CELLULITIS / MRSA

Because it continues to spread among people we know, here, again, are my recommendations for coping with MRSA. 

MRSA is one of the boil-causing staph bacteria turned into a highly-contagious, extremely-drug-resistant super bug capable of turning into a subcutaneous ("beneath-the-skin") infection in which it dissolves the flesh. The variety I had -- called the "Camden County Jail strain" by one epidemiologist -- has a 16% death rate. 

Health care professionals and writers are fond of repeating the tired old shibboleth, "Everybody carries MRSA somewhere on their body." But who cares!!! I wish they would stop saying that!!! 

The question is, Do you have an infectious and communicable MRSA / cellulitis  presence anywhere on your body? 

You should assume that you have an infectious and communicable presence of MRSA on your body if you or a member of the family living with you have boils, if you or a member of the family living with you have cellulitis, if you or a member of the family living with you have been diagnosed with MRSA, or if you or a member of the family living with you have to engage in special measures to keep from reinfecting yourself with MRSA and to keep from spreading it to others. 

If you are a MRSA carrier -- meaning you carry an infectious and communicable presence on your body -- you are carrying it in one or all of the following ways. 

Assume all. 

(1) In your boil or boils. 

(2) In your subcutaneously-infected flesh. 

(3) In a colonized area inside your body. 

(4) As an invisible sheath on your skin. 

(5) In your anus and in your defecation (your poop). 

(6) In your nostrils. 

Everybody in our society wants to pop pills to solve their problems. "Doctor, give me some pills to make my MRSA go away." But MRSA is different. Even if you stop the current infection, there is a good chance that you will carry it for years, and that you will repeatedly reinfect yourself and others, unless you do something about your infectious and communicable MRSA presence. 

MRSA is so hard to beat, and it is so communicable, that I believe that ultimately every human being will get it. It is really depressing, and it is very, very, very dangerous. 

So, learn about it. 

How did I get MRSA? My wife brought it home. Someone carrying it in his bowels went to the bathroom where she worked, did not wash his hands thoroughly enough afterwards, shook my wife's hand, and she scratched an itch, injecting herself. 

When she developed boils, we did not know that this meant that she was carrying a wildly communicable presence on her skin. Every time she sat on the toilet seat at home, she left an invisible sheath of MRSA bacteria behind on the toilet seat. Our sons, sitting on the toilet seat after her, all got it. 

For some reason -- probably because of natural resistance -- I got it last of all. 

It began as a giant boil "orbited" by a set of smaller "mini-boils" on the right cheek of my butt. They were extremely painful until they popped. When they popped they were extremely bloody -- MRSA is a "flesh-dissolving" bacterium. Antibiotics did not work well. 

Later, in subsequent reinfections, I got the disease on my fingers, twice on my scrotum, once in one of my testicles, on my arms, thighs, knees, neck and scalp. 

In one of my scrotum infections, it "turned cellulitic," and began to infect my entrails, and probably came within a day-or-so of killing me, except that the variety I carried was subject to the antibiotic Vancomycin. Not all are. 

The following are the measures we developed for dealing with MRSA in our house. They work. Learn them, and use them. 

(1) GETTING RID OF THE INFECTIOUS AND COMMUNICABLE PRESENCE ON YOUR SKIN AND IN YOUR NOSTRILS. In effect, we are talking about a numbers game, here. If you have an infectious and communicable MRSA presence on your skin, then showering once a day is not enough. 

Showering twice a day may not be enough. 

To get rid of MRSA, take a soapy shower three times a day -- early in the morning, in the evening after work, and at night just before bed. 

The logic is this. When you shower, the shower washes off about 90% of the bacteria on your body. NOT "all" of the bacteria "from 90% of your body," but rather "90% of the bacteria from all parts of your body." In other words, all parts of your body still have 10% of the infectious and communicable MRSA presence. In one day -- maybe even in less than one day -- the MRSA can fully repopulate your skin with an infectious and communicable MRSA presence. 

