Post by jack hamilton on Dec 10, 2010 23:44:00 GMT -5
Gentlemen,
Howdy again, Jack the Knife here,
and I have been out cutting fire wood and cedar posts again today.
Cutting it and dragging or 'wheelbarrowing' it to the wood yard.
Tonight me and the dogs are going coon hunting after dinner.
Now I worked about three hours is all, and my cervical hurts,
but I just finished at Tom Landry center Baylor Hospital,
'Cervical stabilization sessions' for 5 weeks
and learned a lot!
I have done the same course before and it didn't help at all!
But my new therapist was an angel.
She was from central India and she helped me so much,
I have to tell y'all {the world} about her.
The first session I had a couple of years ago was in the same room
and consisted of the same exercises. But this time it was different.
The first day I told Anita that: "this session made a real difference,
but it may just be my wishful thinking."
The last session I told her that:
"I wanted to marry her and carry her off to the hills with me."
"Even though she probably didn't want to get married
or be carried off to the hills either, least of all with me."
But I told her {and I don't lie} that:
"I have written a letter to the head genius Doctor,
over all the other 25 Doctors at 'Baylor Hospital severe, traumatic, brain injury, rehab ward'.
'Old Milt' I call him, and that I told him all about her work on my spine.
That I recommended he give her a 50% raise and I've a story about that too!
But to keep to the point, I told Anita that
"There were two things different about 'her treatment'.
1. Posture!
2. And the two exercises where I layt on my belly and extending my arms to the side,
'try to fly' so to speak, arms 'up and down'
and also 'towards my head and back to the side again'.
These exercises build up the muscles that enable me to keep my spine straight
and keeping the spine straight lets it heal or at least not hurt so much.
And she said the tendons which are supposed to hold the vertebra are messed up from I disagreeault and can't do the job but the muscles can if I keep doing these exercises:
"as long as I have a spine!"
Wow, not I am sorry y'all and I know this post sounds like my Grandmother talking
when asked: "Grandmaw how are you feeling" {I learned not to do that}
But I have hope and a way to work on my spinal problem now.
Gentlemen, for six years after my Motorcycle wreck I sat at my computer and wrote,
{at the request of my disability Judge, my Doctor at rehab {Old Milt} all the therapists and the class too}
all the stories that were in me.
Finishing just about the time that I was falsely arrested,
assaulted and battered in jail by the jailers for no reason, {jumped from behind I was}
resulting in further, severe, permanent, and inoperable spinal damage
to an already disabled, coma patient with no criminal record.
To say that I was pxxxxx is nothing.
I was real unhappy.
And I am, or was, a Mastermarksman, {and I have a story about that too}
But the point, I could shoot 15 short, fat, cops in 30 seconds trigger time.
And I still may bit I thought to myself:
"Self, Am I an author or not?"
I wanted to see if there is any law left in the United States today, or not.
So for 365 days I learned what to put in the letters and where to send them.
I didn't even drink any beer!
I contacted the two cities, 'certified mail' with no response.
Didn't think they would respond but it is nessesary to contact them before 'going over their heads'.
Then I contacted the Texas Rangers who investigate rogue police departments
and corrupt municipalities, at the instigation of the District Attorney.
The District Attorney him self.
The Attorney General in Austin,
And the Houston office of the FBI, the correct desk, or the correct guy,
who investigates violation of civil rights of disabled coma patients
by rogue, municipal police departments and corrupt municipalities.
And the sxxx hit the fan!
The Chief of Police quit the next day, took his retirement money,
and ran like a whipped dog.
The girl who has cut my hair for 14 years said:
"Jack your letter tore the town apart."
A Sheriff deputy told a Ranger where I could hear them,
that "four policemen from xxx and one from xxx are going to prison for conspiracy."
"The sentence for conspiracy is 99.5 years and that they have no defense."
Now 'Visions ad Miracles' is out.
I looked it up and someone has already used it for a Jesus movie.
So I am thinking about titles and it is difficult.
