Many of you know I was turned down for Disability in the ultimate wisdom of our great system which eventually screws us all ~chuckles~.

 

I wrote a letter to my Govenor, NORML, ACLU and CNN...I am explaining some things that may put my family in jeopardy, but I only care about vengeance and retribution now and any government official coming to my door for any reason better be locked and loaded ~smiles~.

 

I know some of you are probably telling me to get over it in your minds, but when the alternative is hurting innocents that is not a viable option for me, so without further ado here is the letter I wrote...let us pray it doesn't fall upon deaf ears ~smiles~.

 

To Whomever Cares,

I don't know how to write this letter to the point, and without historical reference, so here goes my last letter to the world!

I have been violent since I was a child, if one looks at my school records they will see nothing but suspensions, punishment, and creating riots (literally).  I have a gift to rally angry people against whatever establishment was wrong at the time.  This started in early elementary school and I ended at High School when I was expulsed from school for starting a three school riot at Santana High School, which now has armed guards and metal detectors.

I learned several martial arts in Guam with Judo, Taekwando, and Aikido being my favorites.  By 1986 I was a master of the Martial Arts and helped teach it in El Cajon, California in the 80's briefly.

When I lived in Santee I got into a lot of trouble with the law, including several concealed weapons and controlled substance charges.  If one were to look at my public records, one would probably ask themselves why I never did any time compared to the crimes I committed, you would be wise to ask why!

In 1986 I was trained by the School of the Americas in Lakeside, California (Airborne Rangers from Ft. Bragg) to ensure security over the Blue Sky Ranch Meth Operation.  You see because of my connections at the time with Meth, bikers, Mexican Mafia, etc. it seemed that some government agency wanted us to make meth for them, so they trained us as guerillas to teach people they sent in from Mexico how to make Methamphetamines.  All our equipments, chemicals (ether, R11,etc.) were all shipped in government vehicles with plain white wrappers.

If you were to look at the rent receipts and paper trail of the Blue Sky Ranch you would see that a very special person of interest was living on the property with me.  He happened to be a Class 2 machine gun dealer that supplied us with AK-47's and converted AR-15's.

I won't go into that anymore even under interrogation, as it is merely a backdrop for the present I will discuss in a few minutes.  I have given you names of places and properties, if you want to dig up the Hell that happened there you are more than welcome to, but don't expect me to engage in it, as my family has already been threatened by the men in black.  They also said they would humiliate me until I commit suicide, so in the interest of my families safety and my dignity you can understand why I don't want to play hardball with such powerful and invisible forces!!!

At the end of 88' or 89' (I can't remember now) they were going to arrest us or kill us, but we all left and disappeared for several years.  I had written the FBI a letter around 89' telling them I had written a full biography of our existence with names, dates, organizations and geographies.  I told them there was so much information it would be quite a mess for them to explain to the news.  I had hitchhiked up to Spokane, Washington and decided to live a normal life free of government sleaziness and near death experiences daily!

I had done some serious heinous crimes to protect our little secret in Lakeside, California, some of them the cause of my mental illnesses. I went form having cars, motorcycles, money, women, to being a slave basically, but I was OK with that!

All my past caused several problems dealing with society.  I am fortunate that I have not been to jail or prison in Spokane, Washington.  I am known for my violent nature when invoked and resolving situation with violence, albeit in my criminal activities violence was a boon!  Many people including employers in Spokane can attest to my violence!  My last two bosses I tried to kill, fortunately for them I was obese and out of shape so they could outrun me, but they knew if I got a hold of them Intensive Care Unit would be their next stop.

I worked for several years and got into fights with employees and employers.  I could keep a job for about two years or so before I finally got sick of the way things were done and the good ole boy dick sucking attitude at various crap jobs, so I went to college.

I had quit methamphetamines since I had left San Diego back in the late 80's.  I ran into a guy at Spokane Community College named Tim Beal.  His family was a wealthy prosthetic doctor who helped make the parts.  Tim was working on taking over the family business.  Tim had connections in Yakima and I started dumping a quarter pound or more of Marijuana a day for him at the college and to others I had met in Spokane.

We made so much money we got a Lexus and quit college.  We got hooked up with some feelers for the Mexican Mafia in Yakima, Washington.  We were driving the Lexus down to Yakima and back every other day to buy pounds of the crap from the same people I taught to make it back in the 80's.  It's a small world isn't it?!

