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If I were lying, I'd be in jail for the following statement.
One time the government gave me a different name to use.
Having been beaten in broad daylight in my
own office in Rochester NY (while a henchman stood at the door), a
gun was produced and my life threatened, but that's not the topic here,
the aforementioned is stated because it's the premise for my
having fled New York and having ended up in Kennesaw Georgia.
By the time I arrived in Georgia, I was tapped. The traverse was
actually like a big "C" on the map, so I left NY went South-West as far
as Nevada and then backtracked to Georgia taking the southern route.
Shortly after having arrived and having tired of the "Boy you better get
that thing taken care of, you hear?", and "Boy, An out-of-State
license and out-of-state license plate on your truck are reason for our
stopping you today", and "What brings you down here all the way
from New York, anyway?", it was "decided" that paying off the driver's
license mafia was better than dealing with their road henchmen, and
would be a first step into blending in to obtain some semblance of
As a side note: I never understood that super-myopia mentality of
the "South will rise again". Seriously, the south was like
that...one time a contractor stopped all his subcontractor
workers, held up his arms and shouted to all the workers that "the
yankee mason has arrived". That might
be normal behavior if I were late for a job, but I wasn't.
This was the pre-agreed upon time for an estimate only, and I'm certain
that my arrival was early and never was I known to be late. It was
as if everybody was hating me in Georgia...the southern whites hated me
because I was a "yankee", the blacks hated me because I was white, and
the Mexicans for pretty much the same reason (but Mexicans were the most
tolerable haters, and ended up later becoming my best employees).
I'll admit, when first arriving in Georgia, I had an awful New York
accent, and maybe a delusional personality to go with it (which is
normal behavior in New York, but now I was completely in foreign
My accent may not have made a good impression, however my handwriting is
pretty much standard the nation-over, and could not conceivably be
the cause of the Georgia Driver's License Bureau for having sent me a
license with an "S" at the end of my last name. Now I was
Kenny Hendricks! It was no picnic, mind you. At first
it was bloody hell. Try to get a bank account or a job with a
social security card with one name and a license and job id with
another....no check-casher will touch you which invariably meant giving
or sending the check to someone else for a loss of a fee! Also I
had to learn to say my new name because the times I didn't, would cause
me to be denied when applying for credit and anything else
money-related, or that required more than one form of i.d.
Of course we will not let our mind's be besmirched by pondering if the
state ought to be liable for their faults, just as everybody else is
liable when we make an error. I tell you no lie when I state
it was hell trying to feed myself because of the State's
error. Consider this scenario: You have a check that
cannot be cashed because it has a name that is not yours (but it's your
check because you worked for it).
Thank God for Millionaire Gene Griffin! A true southerner
that didn't openly hate me. I called him Bank
Gene (at first), and later he became Investor
...anyway, so I was upset that people were so damn simple in
accomplishing the arduous task of typing the correct name into a
computer to successfully print out a license and mail it to me. I
mean, if we fail at that, where do you go from there?
Little did I know, that the state-sponsored error was going to become
the most successful moment of my life. But initially I felt
indignant because money was tight. I decided to call and
find out how to correct the error (state records will reflect that I
called within minutes of opening the delivered mail the same day that
the United States Postal Service delivered the Georgia License to me),
and upon informing the female agent over the phone of the problem, I was
offered two avenues :
1.) Return to get re-evaluated with new photo, finger print, etc. (and
to my recollection this would be at MY cost),
or door number two, which was
2.) Keep the flawed license and correct the renewed license when the
next renewal came around (I don't remember the exact number of years the
Georgia license was good for back then).
Either way though, I was the victim that would be losing money, time,
life and liberty (LOL) to remedy somebody else's error.
The need to stay gainfully employed left me displaying option Two when
requested, and that's where it all started.
I was somebody else.
I cannot even begin to describe to you how fast things moved after
learning to say my new name. One day I was putting in
foundations and veneers and scrounging for contracts, and the next I was
doing government and Fortune 500 Company contracts gaining high security
clearance to obtain my own contract with Georgia's Lottery-producing
Department (which by the way, possess one phenomenal security
system....you people who "play" or tithe to the lotteries actually pay
for it though).
