Wow, my dad came down again. He put the two checks that I signed, totaling $5.40, in the mailbox. He signed them this time; hand-signed, not a stamp. Is he being nice or is he being a dick? He owes me 3.5 million.
If Dad and I didn’t share history and remarkable DNA, he’d hire me. He’d track me down and stalk me until I was working for him. I didn’t want to be his daughter. I remember when Mom told us that Dad had been married before. I was really excited for a minute, thinking maybe he wasn’t really my father. Then I realized that my mom would have never married him if he wasn’t the guy who knocked her up. Why ELSE would a smart girl do such a stupid thing?
I disappointed my dad because I was born with a conscience. That’s really a blessing, to my so-very-cursed conception. He talks the talk but he doesn’t walk the walk and I’ve always pointed that out. When I was small, I couldn’t help it. Now that I am large, I can’t help it. But, God in his great wisdom says that I’ll be my father’s assistant. (I have attempted to fulfill my purpose since forever.) My dad got rich by claiming to follow God. He did not follow God, but he followed somebody who 1) made him rich, 2) chose for his interventions to be attributed to the REAL GOD, and 3) likes it when people call him God. I know who it is that my dad serves. He knows me too. But, if Dad would hire me! Such a concept, nirvana and prosperity and four-leaf clovers all around. I only want what’s mine. I own him.
Dad could save some money by transferring my condo before the value drops.
Toronto’s Epic Condo Bubble Suddenly Turns into Condo Glut
In Toronto, the average price of a detached house was $1.15 million in May: +18.2% YoY.
The necessity of replacing my home is a no-brainer, but perhaps the many benefits of giving me the condo in Toronto (with a trust account for the boys’ house, a trust account for the condo and me, and probably some metals) are not as apparent. First of all, I’d really like a place where Isaac or I could go outside of the US, in the event that it might become prudent for us to do so. Isaac was giving speeches against the RINO’s when he was fourteen. He is on the red list. Also, moving MONEY out of the country is very smart, considering the new laws inhibiting off-shore accounts. Josh NEEDS SOME OPTIONS…and there are NONE HERE. Had I not been tortured for years, I would have taken him to museums and some concerts. Maybe we’d have even gone to a ball game. I’ve been WORKING for the FAMILY ever since Dad put out a contract on my life and livelihood. I would very much like to learn some new things, and to begin helping people who can help DESTROY THE NSA. I lost many contacts due to slander and Toronto would be a very fine place to begin replacing them.
Connie acted like a lady today, and my young friend even had along her pet chicken. If I spent time alone with her in a decent climate I think she could learn to fly quicker.
It was a turning point when I kicked our guest out of the house a month ago because he exposed his body repeatedly to my sons and me and crawled into my bed once when I was already asleep, and who has owed a TEENAGER 400 dollars for a year without a payment. I realized that I don’t have to be treated poorly; I don’t treat others poorly. I’ve spilled blood for that man, I got him out of jail and I stuck up for him with the authorities. I deserve some respect. I deserve respect from my father, and it’s been a long time coming. My life has been directed by principles that he cannot fathom, and it’s high time he recognizes that fact and reimburses me accordingly.
“America is in decline because wealth and power has been redirected from those who make stuff to those who make stuff up.” — Jeff Drum
I’d assumed they’d be sympathetic, and choose to comfort me as I was raped, slandered, gang-stalked, impoverished..yada, yada. My bad. I should have stopped expecting warm fuzzies from them through years of wearing their hand-me-downs and washing their dishes. I also assumed that when their number was up, and the old man could be jailed at any moment for infractions ranging from kiddie-porn to attempted murder, they’d make amends, but maybe they don’t know how? This is the assumption I wish to negate.
MOVE OVER by Janis Joplin
Great colors, eh? I don’t remember the sixties like that. My childhood is gray.
The Mamas And The Papas ::: Words Of Love.
“Words of love, so soft and tender won’t win a girl’s heart anymore…
if you love her then you must send her, somewhere where she’s never been before…
“Prices rose 7.8 per cent to an average of $596,163, the Toronto Real Estate Board reported. In the city, average prices for detached houses jumped nearly 9 per cent in February from a year earlier to $1,040,018.”
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Note: It didn’t start out at three and a half million. It was raised a few times when Dad was particularly egregious. I did let him know when it went up. I kept records.
I met with a guy a couple months ago, about being on his radio show. Then I dropped the ball because DADDY STARTED BAD-MOUTHING ME AGAIN. (To George. It’s in my journal.) Now, DO I HAVE TO SPEND FOREVER PREACHING TO THE CHOIR? (“Dear God, that’s funny so MANY ways.”) Or, may I please TELL SOME TRUTH TO THE MASSES? Family, this has to end. You have acted like children and I forgive you. Now, get Dad to tell the truth and I’ll be on my way. Soon, please?
