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My Parents Keep Putting Boogers on My Bed Sheet

UPDATED FREQUENTLY!

Beginning this month (August 2022), my parents have been putting their boogers on my bed sheet. Additionally, they have now put boogers on my bed sheet for at least three days in a row. Every time this happens, I have to wash all of my bedding. The police are unable to help, likely because these actions are in a legal gray area (I am by no means a legal expert). If you haven’t been following my online posts, my parents have basically been abusing me and making death threats to me on a daily basis since June 2022. See this blog, my Facebook profile, Jeers, or my YouTube channel for evidence.

Why my parents are doing this is anyone’s guess. For example, if I wanted to make a speculation, I could say they are political terrorists for the Libertarian Party, or religious terrorists for the cult-like religion called Eckankar, with its headquarters in my hometown, or some combination thereof. But that would just be speculation and would do little to help me with this situation.

On Facebook, I am calling on the Carver County Sheriff’s Office, the F.B.I., and the White House to give me a new identity with WITSEC, which I have not succeeded in getting for over 10 years.

At its core, my situation is a human rights case. If you want to help get me out of this abusive, terroristic situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.

The following photos show the boogers my parents have put on my bed sheet. They are organized by date in reverse chronological order. These posts were originally from my Facebook profile, and I am including my messages that go with the photos. I did not want my Facebook profile to become a gallery of photos of my parents’ boogers, so all future updates will be posted to this blog.

Here is a paragraph from my entry for today, which I think bears repeating:

I will create a blog post on NicholasScribner.com later today that documents my parents’ sociopathic behavior with boogers. My Facebook profile ought to look classier. I am, after all, the smartest and most sober person in my family. I believe my dad is dyslexic (I’ve never seen him read a book) and my brother, Marc—who tried to murder me by strangulation on my dad’s 54th birthday on 12/30/2012—had lower ACT scores than me. My mom used to always tell me she and her friends broke into her middle school at night and accessed the files with all the students’ IQ scores; my mom always said her IQ was 149–much higher than any of the other students. This is almost certainly a bunch of malarkey. The three of them together use enough drugs and alcohol to kill a blue whale!

Facebook/Nicholas Scribner

October 2, 2022, at 8:26 a.m.

September 30, 2022, at 6:33 p.m.

My dad was drunk and angry with me this evening. I think the reason for his anger was me adding back the quote and self-praise to the front page of this website, which I added at approximately 4 p.m. today.

When my mom got back to my house this evening, I went on a walk with her and my dogs. Because of my dad’s emotional and mental state, I made sure to check for boogers when I came back home. I noticed the following two boogers–which were placed near and under my pillow–when I got back to my home.

But before I took the photos of the boogers, a box of tissues fell to the floor as soon as I walked in my room–which has probably never happened to me before. Twenty minutes later, I discovered graffiti and possible semen next to my door frame (see last photo).

Before I started working on this post, my dad was yelling about and making fun of Sid Bedingfield and how he used to work for CNN.

If you want to help get me out of this abusive, terroristic situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.

H-E-L-P!

September 24, 2022, at 10:24 a.m.

My parents put boogers on my bedding again this morning. The boogers were small (I could only get one of them off with my fingernail because it was stuck), and I did not photograph them. I did, however, wash my bedding.

About 20 minutes ago, though, I noticed what looks kind of like poop on the box of one of my most cherished possessions–a Montblanc pen (see photo below). My parents also put a large booger, with blood, on the box of a Lacoste wallet I recently purchased (which I was planning on keeping).

In the spring of 2019, while I was a student at the University of Minnesota–Twin Cities, my parents smeared poop on the wall next to my toilet during one of their hot phases (when they are relentlessly abusing me). I called UMN that afternoon about my parents’ behavior, and they were able to get me in a private dorm room that evening! When I was a child, my mom would often tell me you know someone is crazy when one starts smearing one’s poop on someone else’s property. Make of that what you will.

As I’ve mentioned before, my parents are possibly terrorists for the Libertarian Party and the cult-like religion Eckankar. My strangler-brother, Marc Scribner, has worked for the Libertarian Party and their think tanks in Washington, D.C., and is getting married on October 22 of this year. October 22 is supposedly Eckankar’s most important date, and they call it their spiritual new year. My family has lived in Chanhassen, Minnesota, since 1993–seven years after Eckankar moved their headquarters to Chanhassen. My dad told me as recently as last year that I made Eckankar mad when I was a child, while making a paranoid and veiled threat that I am in some sort of spiritual debt to the cult-like religion (which I have never joined).

If you want to help get me out of this abusive, terroristic situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.

H-E-L-P!

