[Mark021]

In response:

"Blew911" appears to have an agenda and knew how to close the thread. He named names, something I asked not to be done at the beginning.

I will post details that many of you are not aware of again soon, pictures and all!!!

The truth is the truth and having access to it protects everyone. When certain people attempt to stop the truth from getting out it makes me question their motives...

Yes it involves people who are very well known on Pelican Parts and yes it involves a lot of legal wrangling and a lot of victims and a statewide special investigative task force (SANCATT) that has been a Godsend as many people before me were ostrisized and accused of attempting to tarnish someone's reputation and left feeling as though they had done something wrong and it speaks volumes for the character of many on this board... the victims become the victims yet again.

Not this time... no more victims... read my story and learn and never experience what myself and many others here have. If you doubt me you make me a victim twice and that makes you something you should be ashamed to be associated with.

Once I have what I need I will post the whole sordid story and try to make in a learning experience for everyone. This forum is a witness to real life, people live, die and are rewarded and are harmed... people argue and people undoubtedly love (the damn cars as if they are human... I've been guilty of that one) but the thing you all need to remember is that this is real life, not cartoons, just because it is being communicated on a screen does not mean that real people are not experiencing real events like having unmarked police cars sit in the driveway at night in response to real... not make believe... threats, so that their children can sleep. Read the parable below and remember, it will make sense when you hear the whole story.

Regards,

Mark


The Scorpion and the Frog

One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.

The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.

Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.

"Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?"

"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly.

"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"

Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!"

"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"

"Alright then...how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog.

"Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"

So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.

"You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?"

The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back.

"I could not help myself. It is my nature."

Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.