This is going to be a very hard post to write but I feel that what I have experienced, has to be said.
Back in 2016, I was falsely accused by my daughter of sexual abuse and actual bodily harm. I found out two years later that she had been paid by my evil father to accuse me, from my cousin in fact.
I knew that if I did not prove my innocence, I would have been charged and, given the way society is now, as soon as I walked into the dock, the jurors would look at me and determine that I was as guilty as hell. Even the crusty judge would have determined my guilt before a word was said.
I would have been sent to prison for a long time, especially because it was my daughter who was the supposed victim, certainly more time that the couple who killed their own child got; 7 and 8 1/2 years, pathetic. Oh and the man got a longer sentence than the woman, what a surprise.
Mind you, I would never have done my full sentence, I would be dead. So basically, Verity would have taken money to have me die in prison. Nice person eh?
The reason that I would have died is that I would have committed suicide. If you do not believe me, roll on 4 years.
Due to a massive stitch up by the police and my family, tied together by mason hood, I went through the whole lot again and was put in prison on remand, by the masonic and evil judge, as I was considered a flight risk.
I had never been to prison before, as I have never committed any crime other than the odd speeding ticket.
I had to undress in front of an officer, which was very difficult for me, as I suffered sexual abuse at the hands of my father as a boy. I was taken to a nurse and then banged up. I did not know what to do so dived into a spiral. I lay on the floor of my cell for hours, did not eat and was put on suicide watch after a 5 minute assessment. My body had gone into shut down and I was paralysed.
I was moved to two further cells, one in the biggest, oldest and run down wings and was finally transferred to a wing where patients with issues were put. I refused to go out for exercise, due to my agoraphobia and just laid on my bed, in a foetal position for most of the time, still being monitored every 20 minutes to make sure that I was still alive.
At one time, my cell door was unlocked and I was ordered to go with the guard. I was put in front of a video screen and it was that masonic and evil judge, who first tore me apart and then gave me a suspended sentence. He did the latter as I had exposed him as a mason to the governor of the prison. And they say that judges and the prisons are independent, utter rubbish.
If it had not been for Leverton in the first place, having me arrested for defamation and failure to attend a VOI, neither of which are crimes, none of what I endured would have happened and I would not be as damaged as I am now; there is little hope for me.
Maybe these are demons that I need to try and exorcise but I will fail because too much damage has been done to me, mentally and physically.
David's Diatribe 