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This week y'all. My CashAp and Chime bank accounts were mysteriously shut down. Without any warnings or explanations. You see. Everything in our lives in the "United" States of America is attached to our social security numbers. And these numbers are in every computer and database controlling our very existence in this world. Based on everything I'm doing here on LinkedIn y'all, it's clear I'm getting closer to my success as an entertainer. I've been watching the news networks in Michigan, politicians in Michigan and others involved in trapping me in homelessness looking at my profile. And the worst thing any of them could ever have happen, is for me to become a success. The very successful person I've been explaining to them I'm going to be all along. Because then I'll tell on them and people will finally believe what I'm saying. So they try to do passive aggressive bullshit like close my bank accounts to throw me off my game. They've been doing such childish things all along. And all of you pay taxes so such behaviors can occur. But this time y'all. This time their idiotic behaviors aren't going to work. Because now I'm finally strong enough to overcome their passive aggressive and childish bullshit. This time. I'm gonna succeed at being a star.

When you stop being afraid of them. This is when the real bad guys (and gals) become deathly afraid of you. And then they begin making even more and bigger mistakes as a result.

Recovery y'all. It's not about abstinence or prohibition from a substance. It's about coming to a peaceful understanding of the truth. Recovery is ultimately about learning self control. My substance has always been sugary soda. Pop as it is called in Michigan. Yesterday, I stumbled upon a free sip club membership from a chain restaurant. So I now have my booze, my heroin, my meth, my anti depressants, my whatever readily available to me. And I'm using it. But I'm not abusing it. I even got a glass of water today instead of grabbing for some sugary soda. I'm very proud of the progress and momentum I've been accomplishing along my path of freedom, enlightenment and recovery. There was a point during these last four years. It was when I finally understood I was going to survive all of this. That I was going to live through the massive lies that are being used against me. It was only within the last year that these moments of hope began happening. It was then that I was able to begin feeling the positive physical sensations of hope and joy. And now y'all. Now those feelings are coming much more frequently and they are much more intense, in a good way, when they come.

It's extremely hard to shake a negative label y'all. And I'm not just referring to how others react to you. I'm mostly talking about how those of us labeled bad react to ourselves. When my first ex-wife and mother of my sons purposely and wrongly accused me of child abuse. And when her attorney and the judges, again knowingly, went along with it all. I couldn't shake that internally y'all. That deputy from the Livingston County, MI Sheriff's Department - the guy who used to be my best friend from childhood. He was always telling me to stop believing what they were all saying about me. He kept telling me I wasn't that person, so I should stop thinking I was. My, then buddy, told me he knew me and he knew I didn't do anything I was accused of. For many reasons. 1. I wasn't charged criminally for being a child abuser 2. He's been in rooms with kids and their abusers. He told me the kids cower in the opposite corner of their abusers. Not run to them in excitement and give them huge hugs. 3. He told me that most importantly he knew me. He knows who I am. And he knew that wasn't who I am. Now the Livingston County, MI courts have piled more lies on top of me. All because I wouldn't stop begging them to stop doing all this to me. I have struggled very hard to overcome all this additional crap being said about me. But I'm getting better at it. And now my former buddy knows exactly how I feel. Because that horrible legal system in Livingston County, MI has done the same thing to him. Brainwashing his daughter, my goddaughter, with actual training from the Sheriff's Department. Teaching his then 11 year old daughter all the things they were taught about choking. Coaching her to say her dad choked her. And her "uncle", Anthony's brother in law and reporting officer is who taught it to her and helped brainwash her. And I know he didn't do that. I do for all the same reasons he knew that I didn't.

I need to get a message to someone. I no longer have his contact information and I have no one left in my life who would help me get it. He's a deputy in the Livingston County, MI Sheriff's Department. He was my best friend from childhood. I need him to understand that I no longer blame him for any decisions he's made. We are both victims of an extremely violent political environment. Could someone please let my friend know that I understand why he's made the decisions he's made. That I respect and admire those decisions. We all walk a different path in life. He and I both have done our best to walk the fine line of doing what is right and doing what is best for our children. I lost my children. But could someone please tell him that wasn't his fault. He's a damn good cop in a department where that isn't allowed to happen. He too is one helluva a strong man. I just need him to know that I know this too. No one should have to go through what I've gone through.

Here is the Pitch Deck for this movie.

I'm an actual wanted outlaw who's bringing the next Rock Revolution through Outlaw Country Music y'all. I couldn't buy a marketing trick like this. And it's all thanks to political idiots in the State of Michigan.

Peace. Love. Rock n Roll.

Keep rockin Team Respectful Rebel! We've got this! Peace. Love. Rock Roll.

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