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I
Am Seeking Redemption
My Name is Vincenzo L. Chimera
I Am
A Man On A Mission Seeking Redemption for the Sins I
Have Committed & To See The Fruition of My Dreams
Come True
Why
am I seeking redemption you may ask?
I am
seeking redemption because during my life I have
committed many sins, indulged in what could be
judged as heinous crimes.
I
have broken every commandment put forth by God at
least once, with the exception of one.
The
only commandment I have not broken is: Thou shall
not covet...
So
now you know that I have done the worst.
I
have stalked over two dozen evil people with the
intent to disassemble and destroy them with extreme
prejudice.
I
had done what would have once been unconceivable and
impossible for me to consider.
I
have committed terrible deeds and caused irreparable
harm.
In
God’s eyes, I Doubt There is Very Much Wiggle-Room
for Excuses.
This
Is Why I Fight for My Redemption
You may ask,
“What possible reason could you justify committing such terrible
crimes?”
Why in God’s
name do you think you deserve Redemption?
It is a fair
question that begs to be answered.
I have asked
myself this very question many times.
Yes I have
disregarded the laws of both God and country as I planned the
demise and destruction of many people.
In my
defense however some of the most egregious crimes were forced
upon me by a handful of evil people in the middle & upper
hierarchy of the Postal Service. As I and my fellow coworkers
were wrongfully targeted and harmed - the entire hierarchy of my
Postal Union stood by with almost smug impotence.
My
terrible crimes were fueled by the unjust and unnecessary death
of a few my close friends and a handful of other coworkers.
My ability
to care for my ailing mother suffering from Alzheimer’s… was
stripped away;
I have
suffered many losses.
I have
lost most of my family, friends and my fiancé';
My wealth
and my health… torn from me.
I was
forced into disability, unemployment, homelessness and despair.
I was also
forced to endure watching some of my co-workers die, while a few
others, like me were forced out.
I was
pushed into a downward spiral of Madness, suffering from fits of
psychosis.
I did what
many other Postal Workers had done in the past and continue to
do. A response up until then I had never understood.
I had
snapped and did what I had once thought impossible.
I went
Postal.
Not in a
manner that Postal Workers who unhinge lose their minds,
No.
My madness
had purpose and patience. I did not want to destroy only the
evil people I worked with in a blaze of glory.
That would
not suit my purpose.
I did not
want to be branded as yet another Postal nut-case whose hate and
impotence had been gestating over a life-time.
I knew if
I could not maintain my patience – if I blew my wad, then key
figures within the Union and Management would not get the
reckoning they deserved.
My purpose
to destroy all relevant parties was not based solely on my need
for revenge – no, my purpose was more practical, diabolical. I
reasoned that if the people who had so readily participated in
our demise were to disappear or be incapacitated, then they
would not longer be able prey upon another Tom Jennings, or
Larry Cherosky, A Vince Faini or many of the other people
purposely made sick or left to die.
I needed
to insure that I would not draw attention to my self and get
caught before I could complete my quest for absolute vengeance.
Yes, as I
said, I hungered to embark on a mission to disassemble and
destroy close to twenty-some individuals. It is ironic, some of
these people were union officers who had sworn to protect us but
instead turned their back on us by doing at the most - only the
minimal that the law required them to do.
It was
during the two-years that I was forced out of work, forced into
poverty, into homelessness - it was fitting that I took that
time to embark on a reconnaissance for future destruction. I
wanted to find out where these people of interest lived – not
just the ones in my area – but those people who felt insulated
from retribution because they lived in other states.
I traveled
to places such as Ogden, Salt Lake City, Portland, Jackson,
Denver, Seattle and Washington D.C. – to all of the cities
where specific people in management worked and the nearby
suburbs and hamlets they resided.
I worked
obsessively to hone in on where they lived; what their daily
habits were.
I learned
every nuance of their schedules and the schedules of their
family members. I gleaned many facts of their lives as I skulked
around Postal Facilities, schools and other points of interest –
all knowledge to prepare me for the day I would strike with the
least interference from the unexpected.
I learned
that some of them had wives that were cheating on them, or they
on their wives.
I learned
that some of their children had nasty drug habits.
I was
studious as to what my prey did and how they would be most
vulnerable.
I took my
time to learn on how best to destroy them.
It amused
me when I have sat next to a few of these people in a diner or
the library without them knowing who I was.
