think that says it all.

And isn’t that a good reason why we don’t want childre by homosexual couples, unless it’s their own biological children? It is said at least 40% of kids raised by homosexual households turn out to be gay, or bisexual, or some other form of transhumanism . So there’s probably a social element to what’s happening to our kids, but maybe there’s also something chemical that’s going on.

We know god and/or nature creates all species to proliferate so that the species can survive. This is one of the natural laws. In the case of humans, we are made to procreate to create life. And it takes the essence of one male and one female to produce a new life, so nature makes it so usually men are attracted to women, and women are attracted to men. At this point in history, with our current technology and science, there is no debate about any of these facts, except maybe among those who are gender-impaired who are afflicted with this condition, this impairment.

In a recent 2022 study at least 40% of high school kids said they identify as homosexual, bisexual or transgender, or some other derivation. So if we are willing to believe this is normal, we also have to believe that nature meant to create this many members of the species who can not, or don’t want to, naturally reproduce.

Speaking strictly biologically, nature, doesn’t make this kind of mistake, ever. Not to say sometimes there aren’t anomalies in nature and some aren’t born homosexual. But 40% suggests their is some outside force that is altering this reproductive process and disrupting the hormones, and it’s most likely something chemical we are putting into the environment.

So we teach women to be more self-assured, more confident, more assertive, more aggressive, more masculine. And then we tell them that they have to compete in athletics against men, even though most men are biologically superior. But this only encourages animosity between men and women and promotes toxic feminism, the effects of which are described throughout this book.

Title 9 was created to force equity in college athletics, but now we allow men to take away the glory and scholarships that women deserve. Is this fair to biological women? And why are these neo-liberals, who pretend to be feminist, going along with it?

Meanwhile, the homosexual community overwhelmingly endorses this new gender alteration, known as transgenderism, where men think their women. But is that what we, as a healthy society want for ourselves and our children, men thinking their women?

Apparently, the Latino Community agrees, which is overwhelmingly Catholic. And Latinos, along with most African-American men, are starting to figure this out about the sick left. I predict Latinos and African-American men will cast the deciding vote in the November 2022 Election. Even if that means, not voting for a Republican or Democrat, but rather, staying home.

And I suspect most Latinos do not appreciate being compared to a “unique taco” by the First Lady, Dr. Jill Biden.

But this may be the biggest mistake ever for The Democreeps, in this effort to bring Hispanic people into the party by calling them “Latinx.” Hispanic culture has always been a machismo culture, and calling them Latinx and suggesting that they are all homosexuals is very offensive to most Latinos. They don’t like this word used by the media and white liberals because it implies to other nationalities that most Latinos are gay or transgender people.But apparently the Democreeps don’t care what Latinos think.

I would imagine that most rational people who can see, including Latinos, know Bruce Jenner, Bradley Manning, and Will Thomas are men, although we’re told by Billy D. Williams, Neil Young, and the gender-fluid media and government they are in fact “women”. Yet they admit they can’t define what a woman is, and applaud when the Disney perverts at ESPN give a man, Will Thomas, an award for being the best woman swimmer in America in 2023.

So the far left claims men can live out this delusion for the rest of their lives that they are women, at a cost of 1.3 million dollars per person, by simply making the choice to have surgery and taking some gender altering drug for the rest of their life. It means they are letting a doctor sterilize them, which is clearly a sign of mental illness in most cases. And this ultimately means there will be less dollars to take care of the poor, but they apparently don’t care about the poor, Latinos, or anyone else.

There’s a sleazy pharmaceutical company called Styker, owned by a transgender man pretending to be a woman, and about a dozen other companies, who fund these non-profit political groups to promote transgenderism. As a result, it’s already become a ten trillion dollar industry. In other words, the same companies who profit from this “gender dis-assignment surgery” and gender altering drugs, is promoting transgenderism. Isn’t that really sleazy?

And they call it “gender affirming”, even though they mutilate the genitals of both adults and children who are obviously having psychological problems. Isn’t this completely mad, for our government to allow, and thereby promote, this sort of manipulation of people?

I believe this is part of a long term strategy to depopulate the earth, and the sex offender registry, which unfairly targets straight, poor men and makes them pariahs, is part of it? Since not being able to get a good job would make it extremely difficult to ever have a wife and a family, or even a halfway decent partner. At the same time, women are made to feel vindicated by punishing any straight man, without knowing they are being played by the Deep State who wants to depopulate the earth, and control all the remaining sheeple. So the Democreeps take the money to promote this crap, and we, the silent majority, is unable to do anything because of the media’s overwhelming influence over the sheeple.

maybe the plan is to get women to think about turning to lesbianism as a solution to not having a reliable, productive husband. And the court seem to be part of this process, since most liberal state family courts go out of their way to allow unqualified gender-impaired couples the right to adopt, usually kids that are birthed by disabled or African-Americans. Then they molest the children, and drive them over a cliff when they’re caught.

It’s frightening to think that the Office of Naval Intelligence, who let Israel bomb the U.S.S. Liberty, and most likely put a missal into the Pentagon, along with the Vatican, have been completely taken over by this western Jewish homosexual cabal. And it appears the Injustice Department and the Department of Education have also been taken over by homosexuals, who are pushing all these deviant policies which discriminate against straight men without money. Meanwhile, the U.S. Department of Education says transgender men can use the girls restroom (where they can and do rape young girls).

We know from history that this homosexual, John Edgar Hoover, was a real sick fuck, who like to wear women’s clothes, rape little boys, and blackmail everyone else.

In Ronald Kessler’s book, “The Bureau,” he wrote, quotes a criminal prosecutor with the Justice Department, William Hundley said about two members of Congress who had been caught taking Cadillacs and other expensive gifts:
“Hoover went and told them,” Hundley said. “so naturally they gave the gifts back, and he owned them after that. He did not believe in prosecuting corrupt senators and congressmen, he just liked to get something on them and use them.”

And the FBI Directors, including Louis Freeh, Robert Mueller, and James Comey, have never changed, only gotten more sadistic as the technology they use has improved.
According to Kessler, Lawrence J. Hein with the Criminal Records Division confirmed that the bureau regularly sent agents to tell members of congress that Hoover had picked up derogatory information on them. According to Hein, Hoover would send agents over on a very confidential basis. If the metropolitan police in Washington had picked up evidence of homosexuality, Hoover would let them know that he knew.

And it appears this lack of morals among homosexuals has taken over the government of the United States disguised as being “woke.” But we shouldn’t be surprised.

So maybe the Deep State wants a world without straight men? Since we know most of the billionaires and trillionaires are homosexuals I wrote a short story about a world without straight men called “Ihatem”, which I have included at the end of this chapter. And to learn more about the billionaires who are responsible for pushing this homosexual agenda, directed at children, check out this site:

One should ask, why would they put me, a completely blind person, who is partially deaf, on this death list for life, even though I was determined by a licensed sexual therapist to be at most a low risk sex offender (because that’s as low as it gets). I should have never been put onto this list, but that’s what happened. And as I’ll explain, it wasn’t unintentional.

If a person was a predatory sex offender, putting them on this list for life might make sense, depending on the crime. But what they did to me was pervertedly malicious, and makes no sense, unless they wanted to destroy my life, my credibility, and steal my son. Because that’s exactly what they did.

To neo-liberals, like KBOO’s Lisa Loving and Jen Chavez, apparently shaming someone is somehow just, and they defend this point of view by saying, “because this is what the Native-Americans did to people who broke the laws of the tribe.” Unfortunately, this is often one of the deceptive tools they use to discredit their perceived adversaries, mostly straight , white men, and never women or racial minorities or the gender-impaired. But it has nothing to do with justice. Especially to people who have been denied effective council or due process.

According to author Robert Traver Native-Americans may have a far better approach to prosecuting alleged crime than America, and it’s not shaming people as some radical feminist claim, and most neo-cons enjoy. In his book, “Laughing White Fish”, he write “Tribal criminal justice practices around the nation have adopted a peace maker courts, where offenders can be routed out of the criminal justice system, and into a holistic, community based, tradition based, healing approach to punishment and reconciliation.”

Native-American customs are not now and never were homogeneous. While some of these customs may seem similar, in the past tribes were extremely different in how they handled violations of tribal law.

In addition, they didn’t have the technology that we have today. Social media and twitter can not only be used to bully or shame people we disagree with, their used by Big Tech, corporate media and the Deep State to censor certain messages to sway elections, despite that the message may be true. It’s a sort of Yellow Journalism, that plagued America until the late 1960’s, led by the New York Times.

For example, the story by the New York Post about Hunter Biden’s laptop was completely censored by the corporate media. And forty-eight of these Unintelligence Agents from the Deep State signed a letter, which was leaked to Politico and the New York Times, that claimed the story about the Biden family’s corruption was “classic ear marks of Russian interference intended to steal the 2020 election” for Trump.” But it was completely untrue, and these forty-eight Deep State trolls intentionally lied to both the media and to the American people.

Even if you don’t like Donald Trump, and there’s lots of good reasons not to like him, you have to admit it’s really dirty for the Unintelligence Community, Big Tech, and the corporate media to interfere with a presidential election, just to win. And maybe that’s why the media isn’t asking, why is the United States putting bio-weapons labs in Ukraine.

And why is America supporting Israel and Saudi Arabia, who is attacking civilian targets with American made weapons, killing Palestinian and Yemen children every day? Is it because the Palestinians and Yemenis have brown skin, and Ukrainians are mostly white Jewish, homosexuals?

But the real problem with the corporate media and the Deep State is a lot closer to home. In his excellent book, “Profit and Punishment,” author Tony Messenger describes the real American Injustice System, and how perpetual debt is used to keep the poorest people in the system, sometimes forever, like me.

Messenger put it best when he quoted St. Louis University Law Professor Brendan Roediger, “I’ve been in recovery for nineteen years and I’ve seen shame kill a lot of addicts. But I’ve never seen it keep anyone clean.”

I think it’s all about shaming straight men who have no money, while the wealthy pedophiles are being protected by the government and the media. Just like masks, vaccines and climate change , the neo-liberals are more than glad to serve the Deep State, even if they don’t know that’s what they’re doing. As long as they can appear noble and stay in power, and get what they want. Justice, in this case, doesn’t matter.

Both the neo-liberals and the neo-cons belittle Q-Anon every chance they can, claiming they are “nut bags”. But consider this, half of what they say is true. So the ramifications of this should be obvious to the dicerning reader.

For example, Pizzagate was called a complete hoax by the corporate media, which protects wealthy pedophiles, but the evidence suggests they are lying.

In Pizzagate, this pizza parlor and ping pong room in Washington D.C. was suspected of trafficking children, and there were lots of signs indicating this was true. There were symbols placed on the menu and painted on the walls which have never been explained by David Brock and the slut media.

