Jim Parsons plays the Sheldon character on the "Big Bang Theory" television series. I wasn't expecting much, but was riveted while watching the embedded video. It is a heart warming story of a father and family nurturing their offspring's passions, looking to see that he succeeded. Jim Parson has some amazing ancestors with some amazing stories of their lives, enjoy.
You didn't think you would get away with not hearing one of this video uploaders, now famous, or infamous rants, on how everything somehow relates back to him? Well, I won't disappoint you, even after posting Jim Parsons' uplifting story and video. But, if you don't want to read my personal rant, stop reading here.
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[This is my America]. Whereas Jim Parson's father looked to see that his son did well and was nurtured, I did not get the same experience growing up, or being on [The Connecticut State Police Secret Enemies Arrest on Sight List] when my own father allegedly turned on me.
I had allergies and asthma as a child. My father said I didn't deserve my last name and even though my parents were together for most of my upbringing, he told his little first born son that he didn't want to have to support me. I never heard "I love you" from my father or any praise at all, until way past adulthood. He was not willing to pay for my college education, refusing to fill out any paperwork, and seemed to be trying to run me off before I was even out of high school.
I have memories of being taken on father and son fishing vacations to Maine. My father refused to hang out with me and to fish with me, and told the other fathers and my two friends that he hated me. That is pretty brutal for a 10 and 11 year old to have to deal with. When I was 5, there was a father and son egg toss at the local Ludlow, Massachusetts, park. My father said I couldn't throw and was worthless. Wally Henderson stepped up to stand in as my father, and we won the egg toss challenging about 15 other pairs of actual fathers and sons.
We were probably the richest family within many blocks. I was a star at hockey and played with my friends from a very young age. My father refused to buy equipment and help me join the hockey team that my friends were on. He spend any amount of money on my two younger sisters and would gladly help and attend their activities. My only lesson learning how to throw a baseball was having a pitch thrown straight in my face at age 5 after I was told I threw like a girl. My father then yelled at me for being a cry baby. I avoided being around him all I could. My friends didn't like coming over to hear that we were somehow playing wrong, and then had to play as my father told us. I never did learn how to throw a baseball, gut a fish, or know what it was like to have a caring father figure growing up.
We had a wood stove in the house, only while I lived there, and was promptly not used after I left. But, my father would have me move he wood pile up onto the porch even after the season was ended, and then have me move it to one side of the yard, then the other. I hated him for making me do hard work that had no purpose. I could then not listen to a thing he said without thinking he was just a complete asshole out to make my life as difficult and stressful as was possible. It seems he wanted to prevent me from having fun, or playing with my friends.
If I was relaxed, or expressed joy, I knew a switch would go off in his head and he would start yelling at me and punish me. I had not done anything wrong, when we got a new pool, I was age 14, my father had the dirt delivered to the very back of the yard so I would take weeks, not days, putting the dirt around the new inground pool after the other one caved in. The man delivering the dirt in the dump truck asked my father if he wanted it closer to the pool. My father started screaming at the truck driver saying, "I pay you, you do as I tell you and shut up."
The truck driver asked me if I was being punished. I told him "no, he always treats me like this". He asked if "that man" was my real father, not a step father. I told him I feel like I was adopted and not wanted, but said he is my real father. The truck driver told me that as soon as I was big enough, I should punch my father repeatedly in the face and not stop, or that I would regret it the rest of my life. I am regretting not punching my father at age 16, because I challenged my father to a fight and he quit beating on me at that point. When my father dies, if he dies before me, I will remember being 4, and wheezing and choking in an enclosed car with cigar smoke, and then being punched in the face sitting in the backseat for having asthma. I will also remember constantly being sent down the basement without dinner as my father didn't want to look at me or hear me when I had ashtma symptoms that nowadays would not be considered anything that out of the ordinary.
I nearly died at about age 14 or 15, rushed to the hospital by ambulance after the Gypsy Moth and Caterpillar infestation. I was minutes away from going into shock and dying. My father started screaming at me at the hospital calling me worthless and a piece of shit. A nurse asked me if I wanted to give her a statement, have my father arrested, and be removed to a living situation that wasn't so hostile and abusive. I didn't want my father arrested. My father, on the other hand thinks anyone who even upsets a police officer, even they committed no crime, should be arrested and go to prison. What if it pisses police officers off if you have a hot girlfriend or wife, a Corvette, or are self-employed?
