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THE NIGHT I GOT CAR-JACKED
The other evening while driving home I received a page on my pager. The page was a 911 page, as you probably already know, when somebody wants to get a hold of you right away they will put a 911 behind their phone number. At this time I didn't have a mobile phone. I had just purchased a Jaguar automobile and even though it didn't have a cellular phone, I had no plans to get one. Those plans soon changed after this night.
I pulled the Jag over to a pay phone located in California where I live. I have to pass through the city Of La Puente which is on the way to my route home. Dialing the number I earnestyl waited for somebody to pick up the other end of the phone. It was a friend of mine, I had just recently met her and we had become great pals. She was crying uncontrollably and I let her have a good cry so she could get enough strength to tell me what happened. She then began telling me that she drove her blazer automobile over her little puppy that she and her roomate had just bought less than a week ago. She described how it happened in vivid detail and believe you me - it wasn't a pretty story. 
I do not know what made me do this - I honestly don't, but for some reason I felt compelled to look over my right shoulder. When I did this I noticed two hispanic men running towards me with a pistol! Without even time to think I sprang into action and immediatly ran backwards as fast as I could never taking my eyes off of them. The hispanic man that was closer to me started yelling at me with the gun pointed at my head area. He started yelling profanities taunting me to give him the fuckin keys! 
I lied and told him please don't shoot me they are in the car! I then made a risky move but turned and ran as fast as I could into the liquor store that was nearby. I waited for the pain as the bullet went into my skin. Thoughts of all my life rushed through my mind, just like they say happens to you when your are about to be close to death. I made it into the store unaware of I was shot but I was 99% sure I wasn't as I felt no pain. I told the people there to call 911 as I had just been attempted car jacked!
They hurried and dialed the police and the police were there in 4 minutes. They didn't catch the car jackers and the police just wanted to leave. I told them that their fingerprints were all over my car window and car door. I had to actually beg them to follow up on the crime. This is a major problem in my opinion. If the police would take the time to stop the small crimes (not that pointing a gun at me and attempting to steal my car is a small crime) the criminals wouldn't take the next step up to the more serious crimes.
I have a great deal of respect for the law, the police (I don't think they get paid enough!) and our court system. It is the best in the world. But now things are changing. Innocent citizens like you and I are starting to be attacked more often now. You yourself have probably been a victim of a crime or at least one of your loved ones has. This hasn't always been this way. It's getting worse. I feel that if it's legal in your state and if you are of age, you should go buy a gun. Even Jesus told his disciples go sell your cloak and purchase a sword (don't believe me check!).
Now Jesus didn't say go on a shooting spree, but he knew that a person well defended is a person better off....in this life. I purchased a gun and now I always keep it in my car. Where I live in California your not allowed to have it loaded in the vehicle and you have to keep the bullets separate from the gun. The gun also has to be in plain sight - that is, it cannot be concealed. 
In California, at the time of this writing Jan1, 1995, there are very, very strict gun laws. You can't even get a permit to carry a concealed weapon here, even if you have a high risk job.
About the only people that can carry concealed weapons are Law enforcement agencies. Last night I was coming back to my office and my car was in the shop getting tuned up. I was driving my dads Ford pick up truck down to the Suicide Prevention Center tonight, and ever since the car-jacking, I didn't want to drive my Jaguar in bad areas. The Suicide Prevention Center is down by Normandy street in Los Angeles. Everybody in the United States is familiar with Reginald Denny - the famous truck driver who was beat up during the Los Angeles riots. This is the same neighborhood and streets I have to drive through to get to the center.
I don't care how afraid you are of guns, and it doesn't matter whou you are. If you have a gun pointed at your head and you know that you are going to be killed your afraid. I thank God that I wasn't shot at. Now I feel like I have a new lease on life! Take a lesson from me, protect yourself by buying a gun. This country of ours was won by people with guns. Guns are very good weapons of good or they can be very bad weapons of evil. It is the man that wields it that determines it.
A turn of events....
Last night while driving to the gas station to fill the truck up with gas, I pondered on the evening and what it would bring. There was wildness in the air! People were driving all crazy and there was a party atmosphere in the air. Cops were all out everywhere and everytime I see a cop I can't help but remember the time I got car-jacked. But this night 
did not want me going to the suicide center. The police department had other plans for me......
