ON THIS 70TH ANNIVERSARY OF PEARL HARBOR, A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY BUT "IN FOR ME" IS WHAT THEY ARE.

December 7th, 1944:  "A day that will live in infamy"

My 2014 Edition:  Why do "they" have it IN FOR ME?

  "OPRAH, ROB ROY, PAM, JOHN PARK, KAREN "I'm so not Madonna!" and her not so innocent children "LINDSAY!!!!" @ Domino's Pizza in San Diego (right, Lourdes?  I mean, Jenny "crazyCullen") & CO.'S UNWITTING BUT PATIENT & TOO COOPERATIVE/HONEST HOSTAGE!  

HELP!

You can call me Kevin.
Or Kevin Roy.
Kevin Robert Roy.
Kevin Roi -- pronounced "Waaa"
Kevin Marcus Roy -- in honor of my beautiful mother, Diane Marcus Roy.  As the story goes, mostly according to my father, whom she divorced, she completed suicide nearly 20 years ago in Sedona, Arizona.   But all public information was "purged" or expunged from the record a few years ago and NO ONE will provide any logical, credible explanation regarding who petitioned the court and/or why.  If you have a clue, please clue me in.

Or -- Oprah's toy.  Oprah's moron boy.  The one who totally realizes that his life is orchestrated like a puppet with strings and Harpo & Company is pulling them.  I feel like the marionettes in that NSync video, "BYE BYE BYE, BYE BYE!"  
Instead of 4 minutes to "save the world," this crap is going on nearly 5 years of incessant bullshit disguised as an "intervention."   The reality of my life is it is truly an artificial hell on earth that my biggest asshole in the universe and former father, Robert Albert Roy, has been involved in quite enthusiastically -- from the planning of it and every single day as he spies, hacks, and plots the next stunt.  It is still ongoing, there are obviously many other people involved for whatever hideous reasons and they clearly DON'T CARE WHATSOEVER about the impact their bullshit moves, more accurately described as total abuse both physically and emotionally AND MY MOTHER DIED NEARLY 20 YEARS AGO BUT THAT MATTERS NOT ONE BIT and Rob Roy never -- as far as I can tell and I am always looking for a way to give the asshole the benefit of the doubt -- but I mean he NEVER stands up for his son.  I'm the one WHO KEPT HIM OUT OF THE VIETNAM WAR DRAFT by virtue of the perfect timing of my birth.   How convenient of a conscientious objector to the war.  Rob Roy -- I did mention that my mother DIVORCED HIM because he was ALWAYS difficult, argumentative, arrived home after work, barely said hello to his family, and closed and locked his bedroom door without coming out to be around his children unless he wanted to shove my face in the bleach stained hallway carpeting (which years later, my mother finally removed and had the floors refinished AS THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALL ALONG but Rob Roy is a fucked up cheapskate and piece of shit.  All he had to do was buy a small piece of carpeting to match and I could have made it blend in so no one could tell.  But I was abused, beaten, my stereo was broken when he took a sneaker and threw it at me but it hit that.  He was happy about it.  He smiled as I was sobbing.  I saved up for that shitty stereo and he broke it over what?  I spilled a pea sized amount (if that) of Oxy 10 on the hallway carpeting upstairs and he goes nuts over it.  
That asshole continues to tell the weakest, bullshit, impossible to believe "story" about the end of my mother's life.  It's totally incredible at this point because of the GAPING holes in it.  

THIS BULLSHIT HAS TO END, PEOPLE.   RETURN MY DOG.

It just keeps going and going and going and I am waiting until this bullshit is all over so I can THEN BUT ONLY THEN AND NOT UNTIL THEN attempt to resume my life and move forward again.  Until then, why attempt to find a job, start a business, do anything productive or possibly meaningful or life saving again when EVERYTHING I've done since moving from Chicago in 2010 has been thwarted, stolen, pounded out and into me, etc.... and I mean in the most mean, cruel, hard to believe ways.  It's the worst pile of non-stop shit I've heard anyone get stuck in for no fault of their own other than being murdered.  And at this point, I mean it when I say that would be preferable.  I don't want to wake up another day to have all the bullshit pour down on me some more and a hateful, STUPID family rub it in some more.

WHAT THE FUCK, ASSHOLES?
I AM NOT STUPID.  YOU ARE.
STOP!

My asshole ex-family more than "goes along with it."   They love it!  All signs point to Oprah Winfrey.
I cannot figure out what I did or said or wrote that pissed off someone to such a degree.
It is really sad.

Watch my '86 interview w/Oprah