According to the FBI, these symbols are used to let runaways, who can make $10,000 per day in Washington D.C. providing sexual favors to wealthy men and influential policicians, know that this particluar establishment is a “safe space”. When a kid sees the symbols, they let the owner know they are interested, and they are given a slip of paper with an address. When they get to the address on the paper, they are searched and sent to a second address, where they are watched to see if they’re being followed. If everything checks out, they are given a third address and sent to a safe home, which is a dormitory, with all the amenities, filled with these child sex workers who serve the perverts in Washington D.C., who run our government.

The pizza parlor in this story was owned at the time by a homosexual named James Alefantis, who is the former-boyfriend of David Brock. Who by the way, is the owner of the most extreme left-winged media site out there, called Media Matters.

Meanwhile poor and disabled men are being persecuted everywhere. We are given obese, fake lawyers who make sure we are put on this death list for life. Except, there’s no rational reason to say that a person is low risk, and then put them on a list for life where the government can extort money from them for the rest of their life, and some righteous vigilante can try and kill them, and the police don’t give a shit!

It was clearly a malice act for Bob Hermann, Greg Olson, Dennis Marley and the Washington County Presiding Judge, Charlie Bailey, to do this to me, considering my disabilities, being deaf-blind. And what the State claimed I did, “attempting to touch my step-daughter’s breast in a sexual manner.” Even though she was only ten-years-old at the time and had not yet developed breast. And even though her mother allowed her to put on this double D sports bra and trick me into touching her, by placing my hands on her fake nipples. So according to Hermann and Bailey I am to blame for this for the rest of my life, while some vigilantes are trying to kill me. And they call this justice?

But thanks to Ron Wyden and our dirty politicians, who are mostly perverts and liars, it’s all completely legal. The police create this list of people who may or may not have committed a sexual offense, often depending on the ability of their attorney and. Then they give the list to these Round Circle vigilantes, who constantly harass them, and nothing can be done.

Certainly no politician or court is going to help, to make sure the police, the correction creeps, or some other vigilante harms anyone on the list, even if they’re deaf and blind.

Then the police make a million men in America pay this annual fee to create this Death List and the men are required to report to the local police station every year to re-register. Then they are taken to a back room, where they can kill the person, like the FBI did to that Muslim kid in Orlando, and say you did something to provoke them. Who can prove the cops are lying, and who really cares…after all, it’s only a registered sex offender who was killed by the “courageous police”, who were merely acting in “self-defense”.

Why was I assigned the most inexperienced, incompetent public pretender in all of Oregon by the most powerful judge in Washington County, Charlie Bailey?

As I mentioned in an earlier chapter, back in 1999 I was presenting a business plan to my vocational counselor with the Oregon Commission for the Blind when it happened. An attractive rehabilitation teacher, also with the Commission, came in while I was tying my shoe. She walked up to me and thrust her hips into my face, and boldly asked me if I would also be willing to “do something else while I was down there (perform oral sex on her, one would assume)?”

And she did this in front of my vocational counselor (Kathlene O’Giblien, who laughed)!

The previous fall I attended a talk given by the Assistant Administrator of the Oregon Commission for the Blind, Linda Mock, in which she made a joke about husbands, that seemed highly inappropriate. I was learning that sexual harassment against men is okay in Oregon, but not women, or anyone pretending to be a woman.

Maybe this is why the criminal injustice system across America is so bias against men without welth. In my case, I believe my wife should have also been arrested. I may have been found guilty of a misdemeanor for not reporting what was going on, although there may have been a lot more going on than I knew at the time. Neverthe less, I have no doubt Christel would have been found guilty of at least one or more felonies if the whole truth were ever told.

My wife’s crimes against her girls included regularly beating them with wooden spoons and exposing them to sexual explicit material. She also let them watch, or simulate, or actually perform, sexual acts alone or with others (sometimes in front of a camera).

Along with being charged with a Class B felony by the dirty prosecutor, Bob Hermann, I was subjected to the possibility that I was facing a mandatory minimum of six and a half years in prison, if convicted by ten out of twelve jurors (which was later found by the Supreme Court to be unconstitutional). This is despite the fact that at no time did I ever touch her vagina or any where else below her waist.

Partly because of the cruel and unusual treatment I experienced in the Washington County Jail under Sheriff Rob Gordon (see Chapter 6), I accepted a plea bargain. Rather than facing such an egregious and unjust system. After 42 days in the Washington County Jail’s Isolation Bubble, if I wanted out, I had to take this coerced plea bargain in which I was made a registered sex offender for life.

This was done even though I was classified as a low risk offender by the state’s licensed therapist (because as I said, that’s as low as it goes).

Any reasonalbe person must ask, does it make any sense that I would be put on this “death list” for the rest of my life?

A private criminal defense attorney once told me I needed $5,000 to petition the court for relief, but there was no guarantees. Do you suppose the State of Oregon would ever take me off the list, given the obvious conspiracy, involving District Attorney John Foote and Clackamas County, which obviously took place to make sure that I was put on this list for life.

Does any judge or persecutor ever admit they made a mistake, let alone admit they had conspired with others to prevert the justice system?

And as I said, at the time Oregon, along with Louisiana, only needed ten of the twelve jurors to agree with the persecutor, usually a smarmy character who knows how to manipulate jurors against people with disabilities, and other minorities. The Supreme Court ruled this process was clearly unconstitutional. However, they never ruled whether all of the coerced plea bargains the State was able to obtain under this restrictive process was constitutional.

And to date, Oregon has not thrown these coerced plea bargains out, including my own. Even though, there’s no doubt that the obvious bigotry among Oregonians toward the disabled was a determining factor in my decision to accept such a unjust plea bargain as this.

In other words, perhaps I could convince one juror of Bob Hermann and Dennis Marley’s obvious prejudice against people wit disabilities, like saying I wasn’t completely Blind even though I am a deaf-blind person. But I didn’t know if I could convince three jurors of this. And clearly, “my attorney” didn’t have my best interest in mind, as I have documented in the last several chapters.

The police gladly give out the List to anyone who wants to grind an axe into the head of anyone on the list, with absolutely no consequences. Even though the law says a person can not use the list to cause harm against someone on the list. But if a person has no money, there is no protection under the law.

And obviously, the media is bias against straight men when their accused of any sort of sex crime, unless they have money. Then a simple payoff to their accuser and a few threatening letters, and like Coby Bryant, the matter quietly goes away.

And sometimes if one has enough money, the persecutor will try to get the court to reduce the level of an offender, like Cy Vance did for Jeff Epstein, who was convicted of raping a fourteen-year-old girl.

I realize now, even before I was arrested, the plan was to protect the interests of the Zionist Deep State. and that meant, protecting their own, like their supporters at the Commission for the Blind and the Catholic Church against whistleblowers like me.

For those of us in Oregon, that means protecting the rights of radical feminists and the Gender Impaired Community, who support the police, the federal government, and the vaccine mandates. And straight men without money are the losers in this political game, that almost never holds women accountable.

The court needed to protect my wife, my wife’s good friend, Clackamas County Circuit Judge Douglas van Dyk, and the Catholic Church of Oregon. The wife of the District Attorney from Clackamas County was a Washington County Circuit Judge, and I believe was instrumental in making this happen to me.

The plan was to get me to accept a plea bargain, which they all knew would forever destroy my life and my credibility. Not to mention, they could use the police to harass me any time they wanted if I made any more trouble, and tried to blame my ex-wife.

They would do this by conducting these noisy, illegal searches after dark, called “sweeps”, which allowed everyone in the neighborhood to know that a registered sex offender was living in the neighborhood. This sounds like something the Gestapo would do, doesn’t it?

And by intentionally spreading false rumors about me around the neighborhood and endangering my life, by saying, “He’s not really blind.”

They would do this by showing everyone my mug shot and telling people I was faking my blindness to avoid responsibility. In other words, Sergeant Bridget “Sicko Sickcon” and the Portland Police had intentionally made me a target for Ron from Florida, and every other psychopath vigilante in the country.

Imagine, a registered sex offender pretending to be Blind. Doesn’t that really piss you off!

When I first came to Oregon, an Outspoken lesbian named Janine who volunteered with the state’s vocational rehabilitation agency (Voc Rehab) swore they would destroy my life. And several years later, after Janine was hired by Voc Rehab, that’s exactly what they did.

Shortly after moving to Oregon, In the spring of 1999, I became a peer mentor in the State’s new peer mentoring program for clients of Voc Rehab. Along with myself, Janine and her partner, Roz, were both peer mentors.

After i became acquainted with the program, there were lots of questions I had about how it was being run. For example, every hour we worked the State of Oregon paid out $30 per hour. That’s good money, isn’t it?

Except, we only received $10, and the program’s manager, Buddy McKay, and his “henchman, a token “cripple”, Justin, kept $20. You would think this crook and his partner would at least divide the money in half.

On a recording that was made just after I was dismissed from the peer mentoring program I heard Janine say, “We’re gonna destroy him, Gweneth.” And that’s exactly what John Kitzhaber and Ted Kulongoski, and the State of Oregon did to me. As I said, they literally destroyed my life and stole my son.

On a related side note, when I lived in Eugene I once asked that a job coach, with Aging and Disability Services, named Rosalie Gallaher be reassigned, because of what I perceived to be a bias on her part against men. After I moved to Portland, I heard she went on to work for Vocational Rehabilitation Services.

Then in 2006, when Christel moved back to Eugene the day before Christmas she sought services from Vocational Rehabilitation Services, because of her apparent mental disability, Rosalie Gallaher became her vocational counselor. After reading a book about a woman who had Boarderline Personality Disorder, I suspected Christel may have this condition. But I’m not trained in psychology, and she never revealed her actual diagnosis to me.

So nothing would surprise me, including Rosalie Gallagher’s possible involvement, helping Christel in her effort to have me arrested so I would be unable to attend the divorce/custody trial in Eugene.

Christel had been in two lesbian relationships before we met, ironically, with two women both named Corine or Korina, or maybe Korine or Corina. The point is, they both had the exact same name and even Christel thought this was amusing.

Back then I could only speculate about whether or not there was some sort of connection between my legal problems and Oregon’s Gender Impaired Community, and the radical feminists from the disability industry, but now I’m certain of it.

Then my fake lawyer had the audacity to assure me that being “labeled as a registered sex offender wasn’t so bad, as though they planned it this way. Except, it’s actually worse than death, especially if you can’t defend yourself against the dirty cops, correction creeps, the politicians, the judges, and all of their sick friends from the U.S. Marshal’s Office (not to mention all the radical feminists and the programmed neighborhood vigilantes).

From the moment a person signs a plea bargain, the deck is completely stacked against them. Especially if the person is blind, and doesn’t know what they’re signing. And the blind suspect has no one there to witness what they are signing, except the crooked lawyer from the county (who by the way, no longer represents them once they sign the plea bargain.

Most Americans, thanks to our useless media, doesn’t know that our government created three separate levels of sex offenders, and for that matter, care nothing about the level a particular person is listed as having, once they reveal that they are one of “those registered sex offenders!”

