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Chapter I
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Lets, start from the beginning.
September, 1990
Sometime in September, she went to my apartment while I was not there. I remember it was early in the morning, right before the work that I went to the nearest Shopping Plaza in Long Beach. Can you imagine my surprise and see my face when suddenly I saw Roxanne wondering there too. To my greatest surprise, she was looking for me and found me at the Mall, after the apartment Manager told her where I went. Later on the Manger told me that she has found Roxanne wondering on the premises and piping through the windows, amazing is it not? Roxanne wanted to see my new apartment that I just rented. Suspecting nothing at that time I wanted her to see it. This morning was my lucky one and without any disruption we have left for work right away.
September 15, 1990
Nevertheless, the whole excitement was about to begin. During the weekend which fall on September 15, my car was burglarized, this happened on Sunday. Somehow, I seem to have a “fatal attraction” that polarizes criminals. They always seem to be around me. Very interesting because I came to my Sponsors, a distant family, without knowing anybody. Seems quite obvious that only the INS knows me, and sends all those prostitutes, pimps and others after me. This is one of their jobs they do, parallel with communism! Amazingly enough they always know how to find those foreigners in America and to rob them. They must have a good information system to track it down people like me. This is not the only surprise I received on that morning. While I was involved with the arrangement to get the police to my place and get the report, my telephone rang in the most inconvenient moment. I pick up the phone. It was Roxanne on the other line. Did she know what has happened to me this morning or just the simple coincident? Hard to say what brought her to me on that morning, but after hearing my problem, she offered help. The next morning, Roxanne supposes to come and pick me up to work. Hard to imagine that she would be driving extra 30 miles just to give me ride to work--stupid me. Having no choice, I agreed not knowing whether I will be able to operate my vehicle. The whole ignition systems were messed and radio taken.
September 17, 1990
The next morning I was about to learn the most shocking lesson of my life. Roxanne came that morning very early and awaked me. It was a total surprise to me to see her at my door with bags full of food and other belongings that I did not requested. I let her into my apartment and closed the door. During our brief conversation I have told her that I have to go to the bathroom and get dress. Leaving Roxanne at this point in my living room I turned back and went to the bathroom. When I have reached for the bathroom door, Roxanne had reached for me. Not knowing that she followed me I was cough by surprise. She charged the bathroom’s door, grabbed me and start kissing. I tried to push her away but she was charging me more and more, hugged, and demanded sex. Well, man could not dream about better timing, I was still in my pajamas, innocent and vulnerable. Home alone, I was out of luck. She really frightened me and believe it or not I start crying. She pushed me really hard against the glass bathroom’s door. After several request to leave me alone but not before I start crying, she finally agreed to wait in the living room. My shock, however, to be continue when I got ready to leave the apartment and go to work. After I left the bathroom and faced again this “horny” Roxanne, she stated that we are not going to work at all, that we will stay home and have a sex. She had some extra clothes with her and plan on staying with me that day and a little bit longer. Her plan was to take me to the animal’s show somewhere on Island. I don’t remember whether suppose to be the Catalina Island or some other island that I don’t know about it. Facing strong opposition from me to have any sex at all, finally she took me into her car, pretending as we were going to work. Once inside the car Roxanne has told me, that we are not going to work, but somewhere else. This way I have find myself strapped in Roxanne’s car, dependent on her only desire for sex, on her mood to kidnap me, and I was not able to jumped out of this red-Transamerica-horny car. I tried different things to get myself out of her car, thus, we went to the bank. Roxanne embarrassed me there too by demonstrating her lesbian dominance over me and I felt like a “little” girl with a “big” horny homosexual by my site that played a man. Having no car, only wish to got back to work I went to her car once again hoping to convince her.
