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 First I went to the FBI in New Haven, but they directed me to seek local   assistance for protection.  And so, the following day March 1, 2013, I naively
 went alone to the local authorities. 

 I was already upset and nervous about seeking help for the whole "stalking"   situation.  But little could I have imagined that in reaching out for assistance,   guidance and protection my naive trust was to create a more alarming   situation!  More shocks of a lifetime ensued.  Rather than respectfully
 listening and talking me through my story, a barrage of random questions​
 were asked.  This technique did not seem like an efficient way for establishing
 the chronological sequence for numerous stalking occurrences. 
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 I remember asking if this interaction was being recorded.  The interviewer
 slightly & slowly nodded his head--and I thought there was no truth there.  
 My trust really took a nose-dive at that point, and I remember not really   trusting anything in my presence from there on in.  I remember that my lips   even began to involuntarily tremble as they never had before.  I remember  
 thinking that this "hit-or-miss" approach was going to get nowhere fast.

 No explanation was given to me as to what was happening.  In less than an hour,   and with a severely weakened trust, I followed the two authorities down the hall   and to the outside of the building.  I was led outside to what I thought was going
 to be an inspection of the sensor in my vehicle. 

 Instead, I was walked out 20 feet from my car to a corner of the building where   there awaited an ambulance!  I went into further disbelief when my wrists were   unexpectedly grabbed and held out to my sides.  When taken so unawares, so   startled and so shocked, an involuntary survival "fight-or-fight" instinct to   danger emerged.  I physically struggled, surprising even myself.  I cursed over &
 over, surprising even myself.  I wanted with all my being to run away from them! 

​ I horrifyingly realized my life was in the presence of dangerous incompetence!   
​ It became so abhorrently crystal clear for sure--I could no longer trust those
 whom I was taught to trust.
​ (* Update below 5-2018!!! )
​ (** A Comment on the George Floyd Situation--6-2020.)    
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  After recognizing no one cared a nickel about what I came for or what I was trying to say, I became acutely aware that
  my response could be considered combative.  As I calmed down, I realized I had only myself to trust--somebody had to 
  be strong enough to prevent the scenario from escalating!  My safety was in my own hands with my survival hinged on
  "playing-the-ball-game" and complying.  Even if by that time they had recognized there was a mistake, it was too late 
  for them to back-pedal, admit it or apologize. 

  In hindsight, at least they could have humored me.  After all, my office-building was less than two miles away and upon
  inspection it would have been evident what I had been talking about.  In addition, witnesses could have been contacted
  and spoken to immediately.  Let's not even address the nonprofessional dangerously deceptive behavior of the authority
  figures during the next two days, who also showed an appalling lack of discernment and respect.  Even more appalling
  was the fact that no one cared that my office was open-for-business, and patients were arriving for appointments!!! 

 When I went to pick up my vehicle at the same building in five days, it   had not been moved.  The first thing I did was pull off the fusebox cover. 
 I could not believe that the tracking-sensor, wired from the panel to under
 the hood to under the driver-side bumper, was intact and undisturbed! 
 In addition, I could not believe the inside of my dental office-building had   been tampered with again during those five days, making it obvious that   little effort had been made to watch over it during this absence.

 On June 19, 2013, I returned to the FBI in New Haven.  I informed the   agents that I had followed their instructions to seek local protection, but   that it had been only futile.  There had been no protection, help or respect   --but only ineptness resulting in additional trauma in my having done so.
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Diagonal picture of 'MUSCLES' sitting on couch--' I thought I was the only one who doesn't know ' I thought I was the only one who doesn't know "sit" !! '
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The year continued as a disappointing surreal nightmarish reality.  I attempted to
 verbally contact several state agencies which work on behalf of citizens, including
 one senator's office.  At best I was I was told that "it was quite an interesting
 story".  Repeatedly I was instructed to "write everything down", "send it in", and   eventually they would "get to it".  Persons in crisis or trauma can hardly bring   themselves to call for needed help, much less "write" to everyone about it! 