The only time my father offered me any praise, or even treated me like a human being, is when I bought my second house on my own, a two family house, and fixed it up in Somersville, Connecticut. He then accused me of being lazy, if I did not get more to fix up. He then helped me get a 3 and 4 family houses, boarded up, with nothing electrical, heating, or plumbing working in the houses on Church St. in Stafford Springs, Connecticut. He helped me financially with 10's of thousands of dollars. I spent 100's of thousands of dollars and over 4 years fixing up the houses from a boarded up condition, doing everything inside and out. Connecticut State Police allegedly contacted my father and asked their help to prevent me from talking to elected officials and trying to remove Judge Jonathan J. Kaplan from the bench for being biased against small business and the self-employed in civil cases.
So, my own father allegedly became a police informant, helping police stalk, terrorize, and abuse me. Police told me I would lose my property, my business, and never see my daughter again if I talked to elected officials about police and judicial misconduct. My father came to me after 3 State Police Officers committed perjury and Judge Jonathan J. Kaplan somehow sat on my case even though I had been trying to have him removed for years before the criminal trial for me having resisted being beaten up by a police informant in my dark driveway after the informant had stalked me, terrorized me for weeks, threatened my life, and then attacked me. I got a year in prison for pepper spraying the violent felon who was sent by police to attack me, and then attacked me on my property.
My father came to me in prison, and told me that if I did not give up my fight for justice against the Connecticut State Police and the rigged court system, he would see to it my daughter never talked to me again. She hasn't, and I have not heard the word "Daddy" or "I love you" from my own daughter since being railroaded to prison. I was so frustrated I wrote US President George W. Bush on 9-15-01 and got an answer back that he actually read my letters to him. I was attacked on my properties 10-11-01. Click on those documents in [this post] to enlarge. See for yourself.
I haven't talked to my father in about 4 years. I had asked him to quit calling police and telling them if I have a job, a place to live, or a girlfriend. I told them that if police had a legitimate investigation they were doing, not just terrorizing and harassing me, they could easily find my exact location after I used the internet or a cell phone.
I told my father police wanted to enforce their "no dating" policy on me because I dumped a police informant, a blond, who left her husband for me. I didn't know she was married until she confessed and said that police had offered her $10,000 to set me up for a false arrest and police beating where I would be beaten to a pulp by police and get 5 to 15 years in prison for assaulting police officers. [The Story of Connecticut State Police Colonel Thomas "The Duck" Davoren, Barbara Sattal, and Sgt. Foxx of Troop C]
Sgt. Samuel Izzarelli, now head of Troop C, Connecticut State Police, Tolland, told me that I would not have been a target for police harassment, prison, property loss, family break up, and being assaulted and threatened by police informants if I had chosen more honorable professions. He told me that all landlords were slumlords and all contractors are drunks. Izzarelli seemed more interested in furthering the careers of prostitutes, vandals, drug dealers, thieves, and other common criminal parasites. Why should police hate the self-employed and those who are informed and inform others? [Post about Sam Izzarelli]
Sam Izzarelli told me I was going to get a "Hot Shot" in prison because I was such a big mouth and had lodged a police misconduct complaint against an officer. I didn't know if I was going to get a lethal injection upon entry to prison, or if Izzarelli was just toying with me to get me to freak out so I could spend the rest of my life in a mental insitution.
I told my father that police were out to harm or even kill me, and to please let me call them back, not him, if they called him. He called the State Police anyway and told them where I lived, where I worked, and what my girlfriend's name was and what she drove. "Thanks Dad, if we were Jewish during World War II, you just turned me into Hitler for being Jewish". Certain police officers wanted me to not have a place to live, not have a significant other, or gainful employment for the rest of my life. I am blacklisted in the court systems, so judges will refuse to sit on my cases, or just throw the book at me if I am in any courtroom for any reason, actions I bring, or are brought against me.
With the current US Police State, I don't see wonderful stories like the one Jim Parson's presents in the current US Police State. Police saw to it that dating is almost impossible, that my life is ruined, that my daughter doesn't talk to me, and that getting any place to live or any job of any kind is extremely difficult because of my bogus criminal record. Again, "thanks Dad".
[Video of my former properties]
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