If anything contained herein is important, copy it before it's removed entirely from the Internet. It's what they do to manipulate the public opinion.
Alternative title: Revelation 17&18 (and like a whore, the capitalists sell out)
Original document still online December 26, 2007?
"I saw them; how eager they were to kill kids"
Everything I will herein write, is true to the best of my recollection and abilities.
Of all the absurdities of this "New World Order", nothing hit home at just how subtle, how out-of-the-public's mind, murder can be when considering the operations of those that own the media PROGRAMMING, the prisons and jails, the police, the courts, the media PROGRAMMING, the children's curriculum in all the schools from grade-school to University. Nothing could ever be compared to the sudden exposure of all the FBI, S.W.A.T., Provo Police, Detectives, Channel 2 & 5 News, of all the supplemental witnesses such as the nice Mormon couple that ran the Amenity Inn Motel in Provo Utah; still nothing could hold the murderers accountable.
Provo heard a lie via programming, and the rest of the world heard nothing, of two very dead kids.
Not even God could have saved those kids
for the onslaught that was to befall them while they slept.
The tv stations that interviewed me when I walked from the on-site laundromat televised me saying :
"....and all I heard was bam, bam, bam...."
This shocked me.
For some indoctrinated reason it was somehow presumed that the
would be eager to share my lengthy interview with the rest
of the world. Instead, the only words worthy of being
apparently were a redundant "bam" in bam, bam, bam.
I don't recall if they even put a face with those televised words. Corporate Programming had me instantly converted from a witness to a crime, to a nameless, faceless person that only heard "bam, bam, bam".
They left out the part where I stated there was not due process of the law as they blasted those kids to death with a barrage of bullets.
They failed to report any need for a lawful fair trial, before the executions of a young boy who was "wanted" because he was alleged to have ties with the White Supremecist (boogie men) and they failed to mention much about the dead innocent girl that was also murdered without reason.
They failed to mention the fact that I had related to them of the lack of announcement from the police. There were no "Freeze Police!", there were no "Come out with your hands up!", there was no humane method otherwise exercised by grown "normal" men to arrest a young man. Grown men could not conceive a better means to get the kids out of the only door to room 212 of the Amenity Inn Motel.
The media failed to mention that I stated that the actions of the armed men put the rest of the public at risk, and that the humane thing would have been to get the rest of us citizens out of the motel for our safety before throwing a grenade through the window.
Instead, the "officer friendlies" used a grenade, the media PROGRAMMERS referred to this in a one-liner as a "flash-bang device". As if we couldn't possibly be any more dumbed-down. We should be so lucky that the media didn't call it a "goo-goo, gah-gah" ...."flash-bang"...phhhttt.
Instantly after the first loud bang from the grenade came down the door with a barrage of bullets to ensure that the boy and girl were dead where they slept.
I had never heard
a blast that loud before but I
stepped out into the outside as pieces of the ceiling were flaking down
room and bed.
An agent spotted me as I walked around to look upstairs! He was possibly FBI, not police, and not swat. Dressed in a black suit and suddenly activated as if by a switch, pointing to me as he walked aggressively in my direction shouting "GET BACK! GET BACK IN THERE! GET BACK AGAINST THE WALL NOW!" He had me inside the room and I was pretty much with my back against the left wall toward the head of the bed. He briskly walked past looking pumped up on the devil and demanded to know who else was with me in there. But he was already knowing the answer as he did a quick look-see into the bathroom and the tiny coat area, and was heading back toward me barking the order that I was to stay in the room and not come out.
However, that order seemed a bit vague to me as there was not the attached timeframe. I had a new job to go to in the morning. So after the man left from my view, came I out with a load of laundry, exiting left to the small laundry area in the inner-corner of the motel that was shaped like an "L".
At one point I realized it was
going to be a long night, the place was crawling with suits and armor alike.
The motel was either out of detergent or I hadn't the correct change so I began to pass through the parking lot toward the road where the media were held back, their trucks and antennas and cameras and microphones moving back and forth.