What would it be like to have everything you need? How would it feel to know that if you got a run in your pantyhose…you could just get another pair? I often pondered these questions as I watched my siblings and my parents. How would it feel to be warm all the time? Do their bedroom thermometers ever register in the 50’s? My family is an alien race, and they’re racist. Not recognizing the diverse marching orders handed out to the rest of us, they assume affluence is a badge of honor, a right, and must be carefully guarded. God have mercy on their souls which seem to be, 1) obtuse, 2) staggering under the weight of false-entitlement, and 3) selfish. Also, they 1) lied about me and cast me out of the family, 2) talked me down to the neighborhood, and 3) stole a lot of things from me that are translatable to CASH VALUE. 3.5 million. That’s what I heard from the God who KEPT ME FROM DYING! It’s pretty hard to believe that I may one day not have to stoke the outside stove every five hours for 8 months of the year. But, God has given me hundreds of four-leaf clovers…even on request. Let’s see what he’s got.
“Too many people are only willing to defend rights that are personally important to them. It’s selfish ignorance, and it’s exactly why totalitarian governments are able to get away with trampling on people. Freedom does not mean freedom just for the things I think I should be able to do. Freedom is for all of us. If people will not speak up for other people’s rights, there will come a day when they will lose their own.” — Tony Lawrence (firstname.lastname@example.org) 12/28/95
In February it will have been six years since I started recording my life. I recorded it all, and the only crazy thing I did in six years was to obsessively record all the normal things I did. (The practice has proven profitable; I am convinced I’m pretty cool.) It’s time to get this over with…and it’s time for me to live an authentic life. I’ve portrayed a caricature and spread ’em for all the world to see. If nobody wishes to see, then they should stop talking me down. My father’s obstinence is exhausting. He owes me 1) a home, 2) a whole lot of money I might have if he hadn’t a) caused me to be tortured, b) caused me to lose my bar license, c) caused me to be divorced, d) caused me to lose any marketability from recognition as a former congressional candidate, e) caused me to lose respectability, and f) caused me to lose confidence, and 3) TRUTH. He owes my children and ex-husband a lot of similar things for related reasons. Josh takes a shower then goes into the kitchen to wash his hands. He started doing that when I was being RAPED and he was told I was EVIL and he believed that his family was POLLUTED and he also STOPPED BELIEVING IN GOD. I expect that when he is told the details of HIS MOTHER’S VIOLATIONS, he will no longer consider her a pervert, and probably will no longer find it necessary to wash so much. IT IS TIME FOR TRUTH.
A favorite, in the ditz-free zone
“In for a penny, in for a pound.” I am not a gambler. I do not play the lottery and I do not go to casinos (except Jesus made me go a couple of times when I was praying in my car all night around the UP. He said, “Go in there and lose five dollars. Watch everybody around you.” Stuff like that; he’s always training me.) I only EVER bet on a sure thing. That’s what I did with my dad. I knew he was a fake Christian and when he refused to apologize for putting me on the terror watch list and abducting my children and bullying a gentle person like George, I knew I had to stand up for my faith. I had to stand up for Jesus who TOLD me to run for Congress even though my corporal sperm-doner did not like it. Am I crazy? I can prove not. Am I stupid? I think not. Am I backing down EVER? What do you think? 3.5 million. It’ll hurt like hell but not so badly. Nor for as long a time.
You know what I saw at the casino? My dad’s same demons.
People are overreliant on the first piece of information they hear.
In a salary negotiation, for instance, whoever makes the first offer establishes a range of reasonable possibilities in each person’s mind. Any counteroffer will naturally react to or be anchored by that opening offer.
“Most people come with the very strong belief they should never make an opening offer,” says Leigh Thompson, a professor at Northwestern University’s Kellogg School of Management. “Our research and lots of corroborating research shows that’s completely backwards. The guy or gal who makes a first offer is better off.”
I texted Dad yesterday about his car, which has been with me. I thanked him since it was the middle of December, then asked if Isaac could use it while he’s here. No response.
My dad texted me again! He said I could keep that car until mid-December. So I responded:
“Thanks. Is the seat broken? I like to sit up really straight. Also may I have a phone like Isaac? And will you pay to bring him home for Christmas? And will you give me two hundred dollars to repay what Josh lent me for emergencies? And will you buy me some clothes from “Anthropologie”? (I misspelled that.) And will you get Josh his passport and let us stay in Toronto?”