As you increase the number of showers per day, you decrease the post-shower percentage to such a low point that it takes longer than one day to regenerate an infectious and communicable MRSA presence. 

The effect of that is that every time you take one of your multiple daily showers, the infectious and communicable MRSA presence becomes smaller and smaller until it vanishes. 

You don't need some kind of "magical soap" to shower with. Some think that pHisohex prescribed by a doctor is necessary. It's not. Anti-bacterial soap isn't necessary. But, soap is. Ordinary, cheap Ivory Soap is fine. 

When you shower, use one of those shower heads on a hose, so that you can very thoroughly clean out "the dark places" -- you anal and crotch areas. 

Also, use the power setting on the shower head to fire lukewarm water up your nostrils. Do this with every shower. It will hurt, but you will get used to it. It will help to wipe-out the MRSA presence in your nose. 

(2) GETTING RID OF THE MRSA BACTERIA IN YOUR FLESH -- INFECTIONS AND COLONIES. One of the infectious disease specialists we consulted explained that MRSA has one great goal -- it wants to eat the iron in your hemoglobin in your blood. 

So, it occurred to me that I might be able to upset the MRSA's eating habits by oxygenating my blood. 

So, I began to walk one hour every morning and one hour every night, day-in and day-out, day after day. 

I walked at a forced-march rate -- 4 mph -- so that I was breathing heavily and so really oxygenating my blood. 

It worked! 

Within 24 hours, my giant MRSA boil began to vanish. 

Within I week, they were gone completely. 

Doing this every day for a year seemed to finally kill the colony in my testicular region. I could finally have unprotected sex with my wife without reinfecting her. 

Suppose the infected person is a baby, or disabled. How can they walk at 4 mph twice a day? They can't. So, I suggested hyperbaric (high pressure) oxygen to one doctor for his infant patient.

THE MRSA PRESENCE IN MY BOWELS. The infectious and communicable MRSA presence in my bowels was the biggest problem. Proving that it was still there is easy. If I skipped taking showers on a weekend, pretty soon I started getting this very sweet-smelling scent inside my underpants -- the MRSA odor. Clearly, MRSA from my anal aperture were repopulating the skin oil and sweat in my personal region. 

But then I remembered something I had heard in the hospital -- MRSA and other bacteria don't like a high (alkaline) pH. They want a low (acetic) pH environment. 

So, on a particular Friday, I got up at 6:00 a.m., and once every half-hour, on the half hour, I took one Tum, and washed it down with Metamucil in water (to keep things loose -- just Tums might have turned my bowels into hopelessly constipating "concrete.") By midnight, I had taken 37 Tums in one day! 

I got very, very, very sick. I was in agonizing pain all night. 

But, I believe that poisoning myself in this way eliminated the MRSA bacteria in my bowels -- I'm not getting the sweet smell in my undies anymore. 

OTHER MEASURES: THE TOILET. If you have that infectious and communicable MRSA presence, you are dangerous to your family. You could literally kill them. This is not an insignificant thing. 

And MRSA is most easily communicated via the toilet seat. The infectious and communicable MRSA presence on your skin, and breaking wind into the toilet, leave a terrible infectious and communicable MRSA presence behind of the toilet seat. If someone else sits on it after the infected person's use, they are going to get MRSA, guaranteed. 

So, adopt a rule in the house that if even one person has the infectious and communicable MRSA presence, EVERYBODY in the house has to clean the TOP AND BOTTOM of the toilet seat with any NON-AMMONIA cleaner BEFORE AND AFTER each toilet use. 

By such a rule, everybody is protected by two toilet cleanings between each use, and the potty seat stops becoming MRSA infection generator #1. 

OTHER MEASURES: THE WASH. The infected person should be given the job of washing and drying all of his own clothes and sheets and blankets in the washer and dryer. This is because his clothing becomes heavily infested with MRSA bacteria and bacterial spores. Just lifting them up and putting them down fills the ambient air with clouds of MRSA bacteria and spores. Let him or her breathe his or her own bacteria and spores. If anyone has at least some immunity, it will be that person, so he or she is the best candidate for doing the wash. 