I was
thrilled when I followed them to lakes where they could drown
mysteriously; or when they and their families went on hunting
trips or fishing, camping or hiking jaunts; ideal places and
events for certain individuals to suffer from a hunting
accident, or crippling or deadly fall, or to simply get lost in
the wilderness, never to be found again.
I have
been in the homes under various pretenses – Once it was during
Halloween as they filled my bag with treats - I delighted in the
knowledge that I could give them a treat they would never
forget.
Yes,
unbeknownst to them, none of them were safe… ironically, from my
perspective they had become more at risk than me.
I was
patient with my strategy.
I did feel
some pressure to complete my tasks. There was always the fear
that I would die before I would be able to take them all with
me.
Decisions
had to be made.
Who would
go first?
Should it
be someone from my area or someone from Denver?
You may
asked how things got out of hand… how this all started?
The
genesis of this evil initially started as a way for a handful of
Postal Managers to indulge in personal vendetta’s against people
that they had a personal distaste.
It didn’t
matter to them one whit that some of my coworkers were suffering
from cancer or M.S. or dying from respiratory disease.
It didn’t
matter to them that the Postal Services very own Industrial
Hygienists and Haz-Mat person agreed with the doctors of my
coworkers and I… that we needed protection because of our
disabilities.
It did not
matter to these people with personal agendas that State and
Federal OSHA sided with us.
Nor did it
matter to them that Federal Law States plainly that we were not
to be denied our right to protect ourselves.
Yet, all
of this meant nothing to a handful of those in Postal Management
who delighted in grinding their own personal axes.
They
laughed at all of this and openly stated that no matter what
crime they committed – the government – Our United States
Justice Department would protect them against us. They smirked
and snickered laughed about how the government would spend
millions to keep us from wearing a breathing device that cost
less than $30.00.
They
delighted that the United States Justice Department would be
their Bullyboy Bitches.
In my
defense, I did not take the low-road in reflex.
It took
years of willful misdirection and out right lies’
I was very
patient.
I
contacted the United States Justice Department at their office
in Eugene, Oregon.
I told the
U.S. Assistant Attorney General for the State of Oregon the
facts and he agreed that what the Postal Service was doing was
against the law. He politely told us that they would not be able
to get involved unless we filed a lawsuit.
Never did
we dream that instead of acting as legal umpires – to see who
was right or who was wrong – in the interest of fairness and
jealously protecting, saving our citizens hard earned dollars –
they would be our adversary.
We tried
to go to the media and we even contacted our legislators.
We
contacted Congressman Peter DeFazio, we contacted Former Senator
Gordon Smith and We Contacted Senator Ron Wyden.
Congressman Peter DeFazio told us that if we could get more of
our coworkers and our Union Officers to solicit his help then he
would have something to work with.
Senator
Gordon Smith told us he and his office could not get involved
until we filed a Lawsuit – when we finally filed, he sent a
letter to us telling us that if only we had contacted him prior
to the lawsuit, then he may have been able to help.
Senator
Ron Wyden told us that there was nothing he or his office could
do… “But please keep us informed – we are very interested how it
all will workout.”
I even
contacted the famous Gerry Spence of Wyoming.
As our
health and our morale spiraled out of control, we finally were
forced to file a lawsuit against the United States Postal
Service.
We did not
choose to go against the government – we are after all
patriotic.
No, we
actually tried to file against the people in management who had
willfully, knowingly broke the law to harm us for their own
personal pleasure – non-patriots destroying our country.
We only
wanted to see justice exacted on the people who laughed about
how they could break the law and demand that the Justice
Department be their lapdogs.
The upper
echelon of the Postal Service and the Justice Department backed
them up and we were possum-fucked in a big way.
Nevertheless I was still patient.
Then the
day came when by proxy, we had our day in court.
The
Honorable Judge Paul Hogan determined that the Postal Service
had indeed did us dirty, although he would not rule in our favor
because of a timeliness issue.
We were
bitter of course… but my coworkers took solace in the fact that
the entire world had seen and heard the willful injustice that
was committed.
Our
managers had been told that they broke the law and finally they
could not act as if they were ignorant of the law or our rights.
They would have to let us protect our health and our lives.
Did this
happen you may ask?
