THE FIRST DAY OF TOMORROW.

 We the people must never forgive or forget the way we have been deceived by the Democratic party/ and the Republican Party. That distrust of the citizenry started within the Republican Party. No different than a man can become a woman and conceive, can a Republican become a Democrat to forgive itself? The lying and abuse by secrecy of those who think they are better than most is wrong and very misleading. The Public Unity Party is the new way to become whole once again as a nation and world leader. Secrecy is the death sentence to creation. Vote no contest for both parties. Donnie Harold Harris, Public Unity Party of America. Public Unity is a foundation of coexistence and subtlety. The public party of Indiana is a political party. "I," Donnie Harold Harris, started to cause change because of pain inflicted by hate. Hate can be any law passed to control the crowd. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts a little unusually. I have perfect recall. Kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the connection between the stomach and the brain, where emotional memories are stored. Our first brain. I remember everything emotionally. Allowing me never to have to remember anything as it happens. Things stick to me. I am sure the social workers have other causes. For now, I go with what has worked for me so far. Here we go. You are the first to hear my story. I was born on 8/1/1953 @6:33 AM on a Saturday morning. My mother, a teenager, was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. I was born 3 minutes after my brother, who disappeared before I was born 3 minutes later, @6:33 AM. August 1st, 1953.     My Mom told me, the last time I talked to her before she passed away, that she had to yell at the Delivery team several times, during those three minutes, to get them to her side because something was wrong. They had become overwhelmed, saving my twins' lives. I was very healthy; he was a sick baby born with Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome. Need a blood transfusion and an incubator for six months. My survival rate was 10%. His was 1%. We were not supposed to make it. Yet we did. I have visions of three souls traveling down to occupy the two bodies. Not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being, who was my guardian god, when the middle or third soul shot past me. The first is known this lifetime as Lonnie Darrel Harris, who has been my twin companion for eight other lives over the last 9200 years. This is our ninth and final one, per an old agreement. We have been twins any of those times. After several months of wondering what I had done to him, I was finally reunited and went on to this new life. At about 12 months. My male 14-year-old cousin, a repeating baby sister, had molested me. My Mom wondered why a teenage boy would hound her to babysit, so she watched him to no avail. I recall there were two babies on the bed when he Molested me. I could not roll over on my own. What happened to me was also sad. I have been circumcised against my knowing approval. I carry those scars to this day. By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 with 10 years of schooling/2nd grade twice, I would attend 21-grade schools more than once. Live in the guardians' home 5 or 6 times, up to 2 years. The last time we turned twelve was in the Marion County children's home. Donnie Harold Harris and Lonnie Darrel Harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friends and 100 or so teachers. I am not a Republican but an Ex-Democrat. I have united these two into a Unity. One that is the most numerous for any given thing. I believe our rights start at birth with our first breath. Government is a privilege, not a right. At all costs, the babies and children are at the most risk at this writing. Now, a new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery, mind stripping, and implanting new identities. The children are the new target of those trying to control our future. We are the citizenry and permanent residents of the planet, not anything made up in our minds. The government is temporary. Our right to single citizenship is a greater freedom for humanity. I do not believe in the slipping costs of a child or the slipping of religion or the spitting of citizenship. Be it a city-state, a country, or the whole world. Can you help us all to secure a future for our children? Hello, welcome home. It is I who shall point out one way we may go. I am Donnie Harold Harris, sent by a God I know as Dad, who might help our transition to our home planet's bouncy future. On a sunny Saturday morning, Donnie Harold Harris was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 AM. As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris was born @6:30 AMM. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African American lady who gave him a transfusion. Born at the new specialty hospital for Women Called The Colman Hospital at the latter campus of Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis. The training Doctors of Doctors are the best there are at that time. Thus saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have met Gods and Demons on this and other planes of existence. I was purposely sent here on a mission by My Dad, a God. I was raised in Hell and nurtured by genius. I have waited for the right time to express myself. I went to 21 grade schools, 1 junior high, 2 High Schools, and 4 universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sargent's care. I would experience torture and beatings, and piss-boarding. I had to endure turpentine poured into my asshole. I lived the hate of the poor American child firsthand. I was Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out in my gut are rape by two different cousins as a baby. Buddy Huddleston and Ronnie Harris. Both dead as younger men. A Rape by a Catholic Priest, at nine years old, changed my life's course to this day. I had only attended church once, close to the general hospital where I believed I was born. By 18, I would have been sexually used by 20 to 25 Catholic priests. Including the one that would later marry me, my Catholic wife. Father Morley, who introduced (trafficked) me to his brother Bud Morley. One Priest took my twin andme to Ca. Stopping along the way to pimp us out for cash. Worst yet, I was captured and forced raped by a military soldier at 15 in the summer of 69. After turning him in to the local police, who betrayed my childish belief that the police protected children, I was put to the test. The rapist soldier threatened to murder my whole family with a hunting knife if I did not drop the charges. I told the sheriff about this recent confrontation and had my case handled. So I dropped the charges as if I did not matter. Stating he was out of jail on bond, awaiting trial for a like charge at another Army base. They did as the catholic church moved the rapist around to different locations. After the Priest rape, I would be led down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to several Catholic priests and other clergy, up to about 20 locals, and trafficked to Hollywood for more. Where every John was a movie producer or film director. I became convinced this was my calling until a Loud booming voice changed my direction on Hollywood Boulevard. In the summer of 1969, the most famous movie star, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up two times in July 1969 for child sex. I was only fifteen at that time. I had been trafficked by 2000 or so johns, from Indianapolis to Malibu Beach, Teawonnia, Mexico, up to San Francisco. I knew the world was in trouble when a guy like Rock Hudson picked up a fifteen-year-old for sex. It all came together when I heard once again Gabriel's voice. I had established a maximum of never going where I did not know how to get back or where I was going. I turned him down. Twice. That was the second time I heard God asking me a question. I have to know about it from that day on. What if you were to become president someday? I have dreamed of becoming a scientist since I was a child. I never considered anything else. I was a long-haired, runaway 15-year-old little boy. I would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine sex party with two girls on Hollywood Blvd. With a small Charlie Manson following behind. I would meet him once again at Pandora's box at sunset. twice, like Rock Hudson, I turned him down. This was two week before the Tate/ other murders in Hollywood, Ca.. We had VillStreetet and Indianapolis, it's a home there in common. I did not know how I would get back to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy request. Young girls were a dime a dozen on Hollywood Boulevard at that time. Life moved on. I watched the moon landing on a white nine-inch black and white T.V. in a front window of a pawn shop on Hollywood Boulevard. I watched as the Astronaut said, "One small step for mankind," and so on...Then I flew back to Indy. A new man, a worldly man. All my cherries had been popped before I was 16.