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2004-11-03 - time to move again

I stopped when I saw her signs plastered all over the van.
�Robbed. Senior Citizen and dog. Need gas money. Any dollar will help.� There was already a kid standing there talking to her, and really, aside from a very slight intense look in her eyes, everything about her was in place. I pet her dog and the kid asked her who robbed them.

�Oh, which time? Because every time I get in my car, they try and rob me again. I�ve covered fourteen states and ended up here. They don�t want the information getting out that only I have.�

I thought if she was crazy, she really had conviction in what she was saying. The kid asked her what info. she had.

�Oh, all kinds of stuff about the gov�t. They used my house as a drug trafficking house. Cops! I�m a nice woman, I�m sixty. I�ve never been in trouble, I�m quiet � well, until now. I was a perfect target. That�s why I had to leave my own home with this guy, my dog. They poisoned him, too.�

I asked her who poisoned him.

�You�re asking questions, questions, just like they always do. You know how they got into my house? They went through the chimney.�

I looked at the kid�s shirt. It said �I�d rather my President screw the intern than the whole country.�

I figured maybe I could uncover what her deal was if I asked her another question.

�What�s your dog�s name?�

�A lot of questions you�re asking. You�re probably one of them.�

I was going to say �One of who?� but that was another question, and I already knew. So I only said

�What?!�

�Yeah I think you�re one of �em. Always asking questions. That�s what they do, after they rob you. I was in the library of all places, just getting ready to hit send, after typing in the final sentence about what they�re up to, and a female officer came right up to me. Female with a gun! She said �Don�t hit send, and get up out of that chair.� I said �Now?� She said 'Right now.' In the library!�

I knew if I asked another question she�d excommunicate me from the conversation so I gave her five bucks instead.

�That helps, I knew you couldn�t be one of them.�

She told the kid to flee when Martial law occurred. She told him to go to a bank or where there were a lot of people. (Because there are cameras, and at a bank, the cameras are safer. At Walmart, however, no one cares about those cameras)

�Safety in numbers. They�ll ruin your whole life, young man, just like they did mine.�

On the one hand, she did have some of her facts straight. On the other hand...

�No, fuck the draft, I�ll just go to Canada.�

�Listen to me, young man. What�s your name? Ok John. Are you listening? They are planning to draft all the eighteen year olds, you�ll completely lose your rights. Do you understand what Martial Law is? You�ll have nothing. You absolutely must read the patriot Act. How old are you?�

�Eighteen. Bush is the antichrist. I can�t believe that fucker got re elected a few hours ago.�

�Well he�s not the antichrist, but he�s close. John, you don�t know this, in fact no one does, but-�

- and then she looked back at me. Five bucks for her to finally ask me a direct question.

�Do you want to know the age group they�re recruiting next?�

I told her eighteen to twenty-six.

�How did you know that?�

A friend told me, I said. I should�ve charged her the five dollars back for all her questions.

�That�s right, but no one knows that. Who�s your friend? What does he know?�

�Ah, not much. It was a guess, probably.�

�Ok, you two. Now, somehow, I�m going to need to get to a computer ��

But then she got cut off by a loud siren. It was an ambulance. As it passed us, she nodded her head and threw her hands up.

�Yeah, yeah, what more do you guys want from me? I�m here, here I am. Now John, there�s power in numbers. Always remember that. Nice shirt, by the way. Very true, ha ha.�

I was about to tell them I was leaving, and then John handed her five bucks.

�Here. You should take this for you and the dog. He�s sweet. I have to get to an AA meeting.�

I asked him how long he was in the program.

�Three months.�

�That�s cool, I�m in too. Nice ninety day welcome you�re having tonight.�

�It�s ok, I like it.�

�Well good luck.�

�Thanks, you too.�

�Yeah, you two are the ones that need to be protected. Definitely. The program, the program. By the way, do you know who they last had to rob my van? Not to mention to try and kidnap me! I�m gonna kill the freakin� Asians. Women. Six of them, all - under � my - van. Dismantling the thing. Six. Little. Asian. Women. From underneath the van!�

I don�t know why they all have this in common, but they do. So I mentioned it to her, to be sure.

�Then, you know, there�s always the microchip.�

�Oh, you know about the microchip, do you. They tried unsuccessfully to implant that in my brain, but I fought it. I�m a fighter when it comes to this stuff. I do have a few microchip implants from before though. I do. It�s a lifelong fight.�

I pet the poor fluffy bastard one more time and shook the woman's hand.

�I was a handwriting analyst. The best in the world. Look me up. That�s when I had everything. I just need to get to a place where I can hit send on the computer. Safely. �

On the way home I wondered how far ten bucks would get her. I did look her up and she really was a handwriting analyst. She also does believe what she claims is true. She posted this on another site.

�On the move from the evil ones 2004-05-28 Am at a library on the move from stalkers. Have evidence and answers but am stalked every second by those most want to know the truth about. Am driving a burgundy & silver Ford Econoline. Currently in So. Cal, will head to AZ, can go anywhere but will need a security "escort." They are trying to "kidnap" me daily, in my van with evidence. Can use some help here. They destroyed my entire life as an honest handwriting expert and affected relationships, etc. Try leaving a msg with ____ _____ and pray he gets my email and we can communicate.�

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