OTHER MEASURES: SEX. In effect, MRSA is a venereal disease. Sex will communicate an infectious and communicable MRSA presence. 

Condoms won't help. The main problem is the MRSA on the skin and in the sexual sweat AROUND the penis and vagina, and condoms don't address that. 

If you don't want to give someone else MRSA via sex, get rid of the infectious and communicable MRSA presence, or don't have sex. Simple. You're stuck.

It It Possible That THE TITANNIC NEVER SANK?

One  of  the  submersibles visiting  the  Titannic  in  its  watery  grave  off  Newfoundland   was  directed  to  the  bow  to  photograph  the  monster  ship's  famous  name.  The  operators  of  the  submersible  were  greatly  confused  when,  instead  of  the  word  "TITANNIC"  welded  into  the  steel,  they  saw  "MP" ...

... the  fourth  and  fifth  letters  of  "O  L  Y  M  P  I  C,"  the  name  of  the  Titannic's  sister  ship,  where  letters  of  the  word  "Titannic"  had  corroded  and  fallen  off.

So,  what  was  this  all  about?

The  truth  appears  to  be  that  the  Titannic  never  sank  because  the  owners  of  the  Titannic  substituted-in  the  Olympic,  for  the  following  reasons.

Turn-of-the-century  "jillionaire"  J.P.  Morgan  and  a  few  other  investors  decided  to  contract  for  the  construction  of  three  (3)  nearly  identical  steamships,  the  Olympic,  the  Titannic  and  the  Britannic,  to  enlarge  their  fortunes  in  the  trans-Atlantic  steamship  business.   The  Olympic  was  completed  first.  However,  the  Olympic  suffered  an  accidental  collision  with  a  British  Navy  cruiser,  the  HMS  Hawke,  which  had  a  bow  carefully  designed  to  penetrate  and  sink  the  hulls  of  enemy  ships.   The  Hawke  cut-through  the  Olympic's  hull  at  two  places,  but  the  steamship  managed  to  avoid  sinking  and  to  limp  back  to  port  for  repairs.

British  Naval  authorities  whitewashed  the  Navy's  role  in  the  mishap,  declaring  the  disaster  to  be  100%  the  fault  of  the  owners  of  the  Olympic.  The  Olympic's  insurance  carrier  seized  on  the  finding  as  grounds  for  denying  any  insurance  payout.  Suddenly  the  steamship  company's  owners  were  faced  with  bankruptcy,  insofar  as  repairs  necessary  to  render  the  Olympic  seaworthy  for  more  than  a  voyage  or  two  were  not  possible  without  paying  for  a  total  rebuild  of  the  ship.

Except ...

Except  they  had  an  idea.  The  Titannic  was  nearing  completion  and  launch  from  the  dock  where  it  was  moored  in  Belfast.  The  owners  moored  Olympic  next  to  her,  and  switched  the  names  on  the  bows  --  and  all  of  the  other  indications  of  a  scam.  There  were  minor  differences  between  the  ships  which  they  could  not  change  --  some  port  holes  and  windows  were  different.   But  construction  crews  in  the  know  were  sworn  to  secrecy  on  pain  of  incarceration.   And  all  other  indications  that  the  ship  called  "Titannic"  was  really  the  Olympic  were  changed  out.

And  then,  on  the  day  of  her  maiden  voyage,  over  2,000  people  boarded  the  Olympic,  thinking  that  it  was  Titannic.

And  the  ship  was  later  rammed  into  an  iceberg,  so  that  over  1,500  drowned.

The  owners  collected  on  the  insurance  on  the  Titannic,  and  stayed  rich..   And  the  Titannic  sailed  the  seven  seas  for  the  next  two  decades.

HILLARY LOOKING FOR EVIDENCE FOR HER SECRET DOSSIER?

The  other  night,  I  heard  on  conservative  talk  radio  how  researchers  had  happened  on  evidence  that  former  first  lady  Hillary  Rodham  Clinton  and  the  DNC  had  paid  researchers  millions  of  dollars  to  dig  up  dirt  on  President  Trump.