No… it did
not, but in fact our loss at the ninth circuit court only
emboldened these evil people to redouble their efforts to harm
us as they continued their policy…. Daring us to do something…
once again laughing how the Justice Department existed to be at
their beck and call.
This is
when I snapped.
This is
when I decided that come what may, I no longer cared for my own
life. This is when I would have gladly given up my life just as
long as I could exchange it for the life of twenty-some people
before I was taken down.
This is
when I descended into hell with open arms.
D-day had
come.
I came
very close to continuing my destructive and evil path and very
nearly died during my last recon mission if not for the
intervention from one of my best friends. He found me lying in a
field, injured soaked to the bone and near death.
He saved
my life.
My friend
– a former Navy Seal and tough as nails, wept over what I had
done and the hell he knew I had gone through.
He and his
friends nursed me back to health.
He tried
to convince me to achieve my goals in a peaceful manner.
If he had
not it is likely I would either be dead or an untold number of
evil people would have paid in a bad way for their crimes.
I resisted
his advice… fearful that I would not be able to affect change.
Terrified that justice would not be done and I told him as much.
One of his
compelling arguments for me to change course is this:
"If you
fail, you can always go back to your original planned
bloodbath."
His
suggestion did not diminish my need to hit, crush, torture and
kill all of the people who I knew deserved pain – and I told him
as much.
Surely he
who as killed strangers during his stint in the Navy should
understand the righteousness for me to destroy people that took
personal pleasure in hurting me and those I loved.
He
presented the fact that if I removed these soulless monsters
that mimicked human beings, then other toadies would take their
place, people would continue to be hurt. He told me that the
remaining days of my life would be busy eliminating an endless
ocean of turds.
I felt a
bleak resolve. I felt up to the task.
But when
you are finally dead and gone, he asked?
What will
become of innocent people?
Who will
take your place?
I couldn’t
answer him.
Vince he
said with compassion, you have to tell your story so that the
public knows; more importantly so that your coworkers and all
government workers and all American citizens will learn how best
to protect themselves.
You can
show them that transparency and full discloser is how things
need to run – you can tell them how to do it.
I was
silent – uncertain as to what I should think or say.
He had
offered me some ideas in the past and people to contact, but at
the time my hate had consumed me. I could not hear what he had
to day.
Well, he
asked, will you try it?
I was
still silent.
Come on
Vince. Try this. Try to fight for your old life. Try to remember
what you once were.
I felt
numb, I felt bleak, I felt something in me ready to break.
Come on
mate. The old Vinny is calling you back. Remember the joy and
the love you use to feel?
You were
light and love and everyone was your friend.
I hurt too
much Neo. I’m too fucked up. I am evil. If I was truly good I
would never have been able to do what I have done.
No your
not.
Remember
how things use to be?
I remember
that you were filled with joy and ecstatic about your potential
and the unlimited potential you wanted everyone to enjoy.
I remember
how protective you were over your friends and coworkers.
It is this
irony that compelled you to retaliate as strongly as you have,
because of your affection for your workmates and family.
Do you
think that an emotionally shallow person would have reacted so
violently?
This is
why you hurt so much.
His memory
of me brings me no comfort.
Come on
Vinny, let’s try a different way and embrace your old self with
open arms.
We need
you back… you need you back.
I couldn’t
speak.
If it
doesn’t work out to your satisfaction then you can always go for
your original intent.
I knew
that he was serious.
I knew
that he would keep my dark secret, he would never turn me in… no
matter how many people I destroyed. He did after all understand
that sometimes Justice must be served and we must be willing to
pay the price… even if the cost is our lives.
I nodded
my head and softly said yes.
My
affirmation to his offer broke the dyke that had for so long
held my hate and my rage – I wept long and hard, my body racked
with grief and pain that seem unquenchable.
I felt
empty never to feel full again and this disturbed me.
“I am
fucking dead”, I thought/.
No matter
how this turns out I am a dead man walking - living on borrowed
time.
So now
you know a thumbnail version of my Story.
So I ask,
“What do you think of me now?”
Do you
think I am insane?
Should I
be vilified?
Should I
be put in prison for what I have gone through, for what I have
done?
Should the
people that have willfully committed such atrocities against my
friends and I be punished?
Do you
think they deserved death or disability?
Do you
think I deserve redemption?
Take the
time to ask yourself these questions and I would be interested
in hearing from each of you what your opinions are and what you
think I should do. Where do I need to go from here?
