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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).
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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 for god-sake).

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. Horse Cave, 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 identify themselves).
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 defender!

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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