The words “registered sex offender” has a vial meaning, thanks to the media and the cops, and nobody waits around long enough to hear the rest.

“But I’m only a level…”.

And I think it was intentional to make it confusing for the public to understand, to create this ambiguous system. It’s easy to understand “low risk” and “high risk”. But having three different levels. Most don’t bother to make this distinction. They just say, “Their all sex offenders, who cares what level!”

That’s one reason why the current system is unconstitutional. How can our politicians and judges allow this law to stand, unless they are the real pedophiles. The law groups minor offenders with the very worst of the worst, because of the stigma that has been created by Lardass Larson and the sleazy media, as well as the government, around being called a “registered sex offender”. It’s not uncommon to read a comment in the paper when ever a sex crime is reported that says, “We ought to kill all these sex offenders!” Not just the predatory offenders.

And what makes this worse is that every year the police or federal marshals will come around to conduct what they call a “sweep”. Except, it’s a violation of the Forth Amendment under the constitution. Here’s why.

First, they come to your door, especially if they have an axe to grind, and begin pounding with their clubs and yell at the top of their lungs, “SEX OFFENDER CHECK! SEX OFFENDER CHECK! SEX OFFENDER CHECK!”

This is done intentionally to let all the neighbors know, so hopefully they will also punish the individual, by ostracizing them from the community.

But what public interest does it serve, other than to terrorize everyone in the neighborhood…and hopefully, get the targeted individual evicted,

Conservative talk show host, Alpha Media’s Dope Larson, once suggested all landlords take the following action:
“If you’re a landlord, and you have a registered sex offender living on your property, you need to evict them, now (without cause),” this sick fuck Larson pontificated.

Even though a person is no longer on probation or parole, the police or U.S. Marshals will demand to walk through the home and look around, with no warrant or probable cause. even if you have a room mate, they have apparently surrendered their right to privacy, by choosing to live with a “registered sex offender”. This is true, even if they had rented a room from the landlord, and had no idea, they would have no way to object to this illegal search.

Once this happens, the unsuspecting room mate becomes angry at the targeted individual, although before this happened everything was cool. It’s called “poisoning the well” and creating a “hostile living environment”. And law enforcement does this, intentionally.

The legislature made it so that low level offenders would not be identified online, although the police and correction creep department will gladly hand out the personal information about a certain individual if requested. There’s obviously no one to complain to about this sort of “ex post facto punishment”, since no one cares if they violate the rights of a registered sex offender, especially the judges (even if they happen to be screwing our wives behind our back, while we sit in jail).

And removing low level offenders after five or ten years doesn’t matter, because almost all housing or job applications ask, “Are you now, or have you ever been, a registered sex offender. You could lie on the application,, and hope you are not evicted or fired?

And we wonder why there is so many homeless people in America?

so maybe the courts and the judges are the ones to blame for allowing these laws to stand. Imagine casting a wide net over a group of mostly poor and disabled Americans, so you can get as many as possible under the government’s control, and regularly extort money from their monthly social security checks.

And what’s even worse, the general public has no clue why the government, and our politicians, did this to us poor, straight men…other than its another fairly reliable stream of revenue for the correction industry.

The State of Oregon generates at least 2.1 million every year in registration fees. Approximately, $70 per year per person, throughout America.

Seventy million dollars is being drained from the pockets of men, who are mostly low income, and many of whom are disabled.

But if the State of Oregon was collecting this fee from only “predatory offenders”, as it should be, they would only be able to collect about $50,000 a year, and obviously, this wouldn’t be enough to fund the registry. You can see why they needed to create such a wide net and entrap so many straight men, since there are only about 1,000 predatory offenders in Oregon, out of the 35,000 currently required to register. But is it fair to the other 34,000 men, along with a few very popular women, who are labeled for life by being put on this Death List?

Under this massive web are men who have been caught urinating in public. They are placed under the same net with adults who have forcefully raped children and then murdered them, such as Ward Weaver and Leo Frank. Does this make any sense?

Which level does the reader think the worst convicted sexual predator should be classified as having, Level I or Level III. Well, since a first degree felony is a lot worse than a third degree felony, and First Degree Murder is worse than Third Degree Murder, obviously Level I is a lot worse, right?

No, not in this Orwellian age where the government can experiment on us, by putting fluoride in the water. And by putting dangerous chemicals in our bodies with the food or vaccines that will give us cancer or will make a man think he’s a woman.

Or if they want, the government can just as easily kill a bunch of us and say it was terrorists, like they did on September 11th or Oklahoma City. With no one to protect us. Do you think Attorney General Garland cares about anybody? Obviously, he didn’t care about the children in that Oklahoma City federal building who were murdered by our own government. According to experts, the fertilizer in Timothy McVey’s truck could have never caused that much damage, and the splintered beams prove it.

For example, I never heard a word back when I wrote to FBI Director Christopher Ray in October of 2019, explaining how, as a blind person, I’m being sexually assaulted every day by someone who is using some kind of laser. , And law enforcement appears to be involved.

This began in 2009, when I moved into the Southgate Death Camp. At first they began terrorizing me, by throwing rocks and fireworks at my RV at night, and stealing my mail. They also began regularly shutting off my power, water and telephone, rotating their attacks on each of my vital public utilities, which they continue to do today. It even seems as though PGE and the phone company, Century Link, are involved.

They started gang stalking me, by following me around. Running me into traffic, and trying to distract me, by yelling or throwing things. Once a man grabbed my arm and jerked me back, just seconds before I was almost killed by a train.

A group of these gang stalkers had chased me all the way downtown, and I was fruitlessly trying to out run them. Ironically, I was on my way downtown to deliver a letter to Mayor Hale and the fire marshal over some similar abuse my neighbors had been inflicting on me at night, throwing fire works and other explosive devices at my RV’s propane tanks, while the park manager would sit around and pick her nose.

And say, “I think it’s all in your head, Don.” And then gently pat me on the head, like you would do to a dog.

Then around 2010, shortly after I was run down and almost killed, they began shocking and poisoning me with some sort of spray. Curiously, right around the same time I began writing my autobiography, “3 Americas”.

Not surprisingly, I have never heard from anyone from the FBI or the Injustice Department. I also wrote to the State Police, the same cops who killed Robert Lavoy Finicum. And these are the same State Police who have ignored my pleas for help, while demanding their annual extortion money.

Meanwhile, they put me on a list and hand it out to anybody who asks, as long as they say they will do no harm. And when someone uses the information they got from the police to try to kill the person on the list, or make them wish they were dead, the State Police do nothing. So should men continue paying this extortion money to the State Police?

But these are the kind of people, like Mike Kelly, Tom Burgen, Rhonda, and some nasty lady-cop named Beardsley, that work for the State Police.

Rhonda was the name of a State Police officer that called my P.O. the first time I registered in 2005, saying that there was a boy, about six-year-old, who was crawling all over me, making it sound perverted. My probation officer said she wanted to arrest me for having contact with a male child. Except, the court said that while I’m on probation I could not have contact with minor females, but nothing about having contact with minor males.

Rhonda also lied about his age. He was only three, and he was my son, which the State of Oregon stole from me two years later.

So establishing a confusing counter-intuitive rating system doesn’t really make sense, if they really wanted to promote public safety, does it? Or maybe it’s just about money and distracting the dumbed-down public?

And maybe this is because our government has a whole lot more to hide under that other shell, the one we’re not supposed to look under. I know from personal experience, and as my writings document, it seems as though they certainly do have something to hide.

Perhaps the real pedophiles and their enablers, who run the congress, legislatures, the courts, and the government, intentionally wanted to make it as confusing as possible for the general public by making Level III the worse level, and Level I the ones who shouldn’t be on any list like this (where misinformed neighbors, and the city’s dirtiest cops, have the right to openly harass and torture a severely disabled person), like they do in Chicago.

If it were about the “public interest”, as they claim, there would be one, and only one, list of those who truly do pose a threat to the community.

I would argue the true reasons County Commissioner Jessica Vega-Pederson and the rest of these righteous, arrogant politicians want these longer lists is really to accomplish the following goals:
* To dilute the list as much as possible;
* To use the correction department to control and track as many men as possible;
* To extort as much money as possible from the men who are placed on this list;
* Lastly, and most importantly, to steal our DNA (which can be turned into a weapon, and planted at some crime scene in the future, since Oregon uses the least effective DNA test available).

And if the reader thinks the police and persecutors always play fair with someone’s DNA, consider this proof that they simply don’t care about fairness.

Often when a woman makes a claim of being sexually assaulted they perform a test to determine if the DNA of someone else is present, on or in her body. And if the test is positive there is an automatic assumption by the police and persecutors that she is telling the truth, even though the test itself only proves they had physical contact, and not whether it was consensual or not.

Unless it was a minor, based on the test itself there is no proof that it was a sexual assault. Yet the courts have allowed every juror, and more importantly every grand juror, to be prejudiced against the defendant by referring to this test as a “rape kit”. And once a poor person who cannot afford bail is indicted by the grand jury, they may have to sit in jail for years before they have a chance to say it was consentual.

So why don’t they use a term that is more neutral to both the defendant and accuser?

Most “convicted” sex offenders are required to attend “treatment”, which is usually a twenty-four month therapy session.

My assigned therapist was a friendly, intelligent young woman, named Johneen Mano-Verbeck, who I always wished I could have met under better circumstances.

However, I was surprised to discover that during group sessions she would always insist that every “sexual offense” was equal to every other offense, and every “sex offender” was the same as every other sex offender. Does that make any sense?

Because of our conversation at our very last appointment, and something she said, I know this wasn’t what Johneen really believed in her heart. But rather, some ridiculous idea the government is apparently pushing on all licensed therapists who provide this sort of “treatment”. And it’s not free, even if you’re indigent.

The therapists are apparently all forced to show the clients a movie called the “Tooth Ferry”, in which one registered sex offender is shown beating up another registered sex offender because of what he perceives is a violation of the offender’s conditions. It happens a lot to low risk offenders, by angry, obese women and guilty men, who think we should all be sent to some island or isolated city, somewhere in California.

The reader should ask, in this age of daily shootings and stabbing’s, why in the world would the government want to promote violence, in any form?

Do they want all Americans to believe that some of us poor people (without private lawyers) are permanently defective, and therefore, disposable?

During a group session, I told Johneen that I felt my wife, Christel, was a “sexual deviant”. Johneen asked, sounding outraged (and threatened to have me arrested), “Do you know what a sexual deviant is?”

Knowing that I couldn’t explain why I felt this way in a few sentences, I answered confidently, “Yes”.

After reading chapter five and six, and seven, the reader can decide for themselves whether or not this is true.

I believe the real sexual predators, who run the “gender fluid” deep state government, want to divide us by making as many straight American men as possible to all be thought of (by their family and neighbors) as murdering, child rapists to be feared by every one, regardless of the facts. Because this is exactly what they’ve done when they call all of us “registered sex offenders”.