 People were dismayed at what happened, but little effort beyond that was made   to help or get involved.  I sought legal help, but my case would not be considered   serious enough to warrant anybody's time, effort, risk or uncertain monetary   gain!  I began to realize that we had developed so many laws & had acquired so   many attorneys, but that we had paradoxically lost any true common sense for   justice (and certainly for common courtesy) at all levels! 

 I sadly became aware that there were no avenues for   mediating justice unless I was a millionare, maimed   or dead!!                                                                                                         
                                                                     Pinch Me, Is This Real?

 Oh, stop--it doesn't end there!!  Because I had not been "physically" hurt, the best
 legal advice offered was to submit a written complaint about the incidences.  So 
 just about a year later on February 3, 2014 (still contending with my circumstances),
 I went to pick up a complaint-form.  I was given a form after a request for my name
 and address.  I explained that I would not fill it out yet, but would think about it. 
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 Less than two hours later that same day, there was banging at my home door.  Now
 I was being "checked-up" on, and accused of having said that the FBI was "bugging"
 me.  I replied that the FBI was not "bugging" me, but that I had "gone" to the FBI!
 I was thinking--"my God!  It's a year later and still their facts aren't right!  No truth
 can be correctly discerned going at it like this!  What does it take to stop, listen   and not spin-a-tale on a word?  How are any investigations conducted accurately
 with such fabrications?"                        
Aerial picture of 'MUSCLES' with his right ear flown up--' This give
' This gives "spinning-a-tail" a whole new meaning! '
 I felt like saying--"where are your swastikas?", but I didn't dare.  So much for my civil rights again!!  Instead of acknow-
 ledging and learning from the mistakes made the previous year, still there were no concerns about truth and justice and
 protection again!  Two days later I received a letter that the state level had been notified.  Now it had progressed from a   comedy-of-errors to a real comedy-of-incompetence.   
Closeup picture of 'MUSCLES' with face peeking from under a blanket--' Even I feel like hiding under the covers....'
' I feel like hiding under the covers cuz'......
Very closeup of 'MUSCLES' face & muzzle--' All this crazy human drama
......all this crazy human drama "FUZZLES-THE-MUZZLE"! '
Closeup of 'MUSCLES' head & right side of body--'People make big messes--Doggies make good
' People make big messes--Doggies make good "scents" '
Closeup of 'MUSCLES' with leopard-glasses on--'Even I know wrong tails are waggin' the wrong dog here! '
' You don't have to have a dog's sense to smell a big FAUX-"PAW" here! '
The following 7-8 months were tied up in retrieving medical records and reliving
the whole debacle again and again.  I had to explain the ever-growing-already-
complicated-story starting with the vandalization of my dental office-building.   
I had to clarify that I had sought advice, protection and assistance for the stalking, but only received these more damaging pathetic results. 

Apparently by not taking the care and time to carefully listen to the full story the year before, there had been an impetuous interpretation of a few words in wrong context.  Apparently without exercising prudence or an accurate discernment, there had been a hasty dismissal of me with a dangerous judgment of "delusions
and hallucinating"!  Of course any other accusations were dispelled with clean urine and blood results in the history.  And all of this concocted from a few notes taken on a yellow legal pad by the interviewer---a 1-1/2 line sentence on-the-top of the page, and 3 little diagonally jotted words on the lower-left-corner of it! 
  It made me shudder to think that our nation had sunk to this level, and that such errant actions did not require account-    ability--or worse had become excusable!  Oh my God, this whole episode does make me feel much more protected and
  safe in this country now!---Thank you!! 

​  Four times during the summer of 2015, my home kitchen window was opened from the outside in my absence. 
  I suspected the same perpetrator(s?) as before.  When persons suggested that I try reaching out for protection again,
  I just couldn't trust or take the notion seriously anymore. 
  Who wants to ride in an ambulance, or deal with such useless nonsense again?
     *  Update 5-2018!!   A video camera has finally been placed in the southwest corner of the building sometime
                                            in April or May 2018!!  Previously, this corner was the only corner of the building that had
                                            no camera.  This location is where the ambulance was brought in--and there had only been
                                            dangling wires there until this year!!!  Hopefully, it's an "operable" camera!!!  

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