{Who could have thought that the title of a musical tape of 14th century string quartet music
by 'Ensemble Alcatraz' {an early Iberian word for Pelican}
could have been heard by any one else?
I have that old tape I recorded off the radio when I was working in Denver.
I am open to suggestions, what?
"I killed five cops with my keyboard"
Gentlemen, the story starts with"
1. a beautiful vision, a religious experience while in a coma.
2. Then waking up and strange sounds and later sights.
3. Then goes to Hospital stories, and 8 months later coming home.
4. Coming home and spending 6 years, at the request of my disability Judge,
my Doctor my therapists, and the class, writing every story that is in me.
Finishing about the time that I was falsely arrested, assaulted in jail by the jailers
for no reason {jumped from behind I was} resulting in further severe, permanent and inoperable
spinal damage to an already disabled, coma patient with no criminal record.
By the people who are supposed to help other people, not hurt them.
Boys I am, or was, a Mastermarksman and shooting 5 short, fat, small town policemen,
would take 30 seconds trigger time, I thought about it and I still may,
but I also thought to myself:
"Self, am I an author or not."
So {this is in the book too}
5. I sat at my computer 18 hours a day for a year.
I thought about writing the letters in bed, cooking my food,
I didn't think about anything else.
Included are the letters I wrote that got 5 small town cops thrown in prison
for a total of 496.5 years.
6. Included are the actual letters I wrote to the Rangers, the DA,
the Attorney General in Austin, and FBI.
Now I am waiting for the trial in order to write the trial chapter.
The stories I mentioned are stories about my hounds and how I loved them.
About trapping, hunting and all the years on the trail and the trapline.
Showing my mindset and who I am and giving the reader a glimpse inside my mind.
So to realize how I, being a hunter, managed to survive three murder attempts.
Turned the tables on them and killed the 5 cops who tried to kill me,
doing their job for them.
They messed with the wrong man.
I am a trapper and I sensed a trap.
And one 'can't trap' a trapper.
Thank you...
{blindhari and Pat/Rick for believing in me}
Jack the Knife
J. Winters von Knife
Howdy again, Jack the Knife here,
and I have been out cutting fire wood and cedar posts again today.
Cutting it and dragging or 'wheelbarrowing' it to the wood yard.
Tonight me and the dogs are going coon hunting after dinner.
Now I worked about three hours is all, and my cervical hurts,
but I just finished at Tom Landry center Baylor Hospital,
'Cervical stabilization sessions' for 5 weeks
and learned a lot!
I have done the same course before and it didn't help at all!
But my new therapist was an angel.
She was from central India and she helped me so much,
I have to tell y'all {the world} about her.
The first session I had a couple of years ago was in the same room
and consisted of the same exercises. But this time it was different.
The first day I told Anita that: "this session made a real difference,
but it may just be my wishful thinking."
The last session I told her that:
"I wanted to marry her and carry her off to the hills with me."
"Even though she probably didn't want to get married
or be carried off to the hills either, least of all with me."
But I told her {and I don't lie} that:
"I have written a letter to the head genius Doctor,
over all the other 25 Doctors at 'Baylor Hospital severe, traumatic, brain injury, rehab ward'.
'Old Milt' I call him, and that I told him all about her work on my spine.
That I recommended he give her a 50% raise and I've a story about that too!
But to keep to the point, I told Anita that
"There were two things different about 'her treatment'.
1. Posture!
2. And the two exercises where I layt on my belly and extending my arms to the side,
'try to fly' so to speak, arms 'up and down'
and also 'towards my head and back to the side again'.
These exercises build up the muscles that enable me to keep my spine straight
and keeping the spine straight lets it heal or at least not hurt so much.
And she said the tendons which are supposed to hold the vertebra are messed up from I disagreeault and can't do the job but the muscles can if I keep doing these exercises:
"as long as I have a spine!"
Wow, not I am sorry y'all and I know this post sounds like my Grandmother talking
when asked: "Grandmaw how are you feeling" {I learned not to do that}
But I have hope and a way to work on my spinal problem now.