To
summarize briefly, I did manage to force the Postal Service to
bring me back and they did allow me to wear a respirator… not
the one with canisters that would have protected me against the
ink and solvent vapors emitted by bulk mailing of magazines and
other articles.
How did I
do this you may ask?
Ironically
it was Senator’s Ron Wyden’s office that pressured the Postal
Service to uphold the law. You remember, the Senator who told us
that there was nothing that he or his office could do. The one
who wanted us to keep him informed.
It was not
without bitterness that I know that if his office had intervened
in the same fashion years prior, it was very likely that many of
my friends and coworkers would not be dead or forced out of
employment.
You may
ask if I blame Senator Wyden or any of our legislators for their
negligence and cavalier attitude towards our welfare and safety.
To be
honest, I am still more than a little bitter.
You may
ask if I still hold hatred for Postal Managers or the Union for
their double-talking back-biting mealy mouth treachery.
It is the
Union that I believe is the most reprehensible and the most
accountable… with the exception of one other group and that is
the Postal Worker themselves.
They need
to be accountable because they need to value themselves enough
to assert their own power and authority.
If the
majority of the Postal Workers who had been affected from the
working conditions banded together and confronted the Plant
manager in a patient and compassionate manner, death and pain
would have been avoided. Their coworkers and friends would still
be alive.
It is only
when the individual citizens band together in assertive groups
and loudly proclaim what they want that we can keep our rights
and our freedoms. It is one of two reasons why Senator Wyden’s
Office was able to pressure the Postal Service to let me come
back and finish my time and qualify for retirement.
I had
found activist in the community who stood in place of where my
former coworkers should have been and it was not because these
fine people were willing to say, please let Vince back to work,
nor was it kindness from the Postal Service.
No, the
main reason why the Postal Service let me back because they were
forced to realize that I was willing to go to jail for my
convictions.
Now they
could have cared less about me going to jail… what they were
afraid of was that all of the illegal crap that they had done to
me and my friends would be out in the open once again and they
were afraid that certain facts about the Anthrax contaminations
would come to light. They were afraid that it would come out
about how much money that any simple minded supervisors could
waste on a whim or how the Justice Department would be forced to
waste resources better applied in so many other areas.
The Postal
Service was afraid that the public would find out about so many
of their dirty secrets.
In fact
they were so afraid of all of this that even after The United
States Supreme Court dismissed my third filing on technicalities
and legally I was dead in the water… the Postal Service tried to
make a deal with me and only me to buy my silence. All my other
friends had died, moved or had been forced out of work. I was
the last man standing.
They
offered me large sums of money if I promised to not file another
E.E.O. Claim or grievance or another lawsuit and if kept my
mouth shut.
I was
sorely tempted, after all, I had just come back after two years
living in my truck and garages and a camper and I courted
bankruptcy.
My first
concern was what about the families whose husband had died
unnecessarily, or to a coworker unfairly forced out and at great
financial loss.
Their
first response to my inquiry into this matter was you’re the
only one that is left.
I refused
their twenty pieces of silver.
So what do
I have to gain by telling you all of this?
Why would
I do this? What further agenda could I possibly have?
First off
I want to warn the public about some of the most immediate
dangers that they are facing:
In my
opinion, the public’s health is at great risk from the
Biohazards coming through the mail – and though the Postal
Service would deny such allegations and give you a basic outline
on how they contain such dangers… I have insight into various
holes and shortcomings with regard to handling biohazards. It is
something that I would like to address Congress and Senate.
It is my
opinion that the lack of air quality at work, the air dense with
hypodermic sharp particulate paper dust – the perfect delivery
system for the inks and solvents, varnishes that saturate the
dust as well as the air will come back to haunt many thousands
of Postal Workers in the years to come.
In my
opinion, the Postal Service and the Postal Unions were less than
truthful at the Congressional and Senate hearing regarding their
knowledge or having ever given thought to the possibility of
such contaminations. The head of the Three Postal Unions were
less than truthful when they said that they felt that the Postal
Service was doing all that it could do to protect future workers
from such an outbreak (Let me tell you about how they handled an
Anthrax scare at our plant a few years after).
I can tell
you many incidences where managers had withheld the mail and
kept us overtime to unbundled and rework the mail two or three
times over so that they could enjoy financial gain at the cost
and expense of our American Citizens.