After leaving the gas station which was just a hop skip and a jump from my office where I work as a real estate agent, I noticed there was a police car behind me. I have a clean record and I have never even been arrested for anything and since I wasn't speeding I wondered why the police car was riding me so close. Pulling into my real estate office parking lot he turned the lights on to pull me over and I stepped out of the truck. I was wearing a black suit and a black jacket that goes all the way down past your knee, sort of like what Clint Eastwood wears in his cowboy movies.
The police looked scared since I got out of my vehicle but I didn't get out to talk to them I was getting out to go inside my office. I was going to lock up everything, go home, have a nice meal and then hit the road to the suicide center. The policemen came over to me and asked their usual questions, have you been drinking, do you have any narcotics, etc.. They then began to give me the alchohol test and I really didn't have the time for that as it was going to mess up my schedule. Cops aren't too concerned with our schedules so I told the cop talking to me that he could just give me the breath test (most cops in California have a little plastic machine that they keep in their car - by breathing into this device it registers alcohol on your breath.) and I will fully give them permission to give me this. This would save me all that time doing the standing on one leg thing like the Karate kid, and all that.
He said he didn't have that machine and he began giving me the test. He only did the finger to the nose thing and I did it perfectly of course. Seeing that I wasn't drunk or under the influence I was somewhat surprised when he asked me if I had ever done narcotics. I said no. He asked me if I was sure? I told him, I think it's something that I would know. (Stupid move on my part) He then saw the gun I had in the truck. Opening the door and taking it out of the vehicle he noticed that there were no bullets in it. He asked me where the bullets where. I told them they were in a case behind my seat. You see, in a truck you are allowed to put the bullets behind the seat as there is no trunk obviously.
He then asked me again if I had ever done narcotics. Of course I said no. I counted that he asked this question 7 times - no kidding. The two copys then told me that this isn't Kansas and we hate this (referring to people having guns) type of stuff. I am a very nice guy myself and even though they were hassling me I have no ego problem and no chip on my shoulder against anybody - not even these 2 cops who seemed pissed off for some reason. I then told them the story of how I had got carjacked at gun point and while I was saying this the other cop that was going through my dads truck interrupted and asked "what is this book doing here on suicide?" I knew what he was thinking - the gun -the book on suicide. It was kind of funny and I laughed on the inside. My laughter on the inside was soon turned to confusion as the one cop told me to put my hands above my head.
They ended up putting handcuffs on me and then put me in the back of the police car. As you probably have already deduced by reading this book, alot of unusual things happen in my life. I wasn't really angry but was more curious as to why they were arresting me? Asking the cop he told me that if I would have been honest with him and told him that I had the gun loaded when they pulled me over, they may have been easier on me. But since I lied-they were arresting me....
You see, he felt that I had the gun loaded and unloaded it when they pulled me over. The gun was unloaded and they found the bullets right where I told them. They had their minds made up, they were arresting me.
As we pulled up into the station an automatic gate opened and we drove in. As we pulled up this man in his 50's came out and peered in the window of my door. Ohh he said this ones in a suit! I am well aware of the type of people that are in jail these days. I lift weights and I am 185 lbs. I can hold my own so I wasn't afraid of the guy named Bubba ha ha ha ha! What I was more concerned of was the charges against me and the bail amount. For those of you that have never been arrested I will now tell you what goes on inside. First they bring you in and you take off your shoes, socks, coat, and any jewelry. Second, depending on the level of your crime, they strip search you. I was being charged with a misdameanor and they were still going to strip search me? It didn't seem right but I asked the guy and one of these cops whispered something to him and I overheard him say that we don't strip search for this type of crime. I was half way undressed and he told me to put my clothes back on. 
He looked embarrassed that I was right and then he explained to me that he was new to this dept. and was transferred here from another dept. I told him it was o.k. no problem and we walked back out into the holding cell where I waited for I didn't know what. It was almost comical I thought to myself. Here I was purchasing a gun because crime is running rampid in the streets. Here I am risking my life driving to the Suicide Prevention Center to save lives. I get gun so I don't get killed. I get arrested for having a gun which is in the limits of the law? I didn't break any laws. I've never sued anybody for anything but I have already contacted an attorney to file a suit against the police for violating my constitutional rights.