*It is noticed this date, April 4, 2018, that all reports of the murdered kids was completely removed from the internet. This date I see there's not hardly any indication of anything that happened there. This is par for the course with this type of rule. I tried searching Google with search terms such as: "amenity inn 212 Utah flash" and, "amenity inn 212 Utah murder" and, "amenity inn Provo Utah murder two".
one result promised a synopsis that the killers were "cleared"
of the shooting deaths. I found the link using search terms
in google: "amenity inn Provo swat
FBI". I see that the myriad of comments were also removed
concerning the murders. Situation Contained.
When was the last time
you heard of S.W.A.T. serving a warrant against a guy who simply made a
verbal threat (nothing physical) to a woman that had blocked him
parking space because she was inconsiderately parked, causing him
story has changed a few times with the media
PROGRAMMERS.....conveniently the versions have been removed from the
internet (and our mental consideration). As for their last-ditch
effort and claim that
he was a
white supremacist, they could have stated he was anything under the
sun (such as Black Panthers, Zionists, Taliban, Martian; one thing is
for certain though, we would never know that he donated a body part to
an un-related young parent that he did not even know. The Good
will not be tele-vised),
but somehow to be in that particular group warrants capital
without a lawful trial. Meanwhile the plutocrats that create these
laws, and also the attrocities and violations of the very same laws, are never attoned for in this present form of Justus.
I have my reservations
about the sanity of our
population having been exposed to bad
in reference to the dead kids, in just a few short years after the
happening, here's all I found:
Swat break down door unannounced laying down a fluffy pillow of bullets
after first utilizing a grenade against a U.S. Citizen, authorities claim
biswell was of soundness of mind to awaken in miliseconds and locate a
(or was it a television remote, or cell phone, aw hell it was dark in
let's call it a gun!), to defend himself against the unverifiable,
unanounced, unknown aggressors / attackers that firstly threw a grenade
and 50 + bullets into their room where the "wanted" kid (and innocent girl) slept (and were no
threat to society, unlike others).*somewhat
you notice in one of the "news" reports by their programming
loudspeaker (media programming) that they bothered to make the point
that the police did not shoot at
the girl. Yet the girl is dead. The "news" stopped at that
point with no clear statement stating why or which officer shot the
girl. Oh but the media PROGRAMMING did bother to issue this
"a bullet went through him and killed her".
that the most heinous audacity? The boy is guilty for
letting the bullet pass through him and therefore killed the innocent girl. The bullet is guilty for not
acting like a "smart" bullet.
when does it become necessary (let alone legal) for S.W.A.T. and the
F.B.I. to serve a warrant for a threat made
by a martian, a whale, or a "white supremacist"? Our
programming heard one
man's "news" title, "white supremecist killed", and all cognitive assessments and reasonable rational responses are
as if by a switch (Did I
mention programming is not just for
computers?). The corporate media PROGRAMMING even
had the audacity to claim that one of the kids didn't die until
reaching the hospital. I can't even imagine which piece they
found still alive up there.
If there's a prayer that the state-sponsored terrorists ought to be praying, it's that there is no God.
Here are a few ways to get a couple of kids to come out of a motel room PEACEFULLY (a.k.a. Safely, a.k.a. LAWFULLY!).
Gas him out
Consider utilizing the only air-conditioner under the only window next to the only door of the only room that the guy was in.
Perhaps consider a non-lethal dose of sleeping agent or some of that LSD used so generously on our unsuspecting troops and inmates during Project MK-Ultra's Attrocities (later Jonestown is born, read it and weep).
Knock on the door to announce to the human that he is wanted (preferably with a reason)
With Dignity and Courage,
if he's willing to come out peacefully (chances are that anyone on the
planet would come out peacefully when the over-armed massive force
outside are aiming loaded weapons at the door threatening to end his life if he didn't comply).
Maybe first ask the kid to send out any other innocent humans that might have nothing to do with the warrant being "served" (served for who? and by who? Is there not a law of the land that make this completely illegal against the citizens of the U.S.?).
