Why I Think My Brother's Strangulation Was Attempted First-Degree Murder

As is well known to anyone who has been following my online activity for the past 11 years, I think my brother, Marc, attempted to murder me by strangulation on my dad's 54th birthday on December 30, 2012. What is less known is why I think this strangulation was attempted first-degree murder—not just a strangulation (which is still a felony in Minnesota). Indeed, I haven't written anything online about this fact other than in my recounting of events that I put on my home page in the first few weeks after it happened. Once one knows this fact it should become clear that my brother was attempting first-degree murder.

Fact: I thought I had an undiagnosed heart condition at the time. (Strangely, my case is similar to why Donald Trump accused MSNBC's Joe Scarborough of murder.)

My brother was aware that I had been to the emergency department more than a dozen times in the previous several months for heart-related issues, including one where I was put on oxygen for an entire night, after which the doctor told me "something happened" to my "heart muscle" when I woke up the next morning. Furthermore, I had been checking my blood pressure for months and had undiagnosed hypertension. Finally, Marc knew I was very frail and susceptible to heart-related issues.

On the day of the murder attempt, my family went to an Outback Steakhouse at approximately 2 p.m. When they brought out the salads, I found a wing from a dragonfly in mine, though I didn't say anything about it. My brother drove us to the restaurant, and he became angry when my parents allowed me to drive us back home. When I pulled into our driveway, my brother said, "I hope you kill yourself," which he had been saying for several days, and went to his room. He stayed in his room for the rest of the day with his door locked and lights turned off. At approximately 7:30 p.m., I went to his room because I needed my mom to use his computer (she didn't own her own computer at the time) to put money in my bank account so I could get something to eat from a grocery store (Byerly's in Chanhassen, Minnesota, specifically, which is now called Lunds & Byerlys). When I tried talking to him, he didn't say a word or give any indication that he was awake. My mom also tried talking to him, but went back to her room after he wouldn't respond to her. Meanwhile, my dad was in the basement, which was very uncharacteristic of him, though he had been spending his days there in the days or weeks prior to this incident as well. I then began pounding on his door repeatedly for about one minute. Without any warning and without making any noise, he swung open his door and jumped on top of me. He subdued me instantly and left me completely defenseless. While yelling and screaming the entire time, he squeezed a hand around my neck and began strangling me. I thought he was trying to murder me the entire time. My mom, who was in the room next door, never said anything and never left her room. Though I couldn't say anything while I was being strangled, in my head I kept repeating, "F.B.I., please help. C.I.A., please help. N.S.A., please help." Suddenly, he jumped back, screamed something, and went back to his room. I quickly ran down the stairs and called 911 before leaving my house. Even though I was on the phone with a dispatcher, I feared Marc would stop me before I could get to my dad's vehicle. Minutes later, a police officer and paramedic met with me in a parking lot next to my neighborhood, where they noted signs of a neck injury. I started feeling pain in my neck in the ambulance about 30 minutes after the strangulation and sustained pain in my neck for the next few days.

As I say in the original document I wrote within days of the attempted murder (with some minor edits): Marc was not arrested. In the few short minutes Marc and my parents had to talk before the police came speeding up to my neighborhood, they managed to fabricate a story that convinced the police not to arrest them. I am still living in the same house as my parents and worry either one of them could kill me. Marc, my mother, and my father need to be arrested.

Belated Happy 78th Birthday, Bill Clinton!

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