Consider this, criminal charges are brought against the accused, and if found guilty, the defendant is required to face the consequences and accept the punishment, and that doesn’t change. But to include this extra penalty, being placed on this death list, is not fair to most men, who are not child rapist or murderers.

Congress passed the Adam Walsh Act, which is the federal law that gives the federal government the power to harass anyone on this death list, regardless of their designated level or tier.

However, since there was absolutely no evidence that Adam Walsh was ever sexually assaulted by anyone, I think this law proves how truly corrupt these people who work for the government are, when it comes to abusing children (especially if they’re disabled).

First, Congressman Foley, a RepubliCon from Florida, was forced to resign shortly after this law was passed for groping the butts of (molesting) underage male interns on the floor of congress.

The White House staff, the Secret Service, and the FBI already knew this about Foley before they invited the Walsh’s to the White House to appear with Foley and Bush when the law was formally signed. And their son’s name was dishonestly confiscated, for selfish reasons that were not exactly clear to most at the time, including the Walsh’s.

Similar to what Disney did, the Bush Administration had no problem of once again embarrassing Mrs. Walsh by having her appear on stage with a man who was seen by dozens of congressional staffers molesting underage boys. Despite this, the Bush White House was able to convince the Walsh’s that it was a good idea to use (exploit) their murdered son’s name to create this Draconian law, that is obviously being used today to protect the dangerous, wealthy pedophiles (who aren’t on the list).

After all, it is common knowledge among the elite, if a person has enough money, they can pay some dirty DA or law firm to have themselves completely removed from the list, no matter what the crime.

If you don’t know, or don’t remember, Adam Walsh was a five-year-old boy who was kidnapped from a mall, just north of Miami, in 1973. About three weeks later, Adam’s head was found floating in a canal, near the mall, but the rest of his body was never found.

His father, John Walsh (from the show “America’s Most Wanted”), and The cops eventually decided that a cereal killer named Ottis Toole did it. And they accepted Toole’s third confession as proof.

However long before this happened, after watching the network movie from his cell in the Jacksonville Jail, Toole promptly wrote his first confession and sent it to Adam’s parents. In the letter, Toole also demanded $5,000 if they wanted to get the rest of Adam’s body back.

Except, his confession wasn’t true and Adam’s body was never recovered. The facts he claimed in his first, or for that matter second, written confession didn’t match up to the evidence, and the cops knew it. Including the most revealing fact in his first confession, which was that Toole’s gay lover, who allegedly participated in the crime (according to Toole) was locked up in Maryland when Adam was kidnapped and murdered.

But the Hollywood-Keystone cops wouldn’t give up on blaming Toole, since obviously, they were sure Toole had done it since they knew he had kidnapped dozens of other young boys, molesting and murdering them.

But then, unfortunately, or perhaps conveniently, the cops lost the piece of carpet they removed from Toole’s back seat, which they claimed had Adam’s facial imprint on it, and presumably, Adam’s DNA all over it.

Curiously, this happened just a few years before DNA technology became available, which would have absolutely proved Adam Walsh had once been in Toole’s back seat…or perhaps, absolutely proved that Adam had never been in the back seat of that particular car?

But thankfully, they still had a picture of it and convinced Adam’s desperate mother that the image in the carpet looked exactly like Adam Walsh, assuring everyone that no artist had doctored the carpet to appear that way when they took the picture.

So the reader has to ask, was the “shroud of Adam”, something these cops came up with, and intentionally planted in the mind of Mrs. Walsh? If true, these cops would have look really bad if the DNA test had proved that Adam hadn’t ever been in that back seat, wouldn’t they?

And maybe the cops knew it all along and knew they had to destroy the evidence from Toole’s car to protect themselves? Then who knows, maybe John Walsh would have hosted a show called “America’s Most Dirtiest Cops”.

Next Disney got one of its best propaganda gals, Sharon Preston, to host Mrs. Walsh on the ABC show, “Perspective”. And during the interview, Preston got her to say the pic looked like the “shroud of Adam”.

Apparently, the Jewish producers at ABC didn’t realize it would cause such a flack, but it did. Southern Christians were offended by how similar it sounded to the sacred “shroud of Turin”. And to many Christians, Mrs. Walsh sounded a little like a crazy woman. And after all, she had only herself to blame for wandering off to look at lamp shades, leaving her five-year-old son unattended.

So perhaps, what they wanted to do, by embarrassing her, was to make sure Mrs. Walsh and her husband didn’t ever blame the dozens of suspected pedophiles who run or own all of these sleazy propaganda television networks for the Deep State, who then protect Epstein and his friends. And to make absolutely sure of it, they hired Mr. Walsh to work for the FBI and two different networks, hunting the “bad guys”. But maybe the reader should ask, who are the real bad guys?

Additionally, the Disney corporation knowingly funded several movies directed by a convicted pedophile named Victor Salva, called “Jeepers Creepers” and “Goonies”. Salva molested several of the young boys who starred in his Disney funded movies, which included a scene in which one of the young male actors is caught masturbating.

Is that supposed to be funny, Disney? You did fund these movies, didn’t you?

Would it be as funny if it were a young girl who was caught masturbating, or don’t young girls touch themselves in that way?

Even though this man was convicted of child rape, and Disney was deeply involved in supporting and hiding his behavior, millions of American parents continue to take their children to watch movies from this Jewish-owned, Jewish-controlled company, while these same parents are obsessed about who is on the government’s dirty little death list (that is clearly missing a few names).

Are Americans being programmed to be schizophrenic by the same networks and their plastic, painted talking whores?

We learned in 2019 that ABC (owned by Disney) had been intentionally covering up the Epstein crimes for several years by quashing any story involving Epstein, or his accusers. This means they knowingly allowed Epstein and his closest friends (including some from the same television network) to continue raping underage girls, even after he was convicted in 2008.

Then, so you know all these networks work together when it comes to protecting wealthy pedophiles, CBS fired the reporter who broke the story about ABC’s cover up.

So ask yourself, is the “registered sex offender List” actually being gathered by the government to protect themselves, and their Deep State masters (who run or own all of the television networks and most of the movie production companies, magazines, and newspapers)? Is it about providing the correction industry and the cops a guaranteed source of income, while protecting these wealthy pedophiles?

By placing almost a million American men on this “death list”, who can be openly abused and ridiculed by both the government and the media, the cops and the local correction creeps any time they want. Ask yourself, is this being done to distract America, and keep us from knowing what the elitist are doing to our children every day on their private airplanes, private yachts, private estates, private islands, and private New Mexico ranches.

I first rote about Jeff Epstein and his friends in 2008 in my blog, “J. Edger blog”, in which I played a psychopath billionaire. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have done it because I angered both the left and the right. The left was too dumb to figure out what I was doing, And the right, because it was mostly true…like most of the things I was telling the reader back then about Jeff Epstein.

So why did it take the FBI almost ten years to visit Epstein’s ranch in New Mexico after his crimes against children became known to them in 2006, which was only a stone’s throw away from the Mexican border (where perhaps he could find desperate children willing to do anything to come to America)? There are many strange things about the ranch Jeff Epstein owned in New Mexico that warrant a deeper investigation. Unfortunately, there’s no one we can trust.

And how in hell did Alexander Acosta, the U.S. Attorney who drew up this crazy plea bargain, which for the first time in history specifically granted immunity to all of Jeff Epstein’s “named and UNNAMED co-conspirators”, get to be the U.S. Secretary of Labor?

before you blame Trump for this, and certainly he deserves it, many of the same Senators from both parties, who overwhelmingly passed Foley’s Adam Walsh Act ten years earlier, also overwhelmingly approved Acosta’s appointment to be Labor Secretary. Who knows, maybe it was some kind of sick inside joke between the White House and the Senate about Acosta getting all of the young girls in America high paying jobs!

So while the thugs from the U.S. Marshals Office, along with the state and local cops, are torturing and slowly murdering those of us on the list who dare question this dirty practice. Epstein’s accomplices appear to have gotten away with their crimes.

For example, I believe America’s ongoing practice of covering up for these sort of people, is why in 2009 two thugs, posing as Portland Police Officers, had the power to come out to my home (while I was gone), under the direction of a suspected lesbian cop named Sergeant Bridget Sickcon, and beat $5,000 in damages into the side of my RV, with impunity. This happened just a month after I moved into this trailer park, the Southgate Death Camp on 82nd Avenue.

Then, as apparently Sickcon had instructed them to do, these two “really ugly cops” (according to my manager) walked around the entire park. They pretended to look for me, and she said showed everyone my mug shot.

I was in complete compliance at the time, so there was no reason for them to “hunt” for me. Unless of course, they knew I was going to be out of town, and planned it all to embarrass me as much as possible. And this is exactly how Sickcon would treat someone.

When I went down town one year to register with Bridget Sickcon, she said, “You know that guy that was here just before you. Well, he’s under investigation. I thought you should know in case you were talking to him.”

Except, I forgot my umbrella. So when I went back and got it, I got on the elevator at the Justice Center with someone else. This guy had just registered and asks me,”So, you’re under investigation?”

I answered “No!”, as far as I know.”

He responded, “That’s what Sergeant Sickcon told me.”

This was done to keep RSO’s from associating with other RSO’s, and forming political groups, which can fight this extreme injustice. It was a violation of our First Amendment right to associate with others (who are similarly situated). And it is truly evil!

So when the cops walked around, “pretending to look for me”, they told every person they could find that I was a “dangerous registered sex offender”, and showed them my mug shot, implying that I was a “dangerous predatory offender.” But they conveniently failed to mentioned my level to anyone they spoke with, as apparently they often do to low level offenders they don’t like.

So you know, I have always been listed as a “low risk offender.” As required, I registered once every year, until it was no longer possible, in September of 2015.

Which meant when this happened, in Febuary of 2009, they had no legal right to show my mug shot to anyone. I presume the State doesn’t show our faces online to protect us from Sheriff Mike Reese’s Round Circle vigilantes and others. So it seems pretty outrageous for these two ugly Goons to have done this to me, especially since I’m completely blind and partially deaf, and can’t defend myself.

And if this wasn’t enough of a violation of my civil rights, they also told my neighbors that I was “faking” my blindness, to avoid responsibility for my crime. Which is exactly what the masculine-sounding, female deputy told my last cell mate, Thornburg, which I describe in detail in Chapter Six.

Women are absolutely right in feeling outraged, and describing the Texas law as a cowardly way to prevent abortion. When the government empowers vigilantes to uphold the law, the government loses all credibility and needs to be changed.

Women right, this is nothing more than a vigilante empowerment bill, but what would we expect from these cowards from Texas, who are mostly men. With malice and forethought they murdered an innocent father, Cameron Todd Willingham. And these proud “men” from Texas wouldn’t come help Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie at the Alamo when they sent for help. It has been almost two hundred years since the Alamo, but the Uvalde shooting sounds mighty familiar, doesn’t it?

