#141 It’s Not About Me!!!

One thing Homer used to really like, before the dementia moved in, is how I went after the federal government 6 times without a lawyer 2 times for my social security and no lawyer and one time to get Homer’s SS before he was eligible… No lawyers… Why???

I can read… Can’t you read???

Trying to threaten me in anyway with the estate isn’t a legal challenge…

I am asking to be executor and I am asking the court to find out why the neice did what she did, after not filing to be trustee and in fact badger every heir, more than likely cause her mom who has a masters in mental health told her…

Play the heirs and keep them guessing and make sure no one has each others address or phone numbers…

And you know what, she did just that… Those early texts reflect that, neaner, neaner…

Bottom line…

The estate of Freda’s is about Freda and for some odd reason, her own daughter and granddaughter thinks that has zero value???

They believe it’s all about them and I am not the one that told them to do a joint checking account and I didn’t tell them to violate the POA on her health or steal her property and then swear it’s all thiers???!!!!

This court thing has nothing to do with anything but fraud and elder abuse…

According to the information Freda gave me, 3 of them are complicit in taking that $100K, the other two, with so much silence, it could go either way… Don thought they would…

Don thought all 5 of them would sell out their mother and maybe they all did… Only time will tell and that time runs out the 5th of August and I tell the judge, I stand by my filing and all the lawyer and neice have done is threaten or try and bribe me just like my brother did…

I can’t be bought… Why???

Because this isn’t about me, it’s about Freda…

So Billy boy lawyer, you want to threaten me…

I take serious offense to being treated like a crimminal and having my name rubbed in the manure these people are walking in…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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