Murdered in Cold Blood by the “Children” of God

Copyright © 2004

By Tom Blaise

I was murdered in cold blood by the multiple heinous verbal and physical atrocities committed against me from the time I was conceived. All my assailants claim to be righteous “children” of God.

Although I am considered a strapping six-foot tall senior Gentile man, I am a gentleman and I am human, and the human mind does not forget the cruelties inflicted by others.

The psychiatrists and psychologists to whom I was referred, both male and female, both Gentile and Jew, did additional irreparable damage, some merely by minimizing the pain I have suffered.

I, of necessity, sit alone in my metaphorical coffin.

Forgiveness means nothing. It’s just a word. Invariably, I have been punished for doing the honorable thing, the right thing. Invariably, my lying “God-fearing” assailants have demanded I offer apologies to them for merely defending my own honor and my name, after they assaulted me with their hands and assailed me with their words. By denying me a fair trail, I was metaphorically lynched.

One of the most heinous of heinous and cruel was the lying, vulgar female chosen chair of a psychology department where I as enrolled as a student. She further maligned me for reporting her vulgarities to the dean “of color,” who turned out to be not only as malicious as the chair, but by denying me a fair hearing, metaphorically lynched me.

Another one of the most heinous of heinous and cruel was the lying, vulgar library board member, who further maligned me, falsely claiming I had a “chip” on my shoulder and that I was “insane” for merely complaining about the malicious acts committed against me and the vulgar words spoken to me by the librarian.

Another one of the most heinous of heinous and cruel was the son of that lying, vulgar library board member, who was rewarded for his own well-honed skills in maligning my lady friend and me on Valentine’s Day with vulgarities, by being admitted to the bar, then appointed a city prosecutor and then a federal judge. Although they say he died of Lou Gehrig’s disease, I think he died of something else, like chronic voyeurism, complicated by Tourette’s syndrome.

Forgiveness has no meaning. I was murdered in cold blood some sixty-five years ago and my corpse and reputation have been continuously defiled by the same group of “goodly” people.

I read their glowing obituaries, some yet to come, about how they served mankind and God. I get so sick I want to throw up.

No, I don’t need any more chosen clergymen or chosen rabbis or any chosen imans to insist I repent for sins I have never committed.

No, I don’t need any more therapy. And I sure as hell don’t need any more prescriptions for psychotropic drugs [poisons] offered by insensitive, manipulative, and often vulgar talking psychiatrists and often suggested by their bedfellows, manipulative and often vulgar talking psychologists, all of whom are interested in only one thing, exploiting me, that they might possess a clear title to ocean front property in Malibu.