Personally, I oppose abortion, and think there’s a lot better way to convince women not to take the life of an innocent baby, even if it is born with a disability. Or often, mothers are told this lie by these medical professionals, so that they will terminate the pregnancy. This is what my wife and I were told by a nurse practitioner from Legacy Emanuel Medical Center when my wife was pregnant.

The nurse had completed an ultrasound of our unborn son, and we were really excited and nervous, waiting for the results. Unfortunately, the news wasn’t good.

The nurse said it appeared as though the baby may have Downs, and we should go home and think about “it”. And by it, she meant terminating the pregnancy.

But it wasn’t true, what she said and it really upset us. Until he was born, they intentionally put more stress on my wife and me which could have negatively effected the pregnancy itself, causing a possible miscarriage. But these radical feminists don’t care about traditional families or people who want to keep their babies. I think that’s why they destroyed my family, rather than helping us heal.

He was born a healthy baby boy with no impairments, thank god. But if he were born with a disability, it wouldn’t matter. He, like every other baby, has a right to life, what ever comes of it.

Maybe we should pay mothers a working wage to raise our nation’s children, and provide all biological females of birthing age safe access to free birth control.

But using private vigilantes to enforce state abortion laws by giving them the right to use the courts to collect a $10,000 reward, is wrong. And it’s problematic, as they’ll soon find out, if the law is ever enforced.

It’s unfortunate that Amy Goodman and these feminists don’t feel the same about vigilantes who go after low risk sex offenders, who are very often disabled and can not defend themselves. And we’re always overcharged by the prosecutor, so that they cam get a “better” plea bargain. Not to mention, usually we’re represented by an indifferent, under-funded, over-worked public pretender. Hard choices have to be made, and disabled men always lose. So the public pretender deals out his or her clients from the bottom of the deck, in the prosecutor’s rigged game. And the House always wins.

In other words, if you’re a man with a disability the public pretender will automatically move your file to the bottom of the stack, then your fate is sealed. Or before they arrest you on some trumped up charge, the police will come out to your home to do what they call a welfare check, and then kill you.

They will always say, the killing was justified since he or she had “a history of mental illness.”

Christel told me that when she was subpoenaed to appear before the grand jury on December 30, 2004, Detective Marley and the DDA, Greg Olson (who was suspended by the Oregon BAR in 2006 for a similarly deceitful practice), pulled her into an office and encouraged her to lie under oath to the grand jury.

They told her to say I had hit her. This wasn’t true and she said she wouldn’t go along with it, and told me all about it that evening. She did lie to me about one thing, telling me that the grand jury had not yet come to a decision as to whether or not to indite me.

curiously, she did feel it was important to mention that an Hispanic man on the grand jury had asked her if I was “really blind?” As I recall, she never did say what she told him, but what if the plan was to mislead the grand jury about my total blindness (other than a little bit of useless light perception)?

For the record, when I was eleven or twelve-years-old my brother and I were subjected to two days of these strange brain test, some of which I don’t remember. I do remember that they made my mom wait out in the waiting room.

When the tests were evaluated, Dr. Richard A. Lewis, from the University of Michigan’s Medical Center wrote a report which said that my older brother and I had a rare form of a degenerative eye condition called Retinitis Pigmentosa (RP).

So you know, there are estimated to be about thirty different forms of RP Some cause hearing impairments, such as mine, and some do not. There are also some forms of RP that begin to cause the retina to deteriorate shortly after birth, such as mine, and some forms of RP that do not begin to cause the retina to deteriorate until they are in their late teens or early twenties. These people tend to keep a small amount of vision throughout their lives.

Dr. Lewis went on to say that our prognosis was to both be completely blind within the next ten to fifteen years, at most. He was right.

Even though my brother had fairly good vision at the time, and even legally drove for a couple years, I was already legally blind at the age of twelve and lost the rest of my useable vision around eighteen, when I began reading braille and began using a white cane to travel. My older brother was lucky enough to not go blind until his mid to late twenties.

As far as having ever been physically violent with her, Christel knows, I have never, ever intentionally harmed her, other than speaking the truth. It’s true, I may have stepped on her toe or accidentally bumped her head a few times. But the fact is, I adored every inch of her perfect body and always, always touched her in the most loving way possible. Even if our angry words to each other were sometimes cruel.

Now compare this to what Portland Police Officer Jeromy Palaoro allegedly did in 2015 at 3:30 a.m. when he went to the hotel room of a traumatized, female domestic violence victim. Why were the consequences for Officer Palaoro so very different than what I received?

Apparently, this police officer had just met her while on duty a few hours earlier and kept texting her, saying “I know I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Then after telling her twice in texts, “Remember, I write the report”, he showed up at her hotel. After inviting him upstairs, the cop unexpectedly pulled a gun out of a bag and through it on the table and took off his clothes, and told her to start rubbing him, according to the complaint.

He wasn’t charged with kidnapping, false imprisonment, aggravated sexual assault, and brandishing a weapon during the commission of a crime, and labeled as a registered sex offender for life (like they did to me). According to Maxine Bernstein’s July 22, 2015 Oregonean article suggests should have been the case, he was only charged with “official misconduct.”

According to Bernstein, the victim describes at least three separate sexual assaults committed against her by Officer Palaoro in the presence of a weapon, which the victim said she felt was an ‘implied threat of violence’ if she didn’t do as he said.

Instead, The Multnomah District Attorney Rod Underhill and DDA Chris Ramris, arranged a very special plea bargain for this cop in which Palaoro can’t be a police officer again. But this only applies to the state of Oregon. Oh, and he has to do an entire 18 months of “supervised” probation, which is coincidentally the same amount of time Jeff Epstein was sentenced to jail for raping a fourteen-year-old girl. Did Alexander Acosta advise them on how to sentence Palaoro?

Of course, this means being watched by mostly former-cops, some of whom we know were kicked off the force for having a drinking problem or using excessive force on the job.

Unless he ends up working for the Chicago or Dallas Police Department, want to guess what job Officer Palaoro will be doing next? Monitoring (and assaulting) alleged sex offenders for Multnomah County, who couldn’t afford private attorneys?

Ihatem: A Feminist Utopia
by DR Wolfe

{From “The Dirty Little Secret About Transparensee” Series}

(Includes strong language and some descriptions of sex.)

The two dark-haired women who were now standing directly in front of him, began taunting him with some suggestive, humorous gestures. He smiled, and pretended to ignore them. They were both cute, but he noticed the shorter one was really attractive.

Without turning his eyes away, he slowly began rotating his wrist. First, back and forth, then up and down, doing his best to avoid the sharp edges. He guessed the metal bracelet moved about a quarter inch each time. Eventually he would reverse the direction, rotating his wrist before working the bracelet back the other way. This was one of the thirteen exercises he had concocted to stay alert during his twelve hours on duty.

He developed an extensive routine designed to keep him healthy, both physically and mentally, which kept him alive. He noticed, physically damaged men didn’t last very long around the northwestern territory. So not appearing “defective” was the only way a man could extend his life and prolong his parts in Ihatem.

One firm rule was not eating or drinking anything for at least two days prior to being posted. It was the only way to make sure one didn’t need to discharge any sort of bodily fluids or engage in what would be, under any other circumstance, a normal human bodily function.

Much to his shame, he discovered publicly discharging some bodily functions was worse than others. The “good news”, he was told when asking about bathroom breaks.

“There’ll be plenty of bathroom breaks for you future servers,! In fact, as many as you desire, as long as you don’t leave the stage.” With a smirk, the Master Server informed him of this special courtesy in his usual deep baritone.

And far, far worse than suffering the embarrassment of soiling yourself while up here, he thought, was the consequences of falling asleep while on display. A man who fell asleep would be quickly taken down and carried away, never to be seen again. And it wasn’t like any one was ever going to ask aloud, “Where did number so-and-so go.” For the men, keeping themselves sharp was the only thing that mattered.

He spent a good deal of his time up here memorizing his surroundings. He noticed he was mounted in the middle of an enclosed area. It was like a small town public square. Other than the open archway off to his left, there was an overlapping ceiling that connected to a thirty foot wall that surrounded the entire area, in every direction.

He estimated that it was about a hundred feet or so between him and the nearest wall. And each wall was made of two-foot square Cinder blocks, painted every color imaginable. Along with the hundreds of women who were gathered along the perimeter watching the festival, and dozens of servers, the floor was covered with hundreds of benches, marble tables, gardens and fountains, and lots of bushes and small trees of every variety you could imagine. The colorful scene was, at moments, hypnotizing. Seeing all of this, one would never know of the extent of the damage that lay beyond these walls.

The visible sky was completely covered by a large blue tinted dome, which, along with the moderate temperatures, gave the impression of being a clear blue summer day. He figured they were able to make it look this way because of the indirect lighting mounted along the tops of each wall, since the true sky, on the rare occasions when you got a quick glimpse, was always gray and overcast.

He carefully glanced to each side of him, without being to obvious about it. Staying completely focused on the viewers was part of the “job”, he was told. There were dozens of other men to his left and right, all attached to the same riser as him. the wooden stage sat about eight feet off the ground so that the women could reach out and touch the lower half of his legs with the ends of their floppy canes, if they wanted. The men directly to each side of him were facing the opposite direction, and the next man in the row was facing the other way as the previous. This way, the men could be simultaneously observed by the viewers from both the front and back.

It was almost impossible for each man to see who was directly behind them. And maybe that’s why most of the slaps and bumps he took came on his back side, or what many of them said was his better side.

He looked down at the two excited dark complected women and stared deeply into the eyes of the shorter one, who was smiling back at him with what he thought were these incredibly beautiful big brown eyes. He continued to smiled back, warmly, and sincerely. They were giggling and having fun with him, and his embarrassing circumstances, but in a playful way that wasn’t intended to shame him any further.

It was funny how he was able to understand his viewers so well, simply by watching their behavior for a few moments. Either one of these two, he thought to himself, would be a nice change, which probably meant that it was very unlikely that either would be chosen to be his temporary handler.

Most of them who would pass bye made obscene gestures and yelled out all sorts of amazing crude cat calls, some of which made him blush. And a few of the women would describe aloud the specific horrifying details of what they intended to do with him, and his parts, once selected. A promise they always made, but thankfully, only one would be able to keep.

“I hate you!” a woman wearing a almost see-through short bright purple dress, with scruffy black hair, yelled at him, as she approached from his right. The line was slowly moving from right to left.

“I hate him!” She angrily told a tall, muscular woman to her right. He couldn’t help but notice her anger. The taller woman’s strong jaw line nicely contrasted with her gentle blue eyes, and he noticed she easily shrugged off the angry woman by just barely moving her head.

He imagined three or four thousand years ago, she would be one of the fiercest warriors in her tribe. He instantly decided that he would be proud to be one of her mates and followers. And he hoped very much that she would be the one selected.