I went on to conclude contracts for three water treatment plants, two in
Georgia and one in Tennessee, and concluded contracts with TJ Maxx,
General Mills, Fluor Corporation's TVA, strip centers and tracts, and
even Georgia's largest historically renowned Cathedral of St. Phillip,
and much more.
Later in life I would learn from the FBI that they had presumed me dead
(implying the hunt was off for a spell).
But the heyday ended when my old name became my new name again.....
I should stop here to give a sincere shout-out to my friend and
initial investor, my friend and blessing, Old Man Gene
Griffin! This millionaire had a down-to-earth
heart. I met him at a motel where he was playing cards with
the attendant and his girlfriend (later wife). Without him,
not much of the successes would have been probable.
Gene had a contract with the Air Force Base.
An entire hangar was at his disposal and he extended that to me,
allowed me to use it cheaply (cheaper than any storage spot would have
otherwise charged me. In fact, he initially wanted to let me use
it for free but I don't generally do business that way if I can help it,
free usually implies a catch and certainly denotes an owed favor or
Within days of having met Mr. Griffin, he purchased a truck for
me. I of course paid back with an unexpected or unrequested
interest amount to boot. He was definitely worth more to me.
I tried to plant good bridges as best I could back then. I
was an outsider and needed good friends and associations as there were
no family or friends to fall back on.
The air-force hangar was extremely huge. I've worked at an
airline before, this wasn't your average hangar. Railroad
tracks in the ceiling for some crane stuff and empty, I was moved
my scaffold, a mixer and some other equipment to the rear-left corner of
the humongous building.
The next day I was shocked to find that it was filled with trucks and
cars, mostly damaged. And a day later a bunch of
foreign-speaking men were armed with cut-off saws and saw-saws and
torches and tow motors and wooden crates and more ....it was an
impressive operation! Gene even invited me down a few times
to somewhere in Central America....possibly Costa Rica.
Cars and Trucks were disappearing as fast as they were chopped to size
and fitted into wooden crates.
I feared that Mr. Griffin, who so kindly financed the first professional
work truck I had ever owned, was either doing something illegal or was a
genius. I couldn't resist, so I asked him. As it
turned out, Gene also owned a truck body shop and a junkyard of his own
too! Gene was an amazing man with amazing stories from all
While my name was changed, I even worked on the talking house of the
POSTMASTER GENERAL of the whole United States! His house
talked, back then it was not common to have doors and refrigerators
talking to you.
Suddenly I was being offered property by contractors in recompense for
filling their requests. And once someone important in an airline,
that I can't remember his title at this moment, offered an all-expense
paid flight and domicile in Hawaii if I installed some masonry
there. I was in demand and couldn't do all the work so the
prices were made higher so less people would call for me. It
was the heyday. But it didn't last long, a few years, maybe
* Note: I will not elaborate upon the Database, a new technology that I
figured out all by myself, which enabled me to fax at a press of a
button everybody in any zip code automatically regardless of whether or
not their number was listed (or even known by anybody else).
Once per month I simply designed a flyer and hit the magic button to
knock on the doors of hundreds overnight.
Soon afterward, about the year 2000 or just prior, the government passed
a new law that "unsolicited calling" is a crime (regardless of the
nature in which the call was made).
The renewal of "my" license, another difficult time,.
Then the surreal:The black cloud was back.
Enter John Aghajanian, rich David, the private Yacht club,
and the tumble from goodness.
(will write more later)
This section concerns a murder that hadn't anything to do with me. I
was young when this happened, maybe 20ish. The murder happened in a
public area on a well-traveled street in daylight with plenty of people
around (I believe it was called Monroe Avenue or maybe it changes name
when it gets into the city....would have to look at a map to make
certain). But when I attempted to relate to the "good guys" that
arrived on scene as to exactly what had occurred, I was profiled,
accosted, handled roughly, and ultimately slammed against a parked car in
front of a bar of onlookers (Defensive Note: I don't drink so the
placement of a bar between the path to the mini mart was
happenstance. And for the record no, I was not in the bar before,
during or after the incident. And no, the bar hasn't anything to do
with the murder).
