Friday, March 20, 2015

And, no, i do not want to meet anyone........neither the pres......his wife........no one............i am leaving at the 1st possible chance to South Korea to be a Zen monk,,,,,,,,,,,and i am never coming back here so long as i live....................Bruce B,,,,,,,,,,a former student of mine.......told me to stay in Dc a little bit longer...........i have to...................as no one will let me leave.......................i would like to say goodbye to my daughter........Adrianna...........but even that seems impossible to arrange.......i dont want a single reward....................no matter how great or small...............and if my name is on anything.............take it off...............all i want are college transcripts............divorce paperwork........for both........i am still legally married,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but as u need money to even file for a divorce in this pathetic excuse for a country............and u idiots have shattered apart my life........i have yet to file............i need a new passport.........and anything else necessary........


B/c of his job with American Airlines.........Dave and I could fly standby.........and the two of us would visit him.............twice or maybe 3 times..........when he still lived in an A frame house in Half Moon Bay, Ca....................we also visited him, his 2nd wife, etc............when they lived in Euless, Texas............and he would take us to see his parents in Paradise, Ca............and once to Minnesota........to some uncles of his..........he was born in Iowa.............as well as his parents were...........














Friday, March 20, 2015

Should read.........my parents met........................he lived in Northern California..............graduated from UC Berkley..............was the son of an Engish teacher........Virgil Williams........who passed in the late 1980s..............my father, Bruce, remarried, a Joan............who was from the San Fran, Ca area................they moved,,,,,,,,,with her two daughters to the Ft Worth, Dallas, Texas area..........b/c of his job with American Airlines...................................in the early 1980s.................or so.......







My parents actually me in Maryland.............my father was a logistics officer..........enlisted.........in Army intel..........in the Vietnam war............stationed at Ft. Meade, MD.............my mother lived on Adelphi Rd........in Hyatesville, MD............she went to North Western high school....................they got married in the mid 60s at United Methodist church..............in Hyatesville.............almost right across the street from Pg plaza...........my maternal grandmother would bring Dave and i to church there..........and then go to Pg plaza...........on Saturdays we would go to the museums in DC.............on Sunday afternoons...............all 4 of us would drive back to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware..........my maternal grandparents and Dave and i........

I will give a broad over view and then go to the specific details...........

I was born Ramsey Paul Williams.........on May the 10th.............1971..........in Daily City, CA..........my parents lived in Pacifica, CA.........on Crespi drive................it was a Monday.......my mother told me i was born at 145 am...........on a full moon..........


I could care less what u idiots think of me at this point..........and it is clear to me that there will never be justice in my case...........so i will think of all the wrong everyone has done to me in my now 43 years of life...........i am almost 44.........will be on May the 10th..................and give the full story of my life so maybe my daughter will not think poorly of me.............she is probably confused at all the stories everyone has told her...............i am going to name names..............of everyone i can think of..........u people are not listening to me..........and the only time u do listen is when u want something from me............i am not your mfn slave.................

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