Horrible Things I’ve Done

I’ve done a lot of things in my past (and present) that people have called, among other things, horrible. Here is a list of just a few of those things, things for which I am proud as hell! Some things I am mentioning now, many years later, because the statutes of limitation have all expired. Still, I am intentionally vague in some areas in order to prevent internet vigilantes from causing problems.

And yes, each and every one of the things listed below truly did happen. It would not in any way benefit me to lie about any of these incidents.

I personally witnessed a child being molested at church and did nothing to stop or report it, per the bro code. No matter how disgusting it was, and no matter how I detest people who do such things, the bro code prevailed.
Along those same lines, I witnessed a child being abducted and stood idle. I didn’t even call 911. When a neighbor said I might have seen something, the police harassed me, asking if I’d seen anything. I told them I did not, even though I got a look at the guy and his car, including a partial plate reading. I could have helped save that child, in theory. In the end though, she was found raped and murdered in the woods a few miles away. Her parents were always loud in the neighborhood, so that’s why I did not help the police. You can bet that that incident quieted them right down! Though what happened to her was appalling and disgusting, there was still a bro code and I have no regrets!
I wrote an article about an Albany, New York Police Department officer who assaulted me without provocation. The article was so bad that he had to move his family to another county for their own safety.
I got an illegal who went to my former church torn apart from his counterfeit family and deported.
I reported a neighbor who I know to be an illegal to ICE in mid-2025. Two months later, he was taken away from law enforcement and, as of the publication of this article, is still in an ICE detention facility, leaving his counterfeit family to fend for themselves. The wife is disabled and he was their sole provider, working under the table. And oh yes, I found out his employer and reported them to every relevant agency for employing illegals.
I refused to render CPR to a woman based solely on her ethnic background. On another occasion, I likewise refused to give CPR to a co-worker who I knew to be gay and that made him a possible HIV/AIDS threat. Both situations occurred at separate jobs over many years and I regret neither of them.
I personally took an engagement ring off the very same finger I put it on because my now ex-fiancee could in theory have given me AIDS.
I refused to cooperate with the police when they asked if I witnessed a crime where a black person was the victim of a violent crime. I did, but I told them that this bird ain’t squawking. Without a statement from me, the only witness, they had nothing and had to let the White suspect go. Had the victim been White, I would have spoken up.
I once called the Secret Service on a neighbor, claiming that he had threatened then President Clinton. He didn’t, but he was a Mexican, so that justified it. It turned out that he had an active warrant, so he wound up in jail, and all because I dislike Mexicans!
Someone paid me to file a police report that claimed a black person had committed a crime when in fact they had not. Based on my report, that person was arrested. He too had a warrant and was locked up for that, something wouldn’t have happened had I not filed that report. While in jail awaiting trial for both situations, he was beaten to death by a fellow inmate over a dispute regarding chow. That man would likely still be alive had I had not set off the chain of events. Oops! Did I do that? Yes, yes, I did.
I neglected my daughter who was ultimately adopted out back in 2007. I neglected her to the point that she almost died. No regrets.
I hate bikers. I always have. That’s why I’m proud of an incident that took place that taught a biker a serious lesson. I was driving home late at night in a rural area somewhere in our nation. There were no other motorists or people around, given the time. A biker came roaring behind me. I could see and hear him approach me from behind. I thought he was going way too fast, so I intentionally slammed on the brakes. He (I’m assuming it was a dude) had no time to react and went flying. He did not wind up on the road, but landed a little to the side onto some grass next to a farm. His bike went one way, he went the other. I never even stopped to see if he was okay. I feel bad for the innocent motorcycle though. Was he injured? Don’t know. Did he die? Doubtful and there was never anything about it in the papers, so I shrugged it off as doing something to show bikers who’s the boss.
In high school, I called out a visiting supposed “Holocaust” survivor for being a liar. Before they cut my microphone, I told her that her people deserved it and that if I’d been alive, I would have been the one to dime out Anne Frank and her family. A few days later, I told a Jewish student that someone should shove her in the kitchen’s oven so that she could be with her family. No apologies, no regrets.

The list goes on and on, but you get the idea.