3.) Wait him out. He's got to get hungry some time. Feed him that crap about how the tax money goes toward the inmate's "well-rounded nutritious meals". Tell him there's an extra P&J sandwich in it if he comes out peacefully (as if the kid is going to do anything else). Over 30 armed men to kill one american boy and not so much as an apology for the murder of the innocent girl. Covered by another lie.
God forbid if the agents should save our Nation's budget, spare a bullet and a grenade from our already negative monetary worth (i.e. http://usdebtclock.org). When do you suppose might be a good time to recognize our Nation needs YOU to come up with a money-maker idea to satisfy it's lust for more at the cost of all rest of us? We have a real big problem, mismanagement doesn't even come close to describing our dire end here. I would love to have the freedom of speech right now to suggest one possible answer to save America, but I know the limit before they simply make you disappear.
Ascertain if whether or not his mother, his sister, his brother, his
grandmother, his father, his children, his dog, etc. would kindly come down to the motel room to call the boy
out (the boy that wasn't even aware of the plotting men outside his room).
could possibly go on more about all the humane/evolved ways to get a boy out
the options available in my mind would
NOT be to throw a grenade through the window and lay
down a barrage of bullets, and then adhere to the "mum's the word" programming....that's
just common sense. This is one of the underlying reasons
that there is such a high suicide rate amongst the armed
employees. They had their chance on this earth to choose to do right, but didn't.
1.) Don't crap in your own back yard
2.) Don't bite the hand that ultimately feeds you (your employers do not grow your food, make your clothes, build your houses and cars)
Don't burn the bridge you're standing on until you first build a better
one. Our Nation, just like any Nation, has some ills. For
instance the drug "problem". But why would you lock up and
mistreat the poor for buying the drugs that rich prominent powerful men with planes, ships and
control over CUSTOMS saturate our Nation with? By turning a
blind eye toward the root of the problem makes you complicit, now you
the problem added to the problem. If the problems are caused from
on high, it requires courage to first recognize the root of the
problems in our Nation, and then to consider the moments one has to live. One cannot stare intently on the problems
themselves as if they are the cause, but must first recognize that there is a cause to any
problem (and then
work bravely dealing with the remedy). In
other words, if you surround a population with foreign-born drugs, it's
probable that the population will become victimized by the importation
of the drugs. It is the source, and not the end-user of the
product that is the problem.
A rational human cannot state "oh we have more criminals in this country, hence we need more police, jails, prisons, courts, attorneys, fees, fines, etc.", without first recognizing that we have more profiteering laws, hence the manufacturing illusion of more "criminals".
instance, if it's legal for an adult
human in any other nation to walk across the street of ones own free
will, yet in America there's a law against such an action, then with
the elimination of the laws and lawmakers there's no "J-walking"
"criminals". Crime reduced, next!
So work to eradicate that one-group-profiteering law and you do a good deed to the Americans, AND diminish the amount of "criminals" in our Nation!
It's a start, now you're on the path to peace and good-will, next solveArrest
those that sell Americans the cancer-causing foods (for their
profit) and cancer-causing cigarette makers *imagine if I or you sold
kids on smoking (or any poisons)? We'd be jailed or killed.
So how is it that if the action is ordained by the few, that
nobody puts any thought to the murderers?
I still remember the PROGRAMMING i received as a child....cartoons are the root of why I started smoking, poisons that kill me while I type. Media Programming flashed images and cartoons that children watch, the ones such as barney rubble and fred flinstone "enjoying the smooth taste of a winston". Imagine I or you selling cartoons which other kids will watch, and hooking those kids in the cash-crop of tomorrow for the profit of the few.
Why are they still not locked
up? Why have we not seized THEIR properties and carried out THOSE
assasinations (since we're so good and courageous to murder kids of our own Nation)? I
mean, why stop with kids? After having obeyed orders to kill American kids, where do you go from there? What
exactly in your minds would constitute a more heinous immorality?
I can think of nothing more cheap than to be in a gang of armed grown
adult men and being ordered to ambush a sleeping kid.
nose is ground so hard into a tree (your job's ethics, etc.) via PROGRAMS, you too will be
consumed failing to see the forest fire on the other side of that
tree. Step back. See the bigger picture here.
