LOST EVERYTHING TO A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

[Lieutenant Frederick GeorgesParticipant 41]

I am a new member who posted a thought here and was informed about the “introductions” section. It was suggested that I should share my “story” so others could know me better, so here is my contribution to this part of M.G.T.O.W.

Because I was informed by one “participant” not to use my own name, I will begin by stating that I always use my real name and show my actual face to make it clear that I will always take full responsibility for what I think, feel, say and do.

Please follow the link posted as a comment by a member who hides behind an avatar and the name “Grumpy” so you may view contributions to his childish and hateful site where he and his “little friends” do everything they are capable of to discover and expose what they refer to as “Vietnam Phonies”.

This will be one good way to get to know who I am and what I will expose myself to in order to stand with others I feel have been wronged.

Also know that this fool had used the F.O.I.A. to retrieve what records exist of my military service by claiming one of three possibilities,.. he said he was me, or he said he was my next of kin and I was deceased, or he claimed I was running for public office when I was not, which would make his breach of my privacy legal.

In any event his bashing of my life angered others who know me and they acted on my behalf to set this boy straight. This led to my receiving many benefits and a pension I had no idea was due to me. So I can only thank him for his attacks, which I did on his site for all to see.

This is a link to one of my sites for Firemen where the whole event played out. You do not have to join this group to see the post, only to comment. The site is free if that is your wish. LINK: https://ffcountry.ning.com/profiles/blogs/if-you-can-not-do-then-criticize-those-who-did

This “blog” and all the rest of them will tell more about me than I would be able to post here, but I will make it a point to reveal what I have had to cope with because of a person I loved and trusted that turned out to be somewhat of a monster. It is a transgender entity who was seriously wanting the love of a child to try to fill one of many voids in its life.

Because of my GOD given gifts to make whatever I need from junk and boundless love for all things, it was not able to secure the level of attention from our daughter that it felt was due and proper for a “mother” to glean from a child. So it abducted our daughter with the help of other abusive females and run from our home in a small Island community in Maine where I had built a home and a very profitable business from scratch in a community of high net worth families.

Before it left it appropriated almost 12 thousand dollars from my business, dug into my life like “grumpy” did, and obtained my VA records, birth certificate and Social Security information which it attempted to use to finance its get away with our child to the bastion of liberal Democratic Feminists in Hawaii where many sick and twisted females find refuge and support from the extremely biased Family Court System. It hid for two years until the child had to go to school. As soon as that happened the private investigators in Hawaii I hired were able to track it down and serve it.

After years of self sacrifice to pay for the lawyers in that s~~~ hole full of pot smoking child molesting assholes, I was able to secure a judgement granting myself a class B visitation. Considering I had to travel one fifth the circumference of the Earth just one way to exercise the visitation, and the fact that I was becoming physically ill from trying to work enough to afford the trips, and the fact that it was able to amass all the right people to rally around its cause to protect itself and our child from the monster it created with lies beyond belief, I lost my only chance to ever see our child again without paying 50 dollars per hour for a private supervisor appointed by the court and approved by her “good friend” and fellow child abuser who was a court appointed trusted child psychiatrist who had the court seal his defaming and totally inaccurate citations of my character and mental state. His recommendations reduced my visitation from one month each year with our child at my home with no supervision to one phone call per week at the mother’s discretion which she rarely ever allowed.

With that power to keep our child from ever knowing what her mother had done by being alone with me, combined with letters given to our child written by a third party pretending to be myself stating that I was no longer interested in being with the child, I lost her forever.

She is 33 years old now and hates me for having abandoned her with her pediphile mother, refuses to see or even speak to me, and blames me for everything. Needless to say, this nearly killed me.

So if it seems that I am bitter, distrustful and disapproving of females, you would get no argument from me. I am at best extremely guarded to say the least.