His mind began to wander, and He imagined being her mate in a time long ago, as told to him by his brother, before the final war. It was a time when the women were responsible for overseeing the matters of the tribe, and men were mostly left alone to explore and hunt for food. Men could play games in the woods with other men and think about their next mate. And without shame, proudly discharge their bodily fluids upon mother earth!

An angry shout distracted him from his primitive thoughts. When this happened, he tried to ignore the most outrageous comments from the women, but that only seemed to infuriate the meanest. The trick was to pretend to listen, without hearing anything.

Other than his silence, he had no real voice in any of it. Men had lost the right to vote in 2038, and lost all rights to citizenship three years later. All men were now legally defined under the new constitution as “chattel”, just as women had been labeled for thousands of years under man’s law.

“I’m going to get you fucker!” she screamed, as she moved in front of him, smashing her fist again and again into her erect thumb and grinning, savagely. He watched the top of her head with some sort of perverse distracted interest, realizing that he could actually see each individual hair on her forehead moving. He watched closely as the hairs moved together again and again, in unison when she shook her head. It reminded him of a sporting event he once attended with his dad when he was about six.

He could still remember being there in the stadium, watching the fans across from him. First they stood, than quickly sat down, all in sequence. It looked like a raising and collapsing wall of colorful, elongated shadows moving across the stands, reacting together in formation. It fascinated him so much, as a school project he used the computer to make a series of three dimensional transparent drawings depicting the evolving and transforming pattern of shadows forever moving across the screen.

he leaned forward a little and smiled the best he could into her bright red face and greenish-gray eyes, and pretended to be excited by her promise of violence and trauma. Despite his effort to defuse her anger with his playfulness, the luminous, burning eyes kept glaring at him, into him…determined to leave an eternal mark burnt into his skin!

he knew that particular look, and knew if this one got to collar him for a full session, it wasn’t going to be a good time, or at least not for him. This one had a considerable amount of animosity built up toward men, and at this moment, it was completely focused on him…and unfortunately, on some of his more fragile body parts.

As he took a breath, he took a chance and closed his eyes for a moment, hoping she would be hurried along by the crowd.

He knew in his heart it wasn’t because of who he was, or because of anything he had done in his short life. It was because he was a man and she needed to blame some male figure for being alone, or that’s how he rationalized the undescribable hatred that many of the women seem to have toward all men.

He remembered how it was between men and women back then, about twenty years ago, before the war. No one seemed to be really happy about anything. But he felt, people had a damn good reason to be unhappy, the way they were all being played against each other by the billionaires and trillionaires, and the media played a big part in it.

According to his oldest brother, Marty, there was a ‘war against men’ and a ‘war against women’ all at the same time. And he said there had always been an endless ‘war against sex’ ever since the patriarchal religions took over most of the earth, about three or four thousand years ago.

He went on to say that around 1990 the oligarchy launched an undeclared, highly-strategical hidden war that was specifically designed to divide the genders, just as blacks and whites, straights and gays, liberals and conservatives, and many other people had been divided.

Other than most of the media and the politicians, no one else realized how they were being used against each other, mostly based on fear and misinformation, until it was way, way too late to stem the animosity, which many felt led to the final war.

Meanwhile, the billionaires and trillionaires were getting more and more wealthy off the sickness and countless wars. The money they made was used to buy politicians and judges by paying for their million dollar elections, which was perfectly legal at the time. This made the elected officials beholden to anyone who was willing to fund their next campaign.

The billionaires and trillionaires knew by purchasing key elected officials and controlling the flow of money and information they would control the society.

The evening news, the radio and television talk shows, along with the editorial boards from most of the print media, were all well-paid instigators on behalf of their corporate masters, and their real job, and a few probably didn’t even know it, was to promote fear, hatred and ignorance in America and most of the world.

Marty said, “They got these think tanks that are made up of thousands and thousands of the most brilliant scholars recruited from all around the world. They are specifically hired by the billionaires and trillionaires to devise a million different strategies about how to best divide Americans from each other, which keeps anyone from asking the real important questions.”

“Like how is it possible that one of the alleged 911 high-jacker’s passport, presumably tucked securely away in a jacket pocket, was able to safely float to the ground, undamaged, while over a thousand human bodies were completely disintegrated, including the body of the passport’s alleged owner?”

“And this was the best evidence they had pointing to this guy who died of kidney decease a few months after September 11th, Osama bin Laden.”

He was right. This hostile, fearful, ignorant environment gave rise to the slow dismantling of the constitution by both the courts and politicians from both parties. He said, “They gave us laws such as the Patriot Act, the MDDA and other well-hidden Draconian measures intended to take away more of our freedoms, which Congress never bothered to read.”

According to Marty, another similar unjust law they pushed through back then that specifically targeted poor and uneducated men, was based on the murder of a five-year-old boy named Adam Walsh.

He went on, “As a result of the publicity from Adam’s gruesome murder, his father, John Walsh, became the FBI’s public voice for expanding the prison industrial complex. He did this by constantly vilifying average men on his weekly crime show, but wouldn’t touch the wealthy rats who had private islands and private jets where they were raping kids as young as eleven-years-old.”

“Ironically, John Walsh went on to be law enforcement’s best tool, “Marty said. “And the prison population boomed. Everyone demanded law and order, even if a few innocent people got put away or executed. Even the future President, Joe Biden, joined with that sleaze bag president, Bill Clinton, to promote this thing called the Crime Bill, that put more than a million and a half Americans behind bars.”

Marty said, “A decade later Walsh and his wife agreed to use their son’s name to create the Adam Walsh Act.”

Along with some similar state laws, the law was allegedly written to protect all children from “all these sexual predators.”

“Ottis Toole, who they said murdered Adam Walsh, was given as an example of how all poor men acted, if they weren’t behind bars. But apparently, they didn’t want to protect children from the elite, like Jeff Epstein, or some of his sleazy friends, like Bill Clinton and a sleazy lawyer named Alan “Douch-o-witz”. Or that’s how Marty pronounced it.”

“There was no evidence that Adam was ever sexually assaulted by Tool or anyone els, which raises questions about John Walsh’s true motivations in exploiting his son’s name and murder on a bill like this. Or was he played by the FBI and the media?” Marty rhetorically asked. Then he answered, “I think so.”

He went on, “Meanwhile, most average men were being completely destroyed over any sexual allegation. It was really sick how this gender war all started!” Marty screamed. And got up and began pacing the room, but never stopped talking.

Marty ended his rant by saying, “And you know what’s really nuts? Along with Douche-o-witz, Epstein was being defended by a guy named Ken Starr. And Starr was the same sick government lawyer who a few years earlier was pretending to prosecute Clinton over having stained a young intern’s blue dress with his fluids,” if you know what I mean. He pointed to his crotch.

You see, “The report Starr wrote for the trial was more pornographic than most books written for adults, if you know what I mean. But everybody in the media just played along, siding with either the Creeps or the Cons. In fact the Republican Senators on the committee that were impeaching Clinton, all had mistresses.”

He wiped his forehead and continued. “One of Epstein’s victims was Virginia Giuffre, although she was known as Virginia Roberts at the time. She described how there were hundreds of these hook ups between very young girls and these powerful men from everywhere, like the CIA, the State Department and even the Cornell Science Department. And this went on all the time, on Epstein’s plane, his island, and his homes in Florida, New York and New Mexico. But the local police and persecutors did nothing, isn’t that curious?”

Virginia said that this French guy, Jean-Luc Brunel, had sent Epstein these three girls who were younger than you, only twelve-year-old.” suddenly He stuck his finger into my chest, and I jerked back in surprise. And as though nothing had happened, He continued. “It was a birthday gift. Virginia said Epstein made her watch while he had sex with all three of them.”

“then Brunel was murdered in prison, probably to keep him quiet, and as a warning to the other victims who might speak out, like Virginia did. She had settled a law suit with the Prince of England about a week before Brunel was murdered in prison, but I’ll get back to that.”

“You see, unlike Jeff Epstein’s fake hanging and secret funeral, and the Injustice Department’s cover up, Brunel was really dead. And Epstein probably is hidden away on some luxurious Israeli resort with McVey, Scalia ‘Kenny Boy’ Lay, and a lot of very, very young girls.”

“Getting back to the Prince. When Virginia Roberts was still a minor, she said she was forced to had sex with this creep, Prince Andrew, several times, and she said he sweat like a pig. He was forth in line to become the monarch of England at the time, so this was a real big deal, or it should have been. But she decided to sign the non-disclosure agreement and take a multi-million dollar settlement in 2022, and who can blame her after putting up with this crap all these years. There were a few who said she sold out the other victims, rather than sending the dirty bastard to prison. But there was no way to know what would happen to the Prince, even if a civil jury found him guilty. I mean how many times do rich people ever go to jail for anything? It’s not because they don’t commit horrific crimes, we know that.”

He wiped his brow and continued. “But because of the agreement Prince Andrew was never allowed to say he didn’t rape Virginia Roberts, and at least that proves something. And Virginia never stopped talking about the privileged elite, and their special privileges.”

He thought about what his brother had said, and imagined that’s probably why the elite started the war with Saudi Arabia, rather than Israel, which changed everything. When the Saudi’s started selling oil in the Yuan, the Chinese currency, it was the perfect excuse the banksters needed to start the war. And Marty always said, “Banksters love all wars, but they never fight them.”

His brother went on, “meanwhile, the elite are blaming the poor man by using the persecutors to persecute the poor man. This is how the Deep State protects the wealthy pedophiles, by looking like they’re doing something, while they continue to persecute the poor while continuing to rape children. So it’s business as usual for the elite.”

Then Marty looked me in the eye and said, “Non-disclosure agreements probably should be illegal. Since they only serve to protect the rich, for the crimes they commit against the poor.”

“Then this clown named Bobby Mueller took over as the FBI Director, just one week before September 11th. Isn’t that a curious coincidence?” Then he winked, and took a long drink of his water.

“Years later, many started calling him Bobby Mole because of his pathetic two and a half year investigation of Trump, who was accused of conspiring with Russia to win the 2016 election. But they found nothing! Meanwhile, at the same time the Deep State was spying on the newly elected president, with the help of the new FBI Director and some sleazy judge from this secret court, called the FISA Court.” Isn’t this treason?” He asked sarcastically.

So according to Marty, no one had anyone to root for any more, but the media kept telling everyone who to hate.

“A massive witch hunt had begun, from both the left and right. They were going after everyone who was anybody, not just the little guy any more. Not that most of these rich sick fucks didn’t deserve it, little brother.” He paused, and looked me in the eye.

“Meanwhile, more land is being swallowed up today by the Chinese Government and more and more Americans are being made houseless, and being fed more and more of the corporate made poison they call food, that makes men think they’re women. It’s such a joke! I mean how it all got this crazy little brother.”