Save our bloody Nation and arrest the looters!
the rest of our Nation's woes will be minor compared to the greater
damaging factor in 2018. Bad Business, in my opinion.
If another man can tell you to kill a kid, what kind of ethically-deficient creature does that make you? Was it for the $30.00 dollars you are paid per hour? And if God gave you 3 days to live, could you not conjure up a better way to embrace that time?
that if this type of "justice" is legal, then Hitler's Army too, are
innocent. They also were just "doing their jobs".
should murdering two of our OWN be lesser than what Hitler's Armies did
to the rest of the non-German world's children? At least they killed other people for the gain of a dollar.
Phew, glad I got that off my chest.
So, while passing through the parking lot of the Amenity Inn, I passed by an officer, I believe he was S.W.A.T. I stopped and inquired as to what was going on. He stated he knew as much as I did, but that the guy up there did something really bad and that they were not aware that a girl was in the room with the man, he then ushered me on. I went on to another agent and inquired the same question, he told me they had the place staked out for three days, and then acted like his eyes should remain trained on the blasted-in door of the second-story motel room, I was told again that I should keep moving.
By the time I stepped foot on the sidewalk I was confronted with the manipulated embedded media. Channel 2 and 5 news, in particular.
The plot festers:
Much later, after many of the agents were thinning out of the parking lot, I contemplated that earlier I inadvertently told my bipolar girlfriend over the phone which room I was in. I mistakenly told her room 212. The conversation was only a few hours before the kids were murdered in 212. The actual room I was in was 112. I recalled that voices were heard in the background when speaking with my girlfriend over the phone, and remembered my perplexity and frustration to her odd (odder than "normal") behavior. Weeks later, my ex-girlfriend and I spoke over the phone again. She told me it was the FBI that was in her home coaching her, and that they were inquiring of my whereabouts *when in fact, a day or two earlier, I was released from their somewhat local jail only a few miles away. Read on before assessing me please, I was guilty of nothing of any conceivable discontent to the community to become added to the ranks of "criminal". In essence, I was guilty of quelling a belligerent gun-pointing bipolar girlfriend without causing her or anyone else any inconvenience as she was disarmed PEACEFULLY by myself! Jail was of course the only solution to this ruling unevolved overpriced judiciary! (that's a cue, arrest the Judges that are criminal)
The other witness of the murders in Provo was a woman that expressed to me her vantage point over mine, and how she just happened to be looking out the window as the militarized men arrived. We spoke in the laundromat next to her room, as the bulk of the commotion had quieted (still with more officers than one might imagine needful for two kids, my estimate is more than 30 officials were complicitly running around there), I inquired what she thought we should/could do.
She stated to me that she did not want to get involved, (and then used her children as proverbial crutches to return to her room). She also failed to show up at the police station's press conference the following day. If this militarized action were against her own children, would she weep of the lack of humanity in the rest of us, failing to hear her, failing to comfort her in her loss (had they been her kids)? It IS a hard thing to have courage to see the larger picture, but we're simply talking about her going to a press conference to state what she saw. Words were too much, "I have kids and can't get involved" phhhtt....disgraceful display of apathy. We CAN DO BETTER!
I was denied access to the
Conference which was held at their police station not far from the
After being denied access, I stepped back out onto the sidewalk as instructed and debated if I too should just walk away, forget about it and not get involved.
I reasoned with myself that they were not my kids; however I blame religion for stopping the incoming reporters.
Since the initial "news"
reports were incorrect
the details, one by one I confronted the reporters that were beginning
It was all the
same with the reporters though, "I'm sorry, I've got a job to
do and need to get in the station now, we're having a press
Other reporters stopped and
listened to me momentarily, but
apparently I'm not the greatest public speaker, and I imagine their
bosses dictated to them to report on the conference, so they would be in
dereliction of their "jobs" even if it were to gain an authentic
version of the murders.
