Pat Hipskind, MBA PRHipskind@gmail.com

On March 28th, 1997, Good Friday, I came home from working out at Power House Gym in Kalamazoo, Michigan to my parent's house where I was living in Three Rivers, Michigan.

I went upstairs and turned on the computer. Back in those days we had AOL, America Online. I hadn't even gone into a chat room and I received the following instant message, from a user with a bunch of numbers as a screen name.

"Do you believe in God?"

I started to type an answer, and then on the screen appeared this question.

"Why?

"It was then quickly followed with, "If you Where to die Where M would you go?"

Then the instant message disappeared. 

About fifteen minutes later my heart started racing. I knew I was being attacked. I didn't check my pulse, but I am sure my heart was beating around 170 to 180 beats per minute. I went into the basement to see if that would get whatever was attacking me to stop. But it kept attacking me throughout the night.

My mother was freaked out, and in the morning I didn't think I could make it any longer. And then it stopped. I went upstairs to the bathroom, and while sitting on the toilet my stomach began to be pushed in and out. I could finally catch my breath and breathe.

The next morning I went to church in Vicksburg. A man I had met at the gym in Kalamazoo was the priest at the Catholic church in Vicksburg, Michigan. I sat three rows from the back of the church. It was cold out, in the 20s. There was still snow on the ground. And while sitting there a wasp started buzzing around me.

Since that day I have had many bizarre events happen in my life. I began to notice how horrible things have happened on my birthday and my mother's birthday, so I began to do some research and write down what I found. 

What I discovered and what has happened since is horrifying...The morning I was born, May 7th, 1964, was the crash of Pacific Airlines Flight 773, and the unveiling of a 4 story mural 20 miles away at Notre Dame University that is now known as "Touchdown Jesus."

My great, great, great grandfather John and his brothers Adam, Peter, and Philip came from Bavaria in 1852 to 1854 to Wabash, Indiana. They helped build the first electrically lighted city in the world, Wabash, Indiana.

The first atomic bomb code named "Little Boy" was dropped on Hiroshima on my mother's seventh birthday on August 6th, 1945. The rehearsal for the atomic bombing of Hiroshima was on my birthday, May 7th, 1945. The atomic bomb, "Little Boy", was transported to the Tinian Islands on the USS Indianapolis. And on its return trip home the USS Indianapolis suffered the fate of becoming the worst naval disaster in U.S. history. And the Lusitania...was sunk May 7th, 1915.

These events that some may say are coincidences are not coincidences! Yes, God does exist, but he is the son of Jehovah as I have found out. He is not the creator, Jehovah is. God is the executor of Jehovah's estate. And to me he is like Eric Cartman on South Park. I don't get along well with him.

Jehovah is like Master Shifu in Kung Fu Panda. Very scholarly. Elegant. He can be fierce but he is not a brute or a thug. It turns out I'm his private detective. But God, whom I call Warden Hoss, never gave me the memo or my family the memo. All Warden Hoss cares about is himself. He could have stopped the bombing of Hiroshima but didn't. He tried to set us all up. And Due Process of Law in heaven, don't count on it. Seriously, don't count on it. It doesn't work that way. That is why I am publishing this Monkey Trial online. God, aka Warden Hoss, insists that it be published online and he will not even accept legal filings and legal pleadings from Lucifer.

Photo by Bill Winston (Bill Davenport) at his house in Laguna Beach. Circ. 1992. 

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