The next step that happens is that they read you your rights again and have you sign a paper initialing all the questions saying that you understand your rights. Then they take you and do your photograph or your mug shot more commonly well known as. They do 2 shots, frontal shot and then side shot. Then they took me and put my hands on this glass screen that scans your fingerprints and puts them into a computer. They also fingerprint you the old fashioned way-ink and paper. Then after all that, you wait. Wait for your bail amount. I had always had a respect for the police as you have read earlier. Standing there in the cell I heard them making fun of people in the cells. They didn't make fun of me but thats not what I'm trying to say here. They had no respect for decency and human life. These people, even though they were drunk, on drugs, or got arrested for anything, were still human beings created by God.
The police were taunting them and telling jokes to each other about the people they held in the cells. I was wondering how many of these people were people like me? I was entitled to a phone call, I knew that so I asked for it. They took more than an hour to give me the telephone although from the looks of it, they were all just sitting around drinking coffee and filling out paperwork. People that were in the cells kept begging to get a phone call and they would say something like I will get to you when I have the time. One man that asked a second time was told not to ask again because it only will make matters worse for him. Finally after an hour and a half they gave me the telephone and I called home. My parents were the ones that lived closest to the jail where I was at so I called them. I dreaded the thought of telling my mom because she gets really upset about these things. As expected they weren't home so I left a message on their machine and kept it as upbeat as possible ha ha ha..
After only 30 minutes from my call I heard the phone ring in the station. I was less than 10 feet away from the phone and watched and listened to this man talk very rudely to the person. I assumed it was my own mother. He was telling this person "look lady, I don't know, I don't have his paperwork and most likely he hasn't been booked yet so I can't help you." I interrupted him and told him that I was named Richard and he said "Oh, here he is right here." He handed me the phone through the cell. As I took the telephone from the man I spoke,
Hi mom. She asked me what happened? I told her and she asked me if that was illegal. I told her no and they didn't have a case. She then asked me "how was it in there?" As I looked around at the people and the sadness of their eyes and also the loniliness of it all..I told her, well it's pretty nice in here, meeting alot of nice people. It was then that the entire place errupted in laughter. The people in the cells were laughing and some of the cops were too.
It was pretty funny. I'm laughing right now just thinking about it! Finally one of the cops came and let me out of my cell and took me to a room where he then told me, and I quote, "o.k. this is where we get your statement." If you get anything out of this book remember this! DONT EVER, EVER, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, GIVE A STATEMENT TO A POLICE OFFICER WITHOUT AN ATTORNEY. A friend of mine was arrested (later found innocent) and since he was innocent he gladly gave the police his statement. The police however, turned his statement into a bold face error and my friend Rick never even said any of that. However, if you give a statement they use this against you in a court of law. Now I'm not saying that the police do this because they are bad people or that they mean harm. From their side of the coin they get tired of arresting these real criminals and then the courts just let them go! I understand that fully. So what they do sometimes is take a statement from the person they've arrested and then committ a crime themselves by adding words that you have never said! 
Ask any police officer that you are friends with, and they will tell you this is a common practice. DON'T BE DECEIVED! Another thing, when the officer approached me he said o.k. this is the part where we do your statement. He legally has to tell me that I do not have to make a statement and I have the right to have an attorney represent me. This is wrong also. I had to ask him point blank, do I have to make a statement? He looked angry that I was on to him and he said no, you don't have to make a statement. He was telling the truth now because he realized I was knowledgabe about such laws. Seeing that I was knowledgable or just for some other reason, I was then, surprisingly, released without having to pay any bail amount. I was released out into the street with no way to get back to my office. I knew that my parents should be in the lobby by now so I walked around the building and walked up the front walk way.
Walking up to the double glass windows I saw my mom and dad walking around nervously. I felt so sorry for them. I opened the doors and they looked up at me very surprised and pleased to see me. I whispered...psssssssssst, quick, lets get out of here, I escaped! They didn't laugh. Getting into there car I looked at my watch. It was 10:55 in the evening. I had to be at the suicide prevention center at 12:30. Although my mom suggested that I don't go I went to the Suicide Prevention Center sat down and poured myself some coffee and as the phone rang, I picked it up and began talking. Now that is how I protect and serve!
On February 15, 1995 I am required to go to court. I will let you know how the case turns out.
Another night on the line...