He closed his eyes and thought about how when his big brother was talking politics he would sometimes pause for a moment, and for no reason slap him on the back, and then go on with his rant, without missing a beat.

From Marty’s writings, he remembered, the oligarchy was also indoctrinating young girls into the gender war at the time, by brain-washing them about how to be “happy”. Teen magazines, television and social media, were all used to convince them that motherhood and having children, along with hairy, muscular men with low paying jobs were all gross things to be absolutely avoided if they wanted to be successful. And they were trained to believe true success could only be rationally judged by one’s
personal wealth, along with one’s primary means of transportation.

“Having a perfect body, not scarred by motherhood,” would be one of the keys to their success, they were told by the corporate media and their mentors.

Meanwhile, openly suggesting that all male defendants needed to be raped repeatedly as part of both their pre and post-conviction punishment was a normal comment among most Americans when they discussed any sort of sexual allegation brought against a man, who wasn’t wealthy. In fact, one congressman, who was later shot in a park, began handing out bats to everyone and said we need to go after these same accused men who had no lawyers with even tougher laws, while the rich did what they wanted.

While at the same time, some “radical feminist” in the alternative media began suggesting “Rape was anything a woman said it was.” And they added “No woman who was victimized should ever be made to face cross examination if it makes her feel uncomfortable.”

Marty said, “For most American men the only good-paying jobs was fighting in one of these endless wars.” The alternative is being labeled a bum,” in what Marty said had become a massive surveillance-prison-state.

“A place where new powerful tasers and psychotronic weapons are being used by law enforcement, and most people don’t even know. Shoot first and ask questions later, is the standard policy and practice for most police and federal agents when it comes to incidents involving angry, unemployed men.”

Marty said when it became clear to most American men that a blatant policy of reverse-gender discrimination existed within the entire society, especially in the public education system and the courts. The unspoken anger that men felt, who couldn’t afford private lawyers, could no longer be contained.

Many of the women told him they believed this is what led to the oligarchy’s decision to launch the “Final War.”

Marty wrote, “Wars have always been fought by mostly men…and throughout history, when the men in a culture become discontented, the leaders would take the men into war, rather than risk a possible revolution and loss of power.”

They were eating ice cream Marty had brought home for breakfast as a birthday surprise. It was his favorite, Raspberry Chunky Crispy Cream!

Thinking about it now, he could actually taste the sweet, cold raspberry cream dripping down the back of his throat, and he could clearly see his brother brushing back his curly brown hair from his face as he began speaking. It was a visual clue letting him know that he better pay attention to what’s coming next and stop counting hairs.

Ever since he was young, whenever people spoke to him he had this bad habit of counting the individual hairs while they spoke. Usually on their head. But once, he met a friend of his dad’s who was bald, and so he began counting the hairs inside the man’s nose, until he was noticed, and reprimanded.

“You know, men should have realized that it started going really, really bad for the average man when the Clinton’s took over the White House and the Republicans went after Bill Clinton for the exact same thing that they were all doing!” He said that the whole “Monica” scandal was scripted.

He swore, “Clinton knew that it was a big puppet show. He knew he wouldn’t be kicked out of office, but would have the legacy of being the greatest presidential womanizer in American history, getting it under the presidential desk like that while on the phone! Then he would be even more famous than his hero, John ‘f-me’ Kennedy, which I think meant more to Clinton than anything else. And of course, they promised him that if he and Hillary went along with the plan. That is, set us up for 9-11, he would get rich by selling a million of his crappy books and she would get to be president too.”

“That’s how all these politicians are being paid off by the oligarchy, That is, except the ones who take these really sweet jobs as lobbyist, and then poof! You never hear about them ever again unless they become some politicians sleazy chief of staff, while they keep cashing in these phat checks from their corporate murdering masters.”

He remembered reading one of Marty’s papers that was marked with a bright red “F” that began, “Under former-President Obama, universities and colleges were required to begin adopting grossly unconstitutional rules involving the processing of sexual misconduct allegations in order to receive further federal funding. ‘the new rules gave female students a disproportionate level of power in bringing any sort of sexual related allegation against a male student, which not surprisingly has led to an abuse of the system by any woman who has felt regretful, for any reason. Or maybe felt embarrassed, like if she had a boyfriend or parent back home who found out. Or maybe felt vengeful, like if she never got a call back, but expected one.”

While he could remember this one paragraph Marty wrote, almost word for word, he couldn’t remember who his brother had credited this last line to, but it always stuck with him as being absolutely true, in those earlier times.

“Men almost always regret the sex they don’t have and women often regret the sex they do have.

Everyone knew it was an inside job, and Israel had been involved. But when the selected papers of the 9-11 attack were released and the war with Saudi Arabia began, his brother was killed. Marty was a medic and not surprisingly, was one of the first casualties of the war. He started going through Marty’s personal papers, including his written series called “The Coming Gender War.”

There were a few other papers, including a few newspaper articles. But they were mostly Marty’s failing papers from school about how men were being systemically, slowly forced out of American colleges and universities, and society.

One of the papers was a review Marty had written about a Rolling Stone Magazine story involving a young woman named Jackie, who had apparently made up much of the facts involving an alleged gang rape at a fraternity. Some of the horrific allegations were not fully investigated, but were included in the original article anyway. The publication of her story led to numerous sanctions being immediately imposed on the falsely accused fraternity.

This was done under what was called “exigent circumstances”, Marty explained, which was a common lie political figures use at the time to deny poor and uneducated people due process when they know they are creating unjust laws and rules, and don’t want them challenged in the courts before they can be implemented.

Marty explained, “Politicians and administrators know, rarely is any law already on the books ever removed by the law-makers or the courts, no matter how unjust it is.”

He remembered how another article had what he thought of as a kind of humorous headline, given his current circumstances… He smiled. The headline read something like:

Apparently, she had written an ap for any cell phone or PC that could easily create a contract for consent, where a couple could each quickly make a private video clip granting verbal consent to the other for sex. For the next twenty-four hours each person would then be able to access the other’s video and confirm that consent had been given, explicitly describing what sexual activities would be okay, and any that would not.

Each person would be able to view the fourteen second clip once, but only once. and no one else would ever have access to its content. And no one else would be able to confirm that any person had given their consent to anyone else. It guaranteed complete privacy.

The couple could never return to their original recordings if they wanted to watch it again, although they could delete it if it hadn’t been sent, and withdraw consent. The video would be completely sealed and secret to the public, and would only be revealed under a court order.

“Otherwise,” as the ap’s ad claimed, humorously:
“Without this e-sex-insurance, the only way you men can ever again truly experience safe sex is to have two witnesses and a notary present during the act, or go it alone.”

By the start of the Twenty-First Century not only had the universities and law schools begun openly discriminating against men, through their admissions process and graduation rates, 60% to 40%, any man that had ever had any sort of sexual allegation made against them, innocent or not, were completely blocked from receiving any sort of secondary education in America after 2028.

When he was a little older he began seriously reading Marty’s writings, and began to remember all of this gender discrimination stuff they were talking about back then, when he was still a kid. He knew, it had led to what Frank and Bobby and some of their friends had done.

He would always feel guilty for showing Marty’s writings to them. They went ballistic! They first posted it on the Internet, and then made hundreds of copies of Marty’s work and passed them out, disappearing for days.

He was scared of his other brothers after that, since mom and dad, and Marty, weren’t around any more.

His two remaining brothers and some of their really nutty friends, would march around the house with their guns and penis’s hanging out, which they always assured him were both fully loaded. They were ranting about marching off to fight in the “Gender War”, singing, “THIS IS MY WEAPON, THIS IS MY GUN. We men are ready, you Dykes, better run!”

They got especially riled up after these men’s rights rallies, being held on the weekends somewhere up in the hills east of town. They explained, “all of us men who have lost our jobs and kids to women get together and share our outrage, and talk about how we’re gonna take this country back! You’ll understand soon enough little brother”, they would say.

Thankfully, he wasn’t made to go with them. And he never wanted to go, since he was still a kid. At the time, it didn’t really make a lot of sense to him why they were so angry over this gender stuff, but he figured it had something to do with Marty’s sudden death.

He knew the insults and threats from both guys and girls online were getting more and more vicious, and it made him really uncomfortable when a thread he was on went downhill. It was almost like people were sitting in their cars or bedrooms waiting for an excuse…to spit something slimy out online, rather than biting their tongue and swallowing it.

He remembered reading about how Marty said some French “journalists” were intentionally publishing obscene cartoons about another religion’s leader, knowing that some people would overreact. Marty said that many of the media creeps from both the left and right were eating it all up, and privately laughing about it.

He said they were always intentionally pushing all the right buttons between different groups of people, not just men and women, waiting to report on the inevitable violent result And maybe even hoping for it….to make their point, that some religion’s or genders are more ruthless than others, or about needing more gun control, or about needing more prisons, and needing more and more laws.

For the corporate owned media It was always, always about keeping the most powerful ones out of the conversation, and focusing on fear, celebrity and sports nonsense, and stoking the next war and handing out peanuts to the foolish liberals.

The final result was, and the only one that mattered, in the year 2047, verbally abusing, and in some cases physically injuring, a man was what was expected of every strong woman, in order to protect the human race and keep the dangerous animal “man” in his proper place, where he can never do harm again!

He thought about this angry woman, who was standing in front of him. And he knew, if she was the one who was selected for him, for those three days he would be the one who represented all the men who she hated, or pretended to hate, or maybe needed to hate.

And he knew, if she ended up being his handler he would probably have to have some additional plastic surgery done, once again.

There were a couple of times when one of what he thought of as the “truly kind ones” was selected for him. But it was rare. In the beginning, it was a big thrill for most of them to have him, a real man, there at their beckon call. there were so few intact men around, and they weren’t ever likely to be with an undamaged man, ever again.

As his time to leave would draw near, he noticed the women would start getting more and more angry, as if he were to blame for being chosen. Nothing he could do was right or good any more, and “It was their obligation to correct man any way they felt appropriate. We owe this to the sisterhood,” it was said, “So that the next handler would have a more enjoyable experience with this man.”

He pictured the pinched face of the woman with the wooden spoon, the one who had so, carefully explained to him about her duty as a “virtuous woman”, as she slapped his manhood with her spoon, over and over .

Even though he could still hear the dark haired woman screaming at him, he didn’t open his eyes. Instead, he smiled broadly and let is mind drift away, back to the thoughts of Wendy. He could smell her hair. It reminded him of a gentle breeze blowing threw a fresh cherry grove.

He would never forget those incredible 72 hours they spent together. The smell of her hair, the taste of her skin, the sound of her gentle voice, and the way she would kiss him for hours.

Usually, he was more than grateful to leave.
But returning to the center that one particular time was one of the most painful things he had experienced, knowing that he would never see her again. But that was just how it was for all the men who were posted here in the city of Ihatem, along the Columbia River, in the western territory of Atwood.