The reason I felt compelled to
go to the Press Conference was due to a conversation I had the next
after the bloody night. Going into the front desk of the
kind blondie Mormon lady and her husband were
caretakers at the motel (or whatever they're job title is
called), but the wife spoke alone with me somewhat candidly. We
discuss what happened the night before in more detail. The woman
behind the desk
disconcerted when I related to her that one of the agents had told me
that the motel had been staked out for three days to catch the man up
there, but were somehow not aware of the young girl in room 212.
The woman became startled behind the desk, stopped me and stated, "that's impossible", she pointed toward what I'm assuming was her log-in book stating, "The girl is who rented the room and it was her that came down to pay the daily rent". She went on to state that her and her husband were not even aware that a man was up there since it was rented as a single-occupancy room to the girl only.
I left the Mormon Lady's
presence and slowly
walked back to my room, noticing the state-sponsored smashed-out
door, the caution tape, some holes from shots fired, the mess was
evidence of programming to the extreme, unlawful actions that
were, in their best wisdom, willing to take to "ensure the
safety of themselves" (against two sleeping kids).
Then, while sitting on the edge of the bed, I began to contemplate. For months I had been told from numerous family members and acquaintences from numerous states telling me that the FBI was looking for me. And now here they were, right out in the parking lot just the night before. I began to recollect also, placing it into context, that I had inadvertently told my girlfriend I was in the room directly above me, the room without a window, the room that surely had splattered blood over every wall and piece of furniture.
In fear, I left to a country park to pitch a tent and considered what to do next.
It was while living in that tent, eating creative meals of dry cat food, too broke for people food, I again called my ex-girlfriend for more details about her encounters with the FBI.
Nothing she had to say sounded good, nor did anything she had to say paint a picture as to why they are still hunting me.
While at the park, the on-site parks-man and I struck an agreement that I would install a couple of masonry wing-walls outside of the restrooms for him, and that he'd repay me by letting me stay in the Park beyond the "lawful" limit, of which I was already beyond.
He remained to watch and help with the unloading of the concrete block and mortar from his truck, until he felt comfortable that I knew what I was doing.
While unloading the materials, the
Parks Agent and I spoke. I told him how I had
recently been released from jail, and of the outrageous reason I was
placed in their jail in the first place. I told him I was held in
jail for months but the facts are that I hadn't done
ANYTHING wrong aside from wanting to be left alone and not bothered
the police. I think my "crime" was disorderly
conduct...phhtt....after they beat me up.
The groundsman inquired more,
and I told him. I told him how Tamara, my ex-girlfriend, had
and pointed it at me.
I told him where it happened, directly in front of the door of a
"7-11" convenience store
on such-and-such street *AND THAT THE ENTIRE EPISODE WAS RECORDED ON
THE 7-11 SECURITY CAMERAS. I told him of how I was
incredulous at her sudden explosive demeanor, how I walked toward
grabbing her by the arms and shoulders and how I shook her into her
senses. (Tamara is Bipolar. Bipolar
people aren't totally bad....just not always predictable, even when
medicated, in my opinion).
I told the groundsman how I
just glad that she hadn't pulled the trigger (even if it was just a BB
gun), and how quickly the
situation had been quelled over whether or not I slept with someone
other than her that day (it's a ridiculous story that I won't even
bother to elaborate, coupled with the fact that She and I had only
known each other
for a few months...maybe a year in all, but I doubt it).
Suffice to say, Tamara became calmed down and we began to hear the sirens getting closer. I'm not certain that it was out of caring for my freedom that she told me to run; she knew about the problems I was having due to the government officials and their hunt for me, before the Amenity Inn murders (which followed after my release from jail from this very incident). But when she said run, with a look that I knew was my last, I ran.
Not very far though.