Tim Beal finally went insane with the mafia complex and was arrested for waving his 9mm around in public for a debt that was owed to him.  I knew he had lost his mind, so I left him but kept many of the connections.

I had gotten married and we had a son that was two by now.  My son was raised for the first two years on television while watching his father slam ounces of amphetamines a day.  I lived on the 7200 block of East Harrington.  The neighbors tried several times to get rid of us because of gunfire, violence and just all around creepy shit to the normal law abiding citizen.  The cops couldn't do a damn thing, so all the neighbors eventually moved out of the area for fear of their lives.

I had a moment of clarity and realized I didn't want my son living around this kind of existence, and I knew the shady people I was dealing with like Ghost Riders, Gypsy Jokers, etc. It was just a matter of time before something went wrong and someone didn't have the money or drugs.  I didn't want my kid to grow up with the stigma of having a dirt bag father who was a lowlife drug dealer!

I went to treatment and joined Narcotics Anonymous.  I was there for 5.5 years.  I still got into fights all the time and would gladly knock the crap out of someone I thought disrespectful or lame.  I worked at White's Boots during this time, but my health started to decline, and since I wasn't on methamphetamines I got morbidly obese and put on one hundred and fifty pounds during this time.  I was busy staying clean and trying to make a better life for my child, but the things of my past and the fifteen years of shooting meth amphetamines had broken me.  My boss at the time Earl Wissman was told to fire me because I was missing so much work.

At that time the doctors have listed as having Deep Vein Thrombosis, which is terminal and progressive, I also have Fibromyalgia, chronic lower disk degeneration, unexplained stomach bleeding (for 3 years), Hidradentitis Suppurivita, MRSA, and an unexplained immune deficiency syndrome that I keep getting infections and pneumonia from!!!

Since they were a good Christian organization in their infinite wisdom they decided the Christian thing to do would be to fire me!  Earl got away from me but not before I completely destroyed his office and everything in it!!!

I thought I would go to Computer Tech School and get educated and start my own business.  I would be a self-made man and no one could piss me off, I would be the boss!  I went to Interface Computer School in Spokane and was on the honors list, everyone was so nice I never had a problem with anyone EVER!  I thought this was a new beginning that my wrath was under control.  I had this old WWll Marine who kept calling me a thief and liar, but the truth was the guy was a complete idiot and probably shouldn't have even owned a computer.  I almost killed him, fortunately I just destroyed the phone and part of the wall.  I had to quit my business before I hurt someone!!!

I was working at Pizza Pipeline at this same time delivering pizza.  I had gotten in trouble once or twice for fighting during my work hours, but I was such a good driver they overlooked most my criminal and medical problems.  One day a corporate big wig raised his hand to me in authority and called me a liar, fortunately for him he was skinny and ran far away from me before I could kill him.  You can ask the witnesses that saw it.  I moved a huge garbage bin several feet that must of weighed thousands of pounds(my IERD surges adrenaline through my body), needless to say I was fired, but again the cops didn't do anything they just wrote an officer 86'd  report, so I wasn't allowed at Pizza Pipeline again…
This is when I applied for Disability Social Security.  I was sure I could get it on just my physical ailments because I have known several people who had in the past.  I never wanted to take any help from the government, as a matter of fact after the San Diego incident with the meth lab and how the cowards were making us expendable I didn't want anything to do with the government ever again for ANY REASON!!!  But I had a family now, and with a little girl to boot!

I fought for 3 years, after my first decline I got a lawyer and told him the whole story (Robert Milhelm), so he made me go to my psychologist (one of the best in the country) for an evaluation, testing and diagnosis.  I did this for the next 18 months.  I didn't want to be known that I was crazy.  I AM A CONCEALED WEAPONS PERMIT HOLDER!!! I am an avid shooter and didn't want to lose my rights to own my handguns and shoot targets.  I can shoot the eye out of a rat at a thousand yards!  But I did do it thinking and following the advice of my lawyer.

I was diagnosed with Severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Intermittent Explosive Rage Disorder, which causes me to not be myself and basically lose control of my mind and body while I kill someone.  The judge thought I needed more testing because after 18 months of dealing with one quack it wouldn't be enough, so because they didn't respect his decision they thought they would have one of their own quacks test and interview me for one day and make their judgment on that!!!  Even though my friend Christina Stone just got her's shortly before for Hidradenitis Suppurvita and moderate anxiety?!?!

Their psychologist told them DO NOT LET HIM WORK!  My psychologist said DON"T LET HIM WORK.  The occupational therapist said "HE IS NOT CAPABLE OF DEALING WITH SOCEITY AT WORK"!

