Hows your memory??? Have you ever noticed that politics plays well into being a liar and did you know that if you claim to live by a god or wear a cross, you are no different than those in politics…Liars…

Are all of them liars, no some are actually good and honest people who are in congress to work for you and me and then you got the christians and well, here we are….

For some reason today, started off good, pups all over me for few minutes upon getting up and then, a memory intruded where it shouldn’t have… My morning…

It goes back to Japan, outside Johnson AFB in that old Japanese housing… as seen here…

We got to Japan after my 14th birthday and Don, dad, had sent me a card for my birthday as we sat in California waiting on housing, saying we will celebrate your birthday after you get here…

The year before, I was beat to death by Don thanks to Fredas insanity and shortly after our arrival on Japan… Don would beat me again and this time…

All the siblings were aware, except the youngest sister, the lil bro wasn’t born till 77… This was 1968…

So if my siblings got 70% from the VA for PTSD, it wasn’t because they got beat…

It’s because they saw me beat to death in Texas and Don got locked up and lost a stripe and now, they are ALL witnessing Don beat me again into a stroke as Freda cheered him on and my other sister gloated with glee for the beating… (yea she is a child of god, so she says, I would call her something less attractive than crazy)…

So why the memory???

I looked down at my ankles this morning and saw I had a injury to the right inside of my ankle and it triggered the memory of the beating on Japan and the subsequent stroke and how cruel my sister Peg was and how hateful my mother Freda was and how mentally ill my dad Don was and most of all, how cowardly all of them were…

Blunt force trauma fractures all over my body at 5, spinal cord injury at 1 and near death at 8… All by Freda’s hands and the beathing at 13 and 14… All because of Freda…

Yea, christians are the rapist of the world… They try and micromanage every aspect of anyone’s lives but there own… Mental illness at it’s best…

I figure the way this is going, I will remember more about Japan or at least I hope too…

I still don’t remember Robin Ackley and she told me about 20 years ago after she found me on face book we were best friends and like with my brother Larry… I had no memory of her, but I had kept a high school picture of her for decades, always had hints, I just didn’t know it…

It would be totally amazing if I remember those years that I can’t seem to recall… Between the two brain bleeds at 14 and 17… I am amazed I remember who I am, well in actuality, maybe I don’t…

I remember…

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