He said: SORRY.
I said, “Not yet?”
(He was prepared to dump all kinds of money to get me to a hotel when I was stranded at an airport. What is his problem now?)
This sure is taking a long time…but I can’t blame it on my lawyer’s indifference!
Dad offered me 9 days in Europe with 100 dollars spending money each day.
I will accept…
3.5 million, and an apology in the Newberry News.
Dad gave me 800 dollars and Mom gave me one hundred. They gave Josh a job and a car. They gave us a bag of apples and took Josh out to dinner. They refused multiple times to buy him a passport.
Belva bought George a new car and sent Isaac 1,000 dollars.
I sent this text to my ex-boss. We’re going to be best friends and I told him that a long time ago:
May I buy you dinner sometime? My father owes me 3.5 million and I can barely add. I promise I won’t ask about Iraq. Linda Goldthorpe
(Shawn keeps a crucifix in his Cadillac. He’s a Chaldean, yet he suffers as a Muslim. I’d like to see him set free.)
I found my picture boxes but I don’t think I’ll show Josh any pictures. It wouldn’t be right for him or for Megan. My father knows how defensive I was about her purity and how I often asked him not to let her learn about sex the way I did, from his porn. His repentance must come from his heart rather than fear of exposure. I think I’ll destroy the photos.
“The fact that Abigail would gather supplies in defiance of her husband’s wishes and ride out to meet David herself implies that she was not a woman oppressed by her culture’s patriarchy.”
Abigail and David – Abigail Was King David’s Wisest Wife
Just stuck one of these to my dad’s office door and one to his house door.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll drop off copies at all the banks so they can file them just in case. Maybe some other places too, if the Spirit moves me:
I just talked to my dad. I called to see if Megan is alright because there was an earthquake. He made me an offer.
Why would an innocent man offer me a credit card in my name that I would not have to pay on? Why would he do such a thing without wanting to discuss all that I’ve reported about him? (Shouldn’t he be a little pissed, even though I told the truth?) My dad should replace the house he took from me, and put the ad in the Newberry News saying I am not a murderer and that my mental prowess is consistently exceptional. He wouldn’t be setting me up, would he? He already talked to the bank. He’s narcissistic and inappropriately controlling and disrespectful.
Text to my dad, 6 pm:
“I don’t think I want a credit card. I want to use yours. And I want the condo. Thanks though.”
(He’s not guilty of identity fraud now too, is he?)
Thank you Dad, for giving Josh a job and a car. That’s a beginning.
“Montin is seeking more than $22 million in damages for incorrectly labeling him mentally ill, unnecessarily holding him and subjecting him to treatments he didn’t need. He’s also seeking $760,000 in lost wages and $10 million in punitive damages.”
Let’s see: Five years times 22 million divided by 20 means …3.5 million is a bargain!!
Bump to the top:
August 30, 2013 Settlement Negotiations
“GOD IS GOING TO UNFOLD HIS PLAN IN AN ACCELERATED MANNER THROUGH A HOLY PEOPLE”
“In all my years serving God I have never seen the Enemy fight against anything more than Kingdom-finances getting into the hands of the righteous, and believers entering into true unity and one accord – the true unity and one accord that produces a corporate anointing [of Kingdom-power] that he has absolutely no way to defend against. This is a very critical time – a time in which God is going to unfold His plan in an accelerated manner through a holy people. Many have been in a life and death battle to enter into the fullness of their precious destiny in Christ but although, at times, it “seems” like the Enemy is winning, he is NOT! God is setting him up for a VERY large fall in the area of finance [and every other area for that matter].” (Glenn Jackson)
I’m trying to think about what I would do if I had a lot of money. God says I will. I can’t think of a thing I’d do different, right now. I can’t think of a single thing I’d buy. I’d fill up my gas tank, and visit people I haven’t seen for a while, I expect. I’d take them food, like I always do. I’d give some money to my boys, because I owe them both, and buy Josh some new clothes because he still wears shorts that Isaac wore ten years ago.. I’d send seventeen dollars to reimburse Dan for sending my coat back after I left it at his house a year ago. I’d buy Glenn a camera and a portable display booth for Rick.
OK, now I’m getting into this. I could figure out how to spend some money. I would take Josh to all the museums he’s always wanted to see. We’d start at the Henry Ford, and I’d take him out to dinner at Red Lobster. (I’ve always wanted to take my family out to dinner. I did it one time, at the Rustic in 2008.) I’d see that Isaac got the operations on his feet, now that he’s decided to go through with them. I’d buy them each a new computer. I’d get Isaac his very first printer. I’d get all the cars fixed so the dashboards don’t light up like Christmas trees and find transportation for Josh.