However the judge in his almighty wisdom and bias decided to decline me.  My lawyer being the greedy self-serving bastard he is said to basically give it up it's not with his time anymore.  He also couldn't believe the judges judgment on this case!!!

A couple months ago we were in a Costco parking lot and some asshole stole my space.  I honked at him to tell him and he knew, so he flipped me off, luckily for the piece of shit my wife was driving (because she knows it is safer) so she got me away from the situation, but could have killed a family as she peeled out like a drag car racer in a store parking lot, if I had gotten to the guy I would have probably broken his window and rubbed his throat on the broken glass!!!  At the very least he would have found himself in intensive care like many before him!!!

I isolate myself in my house to protect people from me, and to protect my family unit so my kids can grow up with their father!

This judge in his infinite wisdom has just made my family financially bankrupt.  We can't live like a normal middle class family we have gone from making a lot of money to being dirt poor and living in a low income apartment, now that I have been shot down by the same bastards I pay taxes too (oh by the way I will not ever pay taxes again…you don't do anything for me) for the last twenty - five years when I was working in between crimes.

Now I ask you, do you want me working for you?  When you see I have no work experience because I have tried to kill my last two bosses are you going to hire me?

You tell me to never lie and to try and be a good person, yet when I go to your work source program your instructors tell us to blatantly lie to make ourselves look good to hide our bad past!!!

My schism comes from your hypocrisy!!!

I can't work…you won't give me any money despite my case being far worse than others for whatever lame bias reason you small minded panel decided on…was it the Marijuana?  It was legally authorized for my physical disabilities, and was recommended by my psychologist, only because he can't prescribe medications, and because other psychotropic medicines made me worse!

I have been on Thorazine, Melalril, Stellazine and Welbutrine and all of them made me more violent than ever…my clean period when I wasn't smoking pot I was in more trouble than when I was shooting meth, so I will continue to smoke Marijuana and have joined NORML too.  Many of my friends, associates, and neighbors have changed their entire opinions on Marijuana because they have seen me off it and on it and much prefer me on it!  I don't smoke much between 1-2 grams a day!  The only other thing that worked was Valium, but I don't like the feeling of being drunk and rarely drink.

My father who was retired from the Navy and a hardcore republican drug warrior has changed his opinions as well and is now even angry with the government he worked for over 22 years.  He firmly believes that all drugs should be legalized now and that the government is playing a game!  Wow, how does that happen?!  He must have seen something that changed his mind?

Since I have started smoking Marijuana I have been doing Cardio 6 days a week and lifting weights…I am getting healthier physically but still suffer from many of the physical ailments I always have.  I just got a blood clot a few weeks ago!

Here is the bottom line:  I can't work and if I do I may kill someone and go to prison which isn't good for my family or me!  My family doesn't have enough money to live well.  We are just a few thousand over the poverty line and with gas and inflation moving up like thieves, it is getting harder and harder!

I may run out of money to buy my pot and God forbid that happen at a weak moment because if I am going to do something it is going to be very big like nuclear or mass murder big…and it won't be innocents it will be everyone involved in me and my family's demise…

So you are the last stone that has not been unturned.  I would hope that you actually read this letter with your own eyes, as I will be sending it to the ACLU, NORML, CNN and anyone else I can think of that would have an interest in it, especially around election time.

My aunt told me that her friend was denied disability and she wrote a letter to her governor explaining the situation.  The governor made it so she now has disability, so my hope is your intelligence, common sense, and heart will make you do the right thing because I don't want to hurt anyone and I don't want die or go to prison, however I can feel that craziness boiling up in the back of my soul and mind, so please at least let me know you read this with you own eyes because I have completely lost faith in God, Humanity, and the goodness that America once stood for!!!

Sincerely,
Reverend Adam Summerhill

I got lots of stuff to write about!

 

I put a photo album of our last trip to Oregon Coast a couple weeks ago.  We stayed in Newport, Oregon.

 

My dad was in the NAVY, so I know a lot about the ocean, so it was awesome to take the kids there and let them play on the beach, tidal pools,visit aquariums, OSU Science Center, Seal Caves, etc.  I got pictures of all the good stuff! ~smiles~.

 

Let’s go with the bad news first!