The "good guys" charged and jailed me using that catch-all window, I
believe it was again "Disorderly conduct", because the officer thought I
said "what a diclC" as I obeyed his undignified command and was walking
away from him.
After my release I visited the pub hoping to find some of the people that
had seen what happened to me, but even of those that saw the incident,
declined to give me their name or number. The bar tender also
declined to be a witness; in New York this is to be expected (unless
the state demands them to be a witness for the state, that is).
Via Bait-and-Switch "education" system indoctrinated me to believe there
were checks and balances, so I filed with the Internal Affairs
against the officers that did that to me. Supposedly they were
recording the meeting. We all know the script, months later, the
case was summarily dismissed.
It's what they do.
It's for the show that shows no recompense for the greater damage upon the
It was the beginning of the realization that profit is the deciding factor
as to whether ethics, fairness, or any semblance of goodness become
variable or viable to those over us. We "learned" these tenets from
only one primary source, it was the schools via Federally mandated
Curriculum financed by big business in what business wanted in the worker
Synopsis: In Denver I learned that the State of Ohio had suspended
my license for not paying extortion to them for "damages" incurred on the
roadway. After each of us drivers were issued summonses....it was
either continue to the plane in Denver or wait a few weeks for the Court
date in Ohio.
Welcome Back.....Even the chanting of the Customs Officials to their
beagles (or whatever those things were), as they ordered the dogs (good
god, even the dogs are manipulated here): "Find it, Find it"!~, the Agents
So after the dogs and their captors were done spreading good will from
around my bags, a few weeks later I found that the road scammer and the
State of Ohio held court without my presence. The US
Government can show that I was in the Netherlands when they held court
without my presence and could very easily verify when I left the States.
Yet Ohio frothingly award the claimant-scammer thousands of dollars
for "damages". Later the Judge would also suspend my license for
refusing to pay.
It all sounds reasonable until you learn the rest of the story, such as:
Despite the police report having clearly stated: "No
Damages, No Injuries
", the scammer submitted to the court
photos of the entire quarter fender and bumper off his car and that was
enough for the judge, apparently the judge never bothered to wonder why a
police officer of the state of Ohio would lie on the scene claiming "No
Damages, No Injuries" (but to date, this crooked way of doing business
appears to be par for the course in Ohio See, another Ohio
So rather than pay the extortion and finance bad business, I
quit driving (more than a decade now). I'm told I can get a
"license" to travel again since so many years have passed, but after
weighing in my mind the amount of food stolen from the table of life in
just having to pay all that goes into a vehicle... I'm adjusted now (keep
your cars, I'll ride a bike or something).
