nationwide governmental domestic terrorism

Nationwide Governmental Domestic Terrorism The State of Oregon..... My name is Samantha Stewart, in 2008 I moved out to Eugene, Oregon due to the fact that my father Donald Stewart, was 82nd Airborne Green Beret Special Forces Army Branch 1964-68 at Fort Bragg’s Division and I moved to Oregon to care for my father because he had the bone cancer and out of all of his Children 8 girls and 2 boys, I was the only one with no children and willing and able to do so. I was there a year and a half and stayed in my car and with people I had met while being there because the place where my dad wanted to stay which was in the driveway of the girlfriend of one of the many friends my dad acquired throughout his life as my father was a social butterfly and he stayed in the recreational vehicle my father had bought me, cause I didn't get along with the girlfriend of my fathers friend. I had chose to stay in my car in hopes of my father calling and asking for me to come get him. Finally after a year in a half and just when I'm telling my acquaintances good bye because I was getting ready to head to California, my father had called me and said “Sam, come get me their ripping me off”, as I had been telling him the whole time. I had replied “ Okay dad, Give me an hour and I'll find us a place to go”. I called my dad back 20 minutes later and told him” okay dad, I bought you a place, but you gotta give me a couple weeks cause I bought the cat lady’s house. He was like “what noway.” Anyways, I was able to get my fathers room ready in that two weeks but my father was allergic to cats, so he had to go through the back door straight to his room as it took me 9 months and forty gallons of white vinegar and mounts of baking soda to remove the smell due to the previous owners having around a hundred cats, but that’s all I had to work with. After about three and a half years of caring for my father, my brother had also been living there helping me with my dad, but one morning I had found my father unresponsive and I had woke my brother up and asked him what we should do and before my brother could answer me I was already on the phone calling 911 and as the ambulance got there, I demanded they take my father only to the V.A. Because that’s were my dads medical providers were and that’s what my dad wanted me to do. Unbeknownst to me, not only did they not take him to the V.A. They had also shoved a tube down my fathers throat which had collapsed his lung and WITHOUT talking to anyone the Sacred Heart River Bend Hospital in Gateway (Springfield, Oregon) had decided on their own , decided to put my dad in a medical sedated coma for a month and had placed a trachea in my fathers throat only for my father to have throat cancer which had spread throughout his body, and had killed him within a year, but while my father was in the coma my brother and I had went to the River Bend hospital to grab my fathers belongings and take him back some clean clothes for my dad to wear home when he got released from their alleged care. Upon our arrival we went to find his belongings only to learn that not only was my fathers things not in his room but they were located in the nursing station out in the hallway, which seemed weird to begin with. When my brother and I had returned home I had dumped out the bag of my fathers things to throw the clothes into the washing machine only to find that all my fathers money and pills were missing out of his wallet and pockets along with the gold coins I had gotten my father and his collector stamps I had also gotten him and my father had just gotten $10,000 back pay from V. A. he had $1000 tucked on one side of his billfold another $1000 tucked on the other side and a bunch of loose bills in the billfold part of his wallet and the rest was in our safe. My father also had a 90 count bottle of Oxycontin 60mg in the left pocket of my dads jeans (closed) and another 90 count bottle of 60mg Oxycontin in his right pocket with no more than a total of four out of it as I knew everything my father had, did, ate any and everything about my father I knew because I was caring for him. It was all gone someone from the hospital had stolen everything my father had with him. But low and behold, when I had emptied my fathers belongings there was a brand new white woman’s North Face Leather Jacket that just happen to fall out also, and which had a set of keys in the pocket and on those keys was the recovery pledge from the drug and alcohol recovery program, you know the “God Grant Me the Serenity to help change”, Anyway my brother and I was like what the hell. So I called the hospital and told the hospital operator that I found a set of keys that was in his belongings that wasn’t his so if anyone lost a set of keys to have them give me a call and that I probably found them. About two and a half hours later, I received a phone call and at the time I really couldn't understand that she said her name was Jules or Julie but when I answered hello she was like” Samantha?” I replied “yes' And the woman said “ I was told that you had found my coat.” Well I never mentioned her coat but I replied” So what is this recovery key chain that’s on the set of keys in the pocket with the recovery pledge on it?” and the woman replied “ well everyone has problems.” So I stated “ So is that where all my fathers money and pills went?”. The woman hung up the phone, she never did come get her keys, she went and told security that I threatened to kill all the nurses and doctors and or blow up the hospital. They were taking Ids in the parking lot I saw on my cameras at my house the cops had stopped by they had my picture and name up on the wall and when they woke my dad up a month later, out of his medical sedated coma, they had told him that I had through him out of a moving vehicle going 60-70 mph when in fact not only am I the one that called 911 and the ambulance picked my dad up from my house but I eventually had to purchase the call I made to 911 just to try to prove my innocence. When they took my dad out of his medical sedated coma my dad decided to go back home to Indiana with my sister so he could be closer to our family meanwhile I still had the house/ mobile home I had bought for my dad, not to mention everything I accumulated in the few years that I resided here, and within a few months at the ripe age of 36 out of nowhere my whole life I was told I couldn't conceive children, but once again low and behold miracle baby on the way.