david baxter:  

o to my feeling sorry for her. Her intuition awareness spotted my vulnerable naiveness. Using sex as a weapon to control man, but that wasn't nothing compared to an American white female whom I had fallen to deeply in-love with who was an excessive drunk at times, driven by materialism and judges a person by the size of their wallet and an unfaithful bynephominiac who tries to distort the mind of man into her way of thinking. Tormenting as she pressurizes any given subject. She gets a joy, a heightened sensed pleasure when she gains an advantage in seducing, then sabotages through injecting mental and emotional anguish in a man's state of being. Her ex-husband warned me about not getting involved with that woman, knowing that he slept on their couch during half of their 10 year marriage. At one point he contemplated killing their 3 children and committing suicide over the emotional pain she was putting him through, but instead blow a hole in the master bedroom ceiling with his shot gun. She is a walking time bomb on man's emotions! I eventually found myself hopelessly lost in grieving emotional pain that caused me to give up the desire of the hope to survive. That's when I went out to a gun shop to buy a 32mm/kicked in her house, missing her with the bullet during that out of control rage state. Afterwards I said, "Are you OK? I told you I could snap, but you didn't believe me!" Police report says this too. That was the end (June '88) of all my trust in giving myself in a romantic involved relationship with woman. I was sentenced to 10 years in prison. I had just turned age 32. They sent me to maximum CB4 behind the walls at Florence, then CB7 to work in the Tag Plant making AZ licence plates. Then it happened my mind/heart became consumed in hate against the AZ judicial sentencing guideline system. My total thoughts had only one thing in mind, to hunt down in a murdering suicidal terrorist assassination plot towards killing Superior Court Judge Robert Hertzburg for over punishing me to too much time of incarceration. A hate that was willing to die in a gun battle with sheriffs in order to end that judge's life (head shot) outside the court building parking lot. I chose to enter the alley of the chamber of death. A red brick cottage size building that was being remodeled next to the Tag Plant. Inside were 2 human bird caged cells, and a door that leads thru into a man size metal capsule with a submarine door that houses the GAS CHAMBER CHAIR. An eerie horror shock of dying from human life feeling embalmed me when I contemplated sitting in that death chair, but instead I chose rather to reach in to touch that chair. 15 months later James Harding was sent to die on that chair behind the walls. Today woman will never be able to manipulate me again! Even my daughter hated me for being unresponsive to her selfish lying manipulating powers when she was still in high school. My daughter was raised in the Panamanian kind of female ruthless environment on how to control men too. Visits to my daughter were not good. And that's why I'm not needing her relationship today! It's not worth getting involved with unstable/or financially under privileged women, and there's a lot of them out there within this category. Perhaps in my experience it's almost 80% of the opposite sex are unbalanced through some kind of chemical torment that races through their hormones, which ravishes the man's emotions and finances. I have very little tolerance for the female hidden nature. It's useless in retrospect to the hassles inwardly! Not worth anymore emotionally to deal with females. Well that is outside of platonic friendship relationships. I do have a few lady friend relationships, such as the wonderful and charming Miss Jackie (Bethel, Vickie's sister) Holland. She's not divorsed from David Holland, they just live apart from each other over the past 14 years. To me it's more like a guy friend relationship with ladies. Just friends! No kissing, no sex involved. I like females as friends not romantically anymore! I tend to forcefully suppress those sensual feelings towards females until I'm alone. Well alone! Been to damaged to trust the opposite sex in a romantic way, even though, there are moments when I still get very anxious needing a touch from the opposite side of humanity. I still though, avoid complications. I don't show it outwardly! Even wishing those urges weren't part of being alive. And that's where my hidden sufferings are constantly badgering inside of my being! It's a death trap being alone in life. I don't have any sex appeal left in my aging 59 year old energies. Don't have anybody to exercise those lustfulness exchanging energies that arouse stimulation. That's where I died inwardly! I suffer from emptiness inside. It's not any form of an emotional depression. Does not even effect my emotions. It's an inner burning torment, like a constant irritating