Gentlemen, for six years after my Motorcycle wreck I sat at my computer and wrote,
{at the request of my disability Judge, my Doctor at rehab {Old Milt} all the therapists and the class too}
all the stories that were in me.
Finishing just about the time that I was falsely arrested,
assaulted and battered in jail by the jailers for no reason, {jumped from behind I was}
resulting in further, severe, permanent, and inoperable spinal damage
to an already disabled, coma patient with no criminal record.
To say that I was pxxxxx is nothing.
I was real unhappy.
And I am, or was, a Mastermarksman, {and I have a story about that too}
But the point, I could shoot 15 short, fat, cops in 30 seconds trigger time.
And I still may bit I thought to myself:
"Self, Am I an author or not?"
I wanted to see if there is any law left in the United States today, or not.
So for 365 days I learned what to put in the letters and where to send them.
I didn't even drink any beer!
I contacted the two cities, 'certified mail' with no response.
Didn't think they would respond but it is nessesary to contact them before 'going over their heads'.
Then I contacted the Texas Rangers who investigate rogue police departments
and corrupt municipalities, at the instigation of the District Attorney.
The District Attorney him self.
The Attorney General in Austin,
And the Houston office of the FBI, the correct desk, or the correct guy,
who investigates violation of civil rights of disabled coma patients
by rogue, municipal police departments and corrupt municipalities.
And the sxxx hit the fan!
The Chief of Police quit the next day, took his retirement money,
and ran like a whipped dog.
The girl who has cut my hair for 14 years said:
"Jack your letter tore the town apart."
A Sheriff deputy told a Ranger where I could hear them,
that "four policemen from xxx and one from xxx are going to prison for conspiracy."
"The sentence for conspiracy is 99.5 years and that they have no defense."
Now 'Visions ad Miracles' is out.
I looked it up and someone has already used it for a Jesus movie.
So I am thinking about titles and it is difficult.
{Who could have thought that the title of a musical tape of 14th century string quartet music
by 'Ensemble Alcatraz' {an early Iberian word for Pelican}
could have been heard by any one else?
I have that old tape I recorded off the radio when I was working in Denver.
I am open to suggestions, what?
"I killed five cops with my keyboard"
Gentlemen, the story starts with"
1. a beautiful vision, a religious experience while in a coma.
2. Then waking up and strange sounds and later sights.
3. Then goes to Hospital stories, and 8 months later coming home.
4. Coming home and spending 6 years, at the request of my disability Judge,
my Doctor my therapists, and the class, writing every story that is in me.
Finishing about the time that I was falsely arrested, assaulted in jail by the jailers
for no reason {jumped from behind I was} resulting in further severe, permanent and inoperable
spinal damage to an already disabled, coma patient with no criminal record.
By the people who are supposed to help other people, not hurt them.
Boys I am, or was, a Mastermarksman and shooting 5 short, fat, small town policemen,
would take 30 seconds trigger time, I thought about it and I still may,
but I also thought to myself:
"Self, am I an author or not."
So {this is in the book too}
5. I sat at my computer 18 hours a day for a year.
I thought about writing the letters in bed, cooking my food,
I didn't think about anything else.
Included are the letters I wrote that got 5 small town cops thrown in prison
for a total of 496.5 years.
6. Included are the actual letters I wrote to the Rangers, the DA,
the Attorney General in Austin, and FBI.
Now I am waiting for the trial in order to write the trial chapter.
The stories I mentioned are stories about my hounds and how I loved them.
About trapping, hunting and all the years on the trail and the trapline.
Showing my mindset and who I am and giving the reader a glimpse inside my mind.
So to realize how I, being a hunter, managed to survive three murder attempts.
Turned the tables on them and killed the 5 cops who tried to kill me,
doing their job for them.
They messed with the wrong man.
I am a trapper and I sensed a trap.
And one 'can't trap' a trapper.
Thank you...
{blindhari and Pat/Rick for believing in me}
Jack the Knife
J. Winters von Knife