Then I’d hire somebody to fix all the punched-holes in the drywall around here. I’d buy wood for the winter, and install insulated stove-pipe. I’d get rid of all the broken things rotting in the carport and get one of the lawnmowers fixed. I’d buy a snowblower. I’d buy a new scoop too, with a really solid handle. Maybe I’d buy an old truck with a snowplow so I could make a little money. ( guess if I had some money, I’d just use it around here and to help people who shovel.) I’d get a water filter so we could use the dishwasher. I would pay taxes and get insurance on the house, so Isaac doesn’t carry such a burden of worry. I’d relieve my family’s concerns about many things.
I’d probably buy a real phone so I could make all the calls I’ll need to find the place to tell what I know. Then I’d take Josh to Washington with me, so he could see all the Smithsonians. I would go to one of Isaac’s conferences with him, so he would have somebody to share with when he got home. I’d search and search until I found a good lawyer, and pay a retainer so I could call when troubled people come to me. I’d buy some new underwear and throw away the rest of my huge panties. I’d get the boys underwear too, so I wouldn’t need to patch theirs anymore. I’d replenish my spice closet and buy a gallon of that Thai chili sauce we’ve been missing. I’d buy all the books that have been languishing on my list. I’d buy Isaac’s books too. I’d buy Josh the books he’d like to read. I’d find a community for him. Then maybe I’d go to a mall and look at all the things I don’t need. I haven’t been to a mall for years. They used to make me laugh.
I would give some money away. I would give Kasper some money for legal defense. I’d give Rick some money so he can get on the road to minister to strangers like he loves to do. I’d buy Steve something he never thought he wanted. I’d rent a cottage from Eric so Glenn could come up any time, and I’d give him bus fare. I’d fix the sauna and install bunks in the shed. I’d fix a lot of things. I would not pay taxes to the anti-christ government, but they don’t expect taxes on gifts anyway. I’d take Isaac to visit Kuala Lumpur, where he thinks he belongs. He should see it first. I’d like to help him arrive in the right place.
I’d organize a love-fest, right here. I’d help people get here if they couldn’t afford to come, people who have been waiting for this end of time and long to hear others’ stories of the transition. People who love God more than anything else. People who have been obedient unto death. They could bring their friends. I’d be God’s party-planner. I’d pray about every single thing I did. I’d have a large garden. (Guess I’d buy a roto-tiller, too.) I’d learn a bit of Russian. I’d go to Minnesota and tell Belva about all that happened to us. She deserves better than she’s had.
If God doesn’t give me the money right away, it’ll be fine. I won’t be bored because my neighborhood is going to become very interesting anyway. The church is going to explode and I’ve been praying for that place for years. I know a guy who prayer-walked around it a lot. I know children who had visions of glass blowing out of the windows. I myself, had visions of cars falling from the sky and crashing outside the building, as the “members” picnicked. I will watch this and remember God’s words to me. I am grateful that God tells me what to expect. I’m also grateful that He doesn’t divulge all the details right away. It’s like a puzzle. He’ll keep me entertained until I can afford to start fixing things.
Fixing things is God’s work anyway, and I’m all about God’s work. I have no wishes of my own, other than to see His name glorified and to bask in His presence. I’d like my family and former friends to do the same, they’d need nothing else. They’re very needy at present, so I’m looking forward to the coming months. I’m looking forward to EVERYTHING! I’m looking forward, to the time they all become honest and open and recognize the falseness of our current world. I hope they’ll pray with me again, “Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.” I hope they’ll be on the right side when He answers that prayer. Heaven is not a pleasant place for liars and hypocrites.
My mother is also a fraud. She is the education-guru but she never helped me with my homework–ever. (To be fair, she couldn’t have helped because she wasn’t around.) She never counseled me about college— or even basic hygiene! (When my older girlfriend started her period I was shocked. So was she, at my ignorance.) When I was raped at seven years old I went to my mother for assistance. Etc. (Do you REALLY want me to go on, Parents?)
Text to my dad:
“Tick, tock, tick, tock…”
“I still see the same people on the corner that were there when I was eleven years old. It’s tough to evolve when your surroundings never change.” (Humans of New York, Facebook)
Isaac is here. He and Josh are eating turkey drumsticks and baked potatoes. It’s 90 degrees in his apartment. He is trying not to think about Boulder. He says if he leaves, Josh will have nobody…and I will have nobody. I told him the logical solution is for Josh and me to go to Toronto where he plans to spend time no matter what. Josh can travel between here and there. So can George, if he wishes to. This did not make much sense when God told me that my dad would give me his condo. Now it makes perfect sense.