Because  I  like  to  tease  Rise`  on  such  things,  I  went  to  her  and  said,  "Ah-HAH!  They  caught  Hillary  paying  to  develop  testimony  in  a  secret  dossier  on  Trump!"

"Oh,  yeah?"  she  answered.  "What  makes  it  'secret'?"

"Well,"  I  responded,  "the  Inquirer  called  it  a  'dossier,'  and  dossiers  aren't  'dossiers'  unless  they  are  secret,  or,  well,  files  aren't  'dossiers'  unless  they  are  secret,  or,  well,  secrets  aren't  'dossiers'  unless  they  are  files,  or  something  like  that.

"In  any  event,  I  tried  to  read  the  Inquirer  article  of  the  subject,  and  it's  impenetrable.  It's  completely  Byzantine.  Even  the  participants  won't  understand  what  they  did  wrong.  My  guess  is  that  someone  BAD  did  something  BAD  so  that  the  article  accuses  them  of  doing  BAD  things,  something  like  that.

"Secret  dossiers  have  to  be  read  and  worked  on  in  dark  basements  by  the  light  of  dirty  lanterns,  otherwise  they  stop  being  secret  dossiers.  That's  the  rule.  So,  I  imagine  that  that  is  what  Hillary  Rodham  Clinton  and  the  DNC  were  caught  doing.  DISGRACEFUL!  And,  in  any  event,  I  found  this  recording  of  what  appears  to  be   Hillary  Rodham  Clinton  lurking  in  the  dark,  doing  research  on  her  secret  dossier  on  President  Trump ..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViOmvnY2JTU


At  a  couple  of  points  the  "narrator"  sounds  like  he  is  yelling,  "HILLARY!  I  LOVE  YOU!"  Listen  carefully.

"ALIEN"-HAUNTED CANDIDATE FOR CONGRESS

As  many  readers  of  this  blog  know,  though  I  believe  in  UFOs,  I  don't  regard  them  as  alien  in  origin  --  there  are  no  aliens  --  but  rather  as  demonic  in  origin,  or  as  experimental  flying  by  operatives  of  a  super-secret  American  or  international  "black  helicopter"  UFO  program  developing  a  fleet  of  time-and-space  traveling  arks  designed  to  enable  a  privileged  few  to  escape  earth  and  search  for  better  quarters  for  our  species  before  society  collapses  into  total  environmental  chaos.

Recently,  a  national  blog,  The  Tribune,  aired  a  report  that  Florida  Congressional  candidate  Bettina  Rodriguez  Aguilera  is  standing  by  claims  that  she  was  abducted  by  "aliens"  a  few  times  as  a  child,  where  the  "aliens"  resembled  the  Rio  de  Janiero  Christ  the  Redeemer  statute  with  blonde  hair.  

http://www.tribtown.com/2017/10/16/us-florida-candidate-ufos/

Should  we  all  laugh  and  dismiss  her  claims  as  the  rants  of  a  kook?

Don't.

Probably,   "something  happened."  The  religious  content  of  her  experiences  suggests  that  she  had  some  kind  of  deceptive  demonic  UFO  experience  --  something  called  a  "familiarization"  experience,  geared  to  sucking-in  the  support  of  a  gullible  Catholic  kid.   The  people  of  the  black  helicopter  program  would  never  try  garbage  like  a  Jesus  imitation  or  be  capable  of  inducing  such  visions  (although  I  imagine  they  don't  regret  such  reports  --  they  make  all  UFO  experiencers  look  completely  goofy,  including  those  who  have  actually  witnessed  black  helicopter  program  demonstrations  with  program  time-and-space  machines).

The  fact  that  Bettina  Rodriguez  Aguilera  hangs  in  there  with  her  seemingly  crazy  story  convinces  me  that  she  is  a  simple,  good  woman  with  no  guile  who  can  be  trusted  to  care  for  her  constituents  as  any  other  good  person.  An  experiencer  who  hides  his  or  her  story  and  lets  his  or  her  truth-telling  opponent  "suffer  martyrdom"  in  the  media  is  a  coward  and  a  thief,  not  to  be  trusted.

