is my belief that God put me here? I don’t know why I just said I have to be there. I have to see it. Admin searching for the right spiritual person to talk to you not somebody that just thinks they’ve read the Bible and they can tell me how it works, but somebody who has been through stuff. I’m sorry if that sounds but it’s just how I feel and what I need and what God I’ll find the right person to talk to. When God‘s ready for that. Anyway, I saw evil, but the real evil was the little guys that I thought were government. They’re probably in Geo‘s little twerps college, looking guys and none of these guys wanted anything to do with me because I’m 220 pounds I was about 215 then I was getting a little less flabby, they weren’t gonna call me a boomer or a fat ass and I don’t know if there was almost like I was invisible and I clearly wasn’t like them and I wasn’t in disguise or anything. But I’m always wearing black shirts and a blue T-shirt and a black hat so you know. In this video me and the big black dude ended up talking and agreeing that this guy had the right to say whatever he wants to say, and he shouldn’t be molested, and the black guy kept everybody else away from him. But these two guys they had balls of steel. It got crazy as the sun set every night.
I never could make it past like 10 or 11 o’clock though the real fun started at midnight. I saw it one time.
it’s almost amazing how people run from me how people turn from me and on me a few people have seen me for a little bit like on here some of you specifically Mark he gave me money couple times others of you too. I don’t want money but like I have the best nonprofit that I need help with and it’s a pretty great investment I think.
I’m posting this for my dad. For a while this place felt like a safe haven for him, but his brain injury also made it overwhelming. He’s always worn shirts – MAGA, “I Support Elon,” “I Identify as Vaccinated” – anything just to start conversations. That’s really what he wants, to talk to people and feel like he can help.
He feels the pain of people like him: brain injury survivors, disabled, homeless, mentally ill, addicted. Most of the time it’s just been him in a trailer or hotel room. When he called people and used awful words, it wasn’t to hurt them—it was trying to get them to see the pain their actions cause to the most vulnerable, not just him. He just wanted them to stop.
He’s never threatened anyone. But they’ve moved his case from OC to LA to SF, digging through his phone, and now his health is collapsing. We’re scared. We’re trying to get his Hope After Stroke dream going, but right now he needs a safe place to live and legal help from someone who ...
