We are a typical American family. And, living through this hell. It has torn us apart. We are by no stretch of the means rich in any way shape or form. For myself the perfect vessel for this type of corruption. My kids and i have grown apart. My wife and i have grown apart. I feel as if we all need some form of structure. The foundation we built ever so carefully is and has been torn apart. We are reputable people people socially in our area. We are a no bull zone kind of people. And for myself. I know alot of people. And they all could attest to what kind of a no bull. Kind of guy i am. But as i sit here in the rubble of a family and what was ever so carefully built. " A Family" I find myself with my legs crossed in fear of my genitals area being violated. And sitting on a stool. So my rectum does not get violated as well. Ive thought about wearing a motocross helmet for my head but the precision is to good and would not create enough resistance from the weapon itself. And id look silly walking around my house.This is a sad factor. Considering. Theyve scared my whole family. Its really a miracle weve made it this far. By far,this has been the hardest and worst year in my life. "Reform"? Thats a good question? As i sit here. I often wonder if there is going to be a reform? For one we are built on love. We as a family never needed much other than each other. And we are lucky that we have not seperated in our marriage. Although in areas. My name has been deformed. A scare placed ever so strategically. In a good place. A place that was well buffed and polished. And the no bull kind of guy i am. I sit here with a stain on my shirt persay now. I always as well was the peoples type of person. Minded my own business. And got along with the rest of the good people. I never would forsake anyone for a logical issue. That would not be an issue to misuse another human being. Talking about the most well known roads travelled. Its a shameful new life. And nothing but a nightmare of a home structure. A place you dont want to be anymore. But cannot get away from. They wont let you go without a beating. Usually or torture of sorts. Always a game of sherades. Never a dull moment. And the strategy is to costantly keep you guessing. Theres nothing more to life better than to see you go. And not beat on my familys home. And foremost beat on my body. We pay our taxes on time. We own this land and whats left of a house. But we for the last year. Dont even own ourselves anymore. "The Devil Himself, Moved In" So to say. Is there a safe harbor? Ive read about were desperate people digging holes in the ground, would try to get away from the torture. Some form of life huh? Is that life? Or man made hell on earth Hitler style?
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