Roxanne drove all over the town without changing her mind and intention of going to work anyway. Time spent together in her car gave her the perfect opportunity to lecture me on how “horny” she is, how to use my mouth to make a sex with her, and she even proposed to me saying that “I want to f….ck you.” She made her vulgar demands so many times during this infamous ride, repeatedly stressing how “horny” she is. At some point I have to tell her that I don’t understand and I don’t know what the word “horny” means. Roxanne explained this to me very willingly as “I want to f….ck you,” and when I told her not to speak like this to me anymore, she responded with question, “don’t you like f….ck?” When I repeated myself again and asked Roxanne not to speak to me like that, she finally tried to correct herself and stated—“I want to make a love to you.” This time I have told her to get a man, and there she was again telling me one more time that “I was f….ck by a man,” and how she was “f…ck by a man.” I still don’t know how but somehow we landed at work on this September 17, morning. The day was fare from over yet, as a matter of fact the day just hardly started. About 3:30 p.m. Roxanne showed up at my terminal, demanding from me to leave a work and go home together to make a sex with her. I tried to ignore her, until 4:30 p.m. when she showed up again with the very same request. I decided at this point to strongly refuse this “treatment” and take some action. I took the first step and refused, but she wouldn’t give up on me. Her systematic propositions were coming in continuously.
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MAJOR PAINE: WHOSE CHILD THIS IS?
Back To Roxanne
TILL’ DEATH DO US APART?
September 21, 1990.
It was Friday, September 21, when she decided to storm me again. As I later find out, she packed her car with personal belongings, clothes, and was ready for the weekend. During the daytime she mentioned this to me, pressuring my decision to give her visitation right and permit to stay in my place. If you have never seen so much determination, here is a woman that will make you stunt. Nothing would make her to change a mind. Standing firmly by her own position, Roxanne announced her decision to move in with me. For the rest of the day I was hoping that she will abandon her idea, and perhaps that it was only her game. I did not know how fare away from the truth I was. When the day was over, Roxanne offered to take me back home. Remember that my car was still in a garage and my body shop appointment was coming on Saturday. “A death sentence” or not I had no better alternatives for the ride back home. The purpose of Roxanne’s home invasion was sex of course with the possibility of moving in. That’s what she intended to do, seduce me, play hard to make a sure that I will like it, and then move in. I guess I am stubborn, so I rejected her advances and this sex “business” all together. Soon after we got home, Roxanne was looking for my bed. The next thing I knew it, she was already in it. In my eyes, she was very ugly, and this whole affair so disgusting that I couldn’t even look at her. I perceive her as an ugly, ugly and ugly. Don’t think that if she would be a beauty, this situation would turn out differently. This whole lesbianism makes me ill. She was lying in my own bed, yet asking me to come over for sex. She wasn’t changing her mind, neither was I. Eventually, she decided to tell me her story, like this supposes to convince me to her. Being forced to listen I seat there and pretended like this is of any interest to me. This was better than being sexually molested by her. For the next hour or so I listened to her whole life. The characters were: her abusive father, a crazy maniac that f…..ck her and her lesbian “spouse.” Taking me by compassion, I guess was the program but it did not worked on me. I don’t have any sympathy for people just because some things did not worked out. Certainly, I don’t become a lesbian just because some things did not worked out for Roxanne. Live goes on, who said that life is easy. You have to learn to overcome those kinds of obstacles, it is a part of growing and maturing versus becoming a lesbian. I do not know that homosexualism could be consider a solution to personal or social problems. Finally, she starts to cry and I did not know what I am going to do with psycho women. It turned out that it was a bedtime, she couldn’t get anything from me, therefore, she decided to go to bed……my bed of course. I had to decided something for myself, what to do with my “body” and where I was going to sleep. Not many opportunities were available to me. Having only one bedroom, which was now occupied by Roxanne, I had in my disposition only living room extended by the kitchen. My only “sleeping” furniture in the living room was a big IKEA chair. Not really suitable for overnight sleeping. I was surely furnished for a single person only. I decided to sleep on the floor. I could not sleep anyway thinking that Roxanne will get up at night and come to me to have a sex. I spent the whole night with my eyes closed but my ears open, listening for the slightest noise, ready to jump. I closed the door to my bedroom, just in case, so I could hear it, when Roxanne would be browsing around. My bed must be a good place to “take a nap” because the night passed as a “quite” and “undisturbed.” The next morning the story unfolded and problems