September 23, 2022, at 6:19 a.m.

It’s been a while since I updated this article. My parents actually have left boogers probably half the days since my last update, but they were often so small I did not feel like posting them to this blog. When I tried talking to my parents after I got up this morning, they were terse and spoke in only one-word sentences, so I knew something was probably going on. When I checked my bedding, I found what I already knew would be there.

If you want to help get me out of this abusive situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.

September 14, 2022, at 8:22 a.m.

September 8, 2022, at 8:01 a.m.

My parents also left a small booger on my bedding sometime between this post and the previous one, which I chose not to include here (though I did do laundry because of it).

September 5, 2022 (Labor Day 2022), at 8:30 a.m.

It looks like I’ll be doing a separate load of laundry on Labor Day.

If anyone is reading this post, please call the authorities (I live in Chanhassen, Minnesota, in Carver County); it might seem like they are not taking your call seriously, but it would have an impact. You can call Carver County’s non-emergency number at 952-361-1231.

September 3, 2022, at 8:06 a.m.

Today is the second attempt of NASA’s Artemis I launch, which is important to me. This morning, I noticed a piece of dirty jute twine (which I at least used to keep in my room) or carpeting. I decided it was not worth photographing and adding to this post. I merely picked up the object with a tissue and threw it away. But I did decide I should do laundry because of it. As I was grabbing my bed sheet (on the opposite side that I usually check for boogers), I noticed a booger near where my head would be at night, which I photographed and am adding below. If anyone is reading this post, please call the authorities (I live in Chanhassen, Minnesota, in Carver County); they might not take your call seriously, but it would still have an impact.

September 2, 2022, at approximately noon

Last night (09/01/2022), my dad–who probably should be in a wheelchair–fell down when he got to the top of the stairs near my parents’ room. My mom was not able to move my dad, and a fight broke out between them. When I walked out of my room to leave the house, my mom blocked me from leaving via the stairs and screamed at me in a threatening manner to go back to my room.

Due to my parents’ suspicious and threatening behavior, I felt it was necessary to call the Carver County Sheriff’s Office. They came over to my house and got my dad in his bed.

But after they left, my dad fell out of his bed and couldn’t get back in it. As I was watching my dad try to get into his bed, he kept reaching for an object on his nightstand. He would grab the object and then put it back–over and over again. I asked what he was grabbing, and he screamed at me and whipped his hand at me while gesticulating a pistol pointed directly at me. He even motioned pulling the trigger.

Currently, my dad has been bedridden all day for what he claims is an inability to use one of his legs. My dad has had similar problems with his legs in the past, but I don’t remember him being bedridden before. Usually, when he can’t get up the stairs, he is able to walk again within 1–2 hours. He refuses any medical treatment. As I’ve stated before, I fear for my life.

I noticed these boogers at about noon today. After I finish this update, I will get my bedding out of the dryer. H-E-L-P!

August 27, 2022, at 11:55 a.m.

Yet again, my parents put a booger on my bed sheet right where my head would go. This means I am doing laundry for my bedding three days in a row.

I will create a blog post on NicholasScribner.com later today that documents my parents’ sociopathic behavior with boogers. My Facebook profile ought to look classier. I am, after all, the smartest and most sober person in my family. I believe my dad is dyslexic (I’ve never seen him read a book) and my brother—who tried to murder me by strangulation on my dad’s 54th birthday on 12/30/2012—had lower ACT scores. My mom used to always tell me she and her friends broke into her middle school at night and accessed the files with all the students’ IQ scores; my mom always said her IQ was 149–much higher than any of the other students. This is almost certainly a bunch of malarkey. The three of them together use enough drugs and alcohol to kill a blue whale!

Note: I am no longer starting each morning with a link to a song on YouTube. It was fun while it lasted, and I hope people liked some of the songs.

August 26, 2022, at 9:37 p.m.

I just found this large booger from my parents at the foot of my bed. This happened despite me pleading to my parents today not to put boogers on my bed sheet. It looks like I’m washing my bedding again tonight. This is the fourth time in the last nine days my parents have put boogers on my bedding—including yesterday!

August 25, 2022, at 8:22 a.m.

My parents are still putting boogers on my bed sheet. This is the third time I’ve photographed them and posted them to Facebook in the last eight days. The Carver County Sheriff’s Office refuses to get involved “unless there are 100 boogers.”

August 21, 2022, at 10:54 a.m.

My parents are still putting boogers on my bed sheet.

August 17, 2022, at 7:29 a.m.

I keep having to wash my bed sheet because my parents are continually putting boogers on it.

By Nicholas

I post photos on NicholasScribner and articles on Jeers (both dot com).

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