What I have endured at the hands of this creature was more stressful than my military experiences. When I was given the opportunity to share this and other stressors to the “headbenders” at the VA mental health doctors, the flagged my account and forbid me to ever see, speak to or communicate in any way with the two mental health doctors at the facility. I was completely blindsided by this as I was calm, composed and refrained from vulgarities when sharing my thoughts with them. But it seems the female psychologist felt guilty about how I was treated, as if possibly she was one of the witches who treated men this way herself, so she felt threatened and recommended to the head office of the Veterans Administration in our state that I was extremely dangerous.

So it seems once again that a female can go to a shrink and use up box after box of tissues p~~~ing and moaning about the hardships of being married and cleaning her free house, but someone with actual issues is pushed right out of the system.

And everyone wonders why some men become homicidal and just start killing those who have driven them to madness. I apparently fit a profile that indicates I should have gone the way of Manson, Thurman, Dommer and Simpson, but for some reason I have found a way to refrain from such behavior that they can not understand.

One of the things I had to endure, was being subjected to a psychological evaluation by a court appointed professional because my ex-wife declared I was an alcoholic, drug addict, child molester and wife batterer, only to have the “tables turned” on her when my attorney’s demanded a “quid-pro-quo” to determine her fitness to be a custodial parent.

It was shown that I was completely incapable of any of the accusations she had pulled right out of her ass. In fact, it seems that I have adopted a very unusual “defense mechanism” to cope with stress, suffering and even physical pain by the court appointed psychiatrist whose job it was to find fault in me. He informed me that he had evaluated many men whose lives were very similar to mine but were not as severe, who had all been driven by their pain to make “bad decisions”, so were all dead or in prison. And the mother’s evaluation exposed the fact that it was “projecting” who it was onto others. Essentially accusing me of being what it was.

So her people cited my evaluation for being illegible because it was faxed to them,.. then they declared the the mother’s evaluation was to be concealed using the feminists number one tool to escape justice every time,… the right to privacy!, and so it was buried.

All the time, money and sacrifice had brought our daughter and myself no closer. The lies continued over the years, when I was able to track our child down and attempt to be in attendance at her college graduation, the feminist bitches at the college had already been brainwashed to believe I posed a threat so they refused to give me any information about the ceremony and just hung up the phone. It was amazing to me how considerate and informative the female was that I spoke to until she found out who I was. Then her tone changed and she was no longer interested in helping me. This is the type of networking females have always been able to rely on long before there was an internet. They have the time do develop all this s~~~ while we men are away at work killing ourselves to provide them with everything they need to destroy us.

Once again I resorted to using my “defense mechanism” to burn off all the hate and anger energy. I have to this day found solace in engaging in my only escape from the torments in my life with this simple but effective tool. I work, and work and WORK !,.. until I am to drained of physical, mental and spiritual energy to do anything but rest.

So I never look back and find as many “impossible things to do” every day to keep my troubled mind, hurting body and broken heart as busy as possible. My last opportunity to have a face to face visit with our child was in 2010. I had called her clinic were she is completing her internship to become a doctor and she agreed to see me. I was “walking on air” at the thought of seeing her again for the first time since she was a child. I was operating an eighteen wheeler loaded with furniture grade 1 X 6-8-10 inch clear boards from the North West corridor in Shasta California heading for Lowes building supply in greater Columbus Illinois, when yet another asshole c~~~ who saw fit to focus on her cell phone rather than her driving and crashed into the guard rails just three car lengths after she passed my rig. You may see the results of that unfortunate day for me at this link:
https://ffcountry.ning.com/profiles/blogs/truck-roll-over-due-to-another

Now I am in a hospital far from my home. I have a severely broken neck, broken ribs, a 10 inch gash from my right eye to the top of my head and back down again to just above my right ear that totally exposed my skull, a destroyed bersa in my right knee, a detached great outer bicep tendon and nearly torn off right shoulder. Both my legs from my ankles to my knees looked as if someone took a “five iron” golf club and hit me repeatedly, so my “conditioning” from being married to Satan’s sister helping me to cope with pain, was a valuable tool for me now.