O.K. here I sit on this saturday early morning. Always seems like evening to me, so dark outside. As I sit here in the room I can tell about it so vividly. There is a different chief consultant here speaking as I type this to you. He has just said.."where do we start"? He is echoing back the callers question to him...He is having a hard time finding out..oh wait..he just asked if the caller has ever tried to kill themself...they answer..YES..he asks what happened...Only hearing his side of the conversation so bear with me..He asks..did you try to overdose or what..he asks why did you try to kill yourself what was going on? There is a long pause as he listens to the callers answer...I am now waiting for him to speak again....the caller is still talking..it has been about a full minute now that the caller has been talking..thats good, he was having a hard time getting the caller to speak. Sometimes the caller is ashamed and doesn't want to be laughed at...they don't know that there is no condemnation here..
He has just handed me a note..it says..
Do you mind if I smoke...it's okay to say you do if it does.
The guy is totally cool and calm as he smokes his cigarrette, guiding this caller to an answer..he's talking now..he's saying..."What do you think they should have done"? He also is saying that we want to help you...He is now saying he is trying to understand...He is saying uh hu....uh..hu..letting the caller know that he is there..listening. Here at the suicide line..we don't just listen. We really feel your pain with you. We all have had pain in our life too. Some of us here have attempted suicide before ourselves. Not me or him but we know of some. The caller is really talking now. That's good because when we began the conversation we had to suck everything out of the caller. I noticed that when we talked about the callers previous suicide attempt that the caller began talking more.
Another thing you must know is that the chances a caller will kill themself is INCREASED THE MORE THEY ATTEMPT IT! He is going to ask a question now because he started to say Did but then stopped. He is now asking what the persons therapist had said. We get tons of calls from people in therapy. I used to think therapy was for people that wanted to be baby sat and listened to. Now I believe in therapy and the value it can do for ones life. uh oh..phones ringing..gotta get it...will let you know what this calls about..
THAT CALL WAS ABOUT....30 Minutes long. Woman refused to give me her name and wanted to be anonymouse. By the way..the chief consulor is "still" talking on the phone with that caller! The callers is describing now in vivid detail how they are going to hang themself! He is explaining how one dies when one hangs oneself making it as grizzly as possible. My call was a woman who wouldn't give me much info but was real angry at her brother because he wants her to go to a different therapist. 
She doesn't want to go to a different one but I talked to her and after a while she said she would go and try again. I also told her to listen to 99,5 fm which is an excellent christian radio station out here! They also have therapy where you can call in on the phone. Now..phones ringing now..have to run to the phone again!! Going to be busy tonight!
Got a hard call..Man whos wife is HIV positive and even his daughter is...Can't really write it now. Forgive me. Must take a rest this was a draining call.
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My friend Rick 
When I worked at Coldwell Banker Real estate, I was the Youngest Real estate agent there. Until Rick came along. Rick is the most intelligent person I know. You could ask him any math question that most people need a calculator to solve, and within seconds he will have the answer. He is also extremely well knowledgable in politics. Incidentally, coincidentally, we think exactly alike when it comes to politics. More that just intelligence he is smart as far as street smart too. Recently Rick had called to say Hello and he informed me that he was going to try and get his appraisers license (he did achieve this goal also). While we were talking he told me that his schedule will be open the night I go to the Suicide Prevention Center. After talking Rick said he would like to go there and sit in. 
I thought that was great as the drive is about an hour drive into Los Angeles sometimes and it sure would be nice to have someone to talk to for a change. So I contacted Jay the head person there and he informed me that it was alright for him to sit in but he must sign a confidentiality form in order to have access to the center. This legal form he signed stated that he was not allowed to talk to anybody about what he heard.
Rick was astounded his first night. He told me the next day that he kept thinking about all the calls we had received. The same thing happened to me the first time. It's hard not to think about the calls because they are so wierd and unusual. This second night as Rick and I came out of the sound proof room I noticed that there was one of the volunteers there that usually doesn't take calls on this shift. 
I will keep his name confidential out of respect to him. You see, this man is H.I.V. positive and is a homosexual. While walking out of this room I saw him and went to greet him by shaking his hand but as I did that I noticed blood, as if when one has a scab that you pick at, was on his right hand. My hand was already held out and I was getting ready to pull back my hand as I didn't want to get the blood on my hand. The man who we will give the fictitous name of John, looked at his right hand and shook his head no as if to say oh, I got to shake your hand with my left hand as my right hand is bleeding.