escalated. I waked up angry and tired from uncomfortable “floor’s bed” and made my mind to remove Roxanne from my apartment on that Saturday, either voluntarily or with the use of force, by asking the Complex Manager for the intervention. Looking back, I don’t know why I never considered using the police to do that. Few explanation would be reasonable; I was not sure whether they can help me, Roxanne was my Manager at work and I was hoping for peaceful resolution, and one most important fact is that this was my first encounter of that nature and I was not sure, or I did not know how to deal with it. Glenda Bomboff, the landlady, helped me finally on that day to get rid of this horny lesbian, but not before she chased me around the whole town of Long Beach. In the morning I took my car to the Firestone for repairs. It took a while but the car was done and I could drive it. A little window was still missing in the car, casualty of the mobsters, but at least I could drive it and get it to the window repair shop next. While driving back home from the repair shop I decided to evade Roxanne on the streets of Long Beach, but she was experienced I guess in her pursuit. I was not able. My only chance was to leave her outside the gate. The automatic gate to the basement of the building was my only hope. I rushed to get to the building, open the gate, get in to the garage, and have the gate quickly close. Oh, was I naïve to think that this horniest horny woman will let me get away. I have not reached the garage yet, and there she was right behind me. I parked my car in the garage, so is Roxanne, not even concerned with the fact that she was blocking other tenant’s parking space. I decided that is time to step in and tell her to get out. I did, but she had no intention on leaving. I've told her to get her things and leave it. She resisted, and finally got me so upset that I screamed at her to go away and leave me alone. The Manager came into the garage and wants to know what has happened. I told her briefly that Roxanne who is my supervisor at work is a lesbian and she wants sex while visiting me. I've told the Manager that I need help to remove Roxanne from the premises, forcibly if necessary. Roxanne in the meant time made threats to me that indicate obvious "trouble" at work. After long "verbal struggle" between the Manager and Roxanne in the garage, Roxanne decided to leave but not before I wanted to call a police. Nothing seemed to work on her, no please, no "threat of police," no screaming, nothing, but eventually she left. Don't think that this is end of this story, oh no, this was just the beginning and I was about to find out on Monday morning at work. She remained my Manager at work, and this opened the gate for her to retaliate against me, simply by "writing me up," giving false statements, making accusation and soliciting information to co-employees around the office. You have to learn the setting of the Santa Ana IRS Offices to understand the severity of the problem. Offices are very secure, located in the private, business buildings. Entry is coded, by password only, and employees must hide their badges while on the lunch breaks, to protect the secrecy. Public have NO ACCESS to those offices, and its location is "secret protected." The number of employees is small and regulated. Entrance is guarded by the receptionist in addition to the already secured and coded "gate in." Most employees use "pseudo name" versus their true name, by which they introduce themselves to the taxpayers. In essence, when you have a conversation with Ms. Mars for instance, you have no idea, who you have a conversation with. Monday, turned out to be more disastrous to me that I previously suspected.
During the day, she called me to her cube and “stacked” to my face a document that she was working with since the minute she walked into the office. It was some type of “appraisal” or similar thing that had all negativity in it, she could imagine at that time. Roxanne asked me to read it, blackmailing me at the same time. This infuriated me so badly that I decided to speak to my representative John Hancock. Immediately, I have informed him briefly of the situation and asked to meet as soon as possible. Thus, John and I planned on taking lunch break together, and talk about it. John deserves his own chapter in the book. Great man, having his own problems with what I “classify”- the “lesbians ring.” Group of woman within the organization playing “hard” and playing scared of men or rather their “harshness” as they called it. John understandably was shocked by the revelation. He took immediate action and promised me that I won’t be Roxanne’s employee any longer. Based on this intervention, Roxanne was eventually demoted to the tax examiner position without possibility of becoming Manager again. The problem, however, escalated further, since she still worked in the same place, and had her Mother with her and standing behind her. Her Mother was at that time in her Managerial position as well. Lesbian too. There were also more of Roxanne’s female relatives working in the same offices and her lesbian-lover in Laguna offices. Roxanne’s “family” began crusade around the offices and solicitations of information, getting other employees involve in the conflict. The major effort focused on presenting me as a direct “threat” to Roxanne’s well being, and a potential cause for her loosing the job.
