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So I digress...
In another State (and time), a guard ordered some scared retard (like me but I'm not necessarily easily scared.... conditioned is a better word for me).... the guard ordered him out of his infirmary cell but he remained cowered and crying in a corner. We were in the area where it's referred to as "INTAKE". We are told the injections and testing is to make sure us humans don't possess any invisible diseases which would hinder our being safely dispersed into the general prisoner population.
Anyway the retard across from me was crying and balled up on the small metal "bed" that jutted out from the rear of his cell. He was a young small guy, it was hard not to feel sorry for his apparent inability to adapt to the institutional situation of being in a cage away from loved ones. We are all "educated" that one is innocent until proven guilty but oddly enough nobody ever questions the business of incarceration for those that are too poor to bail themselves out pending a trial (is not locking humans up before any guilt is even established to be considered punishment to even those that are totally innocent?).
The commands of the belligerent officer apparently had the kid unable to cope and with each shout the kid just trembled and cried all the more.
I was across from the retard, about 16 or 20 feet from his cell. I knew what was going to happen all right. The
guard didn't seem to care that he was mentally challenged and after
shouting at the kid profusely, he left the sobbing kid to only re-emerge
later in a full-padded, almost armored-looking black suit, gloves, high
boots, shielded helmet, and not just him alone either!
Men arrived, literally marching in step,
single file. I can't remember if it were the left, or right hand, that
each man had placed on the shoulder of the man in front of him as they
marched with a rhythmic purposeful stomp. It was bizarre as the lead
guard held the clear 3 foot shield in front of him.... all those men for
one little stripped and unarmed kid. Which begs the question, which
party does the greater sin here? The boy in whatever he did? Or the
normal people, those good guys?
When I tell you they beat the hell out of
him, it really doesn't do the kid too much justice, so let me elaborate:
They beat and tasered this kid so hard and
so many times that they completely disemboweled
the crying defenseless kid right there on the infirmary's cell block
floor. With the kid's guts hanging out, and the guards unable to hide it
from the two nurses, they began to play that typical "stop resisting"
chorus. One of the nurses gave up and walked away stating " I can't
watch this anymore " and left holding her hand over her mouth.
I'm relatively certain
the kid didn't live. You will obey.
This is normal? Do you see why I found it
unbelievable that I am the one that is also retarded?
Later, when I made it into "population", I
learned of the particular guard that orchestrated the hit. He wasn't a
common jailer, he was something like a Corporal or Sergent...something
with a higher title. One day as he was passing through the cell block
overseeing the trustees prisoner slave workers as they gave us prisoners
meals comprised primarily of starches. I asked him whether or not the
kid had survived. The killer answered curtly, "What's it to you?!". He
walked up to my cell closer, "Do you know him or something? Mind your
own f$#@! business or it could happen to you, got it?!".
And just as any brave American, I meekly
said "yes sir", "I got it".
We all are defeated in my opinion. Not one
of us brave citizens actively did something to stop the murder of kids,
even of those that are publicized (Waco, ruby ridge, Kent state...oops,
not Kent state...i.e. What is the S.D.A. / Weathermen Underground?
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Kids were our last hope in the 60's until
the big influx of drugs to dumb them all down, the murders and
assassinations, peppered with the hush money of greater welfare and more
jobs, ... to build more prisons and jails for our offspring).
One time I was taken at gunpoint while driving through Kentucky. Who
does this stuff? Criminals do
things at gunpoint. I don't remember Officer Friendly's name but while
driving through Kentucky, I was forced at gunpoint to lay down on the
ground face first. Who does this crap!? Not even the hoodlums and gang
members of skid row L.A. do this, forcing us into this degrading
submission or else they feel justified to murder. ESPECIALLY in light of
the fact that the only person actively holding a pointed loaded gun and
threatening to kill is the guy with a job that programmed him to defer
his better ethics (and let's not even think about bringing in religion
Arrested. I think the charge was due to a problem with the license plate
of the vehicle, and nothing more. They control the records so it's weakly
hoped they don't embellish the records for some "necessary" reason. The
delusional system deduced that I was making bombs because of cat litter
and a lawn sprinkler timer (true story). This justified their
outlandishness to do evil.....their illusions and programmed fears had
them running the course, when no man pursues them in the first place.
Kentucky Jail personnel equally appeared to be taking excessive
caution around me. At first they put me into an isolated cell that had a
see-through toilet and no cot. Later some government people came on
separate occasions to see me. Eventually I was admitted into inmate
population. At one point I was demanded by a guard to rat out another
inmate there. The guard threatened to smash my head in. It just happened
to be one of my more braver moments in life as I shouted within inches
of him, "DO IT!", and even went so far as to dare him. Fact is though, I
didn't care. My head was already bashed-in during my stay in their jail.
While there, I was visited by an attorney who I promptly fired in
court when all I could hear out of his mouth was to plead guilty to some
ridiculous contrivance. The court gave
me their pinch-hitter, another attorney. Initially I didn't think much
of her either because of past experiences with the "public defenders".