It took the surgeons five and one half hours to install a metal device to fuse my C-3 through C-7 vertebrates. They felt I would not survive the surgery, but if I did it was certain I would be paralyzed from the chest down with limited use of my upper extremities. Apparently my life of suffering was not finished because two hours after the surgery I woke up and had to pee big time. My bottle was gone. I was not seeing effectively in the darkened room, but I could make out the code on the drip canister hanging from the tree on the left side of my gurney, it was a saline-morphine solution I recognised from my decades as a Fireman / Paramedic, so I felt I was good to go and walk to the toilet which I did.

When a patient comes out of surgery the ward Medical Techs will check in on then every fifteen minutes unless their monitors indicate to the front desk nurse there is an emergency. So when my Tech came to check on me I was gone. So he ran to the night desk and in a panic asked where I was, believing I had gone “code Blue” and was returned to the O.R. When the Nurse declared I should be in my bed, the call went out for a “crash cart” and s~~~ started happening.

Now the person in the bed next to mine was loudly moaning all the time I was awake, so when I saw the lights come on under the bathroom door and heard all the commotion, I felt he was dying or something when suddenly the door opened and an EMT looked me straight in the eyes, then turned to his right and said “he is in here” !! Then he asked me how I got in the bathroom and I told him I had walked. He instantly screamed at me,.. “you are not supposed to move” !, and I replied ” I am sorry,.. next time leave a note or something”, he was not amused. Then three more big guy’s came in and they lifted me in the sitting position off the toilet and onto the floor where they had laid a sheet. Then the slowly laid me out flat, picked up the sheet and put me back onto my gurney, rolled me to my bed and slide me onto it.

Now they posted three Medical Techs on me. One to hold my feet together, one to hold my head from moving and one to hold my arms from moving. Then I was told, ” whatever you want just tell these guys and they will take care of it”. I said “OKAY”

The next day one of the surgeons who installed my neck jewelry came to my side and said something I will never forget. He said to me because they always try to save everyone but often fail with patients who were as seriously injured as I was that I was “the first person he had ever seen who was killed in an auto accident that did not die”. I know, I know… it sounded f~~~ed up to me at the time too.

So the process of healing began. All alone, in a motel room with nobody to give me my anti blood clot shots or bathe me or even get me food for the first few days after I left the hospital, I just layed half sitting up for 11 months. After 12 months I moved from the motel back into another truck tractor I had purchased before the wreck. I was getting around pretty good so my employer allowed me to do odd jobs around the truck repair shop. I kept the place kleen, repaired or built from scratch whatever needed attention with all my tools that I had stored on the property in a 40 foot shipping container. AHHH,.. back to work, I am feeling better now.

BY 2014 I had built a small 24 X 20 foot shop to set up my tools and really get back to work. All of my equipment and tools from 50 years of collecting them from all the different trades I wanted to learn were in that building and I was just beginning to see some hope again when a cell phone battery that was charging set the place ablaze and I lost everything.

Now I had to live in my pickup truck until I could scrape together enough money from side jobs or my meager 1200 dollars per month Social Security check to build something better. Before the winter of 2015 I had retrofitted the burned out shipping container which I had attached to the small stick built workshop into a small apartment and workshop which is where I am today. The semi truck tractor I bought is being made into a class A motorcoach which I will spend my last days living in style on my 1/2 acre plot of land I bought. It should be done in another year, then I will do small upholstery jobs and build slot cars for the rest of my “childhood”.

So this is “my story” to date. I am happy to be a “free man” or as females call it “alone”, and I have my galley to create all my gourmet meals ( I love to cook) and enough tools again to create whatever I can afford materials for. I have retrofitted my Singer commercial sewing machine for upholstery work, bought a new Singer garment machine to make my clothes ( I am 6 feet 9 inches tall with a 40 inch inseam, waist and sleeve length, so buying clothes that fit is impossible and I have been making plans on building a business if I can get the funding which should keep me busy, so extremely happy until I “tip over”.