 

The government in all its glory and wisdom has decided not to give me my disability after 3 long hard fought years, just because I smoke pot…Even though there has been much research on Marijuana and the ability to help me with my diseases…So they have forced me to go to work for someone and I’ll probably end up killing them, oh well why should the judge worry?  He won’t lose any sleep at night, so I thought I would kill him…He should be praising God every night that I have a 6 year old girl that brings me to my senses sometimes, but she won’t be young forever ~grins~.

 

On to the good news!  Because there is so much of it:

 

Most of you remember last year I was laying on my death bed with 3 terminal illnesses and a couple of violent mental illnesses too ~chuckles~.

 

If you also remember I bought a Bowflex last year and have been religiously pumping weights ever since, but wait it gets better!!!  I started doing some indoor aerobics because the weather doesn’t allow year round exercise outside here in Spokane ~chuckles~.  I did that for this last year as well…

 

My last doctor check up (and you all know how I hate them idiot doctors) they can’t find my Deep Vein Thrombosis…I actually went in because of a blood clot, but it was superficial and not at risk of pulmonary embolism.  They have no idea where my DVT is since they said it was progressive and incurable ~snickers~.  Once again doctors are idiots and wrong on so many levels ~grins~.

 

My IDS is still around but I haven’t been sick in a whole year!!!  I still get the infections related to it.  My last one being a nasty prostate infection, but the infections are getting further apart.

 

A new development has occurred though, they believe I might have Multiple Sclerosis, but I am unable to do MRI’s because I am violently allergic to contrast dyes, so other than being weak and in pain sometimes it doesn’t really bother me ~smiles~.

 

Last year I was barely able to get from my living room to my bedroom without being in severe pain, or having a heart attack or stroke.  I still get TIA’s (mini strokes) I had one the other day, but I recovered from it quite quickly unlike the days of old!

 

You probably remember when I went on an 18 mile backpack trip that hospitalized me and put me on bed rest for a few weeks ~chuckles~.  I wanted to die in the woods and thought I would, but as my heart was spasming and I was oh so close to the light I saw my little girl and I knew I couldn’t just let myself die!  If you want to know whether you really want to die or not try it, if there is someone or something that means something to you it will show itself, just make sure your not past the halfway point ~chuckles~.

 

A couple weeks ago we went to the Oregon Coast and I was running up and down cliffs, stairs, and was sprinting on the beach for over 100 yards with my kite ~grins~.  I left my kids in the dust I am getting so healthy!

 

Today I am making healthier choices….I weight lift and do Cardio 6 days a week.  I am burning over 6000 calories a week now…I use a heart rate monitor from Polar (F11) which programs my cardio and does a lot of bells and whistles, I just bought a really nice Salter food scale.

 

Because I workout so hard I get to eat 2400-2800 calories a day and still lose 4 pounds a week!!!

 

You guys probably remember that I was almost up to 400 pounds, well I am down to 317 and by June of 09’ I will be down to 200 or less, just in time for our 2^nd Cruise to Alaska where I plan on doing some kayaking and glacier climbing!!!

 

I am having some minor marital problems, but I am sure they will work themselves out as they always do ~smiles~.

 

The wife is resentful of me now because I have passed her in weight (I know never assume a woman’s weight or talk about it ~snickers~) and she was incapable of doing some really fun activities in Oregon because of that…I could see her sadness in her eyes…I know she doesn’t want to be unhealthy but uses the same excuses everyone uses…I don’t have any time she says ~chuckles~.  I guess we don’t all have the willpower that my wife says I possess ~shrugs~.

 

Well she has time to play video games for 4 hours a night, and 2 hours of TV…I know that we all have to grieve, deny, accept and then do something, but man it sure seems harder with all the problems I have had to overcome, to hear someone else whining ~chuckles~.  Oh no I’m an elitist! ~cringes~.

 

She use to always want me to cut my beard and hair, now all of sudden she doesn’t…I am thinking now she is in the make me as unattractive to the other sex as possible, since I am already a major flirter and have never really been the most faithful person in the world ~chuckles~, so she is in save her man mode…she doesn’t need to be because she is the most beautiful woman in the world too me and I would never ever leave her regardless of how big she got or how many hotties are flirting with me ~chuckles~, but I guess even though I tell her that in her mind something else is going on ~chuckles~.

 

I know I have been away for a long time, but I have been rebuilding myself and needing that time to meditate, workout, take care of kids, etc.  I was spending way too much time on here crying, whining, and laughing with the rest of ya…

 

I miss you guys, but the hermit plan has prevailed and I am once again in charge of my health, my mind, and my eternal soul!

 

Love,

Adam