Sorry, so getting back to the park:
The time came that the Parksman could no longer hide me as a permanent tented fixture.
an old farmer and his wife
took me to their house and expansive property placing me in a trailer
which was also on their land. I was told to tend to the
place (feeding livestock and obtaining eggs, etc.) but the real job was
selling his relative's potatos to the general public. The potatos
were delivered via Semi-truck and long trailer beds full of
unbagged red potatos. My main job was everything from
unloading, weighing, bagging, marketing , and sales. I
built large pyramids of bagged potatos stretching for probably more
than a quarter-mile of
frontage beside the road. And with each hundred feet or so of
road frontage that a passerby on the fast-paced road drove, the driver
had to see my 4 foot by 8 foot signs all painted up and leaning against
the pyramids of potatos. Believe it or not, it soon became a
much higher profits to the farmer (and me).
This went on for awhile until the old Farmer felt as though I were
making too much profit (*The deal was that I was to give him only what
he asked per pound of potatos. The fact that I was giving
him more than what he had asked eventually became paled when he learned
of what my profit was, about double his asking price). It
wasn't just by my efforts alone, I'm telling you right now, those
potatos were the best potatos anybody that bought them had ever
tasted. There were no culls like the potato farm I worked
York as a youngster. These potatos were healthy, looked good,
tasted good, and
were worth paying more for.
End of story.
The farmer ultimately called a halt to the whole operation but he was very old and I knew that he had just hit a geriatric moment or phase, so there was no use in disputing the matter. The reason for it's success was also due to the fact that the old farmer owned so many hundreds of acres of land. The cattle had to be "found" (seriously). But luckily the old farmer cued me in on their grazing habits and I could find them readily and bring them in. But while four-wheeling the plains looking for the cattle, I found skulls and cool rocks and dead twisted timber and stuff that looked like movie-props. If something looked unique, it was picked up and the stuff brought to the side-of-the-road trailer which the farmer allowed me to reside in.
Would you believe people were buying
stuff!? ROCKS! BONES AND SKULLS, DEAD BRANCHES,
making collages and
other garden-art (and finally had come to earn enough money to buy my
own food, hygiene, and other stuff).
Weeks or months prior to the murders, Tamara and I had under happier moments, rented from the same Amenity Inn Motel. I was still growing in my hair that she had helped me to shave a week or few earlier. At one point a relative had informed me that the FBI came to their home and startled them as they inquired about my whereabouts and told them lies in an effort to obtain my whereabouts. Somewhat angry because I knew I couldn't possibly have done anything that warranted being searched the country-over, so it was then that I ordered every solitary hair in every conceivably place of my body, including eyebrows and arse-hairs, to be shaved by myself and Tamara and packed into a large manila envelope addressed to the FBI.
The FBI went and questioned my acquaintences in Atlanta Georgia asking where I was and if I were capable of murder. *There's a good selling point for me to aspire to rectify with a bandaid.
One person was asked
if I were capable of an assassination.
In Dallas Texas, while entering a home without a warrant, the best apology they could give the victims of their wrath was to plant false seed to the extreme, of how I may have killed a child and that's why they bust in the door (sad justification, not just because it's a lie)!
This is the
audacity of the programmed ones. That stunt they pulled in Texas ALONE almost
cost me my life! *Note to self, add the strangling episode to the list
While in Provo Utah, the first
of two meetings with the FBI, initiated
having called to inquire about a cease-fire against my person. An agent agreed to pick me up the following day.
escorted into a brick building of an office parking lot full of similar
other brick buildings. Taken up the steps into the building and
then into a large room on the left, with a larger than
common table and some seats
only, It was obvious that the large mirror in the wall served as
I was introduced to an agent from the east coast who had flown in from Washington, DC for just this occasion.
When he insinuated that I was being questioned about a possible murder, that suddenly had me rising out of my chair reminding him that the only murderers in the room was them!
The next day I attended another meeting with the FBI, and this time I was given some liquid that may have made me a bit giddy. I remember giggling, it was kind of bizarre actually, my spirits were at an all-time high (no pun expected). Again, they gave me another lie-detector test. They asked all sorts of questions, and many of them were repeated questions from the day before. I was reminded several times that I could only answer "yes" or "no" to the questions. The interviewer on the second day was the only one in the room throughout the whole visit, but I knew there were others behind the large glass/mirror because at one point I answered a question inappropriately and could hear the sounds behind the large mirrored wall. It may have been laughter and a slap against the table, but just in case, I apologized to the man asking the questions (realizing that my giddy state might not be appropriate).