When ever he thought of Wendy it made him feel appreciated, and maybe even allowed him to imagine being loved for a short while, in this ugly place. And this was the name he first thought he heard her say to him in her mind, and so, he began secretly calling her Wendy, as they lay together, naked, in the sleeping chamber.

Sometimes they would briefly put on their robes and sit together by the table that looked out over the Columbia. And a few times they even stopped making love to consume something of substance, besides each other. He never ate much during these times since the booster also suppressed his appetite.

He especially remembered how she kept holding on to his hand as they sat at the small wooden table. She would gently run her fingernails up and down his forearm while staring into his eyes without ever saying a word. It was that particular memory that kept him alive, and kept him hoping that…that maybe someday, when this was all over, he would see her again, just once.

There were some things that a man never ever spoke of aloud if they wanted to survive. But the truth was he thought about Wendy almost every day, or that was what he called her. He felt that she had telepathically sent him this very personal information. That is, her actual name, while they were making love.

The women were not allowed to ever give their name. And the men never knew the true name of their handler. To ask for this or ask any other personal question from any woman, was an automatic capital offense under the Atwood Constitution. And they knew they were always watching.

It depended on the nature of the inappropriate question asked or the indiscretion committed. But, in a few cases the server was subjected to something that was said to be worse then death. That was, being locked in the isolation Dungeon with a barrel of water for forty-two days next to the ones who had already gone mad… screaming and pounding on the walls and doors all day and night.

Like obedient soldiers guarding the Dungeon’s gate from the sweet Seductive Angel of Sleep, it was said each of these tireless screamers would take their scheduled turn screaming and pounding, just like clockwork. The few men who came back from being locked in the isolation dungeon were quickly turned into servers. They said the dungeon was designed that way by some real monster, to make every sound echo over, and over, and over, and over, and over.

“WHACK!” His eyes flew open wide. He felt a massive sharp pain on the left side of his head and faintly heard something crack in the distance.

It was odd, he thought to himself. While the pain told him it was definitely his own noggin that had been struck by something, the sound of the object hitting his head seemed like it was much farther away than that. But he recognized the pain and knew it had been a rock, jammed inside of something like a piece of fruit.

Ice balls, eggs, and packed fruit, along with the narrow cane polls that some of them carried, were the most favorite weapons of choice among the more aggressive women who came up each weekend to Ihatem for the festival. Leaving the safety of their valley settlements and risking exposure was the sacrifice they each made. That is, the ones who won the first phase of the Lottery.

During the Weekly Fest a few of the friendly ones would throw flowers or what he thought were wonderfully exotic smelling undergarments. He would try to catch them in his teeth, which would always make them laugh and applaud. But many of them seemed angry. He figured they already knew they had little chance of being selected since Only a dozen of them each weekend would be chosen to be handlers.

Throwing any solid or hard object at any of the servers, who had no way to defend themselves, was a violation of the rules, so they said. Yet, many of the women did it anyway, and there were no real consequences. The worst that would happen is that they would be asked to leave. But this only happened if the server was really bloodied or knocked unconscious.

The men were easy targets. Their hands were tightly chained to a rail that ran the length of the platform, a foot above their heads. Their feet were chained to eye bolts in the floor, and they were all completely naked.

He felt a trickle of blood run down his cheek, and tried not to think about the pain the best he could. And he forgot about Wendy, for the moment.

He looked to his left where the rock came from, and stared into the blazing eyes of the same screaming woman who vowed again, “I’m going to get you! I hate you! I hate ’em! I hate you fucker! Do you hear me, I HATE YOU!” She screamed.

He watched carefully as she reached into her pocket and yelled, “Better wake up fucker!” Several of them laughed when he flinched and briefly loss control of his bladder, in response to her suddenly pulling her empty, clinched hand from her pocket and hurling it at his face.

He closed his eyes and felt a couple more objects thump against his backside. This was both a relief, since it wasn’t his head being struck, yet still extremely unpleasant, being publicly pummeled like that.

This time he responded exactly as he was taught, and shyly smiled. But the screaming woman, who was now being shuffled along by the other women, wouldn’t give up. She pointed her finger back at him and mouthed the words, “I’m going to get you fucker!” He quickly looked off in the other direction and tried the best he could to not think about her.

It’s funny, but he once believed for any man being selected for posting was a whole hell of a lot better than any of the other options available. A few of the servers, who he now began to think of as the lucky ones, agreed to have their private parts removed in exchange for being permanently assigned as day workers. Being a day servant involved, along with being around the women a lot of the time, cooking, housekeeping, “moving heavy things around, and firing up the Bar-B-Q,” the day workers would say, jokingly.

It depended on how you look, as far as where you ended up. Like for example, men couldn’t be too unattractive, or they would have to be permanently removed from the gene pool, even if the deformity or physical defect had nothing to do with genetics. It was much like the “Ugly Laws” that once prohibited certain physically-disabled Americans from coming into town, uncovered.

Following the final war, and because of the virus, there were only a few males of any age who were left alive. Among the few children who were born after that only a few were ever born as male children. No one really understood why the gender of the babies being born were also effected, other than it had something to do with a residual affect of the virus.

Among the six or seven million humans known to still be alive on earth, almost every one of them were female. And most of the adult women were not shy about saying they felt it was the fault of men that the war had begun simply because of “the inherent stupidity of men”.

After the war, a new religion emerged among the surviving women. They called it a Neo-Goddess religion. but unlike the goddess religion of the past, women were not the gentle nurturers and benevolent governesses of the society, but rather, the ruthless masters over the useless men, whose only true value was to serve as “reproductive devices.”

They taught that the war had led to the virus being released as a weapon and it really didn’t matter which side had been the first one to release it since the destruction and loss of life, including almost all of the men, was unforgivable. There was this really deep hatred among most of the remaining women toward men. He felt maybe it was because they all had lost their lovers, husbands, fathers, sons and brothers, and they just needed someone to blame for their loneliness.

It was the common belief in this new culture that there was something defective with the male human gene. They taught, there was plenty of evidence to prove that this has always been the case among humans, beginning with the dissolution of the goddess religion, which was replaced by violent, patriarchal religions and systems.

Similar to how Marty had once told him, the Neo-Goddess followers would point out that these dominant religions ruled over most of the earth for almost five thousand years and as a result billions of human beings, who were mostly poor and uneducated, died in hundreds of these barbaric wars.

In this new world, less than one tenth of one tenth of one percent of the remaining population were male, and because of it, they had no real voice when compared to the wishes of the angry majority, Eventually, all males were considered to be only slightly more valuable than the bull. And everyone knew the bull’s only true purpose in life was to serve the cattle, who because of their superior genes were selected by nature to give life and produce milk, not just donate sperm.

‘”437, your assigned to the second level,” he was told. “And get that cheek fixed up by the medic before you head up to the rest chamber.” The Master Server told him, without looking up. He scrunched his nose, and added firmly. “Shower first.”

“Sure thing Master,” he answered, assertively. “But I can assure you I’ve had a lot worse than this,” he added, pointing to his cheek. “And to be perfectly honest sir, the one down here hurts a hell of a lot more.” He pointed below the table and made a frown.”

“In my expert opinion 437, I think it’s just your pride that’s hurting,” the Master replied, with a quick grin that was barely noticeable, as though he were concerned that someone might be watching.

Following the green walkway to where the showers were located, he turned into one of the empty stalls and dropped his bundle to the floor. Stepping into the circle and pressing the raised triangle, he felt the sonic waves roll across his body, first back and forth, then up and down.

He felt his fingers and toes tingle, and felt a thousand invisible pin pricks pierce his skin, which became numb for a moment and then went away. It only took a couple minutes for the shower to clean his skin and remove any new hair, and he was sure glad. The pulsing sensation always bothered his central nervous system, and made him feel really weird all over until the instant that the microwaves stopped.

After putting on the florescent red robe given to him by the overly-sympathetic Master Server, he followed the opposite hallway down toward the medical unit. As he approached, he saw another server he knew walking off and nodded to him.

He also recognized Number 111, the day worker on duty. One Eleven was a small, older man with a long, curly white beard, which was well trimmed and extremely distinguished looking, in his opinion. It was one of the other advantages of being a day worker, you could let your face and body hair grow out, and no one cared as long as it was kept clean.

He thought, because of the long beard and oversized white robe he wore, the tiny, thin-faced medic’s diminutive size gave the impression he had some special unseen mystic powers. Stepping onto the platform, he imagined the medic tossing some magic dust into the air and chanting an ancient melody, while casting a fertility spell upon him.

But instead, the medic ran the little metal box he called an automated skin leveler across his body, from top to bottom. While reading the output, the medic held it over his face and groin a little longer than anywhere else. Then he punched something into a key pad and opened the top drawer of his desk.

Pulling out a cylindrical tube, 111 pressed it to the inside of his wrist and pulled the clip. The tube beeped as it discharged the contents. He felt the booster take effect almost immediately as the warmth flowed through him. It instantly picked him up, considerably. He was sore and exhausted from being on his feet for the last twelve and a half hours, but suddenly he felt a whole lot better. Even so, he was glad he would still have a few hours to eat something and rest before heading across the walkway into the engagement chambers.

The uptake booster was designed to slowly release the polymers into his blood, and thereby, maximize his sperm and potency and endurance over the entire seventy-two hour stretch. The drug would allow him to sleep for a little while and then take full effect in about four hours from now, keeping him completely awake and alert during the entire time he was with the handler. It definitely worked well since it was rare that he met a woman who could keep up with him.

He awoke to an awful sound that reminded him of an old fashion horn he once had heard coming from an antic car. Apparently, these horns were once used by everyone to announce their arrival even though most of the horns sounded exactly the same as every other horn. Like a lot of things, it didn’t make sense to him, not to mention, how annoying it would be to be constantly surrounded by these blaring identical personal announcements, that told you nothing.

He jumped to his feet, which instantly silenced the alarm. After using the water lift and spraying, he put on the robe and left.

He crossed the bridge, and paused to take in the cloudy view of the mostly gray sky and valley. He was told, this particular view of the valley faced northwest, which was usually gloomy.

When he got to the chambers, he looked around for a minute before locating the door with his number posted in large Roman symbols. “IV III VII.”

He paused for a moment before pressing the light that would automatically open, and then close and lock the door behind him for the next seventy-two hours. He waited for another second and took a deep breath before going in. This particular moment always made him nervous, knowing that there was still a small possibility that it wouldn’t be so bad.

Entering the room he instantly lost his breath at the sight of her walking toward him. Dropping to his knees, he cried aloud, “Oh my god, oh please Wendy!”

She brushed back her short, dark hair and quickly moved toward him. She was cupping something metallic in her hand and smiling, sardonically.

“I told you that you’d be mine, fucker”! She smiled wide, and took another step toward him as she unfastened the front of her bright purple dress.

“But first, there’s something else you can do while you’re down there-”