Soon afterward I was escorted to meet with a secret service agent in a
side cell opposite of the wall of the holding area where my
cell was located. He told me he could make my life difficult for me as
he asked odd questions about my sentiments in reference to Bill Clinton
and the extramarital affair and how I felt about it. He was playing
"Devil's Advocate" stating that "what he did was wrong). The whole
meeting didn't last long, I really didn't have a clue what the hell that
guy was talking about. The meeting really didn't bother me though, I saw
it as the opportunity to come out of one cage to visit another (and
needed the exercise, including every step, approximately 20 feet). He
promised to make my life hard for me (this really threw me off....a
reason seemed appropriate, none was offered and to this day I'm still
clueless why I was being hunted (haunted?).
However, the meeting with the Secret (shhhs...) "Service" was without my
public defender's presence. It seemed to bother her more than me. I'm not
the one that informed her of the meeting, she told me it was one of the
jailers who had informed her.
It was through her, and later one of the jailers, that I learned that due
to the agent's capacity and title, he didn't even have to sign-in to enter
the jail (unlike the FBI who later came. poor guys had to sign in to
Apparently in Horse Cave Kentucky, not signing into a jail constitutes
sacrilegious prime-time conversational topic matter. I'm pretty sure it's
boring in Horse Cave Kentucky's society, but I'm just guessing that.
But as for that lady attorney, I'll never forget when I just KNEW
that this lady was suddenly angered alive and truly a public
Suddenly she not only was convincingly in my defense, but after the FBI
came to see me, she surprised me with her quickness in the courts in an
effort to get me out. I adapt pretty quickly and am certain It wasn't due
to any of my own efforts, not once did I visit a law library to file
motions to get out. Fact is, Horse Cave's Kentucky's Jail feeds
human-sized rations (and the food was actual real food)! And, as luck
would have it, Horse Cave was the rumored last jail in the State still
allowing smoking (as opposed to the cruel and unusual punishment atop the
punishment of incarceration, getting us hooked on cigarettes and telling
us we owe days and months and years of our lives for whatever "crime"
they've written into "law" plus other punishments including going
cold-turkey from the state-ordained drug of tobacco).
The Court gave me an ultimatum, sign a document that I'd never come
through Kentucky ever again or I'll do Five years in their prison! Okay,
this seemed extreme. No need to twist my arm though; I feel sorry for all
those people that have to live there ";-)
So I literally walked out of Kentucky before the FBI agents were able to
meet with me the second time. The first time, the two FBI agents called me
into a different cell from where the secret service agent met with me.
I was told to have a seat where they asked me questions of whether or not
I had ever owned a van (I think it was white). They showed me a picture of
the suspect they presumed was me. When I saw the picture, I honestly
wondered if it could be me. Involuntarily I did something that surprised
them (and me in retrospect), I slowly rose from the table with the photo
in hand and walked away leaving the two agents to look at each-other as I
walked to the bathroom in the holding cell (which had a door and walls all
around with the exception of the one wall which was see-through).
Inside, I looked at me in the polished metal mirror.
I looked at the photo.
I looked back at me, and then I held the photo up to the mirror with my
face side-by-side the photo when suddenly it hit me.
I re-emerged exclaiming, "WAIT A MINUTE, MY NOSE ISN'T THAT BIG!"
Somehow these FBI guys were led to believe I was some sort of a Timothy
McVeigh, or a killer, or maybe they were just planning their next patsy.
They brought up the name of a woman in Tennessee who owned the Owl's Roost
RV Campground in Tennessee, and asked questions about involvement in
criminal activities I wasn't privy of. I was clueless as to what could
make them so interested in me, surely I wasn't that huge of a problem on
the planet. Of the period they were inquiring about, I related to them
that at one point a Tennessee Sheriff had tried to convince a park
associate to sell Pot to me, but I did not perform well (I didn't buy it,
nor was I the person that proposed any such transaction. Apparently the
entire plot was brought to you by the "good guys"). I went on to state how
I wrote a politely flaming letter to the sheriff that orchestrated the
aggressive attempt against me. I told of another incident when later an
officer "conducted a traffic stop" of my dump truck, and forced myself and
the worker passenger out of the vehicle, where the officer brought up the
issue of the letter I had written, stating that it had been placed on the
police station's bulletin board and that the officers found it humorous. I
could detail more of what happened during that unlawful stop of my
traveling vessel, but can think of no good reason to do so at this point
in time. Needless to say I was eventually released, late for a job, but
without any "ticket".
So anyway, back to the Kentucky Jail issue, after having answered more
questions, one of the agents expressed that they didn't think the man they
were looking for was me, but inquired as to whether or not I would be
willing to provide hair samples. I replied "of course I will". That day
never came though. I was later released from the confines of the jail and
now walking with blisters on my feet, step-by-step I walked clean out of
the state of Kentucky, a common-wealth state that didn't want my type
there (whatever that type was). I have no clue what became of the vehicle
I drove in, but some of the property later was found at a somewhat
unlikely location (that need not be commented on).
This incident in Kentucky would later lead to Provo, Utah and my
voluntarily shaving every follicle of hair from my body, packing a manila
envelope addressed to the FBI and sent in the hopes that they might find
more amusement terrorizing somebody else. The answer was "no" and rang
with a bang. (*More
on Provo here)
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