Probably,   Ms.  Aguilera  was  targeted  by  demonic  forces  as  a  child  for  bizarre  contact,  to  acclimate  her  to  demonic  contact  for  the  sake  of   future  contact  by  them.  I  experienced  something  similar,  but  much  more  brutal,  when  I  was  young.  And  I  know  that  I'm  not  crazy.

UFOs AND THE PEOPLE OF THE BLACK HELICOPTERS

Early  in  this  blog,  I  discuss  the  1985  Magnolia,  New  Jersey  UFO,  which  wasn't  some  ambiguous  light  in  the  sky,  but  a  huge  egg-shaped  object  hovering  in  front  of  dozens  of  witnesses  for  a  good  half-hour  over  the  public  school  in  Magnolia  only  a  few  hundred  feet  up.

When  the  UFOs  are  like  that,  they  are,  in  my  opinion,  demonic  tulpas  engaging  in  antics  to  attract  our  attention  so  that  we  FOCUS  on  them,  where  human  focus  is  the  thing  which  keeps  them  "alive."

Something  happened  in  UFO-related  phenomenon  in  the  1930s  and  1940s   that  added  a  new  ingredient  to  the  stew.

Supposedly,   the  Nazis  constructed  an  amazing  time-and-space  travel  machine  called  DIE  GLOCKE,  where  "glocke"  translates  "bell,"  because  the  amazing  vehicle  was  bell-shaped.

The  vehicle  was  ju-u-u-u-ust  about  perfected  when  the  Nazis  surrendered.   Supposedly,  the  Nazis  spirited  the  thing  away  on  a  huge  submarine  to  South  America,  where  they  put  it  into  storage  as  a  bargaining  chip.

They  ultimately  brokered  an  "Operation  Paperclip"  type  of  deal  with  the  Americans,  sharing  the  technology  with  the  Americans  in  return  for  their  freedom.  The  Americans  were  so  delighted  at  their  good  luck  that  they  simply  incorporated  the  Nazis  into  the  OSS  and,  when  the  OSS  became  the  CIA,  into  that  agency.

Because  almost  all  CIA  efforts  were  directed  against  the  communist  bloc,  in  effect  the  Nazis  in  the  CIA  ended  up  being  key  personnel  in  the  CIA's  most  important  programs.

In  any  event,   the  story  continues  that  sometime  in  the  late  1940s,   after  the  CIA  had  reverse-engineered  the  Nazi  technology,  they  induced  a  CIA  volunteer  to  take  a  trip  in  Die  Glocke.   The  volunteer  flew  the  device  out  of  the  1940s  and  crash-landed  in  Kecksberg,  Pennsylvania  in  1965,  traveling  15  years  and  a  thousand-or-so  miles  in   the  twinkling  of  an  eye,  in  the  process. 

Hundreds  of  Kecksberg  residents  closed-in  on  the  crash  site  and  saw  the  bell-shaped  device,  before  the  military,  which  had  been  waiting  for  one-and-a-half  decades  for  proof  that  the  device  worked,  swooped-in,   stole-away  with  the  vehicle  and  pilot,  and  denied  that  anything  had  crash-landed.  Kecksberg  residents,  enraged  at  military  denials  of  everything,   constructed  a  scale  model  and  put  it  on  prominent  display  in  Kecksberg.  

The  scale  model  of  Die  Glocke  in  Kecksberg,  Pennsylvania.

The  script  on  the  sides  would  be  mystical  script

inscribed  by  the  Nazi  SS  on  the  original,  reproduced  as  accurately  as  the  witnesses  to  the  crash  could  manage.

A  reporter  on  the  story  of  Die  Glocke  was  supposedly  murdered  a  few  years  later  before  he  could  broadcast  his  account.