Ooops, sorry, this one got way off course...I lost the topic matter, which
(note to self: start with the Continental hotel and one-day
acquaintance that was blasted away by organized example-setters *because
it's already been established on one of the other pages). Enter
Denver, Aspen, and Vale
I do, however want to mention something to contrast our taught
programming. In the Netherlands, If you get your wife pregnant, the
government PAYS the father or mother to stay home for two years during the
crucial developmental years of the child (that's a government that cares
about the quality of its citizenry, in my opinion). In fact, since
they legalized drugs and gambling (and even prostitution), the crime-rate
actually fell to less than 2% !!! Having taken the dictates of
what one human can and cannot do with his or her own money or body
apparently worked for the good of the citizenry over there (and their
It's really surprising to me that I never hear people saying that the
Netherlands is the model nation of the planet. The country is not
hated by any other country (because the Netherlands doesn't have a history
of repeated meddling in the affairs of its neighbors), and the Netherlands
does not push its ways upon any other country (as opposed to this present
ongoing/never-ending war we are in...about 20 years after "mission
While in the Netherlands I applied for a "sophie" number which is the
equivalent to our social security number. The place was awesome
without thugs or a thuggish polity's police force. I was blown
away with the diverse cultures there, but more-so with how genuinely good
the people were. As an example, when I showed up at Schipold
Airport, I sat down to rest at the railway station, but accidentally left
one of the most important bags. I instantly found myself
without money, passport, everything important! I ended up at
moustafa's hotel (motel?) because it was affordable for the converted
dollars to Guilders that remained in my front pocket. At
about 2am an officer knocked on my door which really surprised me because
I had earlier tried to find one of those (police aren't at every corner,
like here). He asked politely my name and I told
him. He asked whether I lost something and I stated I
did. He then produced my bag and my wallet. The wallet still
had the cash in it!!! The officer stated that a man found the
bag unattended at the rail station and turned it in ';-) I
instantly fell in love with the country when the next day I noticed
something on their streets, there were no sirens or police looking for
prey, there appeared no homeless, there wasn't anyone asking me for money
or calling me names because of the color of my skin, their form of "bums"
were actually giving something (of the VERY few I saw, none were
begging....not one!). I saw a cute girl on one of the myriad of
stone bridges there...she was playing a stringed instrument and singing
and I sat some distance watching and admiring the beautiful music she
made.....then I saw a man drop a coin between her crossed legs....I
immediately was surprised because I didn't know she was a bum! Then
another time on the main drag there (same road as moustafa's), I was
walking and noticing that everyone was better dressed than I was....I felt
kind of dirty having just walked by a gold statue right in the middle of
the sidewalk. Beginning to debate whether or not I even had any
nicer clothes to blend in better with, suddenly their were shrieks from
kids and parents behind me! Holy crap that statue MOVED IT'S EYES!
And I saw one of the parent's toss a coin toward the person who
painted a box and every inch of his clothes and self with gold, another
bum....in all the time I was there only 4 or 5 were seen (and I went
everywhere, I was on trains, ferries, trams, horse and buggy, a passenger
bike, walking, and of course bus). Our dollar was worth 3 times
more than the guilder (their dollar at the time), nowadays our value is
1/3rd of their new currency (Euro) which makes the place no longer
affordable since our dollar is so depreciated.
Also in the Netherlands, one would almost have to kill somebody to end up
in jail or prison (whereas in America, the "lawmakers" have created such a
myriad of conflicting and entrapping laws against its citizenry that
ANYBODY can conceivably be found guilty of something), but if you did end
up in a jail or prison over there, the government actually allows regular
conjugal visits, which when you think about it further:
A.) Keeps the marital ties close
B.) Eliminates Stress and undue anxiety within the system of reform
C.) Diminishes gay rape
D.) Conforms with biblical standards, "It is not good for man to be alone"
In contrast, the U.S. jailers torture, sometimes subjecting their inmates
to extreme cold, other times taking all clothing leaving the inmate naked
in a concrete box for weeks at a time, even refusing to feed for failure
to conform to institutional-ism, and other sick tactics appear to be
the only extracurricular for this nation's employees. They
even removed HEOP (higher education opportunity programs) from the U.S.
prisons, ensuring a predictable cash-cow for those that make the laws to
re-profit from the controlled test population over and over
again. Without education, recidivism ensures that the poor and
unlawful are left with no hope, akin to sweeping dirt under a rug, it's
not seen but sure to re-emerge dirtier than when initially confined.
If the government still allows you to travel, trust me ... visit the
Netherlands (and then bother to notice the stark contrast when returning
This story leads to a murder but will elaborate when I find time. In
short, if you can escape and can afford it, Do Bother to Visit
Holland....and rather than feed the monopoly hotels that have begun to
infiltrate, consider staying at a hostel for a couple of
weeks. You'll see, the fears we have to live with here (about
leaving our property and bags around others) is totally unfounded in the
Netherlands. I would be proud to pay taxes in the Netherlands
and to become a citizen there. Amen body
Synopsis: Burned alive but now not even the police want
me. This one can be read in the San Diego News. Motel 6 2nd
Street (if my memory serves correct)...I was met by a well-dressed agent
and given a key to a room.