The history of this started
sometime ago, but in relation to the aggressive visits FBI made to
family, they visited and defamed me to my sister's home
in NY (at that time), they questioned my
mother and her husband in Ohio (at that time),
they went to my father's in
Florida and planted bad seed, they even bothered a man whom
I barely knew, a resident of a hole-in-the-wall town called Castor,
LA., they bothered people in Texas,
NY, GA, FL, UT, LA, and there were probably other states, too.
was being tracked,
terrorized, defamed, and the only thing I
could conceive doing at the time was
to stay far away from anybody I
It was there in the FBI's unmarked low-key building that I learned who I was, what I was.
I'm very appreciative of that
FBI agent for his honesty, for helping me to understand something
that any normal person would
probably have picked up on.
Anyway, back to the 7-11 story: My girlfriend told me to run and I ran but was too tired to outrun the gun-toters, a.k.a.. officer friendlies. They threw me down and beat me, and after damaging my shoulder which is damaged even to this very day, I was jailed.
This is how I came to be in the Utah jail for disorderly conduct (or some other frivolous FALSE catch-all epithet).
I sat in that jail while Tamara, of all people, was free to come and visit with lesser and lesser frequency as the months passed. It was quite a distance for her to drive (or so I was told), but in her letters she related to me all her efforts to right the wrong that the justus system was doing by holding me for no lawful good reason. Even after I presented to the jail a copy of her full written admission, the so-called justice system would not let me go until I pleaded guilty to a lower "crime”.
And by the time I was released from that jail, it was probably with the sighs of the jail employees and upper controllers.
I was beginning to cost them as opposed to profit.
time I left there, not only were
there many more inmates requesting to go with me to the law library to
study, which required more officers to escort all of us onto a bus down
to the City Law Library at the Court/Attorney Den, the cost of doing so
seemed to coincide with the success of my motions to the court
and D.O.C. and/or the DOJ (Department of "corrections" and the
Department of "justice") which forced the illegal jail
to break ground for the
construction of a LAWFUL legal
library to be built for the inmates to further a semblance of a "fair
The real victims are the Public though. Thoroughly propagated are
a huge slew of misinformation and askew data served via the education
system (SYSTEM), as well as the tele-vised, printed, and aired
PROGRAMMING. The money either goes into the pocket of the
few, or distributed to what the money was supposedly going toward in
the first place (see Administrative Law and Executive Law, then check-in to a jail to see for yourself).
no paid attorneys for the bulk of those held in the cages of
jail. The fact that there's not been a trial to distinguish
whether it is right or wrong to hold all those people is a
money-scheme. Punished untilTrial (or until you fork over that dough chump). If those in jail
HAD money for a paid attorney, they would have probably preferred to
themselves out of jail
first place. Since our nation is overrun by the overzealous
we enjoy more laws than any other nation on the planet (hence more
"criminals" than any other nation on the planet). So in effect,
the controlled test-population is comprised
of the expendable poor, as they are forced in a predetermined corner
with the illusion of two predetermined "choices": to
either "represent" himself, or
another man whom might meet with the inmate all of 20 minutes
day of trial, to be appointed by the same Court that shares financing
with the prosecuting attorney. This isn't a scam?
The studies revealed that with judicial nomenclature, the victimized are left clueless in their defense. Judicial nomenclature uses many common words that are known and used by the average man, however the judicial crew take the common words and give new definitions; an amazing perversion of our common, otherwise colloquial words, that only the judicial system uses against the common man.
Next Page: When
you are broke, hungry, homeless and hunted...you will steal to obtain
some food or a shower. I know you are saying, "No, I would Never
do this" or "I would never do that". I'm telling you from
experience. Having been so hungry and hunted, eating out of
dumpsters and stowing away (to get away from the hunters)...when your
existence is in
danger and you've nothing to defend yourself with, I say again, "you
will steal and do anything in an effort to stay alive".