The  bottom  line  logic,  at  this  point,  is  that  once  the  military  and  government  intelligence    proved  to  itself  that  the  technology  worked,  at  enormous  expense  they  are  constructing  a  fleet  of  UFOs  as  a  kind  of   a  group  of  arks  to  escape  Earth  and  its  rotting  environment,  so  that  a  chosen  few  can  escape  to  other  worlds    before  global  warming  flooding  causes  mass  social  chaos  on  the  planet.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lne552eg2k8

The  operators  of  the  UFO  ark  program  are  the  ones  I  refer  to  as  the  "black  helicopter  people,"  because  they  are  frequently  seen  to  transport  program  operators  from  point  A  to  point  B  in  unmarked  helicopters,  mostly  out  West.  The  UFOs  seen  in  their  vicinity  are  generally  triangular  in  shape,  which  would  imply  that  that  was  how  Die  Glocke  was  morphed  to  serve  present-day  needs.

PAYING CHILD SUPPORT

JUDGE,  AFTER  A  LONG  CHILD  SUPPORT  HEARING:  After  careful  consideration  on  the  evidence  in  this  case,  I'm  paying  $800  per  months  toward  the  support  of  the  child  in  this  case.

THE  DEFENDANT  FATHER:  Judge,  that  sounds  fair  to  me.   I'll  toss  in  a  few  dollars  myself  every  couple  of  months,  too.

ASKING PEOPLE TO TURN THE OTHER CHEEK

Most  of  the  participants  here  are  still  alive,  so  all  names  have  been  changed,  to  "protect  the  guilty."

Councilman  Rob  Smith  had  a  schizophrenic  wife.  She  was  on  medication,  which  helped  90%.  The  unmedicated  10%  was  the  problem.  It  emerged  as  bad  judgment  and  extreme  temper  and  demands.

One  day  Mrs.  Smith  saw  Maria,  her  next  door  neighbor,  carefully  trimming  the  hedge  between  their  back  yards,  and  she  flew  into  a  rage  and  complained  to  her  husband,  the  Councilman.  Her  husband  the  Councilman  worked  for  a  local  pest  controller  firm.  When  his  wife  demanded  that  he  put  a  stop  to  the  outrage  next  door,  he  lost  touch  with  good  judgement,  picked  up  on  her  extreme  rage,  ran  out  to  his  truck,  grabbed  a  tank  of  pesticide,  ran  through  the  house,  crept  into  the  back  yard  while  Maria  went  inside  for  a  break,  and  hid  behind  the  hedge.  When  Maria  came  out  and  resumed  cutting,  he  jumped  up  and  said,  "GOTCHA!"  and  sprayed  pesticide  in  her  face.

Maria  fell  to  the  ground,  sick  and  coughing.  Her  husband  Michael  came  out,  deduced  all  that  had  occurred,  and  called  an  ambulance.

Michael  also  called  me,  the  family  attorney.  When  Rob  saw  me  come  into  Michael  and  Maria's  backyard,  he  bragged  about  how  he  had  sprayed  Maria  in  the  face  with  poison  for  the  outrageous  act  of  cutting  a  border  hedge!

I  said,  "Rob,   you  don't  understand.  If  Maria  is  still  in  the  hospital  tomorrow  without  a  clean  bill  of  health,  police  are  coming  to  your  house  tomorrow  to  cuff  you,  take  you  in,  charge  you  and  set  bail.  You  responded  to  perceived  aggression  against  hedges  with  a  hedge  trimmer  by  attempted  POISONING.  That's  crazy,  and  it  will  certainly  earn  you  time  in  prison.

"If,  on  the  other  hand,  Maria  is  fine  tomorrow,  they've  agreed,  in  that  case,  since  you  are  neighbors,  to  let  the  matter  drop."

Maria  did  return  home  the  next  day  with  a  clean  bill  of  health.  As  far  as  Maria  and  Michael  were  concerned,  the  matter  was  over.

But  Councilman  Rob  and  his  wife  remained  angry  instead  of  counting  their  blessings!

