This afternoon, I went to my mother’s house to do some work around the house for her. On my way, before I went, I picked up a check from a church, in Lawrence, Kansas, that I no longer attend services at, but clean. People there love me, but having an intelligence greater than everyone else is quite frustrating at even the best Christian churches. I walked out on them, because after a year or so of trying to get them to wise up, they still cannot handle their own hypocrisy when I speak.
I found a new church that I love, with people of intelligence of a higher caliber, with greater character, and who actually value the things I say. It makes me glad, because I hope to find my Wife soon. She is likely there.
And, this is how my day is going: good. I have quit cigarettes, alcohol, coffee, and these sorts of toxicants, and even other legal recreational and pharmaceutical drugs. It feels great. I’m getting ready to go visit my mom. I feel glad.
I have been giving her my checks, because since receiving Social Security Disability Income, she is my Representative Payee. It is frankly embarrassing, because I know damn well I can handle money myself without her Mammon dominatrix-ness, and I know she wants me to do that, too.
I am not able to use my own bank account, as in, go to the bank. She has to do all that for me, which was her idea to begin with, as far as being the Representative Payee. I have asked her several times to make my Social Security Disability Income in my name only, for years, but she refuses to do so, or did. I have to do that myself, now, since she has neglected that responsibility.
Anyways, again, I got paid for three weeks of work at a church I no longer attend services at, and only clean as their Custodian Janitor. Not a bad job. I took the check to my mom, earlier today, and before I began other yard tasks she needs done, I went to make a copy of it for records.
At the copier, I saw and retrieved a sheet of paper with information on it of what is called Bert Nash Community Mental Health Center’s Treatment and Recovery Center Advisory Group.
On the form, a group she adamantly believes in, are the same people who committed me to Osawatomie State Mental Hospital, like I am some stupid, crazy guy who deserves to be in a mental hospital.
No; no.
One of them is the former co-prosecuting Black psychiatrist—who assaulted my character in order to commit me longer while I was in the mental asylum, who accused me of being a racist after mentioning to her how people should not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character, as MLK Jr. said.
Her name is Dr. Dadson, and she has been promoted, *after she abused me*, to the Chief Medical Officer position at Bert Nash.
Hmmmm.
During all this fiasco-ness, in 2020 to 2021, I was an Official Candidate for Lawrence City Commission.
On 4/28/2021, I inferred and stated to the CEO of Bert Nash at a Douglas County Commission “Business” Meeting that his Mental Health Recovery Center, along with the Mental Health Co-Officers… are Gestapo!
In addition, I requested all my records from Bert Nash Community Mental Health Center and Heartland Community Health Center, that same week, and told them all that I was suing them.
I also wrote, on 4/28/2024 my own Cease & Desist Order for the Police “Co-Officers” at Bert Nash that work for the Lawrence Kansas Police Department. One of those Co-Officers resigned after I was committed. Yea!
Bert Nash lured me with a beautiful Crisis Management Lady named Rachel. Beautiful. “Smoking hot”. I later learned from Kate, a Mental Health Co-Providor in the LMH Health Psych Ward, that Rachel “didn’t want to do it.”
That means, Rachel didn’t want to commit me, but for some reason was used as a Judas goat to lock me away by others “above” her. Funny, because Rachel means “Ewe”. Look it up.
That was after the only reason they could verbally provide me for committing me was, “You’re a safety concern to yourself and others.”
Liars.
Like you, the reader, even care. No one ever does, anyway. I have to do everything myself.
Two days after I said that stuff to Bert Nash at the County Commission Meeting and filed my own Cease & Desist Order, it was 4/30/2021, and I was arrested.
A likely story.
I knew I was being discriminated against for my TBI disability rights with extreme prejudice, like I have known for thirty years since my traumatic brain injury on March 16, 1994.
You can’t fool me.
So, it felt really good to tell those satanic beasts at Bert Nash to terminate my services for violating my Americans with Disability Acts rights, and have them sign off on terminating their so-called services. I never needed them anyway, or their stinking medicine. Never took the shit. God is my medicine, and I only answered them with God logic for everything I said to them, while they tried to deceive me, like the “bastards” they are.
Looks like I have to endure to the end with my mother, and it’s going to be hard, but I have faith, after calming down for an hour or so since learning I am currently been betrayed by her like the evil, greedy dolt she is, or was. I feel the most betrayed I have felt in years, and I’m still fuming.
I was going to file a protection from abuse restraining order of some kind in order to get her to cease and desist, and abandon ship. But, now, I see how she is ready to begin defense of all disability rights against mental illness schemes.
The rogue criminals in our Municipal and County Government did the mental BS to me, too, but they know they f^cked with the wrong man. I have not been messed with once by the Police or Sheriff’s, since after, so they know I was right.
If only my mom can maintain faith of defense in all disability rights against mental illness usury.
She will.
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