Follow this link to see an overview of that project. LINK : https://gust.com/companies/american-independent-land-developers

That is my story and I am “sticking to it”.

Be well and stay safe everyone.
Lieutenant Frederick Georges
“Fireman Fritz”

[bstoffParticipant 4863]

Longest. Intro. Ever.

What I read sounded pretty interesting, so I’ll probably come back and read it later.

Welcome aboard.

[AstroParticipant 2045]

Make your intro shorter or no one will read.

[bstoffParticipant 4863]

Nothing wrong with the loooong intro.
Some of us have short attention spans.
What I’ve read of your intro sounds interesting and I will probably read it.
The point of the Intro is to give other members an idea of who you are, not necessarily your whole biography.

But you seem to have covered the important points of revealing yourself to be a man who is going his own way, rather than a woman or “ally” trying to spy on or subvert the forums.

[Anonymous 3]

No comment!

[Anonymous 5]

Welcome! Thanks for the intro, it was an intense read.
You sound like a man that makes the best, and sees the best in things so I’d bet you’re appreciating and enjoying every aspect of your new life and not taking anything for granted anymore after almost losing everything we all take for granted.
If it’s any help you should watch Divorce Corp to realize you were treated the same as countless other men in the process of divorce. Everything you describe about the process is standard. You’re not alone and you’re certainly not exaggerating to say it’s a reason why so many good men choose to end their lives or go Rambo.
Looking forward to your input.

[AussieParticipant 2509]

TL;DR

" I feel threatened "

[SpaceManFinParticipant 48]

Read the entire thing. Don’t shorten it. I raise my f~~~ing hat to you Sir, that’s one “interesting” life. Welcome!

[Dark KenshiParticipant 2132]

We can safely say that you went to hell and back, a few times, Lieutenant!
I am glad you made it here, where you are among us, your peers.

Having your life destroyed so many times by so many different things, made me realize that for the man who is driven, NOTHING is impossible. Not even death can keep you down, if your resolve is strong enough.

Thanks for sharing your story, it made me realize how pathetic I am right now, because I am not giving my 100% on my own life, like you did, LTN!
Your example is noted.

Now, kick back and relax. There is beer on the fridge, a bunk bed, AC, and the bouts start in 10. Welcome to the Fight Club.

"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.

[The Manipulated ManParticipant 1856]

Welcome Fireman Fritz,

My day jobs have always fed my acoustic Old Time Music habit.
Friends bust my b~~~~ about my music and say that I had better keep my day job.

I have often enjoyed playing at civil war reenactments.
One of my music partners earns a lot of money making Civil War uniforms and clothing as a side job. The demand is so great that he was able to walk away from his day job as a bus driver.
When I read your Outstanding Introduction, I thought that with your skill set and background, you may consider it as another source of income.

Here is the South Carolina String Band that also plays at these events:

Anyway, I am working deep within enemy occupied territory these days, so I must cover my ass and protect my ball.

You have “B~~~~ of Steel” brother, especially for exposing your identity on the internet like you have done.

With all due respect, it is a big mistake for MGTOWs to post their Pictures, Name, and address on the internet. It is called DOXING. It is dangerous and is a weapon of our Enemies. Most of us continue to underestimate Our Great Enemy, myself included.

Here is a link to a discussion about the last words of Thomas Ball who martyred himself. His descriptions of our Great Enemy’s powerful apparatuses is brilliant. Like yourself, he was a Veteran and a masculine man. His mind was amazing and brilliant. His death was a great loss for mankind:

https://mgtow.com/forums/topic/thomas-ball-died-for-your-sins-too/

Nevertheless, I have nothing but gratitude and admiration for a man like you who is willing and able to put himself out on the front lines.