One  day,   Michael  was  coming  home  from  work  as  a  contractor.   The  driver  side  rear  view  mirror  of  his  truck  happened  to  be  at  exactly  the  same  height  above  the  ground  as  Councilman  Rob's  van's  mirror.  So,  as  Michael  drove  his  truck  home,  Councilman  Rob's  wife  pulled  away  from  her  house  in  the  van,  and  her  van's  mirror  kissed  Michael's  truck's  mirror,  with  injury  to  neither  vehicle.

For  Councilman  Rob's  wife,  the  touching  of  mirrors  was,  as  far  as  she  was  concerned,  an  extremely  offensive  intentional  act.  Councilman  Rob,  intent  on  justifying  his  wife's  extreme  anger,   secretly  went  to  another  neighbor,  Rick,  and  asked  him  to  punch  Michael  in  the  morning  before  he  left  for  work.

While  the  neighbor  Rick  hid  behind  some  bushes  at  about  5:00  a.m.  the  following  morning,  Michael  came  out  with  his  usual  styro  cup  of  piping  hot  coffee  and  walked  toward  his  truck.

The  neighbor  sprang  up  from  behind  the  bushes,  ran  over  to  Michael,  and  punched  him  hard  in  the  belly  through  the  coffee  cup.  The  hot  coffee  shot  up  and  squirted  Michael  in  the  face  before  he  fell  to  the  street.

Michael's  wife  Maria  had  been  watching  through  the  front  storm  door  and  seen  everything.  She  and  Michael  called  me  at  6:00  a.m.,  and  I  told  them  to  call  police  and  file  an  assault  charge  against  the  neighbor  who  punched  Michael.  Only  later  did  the  neighbor,  Rick,   confess  that  Councilman  Rob  put  him  up  to  it,  for  allowing  car  mirrors  to  touch.

Michael  and  Maria  had  had  it  up  to  their  eyeballs  with  Councilman  Rob  and  his  wife.   They  had  me  add  a  conspiracy  charge  against  Councilman  Rob.

The  case  was  switched  to  a  neighboring  town  because  of  the  charge  against  a  local  councilman.  It  was  night  court.  I  warned  Michael  and  Maria  that  trials  are  scheduled  last  in  night  court,  and  that  our  case  would  be  one  of  the  last  cases  heard,  due  to  its  spectacular  nature.  The  presence  of  the  media  in  the  courtroom  made  this  even  more  certain.

By  2:00  a.m.,  our  case  still  had  not  been  heard.  I  made  a  suggestion  to  Michael  and  Maria:  Turn  the  other  cheek,  by  announcing  in  open  court  that  they  were  going  to  buy  $200  worth  of  groceries  for  Councilman  Rob  and  his  wife,  as  a  sign  of  forgiveness,  and  dropping  all  charges  "without  prejudice,"  meaning  future  charges  against  them  would  permit  a  reopening  of  the  case.

Michael  and  Maria  looked  at  me  with  astonishment  and  offense,  asked  me  if  I  "was  kidding,"  and  dug  in  their  heels.

By  3:00  a.m.,  the  case  had  still  not  been  heard.  The  prosecutor  suggested  a  dismissal  without  prejudice.  I  suspected  that  the  delay  was  "political"  --  the  case  was  intentionally  held  in  abeyance  to  grind  Michael  and  Maria  down,  to  get  them  to  agree  to  the  dismissal  without  prejudice  rather  than  go  to  trial.  Michael  and  Maria  were  so  disgusted  at  3:00  a.m.  that  they  consented  and  went  home.

The  hatred  boiled  in  their  neighborhood  for  years.

Until  about  10  years  later,  when  something  very  surprising  occurred.

Michael  caught  cancer,  and  he  decided  to  die  at  home.  As  he  lay  in  his  deathbed,  he  asked  for  Councilman  Rob  and  Rick.  Councilman  Rob  and  his  wife  had  moved  away  years  before,  and  were  nowhere  to  be  found.  Rick  came.  Michael  said,  "Tell  Pete  he  was  right.  I  should  have  forgiven  you  years  ago.  I  forgive  you  now.  I  hope  that  you  forgive  me."

And  he  died  shortly  thereafter.