I shook his left hand and introduced him to my friend Rick. Rick was standing in the doorway next to the chief counselor handing him the call sheet on the call we just finished. Rick waved hello, and said, how ya doing? Rick saw the blood and said, I'm not taking any chances I guess... 
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The importance of staying friends....
Tonight Rick and I noticed that a different counselor had come to sit with us this time. I had already had heated discussions with this counselor as my beliefs offended him. He was a man in his 40's he we will call John out of respect to him. I was recently called in to private chambers by a head counselor and was told that I shouldn't write about "God" on my call sheets. The other volunteers and mainly, head counselors read these sheets. The man who called me into his private chamber was saying that they didn't like the idea that I was talking about God to these callers.
It is a definate fact that when people are going to take their lives or are thinking about dying that the thought of a higher power crosses their mind in the most part. I have never brought up the subject of God "unless" the callers is "already" a believer or is specifically asking my opinion of spiritual things. Well when the counselor had called me into his chamber and told me that it was o.k. to talk to the callers about God but he didn't want to offend or anger the other volunteers, I thought this was stupid on his part. The counselor is a friend of mine and also a believer but lets just say he is always having to defend his right to be the way he is. My method is more of an offensive one...
In my opinion we believers have done this for too too long and look where it has gotten us! Now we have to always be on the defensive constantly defending "our right" to believe in "God". I told my friend that his method of going incognito as a christian was not a method I am going to embrace. Since he is a believer like I I also told him about the passage in the bible where Jesus talks about how a christian should be in this world and how he said that we "should" be a light unto this world. He said this in the following passage when he spoke these words..
Who among you has a lamp but places it under the bed?
No, you place it in the middle of the room so the whole room would be lighted by its brightness.
You see, I believe that Jesus wants us to talk about him..After all, isn't this what he told us to do before he left? Go unto all the world and preach the good news of the gospel, he said. I am guilty of not preaching to these people but even while I share with them the awesomeness of a God who I know exists, I am constantly being harrassed and talked down to by my fellow volunteers and all of the Chief counselors save a hand full. Tonight was a wild night and I never ever would have expected it to be like this and in this place nothing surprises you its so weird. Tonight I must say...I was surprised. As the first call came in Rick and I went in to the soundproof room and I took the call. Rick listens in as he is in training to become a volunteer like I. He is also a Physc major and this helps him in his school. As we listened to the caller he brought up God and started talking about his beliefs and what he thought God thought about him and so on.
I scribbled a note to Rick that said.....
I know I'm going to get hell for this!
Well you know why I was going to get hell right? Rick did too. Rick wrote back "Hey I'm your witness, the guy brought it up and it wasn't your fault.
As I sat there in the room you must understand that the head counselor listens in. The man who we call John was listening in. As I came out of the room after the call was over he began yelling at me saying "we don't disclose information about ourself", you see the caller had asked if I was a believer and I simply said yes..
I responded back to John that we are allowed to say what I said and he said You never are allowed. I then told him "well Jay said we can tell people that we are Gay what is your response to that? He looked at me with much hate in his face and eyes and responded "what is that some sort of challenge"? I responded calmly, no it's a question. It was a question that he didn't answer. Then he chastised Rick and told him that he isn't allowed to give advice. Well Rick wasn't giving advice he was showing me the note that said he would be my witness. 
It became obviously clear this man John did not like our kind. When I tried to reason with him I said, "look John, Rick isn't getting paid for this, He and I come down here from 12:30-6:30 in the morning to help people. I think we need to turn to each other not against each other. John was upset and told me that I shouldn't have laughed with the caller, you see at one time the caller started laughing and joking with me which I was really happy about. You know, they say "laughter is the best medicine". John seemed intent on doing something but I don't know what. He couldn't respond to any of the questions I put to him because he was now painted in the corner. 
My comment about how Jay said we could disclose to someone we are Gay was awesome because if we can disclose to someone we are a homosexual for gods sake we sure as hell better be able to tell someone we believe in God right?
Well as fate would have it the next phone call came in and we were thrown together as a team...something that felt very uncomfortable to both John and I I know. He was talking to a woman who had just been raped that very moment and was already taking pills and alcohol and was dying fast. I immediatlly sensed that John was in trouble and called 911. John gave me a phone number that the caller was able to squeek out. I got a hold of Long Beach police department, they patched me to Fire Department and the LB p.d. and the LB fire department and I were all on the line while John tried desperately to keep the caller talking, walking, breathing.