Now you want to meet a little "fun" named Corinne Schulter. Short girl with long blonde hair, employee of the collection division in Santa Ana. Corinne would be very likable person except for her stories about 12 boyfriends at one time and Mafia connection through them. From what I know straight from her mouth, "one" of her boyfriends had a friend who was connected to Mafia or crime organizing group. However, that is one and the something. Furthermore, she referred to them as "Mafia." Seems exciting is it not? IRS feels so comfortable in that kind of environment that nobody was even bothered by her stories, spiced with the Mafia trill, except me of course. My guess is, that helps to collect the money, one way or the other, if IRS can not do it, "they ask" Mafia for help. Corinne had no car. Funny, I just don't know whether was because of the Mafia or something else, that Corinne became a "star" at the local bus stop, "mistaken" for a "prostitute." " Crying" at loud in the Offices and talking to the Management about those kinds of problems, she became a "hunter" for a ride. So, whether was the Mafia or something else that forced me to "offer" her space in my car, remains a mystery for now.
[By Dennis]
As they say, there are always two sites of a story. Only in a case of IRS none of them are yours. They both are IRS's. They have it both ways, twisted into one only. When you are a "trouble" employee, you might find yourself in the middle of this battle. They will always have a Manager (lesbian) that will "write you up" supposingly based on the taxpayer's complaint. They will hear you saying to the taxpayer that "taxpayers who don't pay their taxes are American's enemy," and IRS strongly believe that [WRITE THAT DOWN] it is not a crime to own money [EVEN TO IRS]. You will be in trouble because you did not gave the taxpayer WOEA [Warning Of Enforcement Action], or that you took too many Enforcement Actions. When you become the taxpayer only, the coin flips again to its original position. You know well this site of the story. IRS is here to protect the government interest, and you will pay it with your books, tuition, home, children and blood, but you will pay it. Who cares whether you owe it or not, you have to pay it, or have someone who will pay it for you. Than again, when you are "trouble" IRS employee, you learn that it is not a crime to own IRS taxes. When you are the taxpayer, they will LIEN your property for $500.00 and more, to tell you that yes, you committed a crime against the government interest. When you are a "trouble" IRS employee, they will destroy you for not telling you all of this, but concealing the $500.00 "floor" amount. When you are the taxpayer, the IRS will file for you without an warning. File everything: your taxes, the LIEN and the LEVY to take it all they can from you, and deprive you from your hard earned money. So, here I am to tell you the truth of BOTH SITES OF ONE STORY.
LETS TWIST AGAIN............one site, there is........and ONLY.
Now, when you are the taxpayer, preparing your bogus tax return will throw you to jail for fraud and tax evasion. When, you are the IRS agent, you can do so, yet make it "true" that can throw you to jail anyway. If you are the taxpayer, who gives a warning to the IRS employee, you will be charged with threats and in jail the very same day. Should you as the taxpayer claim that it's not a crime to owe taxes to the government, IRS will make a sure, and it will be? Remember, anything that IRS says is "the truth and nothing but the truth." Anything the taxpayer says, is "your empty words against theirs." How this revealed truth sounds to you? Like "Twist and Nothing, but the Twist." It's shifted to you now........................................... LET'S TWIST AGAIN. You ARE the Twister, Not I(RS) this time.
