TO THE GANG-BULLIES THE WORLD OVER - Video

This story was not planned. It was forced into existence by the slow corrosion of trust in a place that was supposed to be peaceful. It began with manipulation, false allegations, and the necessary end of a toxic relationship. What followed was a persistent and years-long campaign of defamation, intimidation, stalking, boundary violations, and official misconduct by a group of individuals who felt emboldened to make me move, who felt they were entitled to do so, and were empowered by the impunity of city officials.

Some are in high places.
Some routinely break the law.
Some used to block me in when a shared-drive house was vacant.
Some dump trash, even into Lake Erie.
Some are angry when I don't use their business services.
Some don't like my landscaping and even poison my plants.
Some are angry about my fence. Some don't want me to have security cameras.
Some hate it when I work on my house.
Some cat-call during a lunar eclipse.
Some shot fireworks over my deck.
Some don't like, and even poison, my dog.
Some wander around my property.
Some have dogs that regularly come to my door or even into my garage.
Some don't like my kids.
Some seem to covet my home and send unsolicited realtors.
Some watch me.
Some follow me.
Some computer hack me.
Some have been on my property or inside my home.
Some seem to listen-in on any word I say.
Some go around clapping and put up signs, even when I'm not even there (doorbell cam has sound too you know; it's always on and do you know how loud you clap?).
That's obsession.

One put a mannequin-head-on-a-stake that even your city judge called "despicable.".
One called me boy, pervert, punk, cuckhold, told me to go fuck my mother, and called her a whore.

Some are the puppeteers pulling the strings.
Others regular people, perhaps even former friends, who just could not stop playing the puppet.
Everyone makes mistakes.

All of them shared one goal:
Wanting me gone from my home, by any means necessary.

That didn't happen.
I refused.
I live alone.
My home became unsafe.
I kept my children from my home.
I relocated my dog from my home.
I became isolated.
I spiraled into dysfunction and despair.
I lost faith.
I thought my only defenses were a fence, security cameras, a phone, home defense, and documentation.
But little signs of hope were everywhere. I just didn't see.

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Then a miracle occurred.
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On my miserable birthday on 11/10, away from my home, rain was falling from a leaking gutter onto a deck. It sounded like faint clapping, echoing the depths of despair.

On 11/11/2025, Veterans Day, between 9:30 and 9:45 pm where I relocated, I can only describe experiencing a sensation like a "skip" or a "blip", like in a movie. An overwhelming sense of peace and clarity came over me. I believed. Afterward I went outside. 2 cars honked for a few seconds and stopped (I had a moment of doubt, and my initial reaction was that you are harassing me here somehow), then a distant dog barked for a few seconds and stopped, then a bell-chime clanked for a few seconds and stopped. Then everything was silent. There had been a "bang" in my garage at home at 9:55 pm (only noticed later through a sound-notification); but I was not at my home. Any doubt that I had was erased.

For the naysayers:
The harassment started on 9/11/2021 or 2022 when 2 individuals (they know who they are) were harassing me while I was gardening on the side of my house. Many of my fellow Villanova University Alumni, including a fraternity brother, perished in the World Trade Centers on 09/11/2001. A Villanovan is the new Pope. I'm sorry, but John Carrol is no Villanova.

You did all of this while I was coping with bilateral kidney cancer, spiraling me into diagnosed PTSD. You actually enjoyed it. You made me waste time documenting it. To me, you are demonic; one of you may be the devil himself. I used to curse you in my prayers. I have wanted nothing to do with you. But you all played a part in my miracle, and in some ironic way, I am grateful. But seriously, get a life, or at least a hobby.

What has happened since "you people" began harassing me in 2021? I'm not just talking about a fence and security cameras. You should probably stop, but the decision is yours.

This is a true story.
This is my story.
I will share my story. I will not be silent.
Those involved will be named.
Faces will be shown.
Actions will be seen.
The mirror will be reflected right back at you.
I'll pray for all but one of you, even though I don't really want to.
For that one, one question:
What would Jesus think of you calling Mary those "trash-dump" words?????

To one: Do you remember that afternoon when I arrived home from work? You approached me at the fence and mentioned something about you felt bad about something that happened in high school and the way that you treated someone back then that seemed to be weighing on your mind? My advice: Offer a sincere apology.