As I got information from the Fire department estimated time of arrival it said 4 minutes. I kept john informed at all times as the ambulance and trucks and also police sped to the scene. I slipped notes to him telling him their almost there.
Only 2 minutes away now. In the midst of it all John and I noticed we were both standing and we were too pumped up to sit. In that moment I can't tell you how awesome it was to hear the paramedics say to me..ok their there and then hear John talking to an officer on his phone. We had just saved this womans life and this was my first ever rescue. How ironic I thought since it was one of my most unenjoyable evenings on the line. John and I were smiling now though and without thought I put my hand out to shake his. I said, we did it! He shook my hand and I said, hey we make a good team see? Joking but wanting to take away the embarrassment from the situation.
John laughed and I did too. Rick sat there awestruck over the rapid change of events. You know, it is really something how people can come together sometimes, if we just forget about our vices, if we just love one another. That night helped John and I and our differences and changed alot of things. Suicide does powerful things.
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The year of this novel is 1994-1995. If you have downloaded this from a bbs you are most likely one of thousands, maybe one of the millions, of the people that have downloaded this. Or, it could be that a friend has given you this on a disk. It also could be that you have come upon this in written form. Either way I am glad you have received it. Still I want to tell you that this novel was originally placed into the information highway in 1995. 
For those readers that may be reading this and whose knowledge of computers is limited you should know what a bbs is. BBS stands for Bulletin Board System. Nobody in the United States hasn't heard of On-line computer systems like America on line, Prodigy, The Internet, Genie. You have heard of all or some of them I am sure. I have seen the remarkable evil that these systems produce. For example, I am a member of these on line services and I have originally uploaded this program to America on line and the Internet. Downloading is available on these systems. Downloading is a procedure wherein you actually recieve computer software through your telephone line! 
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Of course unfortunately I can go on and on with more of this crap. In these rooms people talk about all things offensive to God. Profanity is used and many children take part in the conversation with or without their parents knowledge.
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I have received literally hundreds and hundreds of calls and letters and e-mail of support but for every letter of support there are angry hateful letters as well. Believe it or not I am always getting personal threats on my life. 
It is for these reasons and many more to numerous to list, that I (along with a group of the bravest men and women around) have created, designed, and now established a BBS of our own! This BBS runs in a secret location In California highly secured. Do you know we actually have to have someone armed at the location all the time? Obviously I can't disclose the "exact" location of this system but when you call 818-965-7317 your call is actually being transferred to a different number. This keeps our system secure and safe. If you have an IBM computer you can actually call our system. This BBS system has thousands and thousands of members that are concerned about alot of the same things you and I are concerned about. 
We always get people trying to break our system down with either viruses or hackers just trying to crack the system. I understand we have the most full proof system in California. If you have read this novel and agree or disagree with the things I have said here I invite you to contact my system which runs 24 hours a day. No I do not charge a fee although I am always getting people wanting to send me money for being a member of my system. The people that call our system are some of the most unbelievable people in the United States and the world. We have members from all around the United States and even some across the globe. 
Our system is also very fun too! We have free software downloads and uploads, on line door games, mail sending and receiving features, scanning of your photos so you can have them on your computer screen. Most of all though we encourage each other in our crusade to turn America around. Every person that is a member of my system downloads this very novel you are reading and then uploads it to another bbs system! If thousands and thousands of people do this (and they are!) you can see how your beliefs and my beliefs can spread across the U.S. and even parts of the entire world! 
I have recieved messages from Australia, Paris, and places so remotely away its amazing! If you call leave a message for me and where you live. I PERSONALLY RESPOND TO ALL EMAIL I DO NOT HAVE PEOPLE THAT DO THIS FOR ME. You know I can't do this all by myself. I need help from people that have a burning anger in their heart about the evil that is being done today. If you can turn the white heat of your anger into something good I want to ask you something right here, right now. You also can help our crusade by uploading this to a bbs in your area. Please upload it in its original file name of AMERICA.ZIP please. In return I promise you I will give you full access to my system and what else could I do but say thank you so much. What you just did changed hundreds of lives in less than 8 months and our calculations show that in 2 years it could change thousands! You have the power if you have a computer.
If you do not know what a bbs is and/or have never tried it you better do it soon. Soon the entire world will be connected by computer system. I can 100% guarantee it!