If you ask me how many people fall into the IRS trap, I can tell you, too many. Unfortunately THE SYSTEM begins and stops with the IRS. This is the problem that so many experienced one way or another. So what.……that Constitution says: “Innocent ‘Til Proven Guilty.” IRS has its “own” Constitutional Right that says: “Guilty ‘Til Proven Innocent.” Guilty ‘Til Proven Innocent is exactly the problem I am talking about. Should you wonder what most problems are coming from, I have the answer for you. About fifty percent (50%) of all problems are created equally by illegal aliens and the other fifty by the IRS System. Once you have felted into the victim’s category, you are victimized twice. Often you are the victim of the IRS and illegal aliens swindle. If you wonder what is wrong with the system, here is your answer: IRS IS THE SYSTEM. So, remember, if it’s comes to the IRS, we are guilty first before we can become innocent. You know………you have to PAY first (no matter what), before you can go to Court and file for REFUND. When illegal aliens use your social security number, the illegal income automatically works against you. It works well, and is reported everywhere. Internal Revenue Code treats unreported income as a serious “fraud” against the government interest. When reported under innocent taxpayer’s name, will cause problems that lead to wage garnishment, federal lien, and in the worse case scenario, can lead to imprisonment. Sometimes, it is possible to stop things before they strike, but not always. Sadly, there are many victims like this. Unless, the illegal alien strikes in another state, but most of the time this is not the case, a crime is hard to “detect” by the IRS. Likely, you the “guilty” innocence will lend up with the burden of proving your crimelessness. If the crime strikes close to you and your home, it is difficult to prove that it was not you, who made the extra “bucks.” Consequently, your innocence is put to a test with the IRS collection division. The rest you know; they will levy your wages, your bank account, and if the amount “owed” is more than $500.00, you more than likely to have a Federal Tax Lien filled on your property. By the time, you can explain yourselves and you will find a “body” willing to listen to you, and the truth, and most of all, a “body” knowledgeable enough to take the right action, you have lost the work of your life, your savings, your home, and about to LOOSE YOUR LIFE. “Best of all,” the IRS don’t even care about all this “illegal business” for as long as they will pay TOO………when “caught.” They are caught……you are loosing twice. They will re-take by robbing you, next time. They are here to “make,” not “pay” the tax. Think twice: “Innocent “‘Til Proven Guilty,” or “Guilty ‘Til Proven Innocent.” IRS must be the only Lighting that strikes TWICE and TWIST into ONCE.
Going around the World into wars for bags of gold and money in interest. That’s what this “Interest” is all about. In the name of “Interest” IRS already spreads around the World, replacing international laws, domestic laws, and rules of others. That’s how “untouchable” they feels. IRS terror already governs the World, like Hitler dominated the nations. Taken from Hitler: terror, oppression, tyranny, detention and withholding of wealth of others to support "own" prostituted drug habit. Without revelation, historically, criminal elements favored America and settled here freed. The motto always being set to kill and robbed and make “alive.” Yet, stalk HUMANS across the World 'til their death, for one reason only....... trilling extortion. Princess Diana paid it dearly. What Interest This Was For? Killers, kidnapers, rapists, prostitutes and thieves, that's what they are and that's what their Interest is for. Back in 1991 attempted to kill me too......in a car "accident'' of course. I survived this and much more. One figure of this kind comes to my mind…….Rostenkowsky. This political figure is synonymous to the IRS's interest. Vulnerable interest eventually goes to the alternative's…..pocket. Clearly, no interests are the same, better yet, there are conflicting interest. So, what is that Interest? Who knows! One thing I know is what the Interest should be. First of all the interest belongs to the people, to all taxpayers. That's what we pay for, working for 30K a year, paying 25% of that to the government to make up their salary of 200K per year to represent me and my interest, should be Too Much. Majority of us pays money to the government to protect our borders, our lives, our homes, our properties, and us. Cost us "arms and legs" to finance the government. However, the borders are "open" to illegal criminals and terrorist. They come and go, taking all they can; jobs, money, properties and lives. Government doesn't seem to be concerned with that. For 40 years, things only gets worse, not better. Seems to be "top secret" interest when IRS chases an American soldier to collect his "cavalierly," leaving his SS to an INS. We Are The People, so everybody lets go to the beach, and leave the Interest to the leach.
Speaking about Army. Let me tell you little story, how I became …..Spy in Ms. Yee eyes. Ms. Yee was "Special" IRS Investigator to……….."Dishonorable Army discharge." Somehow, during her investigation, she jumped into conclusion of me being "less" than honorably discharge from US Army. She called Staff Sergeant, my dear Army Friend, questioning him about it. We have had an entertainment time when he told me "that staff." When Ms. Yee called him and asked, he told her that "I was discharge for being………a spy." She was excited, we had a good laugh. You have said that "bustard," "it's not a crime to "own" "you" that Interest," but it is a crime to: come illegally to this country, to spy, to steal and robs, to kill, to defraud, and to smuggle and pesticide with drugs.
"Public Bustard"…What Interest Are You Talking About??????????????
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