I can tell
you how a supervisor repeatedly put biohazard stool samples
through a high-speed machine which continued to contaminate the
machine and any mail that went through after.
I can tell
you how the rank-in-file have assiduously talked themselves into
such powerlessness and how they practically invite abuse that
they will not even stand up in any effective manner to keep
their mothers, sisters, nieces, daughters, wives, girlfriends,
or lovers from being sexually harassed. At best they simply
whine and wring their hands and supplicate themselves and their
women to these repeated abuses.
I can tell
you how their business plan and their criteria for choosing
supervisors and managers are both backwards and upside down.
I can tell
you how it is alleged that some people in higher management have
made decisions that were not in the best interest of the Postal
Service or the American Public only to acquire a job in the very
company that they helped to take business away from the Postal
Service.
I can tell
you how they are hamstringing many customers to have their
priority mail not shipped in a timely manner all for the sake of
a misguided approach to fight terrorism. An approach that has
been proven to be absolutely ineffective – and yet, despite this
prove, they continue to follow procedures that diminish service
to the American People.
I can tell
you how the Postal Unions also follow rules that do more to
feather-bed their rank-in-file at the cost of absolute
efficiency and service to the American people.
I can tell
you that as millions of Americans are barely scraping by
financially and the cost of everything is soaring, the Postal
Service has spent millions or has caused millions of tax dollars
to be spent in my opinion unnecessary lawsuits and workman comp
cases.
It is
important to note that all government agencies suffer from these
issues. It is also important to note that Americans now have
methods to offset these issues.
There are
so many things that Americans need to know and why our
legislators need to have me go to them to look into such
matters.
Without
this right… then even a possible Healthcare reform could be
tainted, and it could become another agency that is wasteful,
evil, and ineffective as they could be when serving the public.
So now you
know half of my agendas and how I would be served.
The last
half is just this:
I have
suffered the unjust and unnecessary death of a few my close
friends & a handful of other coworkers.
My ability
to care for my ailing mother suffering from Alzheimer’s… was
stripped away;
I have
suffered many losses.
I have
lost most of my family, friends & my fiancé';
My wealth
& my health - torn from me and now I am losing my life.
I am
seeking redemption for the sins I have committed.
Fair
enough?
If you
want to find out more about the entire story and events in my
life that led up to all of this then go to my Home Page at
www.our-mission-possible.com.
At
the beginning of my
Home Page
I will offer you various videos and access to other documents to
show you the horror that I and other people have endured. You
will see second hand the insanity from bureaucrats that cause
first hand the insanity I suffered.
It is the
insanity and hell that I want to shield you and others from.
It is what
compels me to work towards this goal so that other people will
not have to endure the unnecessary evil that so many people do.
It is my desire for people to learn
how to take charge of their own lives and free themselves from
the tyranny of evil, mindless, irrational people.
I also want to give thanks to
many other people besides Neo and Phoenix Michaels and Brent
Fletcher who have help me get through many of my trials and
tribulations.
I want to thank Dr. Phillip
Zimbardo for his inspirations and insight into the evils that
men can do and on his groundbreaking work on his famous Stanford
Prison Study and his latest book The Lucifer Effect. He
challenges people to learn how to fall into heroism instead of
evil. I hope I have not disappointed him too much.
I want to thank Stanly
Milgram on his studies on bureaucracies and the evil they do and
why and what we all can do to prevent or mitigate such abuses.
I want to give credit to Ram
Dass for his compassion and his patience as he teaches us to be
this way to everyone around us.
I want to give credit to Dr.
Rupert Sheldrake and his research in Biomorphic fields and the
implications this has for humans to build a better world.
I want to give credit and
thanks to Joseph Chilton Pearce – Author of man fine books – all
of which describes the open-ended potential that we have; if
only we dare to find the courage and take the steps to evolve as
individuals and to help each other towards improvement and
empowerment.
I want to thank Dr. Charles Tart and
all of his work in Psychology and his research in
to our potential as individuals and as a community.
I want to thank more than I
have room to give credit. Dr. Jeffery Mishlove, Dr. Robert
Frazier….
to our potential as
individuals and as a community.
So here I am, a man on a
mission!
If your want to get a glimpse of the hell,
the horror that I experienced and the vicious judgment I imposed
on other than just click on this link!
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