Here is a link to a Post which explains why the rest of your Introduction is an inspiration and a magnificent example for other men. Your comments there are appreciated:

/forums/topic/troll-troubles/

Lieutenant Frederick Georges wrote:

I have my…. to create all my gourmet meals ( I love to cook)…

Me too.

I keep my Henckels Knives razor sharp.

My kitchen is awesome which I built from scratch with my own hands.

Also, I have had to become my own Doctor and “food is my medicine:”

Here is a link to something I wrote about why I had to find my own way around the Medical Establishment and why the food we eat is important:

/forums/topic/inexpesive-cancer-cures-and-other-miracle-cures-verses-the-golden-goose/

Anyway, I wrote about my divorce in my Introduction too.

Alas, I did not learn my lessons and had to take more Red Pills before I started on the MGTOW road. Here is a link to one of my Red Pills:

/forums/topic/the-domestic-abuse-machine-as-an-apparatus-for-mens-enslavement/

I was in a bad motorcycle accident a decade ago, so I can relate to what you went through.

Before that happened, I was in the best shape of my life. In my Thirties, one of the fiercest Mixed Martial Artists that I had the Honor to spar/ train with was a “Tunnel Rat” in in the Vietnam War. He was older and shorter than me, but could always beat me. I called him “Kick Stand.” He also, trained me how to fight with edged weapons. Sparing with him was like fighting a Tasmanian Devil.

After the motorcycle accident, I should have been in a wheel chair.

The following link is something I wrote as an Introduction to Internal Martial Arts. It is the reason I am still walking around and able to do Square Dancing:

/forums/topic/the-power-of-celibacy/

What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?

[Lieutenant Frederick GeorgesParticipant 41]

I post this comment to address all who felt I must never use my real name so you will understand that I am never concerned with whatever “blow back” results from doing so. I will never “hide” from my beliefs, ideas and true feelings that I choose to share with the world just because they may not be welcomed by others.

I have had my profiles taken down by several site masters who felt I was too direct, abusive or truthful and I never complained. As far as I am concerned it is their loss to silence others who “threaten” them. They lose the opportunity to see through other peoples eyes which I personally appreciate when I see comments like the ones here helping me to realize I have not used the introduction properly. I would never have known this without their input, so Thank You !

Also, to those who identified with my life’s path and felt I had made a worthwhile contribution and left very kind words, you have my gratitude and respect. I never write or say anything just for effect, I am incapable of this because I am coping with a “high functioning” form of Autism [ Asperger’s syndrome ] which greatly impairs my ability to express myself creatively, defensively or with malice. I am simply not “wired” to do so. But I can be very prone to puking up copious amounts of information directly from my heart which has been used to hurt me in the past but usually fails because of my lack of understanding that I am being abused, like a child being told stories about ghosts or Christmas, I too am very prone to see only the “best” in things as one contributor has noted here. It is not because I am strong, brave or even foolish, but only because I do not know any better, like a child.

My ability to take responsibility for the lives and needs of others however is very “adult” like, that is how I was promoted to Lieutenant in the Fire Service and Warrant Officer-1 in the United Sates NAVY. I have limitless self esteem and a rock solid ego, according to several mental health professionals who have done routine evaluations of me in the United States NAVY, the Fire Service and in my private life, so it is very difficult for others to make me feel negative about myself or my life course because I am happy and like myself even though I am aware of my poor qualities. This fact will make some people very angry, like the fool John Lilyea who has the website TAH. He became very abusive and I was not able to become angered simply because he was wrong about so many things when he attacked myself and others.

Thank you all for taking the time, ( something else I am totally unaware of, the passing of time which is why I have taken this long to respond), to share your thoughts, ideas and feelings. I do appreciate it.

Be well and stay safe everyone !

[AstroParticipant 2045]

As a sailor with a messed up brain, I understand. We cannot talk to others.

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