rubbing sandpaper pain feeling that comes and goes, day in and day out. And it's not a loneliness feeling either! Being alone in celibacy is what fuels this emptiness. Oh I know everybody suffers from something, but I'm inflamed in irritations; a victim to family vicious injuries that are of a deeper kind; appearing unmanageable: A death grip of torment. A non-treatable condition. A cancer against the life of the soul. An extremely sensitive feeling to touch inwardly, while carrying these anguishing ordeals into the days, weeks or years that rolls by. It's just I have nobody to share things as dreams, ideas or even desires too. So please excuse my short comings, I mean to not sound like a creepy screeching noise that comes from a door that is slowly closing my written testimony to an open forum. Hahahmm OK! Enough of that stuff! What else do you want to know about this dude? Let's see... Well right now I'm swirling around ideas regarding retirement housing. One is to buy a piece of my family's original 1861-65 farm property that was from the Homestead Act Of 1861 Law. It's 11 miles from downtown Springfield Missouri. Undeveloped land 25% Farm Land, 75% Timber Forest on an 80 acre parcel ($2,000 per acre). But this land is not for sale. My credit Fica score's mid range is 728. Now I'm also adding in the plans because of financial reasons to settle in Mexico most of the year, and fly to Calif to play in my 2013yr 19ft Class C motorhome, a no Calif beach parking restriction vehicle, but for now I'm an over the road truck driver. I'm set to drive commercial rigs till age 66-67. That's when I'm filing for SSI retirement benefits. I now pay in 12K+ per year income taxes to State/IRS. I'll have no pensions/no added income to supplement the survival needs financially, just SSI benefits at a retirement monthly income ($1,400+). My Latin American grandchildren will eventually inherit any realistate property, plus they'll get the 6.2 million Iraqi dinars that will eventually make them a fortune someday. My Daughter and her husband are the beneficiaries to my Life Insurance policies. But for me...hell, I'm a broke skunk, a no body kind of guy, who lives from paycheck to paycheck because of all the expenses surrounding personal bills.. I came out of prison not knowing during a fight blood was spit in my face. That inmate had Hepatitis C. I contracted his Hepatitis, and for 19 years didn't know my Liver was dying until a Life Insurance request blood test revealed this virus was killing my Liver. It cost me 35k from my own wallet and three years medical doctors/treatment to kill this disease 100%. My Liver is healing itself now. I'm debt free from all those medical bills too. But with my bad luck all my ideas and dreams won't even come true. Then it's back to the drawing board again. Next, I'm still a hippy to a good degree. Love marijuana during the winter months when I'm not working. Next I researched out the Baxter genealogy records to find the necessary documents needed to proof our story is true. We're behind the sweetest cover up in American history. Married in 1861 in Green County Missouri 5 days after the Civil War battle at Wilson Creek, where Frank James gave his public testimony of being at that battle. Sometime during the Civil War my GGgrand pa/ma (Johnathan Baxter/Mary Gazette Mason) most have met those Confederate soldiers who emerged from the war to become the notorious outlaw gang known as The James-Younger Gang. Ma used to make socks to sell to Rebel soldiers, while hiding in the cellar to avoid Union/Confederate intruders on the family farm. Documents: US Census, Marriage Registration/Homestead Applying For Purchase/Federal Description Accepted/Land Deed Title to my great great grand pa/ma's 80 acre parcel that has Ulyssis S. Grant, President of the United State stamped signature on the Federal Land Receipt Certificate. The James-Younger Gang used to come by my family's farm from time to time for lunch and rest for the outlaw men's horses. Former Missouri Confederate civilians were behind supporting those outlaws after the ACW. My great grand pa's favorite childhood story told about his parents' era. Ma was giving clearance apron signals to the outlaws that it was safe to come down to the farm house. Including hearing Ma asked Frank and Jessie if they had ever killed anybody? Frank said, "Perhaps during the war" Jessie said nothing. Albert Baxter/wife (my great grand pa/ma) both lived to be in their 90s died 1953-55 in Wynnewood Oklahoma. Big story but to long to explain in this Maryvale posted story. Lynard Skynard song"FREE BIRD" is playing in the background. THE END In Sept 2010 Jeff Baxter incriminated himself when telling his brother that he will never receive SSI retirement benefits because he never paid into the system. A state and federal tax evasion crime that David turned all info over to the IRS/ Ariz. Internal Revenue Service. Become a gov. witness.