The black team tried to convince me that God exists and that a young obviously delusional social technician worker for Pathways was pregnant with my grandchild. That is absolute nonsense since Malaysia (? name spelling) is a biracial beautiful young person and according to her she is my child by sperm donation! Her birth mother is supposedly Tameka (? name spelling) a part-time social technician for Pathways Center and a full-time probation or parole officer for the Georgia state. I did not pay much attention to the ludicrous idea of me donating my sperm to a sperm bank. I have always believed my genome is too defective to have a child. I’d hate to have me as a parent even as a sperm donor. Tameka claimed to be the current wife of an old mentor of mine who taught at LaGrange College and I am almost certain her was an ex Lockheed A-12 Oxcart or Lockheed SR-71 Black Bird driver and hence a USAF/CIA spy. That mentor is none other than Dr. Kenneth Cooper who dumped me in my hours of greatest need in 1984 or 1985. I am certain that the CIA and thus the NSA/CSS had eyes and ears on me all my frigging life. I like former US Army Sergeants Hortense Lindsey or Kelly McFarland and James W. Henry, who are both honorable and heroic veterans. I also like Deputy Rodney Williams (? correct last name) who was bold enough to play football in frigid South Dakota. And who could forget L. J.?
On the other hand, the white team consisting of the primary actors: Mathew “Matt” Riding, Merry B., and Victor just tried to torture me into submission. Merry B. was fond of U.S. unconstitutionally force medicating me. Matt told me the truth that Malaysia was off her rocker for latching onto me as a birth parent. She is definitely Cooper’s mess to handle. Supposedly Brenda Moss part of the black or mixed team is somehow intertwined in this mess that has become my life.
I still love these fellow human beings especially Merry B.