I’d like to spend time here too, if it wouldn’t offend anybody.
I’d sing a dirge if I knew a dirge. (I’m not Catholic. Thank you, Lord. I guess it makes sense that the first organization to face the fire is where the Pope sits. ) I would force all faces towards our maker, and to what remains of his truth and justice. I would insist that humanity don the glasses, and I’d implore people to look through them good and hard. I would and I do! I will never desist persisting, and “Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. ” Stubbornness cannnot. Nothing is more common than richfolk with stubborness. Reputation will not. Reputations are like piecrust. Not many women can do it, but even when they succeed the results are very easy to shatter. Money cannot, unsuccessful men with money are almost a proverb. And upon this point we come to the subject of interest accrued against the convicted defendant due to Plaintiff for nonpayment of judgment damages… I’ve been seeking truth since 2009 when I first became aware of my government’s prurient interest and unique capabilities. (I filed suit against my father and my brother and Lakefield Baptist Church in the Court of Jesus Christ in July, 2013. The Bible doesn’t permit me to sue my brethren in human courts. I did everything according to Scripture’s civil procedure.) When my father soon capitulates, those who have eyes to see will suffer. Then they will become so full of love that love-light pushes right through them, to embrace those of us who need embracing, those of us who have been neglected due to ignorance or greed. We will all be freed from the darkness in our suffering souls. I’ll serve refreshments. (I also lost my law license when I was being tortured and I was too sick to get off the couch.) Goldthorpes are smarter than they have been; also they are kinder. We will behave in a manner that provides the most benefit to the most people. “Benefit” will be subjectively determined by the subject whose life is in question. (I’ll be free for dinner after the twentieth.)
(That’s not entirely true. People who have sold their souls to a man-made missionary organization are also respected. Even when little girls are raped.)
Still no new offer. I brought my parents fruit tart and Mom said it was good.
My father is looking at a tremendous debt and I don’t blame him for taking his time.
But, time is money…
Still haven’t heard back…
“You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do.” – C.G. Jung
Haven’t heard back. Time is money…
Keep on keepin’ on, here goes:
My friend sometimes works for Goldthorpes and he likes that because he says he knows he’ll always get paid. I enjoy that reputation, and so does my dad, however:
“Dear Dad, are you going to allow all these people to know that you are a fraud? A man who pays his public debts but welsches on his personal ones is a fraud. Practically definitionally. ”
“Lord Jesus, you were there when my dad and I made a bet. It was ‘his religion vs my faith’. Our wager is recorded in a notarized affidavit. My father lost big-time, as we knew he would. He will not pay up and his whole life has been devoted to establishing a business reputation as a trustworthy deal-maker. As I view my father from your position [“Take me higher Lord, and allow me to see everything from your position.”] he looks like a fraud.”
“Lord, I will joyfully reside in a pup-tent with a man who will stand for truth. Many people would benefit from my father’s decision to disclose information you’ve chosen to provide no other way. You could speak a phone number into my mind (as you frequently do…) and I would not need my father’s input. You could change America without him. I consider that you may choose the other way around.”
“Give my dad balls of copper, that changed the world! You said, in the Bible that the copper was as valuable as the gold! Copper is a working-man’s metal. The working-man’s mettle is far more valuable than we think. Cover my dad with your precious blood shed on his behalf, and give him courage to do the right thing. Allow him to love himself, soul and body, and give him recognition of the power/rights/authority inherent to the Sons of God. Renew his youthful pursuit of higher air. Give him compassion, and burden him with the necessity of providing opportunity for those to whom he has denied even free thought. Break his heart. At your leisure.”
Amen. “I love you Lord, and I lift my voice! To worship you, oh, my soul rejoice. Take joy my KING! In what you hear! Let it be a sweet, sweet sound, to your ear.”
It was nice to see my dad and mom over the weekend. My mom hugged me! And my dad brought me four pounds of extraordinary strawberries which I immediately made into a tart for our Mothers’ Day company. He also brought me a rose corsage that I wore all day pinned to an old shirt of Isaac’s. Neither has spoken to me about my issue.
“Dad, people approach Isaac on the street and ask if you really raped me. Wouldn’t you like to tell him that you merely paid for my violations? Wouldn’t you rather tell him yourself?”
All I want is a tiny ad in the Newberry News: “My daughter, Linda Goldthorpe, is not nor has she ever been crazy. I was out of line to attack her because I did not like her politics nor understand her faith.”
And I want everything you stole from me and my family.
I received an offer last night.