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 I was contacted outrightly. It's the Courts. My Dad did his taxes. I am aware that taxes are automatically levied. W-2's are worth the time. I really respected my Dad. My Dad was a blue-collar worker. For 40 years, approximately. It's true. Everybody was doing what they were supposed to for the most part. It's impossible to be perfect, & know every single thing that's going on. My family was telling lies, committing fraud, assaulting us, raping us, conning us, & outrightly condemning us. We don't have precious prostitutes. It's retard shit with all of this allegation, accusations, & lies from these prostitutes & failures. That is the source of this. What's not to understand here? You don't imply a knowledge for me to be under the impression of & expect for me to actually, already, & still know about some trick or felony they did & connotated, annotated, attached, connected, & tied me to. Why does this retard shit go on? They know nothing, they're capable of nothing, & you're just cool, good, tight, & in-close with them for life or something. It's retard shit. Why do I always speak to fools? It's time to slam these prostitutes bars shut. They're not innocent. They aren't truthful. They aren't righteous. They aren't holy. What's good about them? A family totem pole? You're soliciting prostitutes. Goddamn all this! If I didn't talk to them, & my Dad didn't talk to them, we wouldn't know they're abominations. Why is Tonya allowed to run outside & get pregnant? Why is Jeff going to run outside, trip, & crack his neck? Gas for fuel, for sex, for oil. Unautonomous vehicles driving around with prostitutes. 411. "Unautonomous vehicles?" Why is a vehicle autonomous? Because you drive it. Pat dropped the car off in an alley. Bad police work. This is Judgement day. I don't need to be raped, assaulted, murdered, euthanized, imprisoned, fined, degernated, disrespected, condemned, damned, insulted, cited, or misunderstood. No convictions. Not even an NGRI. I was not found NGRI. It's time to actually be hospitalized in a mental health prison for life for them. What do they do? Call 911 all day? How would I know? That's what they're doing. I don't have problems until the police show up & shoot me down. Why does this work? Why is this judgement day? Say something different it's what? What does this mean? "Phil's fault." Here's my social security number. It needs to be scanned. Without a scan the social security number don't work on a phone. The Credit Report doesn't work without a federal identification. My accounts have only been compromised a couple of times. I don't know what retard shit people are doing in this nation & in this world. Can I see a doctor? Can I have a lawful identification of a preexisting U.S. birth? I do. Already. I don't do anything wrong until you show up & shoot me down. It's on computer nods. Use a floppy disc. It has to be integrated to the junkyard, humorously remarking. I fiercely & relentlessly defended my Dad. He's at work. He's at home. We shouldn't be having these problems. Phillip Jay Taylor is I.W.M. Industrial Cooking. Flawless & Immaculate Cleaning. Durable Mechanics. Invulnerable Carpentry. Industrial Electrical. Immaculate Sewage. Sewage is still filthy. Marshaled, Disciplined, Conscripted, rigorous-exercise. This stuff is getting crazy. You got the buy junk to sell junk to make junk system going on. It has to cease. I do want my house. My Dad & I clearly live there. It's unnegatable. Lee, my Dad & Father, is welcome back. They're mobbing, rushing, & now they're ransacking the house. My Dad is capable of enduring their retard shit. We want them to piss off. I can handle Lee's retirement outbursts. He got sick. He does have to stay away from them. They're going to kill us if they don't stay back. This isn't corrupt, it's retard shit. This Police & Court isn't corrupt, the police especially outside Garden City is the greatest fucking retard shit I've ever dealt with. I don't talk to you. I don't do anything wrong. I accept the Police, Social Security, & Spiritual Ward of my only adult residence. Lee & aren't going to have problems unless it's a medical emergency. I'm ready to take care of an adult-life to the grit & bear of the teeth. It's getting ridiculous. Prostitutes are showing me up. They don't do shit. It's not allowed. They aren't that good at anything. I just want my Dad, house, & necessities back. God gives us more than bread. It's evident. This isn't hard to accommodate. When we speak, it just has to be done. We aren't zooming back & forth & shit. It's irrational, illogical, nonsensible, nonfactual, & an immediate set-up for some fucking retard-shit set-up. If I'm not convicted it's stupid to talk about. You're laughing about killing & raping kids & shit. I'm not.