Thursday, February 25, 2010

Harassed by The Man

This is a copy of an old email, not a proper blog post:

So here's what my night was like. I went to the new Carl's Jr. on Toepperwein to try the "Green Burrito" sub-restaurant. I ordered a Green Burrito and it was very good. Better than Taco Cabana. I shall return. As usual, I drank as much Diet Coke as possible in order to get my full $1.89's worth. Hours later I decided to cruise by Fredo and Brandon's house to see if they were still awake. They either had already gone to sleep or were not there, so I proceeded back down FM1518 towards my place. I had to go the bathroom and was looking for a store or gas station open where I could go. If you know that area, there are none, so I pulled into a public park with an apparent restroom building next to an elementary school.

As soon as I entered the driveway I saw a police cruiser, followed by a second. They lit me up before I could approach the rest facility. I got the treatment. What is your name, give me your license, are you on drugs, what have you been drinking, do you have weapons on your person. What are you doing here. Where did you come from, what was your destination, what was your purpose, why are out at this time of night. Oh, you have friends? What are their names? Where do they live? No, not the next street beyond that school, what is their street number and name? If you really have friends why don't you recall their specific street address? Oh, you have a GPS, and you rely on that to get you around? Is that so. A very convenient excuse.

Do you have any weapons? (Yes, a knife in my left front pocket.) Why are you carrying a knife? My brother gave me his after I lost mine. Do you have any guns on you or in the car (no.) Do you own any guns (you bet your ass I do.) Why do you have guns (because I'm a patriot.)? Are you planning to commit crimes? Umm, not ever. Why would you want to to own a gun? Because it's my Constitutional right. Oh really, well around here that's considered a terrorist manifesto.

Google the 2009 MIAC reports. There you will find federal documentation of the FBI informing state police PDs that the new terrorists are conservatives, gun owners, returning veterans, retired  police, and listened to Alex Jones.

So you say your name is such-and-such, and your license, registration and insurance confirm this. Why should we believe your lies? You look suspicious to us, trying to stop for a piss in a public park with your suspicious Mitsubishi Galant with its missing hubcap. We've had reports of multiple suspects applying graffiti to our fine park restrooms while dressed in khakis and white T-shirts and driving dirty white pearl Galants with missing right front hubcaps. You meet our profile -- it's nothing personal. We won't arrest illegals for DWI but we'll detain patriots for 15 minutes based on suspicion of having to micturate.

I have never seen anything like this. I never heard anything like this. They confiscated my ID and my knife, they made me stand in front of the dash cam of one of their cruisers and facing away from them, and they asked to search my car. When I said of course they could. they made sure I understood that my entire car and all its contents were to be searched. I told them that they could tear the thing apart. I offered to give them a $20 tip if they'd also check the transmission fluid level, since I didn't know how. It was 35 degrees and I was standing in front of a police car, which was filming me, in my standard grey hoodie and shaking my ass off from the cold. And one officer was like, gee, you're really nervous? I am? Look at you, you're shaking like a leaf. Maybe that's because it's freaking cold out here. And I really have to take a piss. That's not helping. I have no doubt that if I had wet my pants I'd see the video from the dash cam up on YouTube the next week. That's how they operate.

So they asked and I let them search the car, which I shouldn't have. The reason I did is that one saw my hat. The evil, scary, terrorist hat I bought from Alex Jones that says "Come And Take It" with a star and the outline of an AK-47. They said, do you have guns on you? We saw your hat. We know people like you, show us where your guns are. It's OK, we don't need to get violent if you just tell us where you've hidden them. I assured them that even though I do own guns, the hat was not a threat towards them, that it was simply a message to Congress about the 2nd Amendment. I told them that next to military, the group of people I respect most are police. After having palmed my crotch, and having rifled through my messy car with precision that I cannot verify, since I was forced to face into the camera, the good officers came to the epiphany that I was neither a graffiti artist, nor any threat to them. They let me go. I was honestly surprised. I thought surely they'd find that my front right tire was below the minimum PSI standard for Schertz, TX, or that my paint had too great a pearlescent flake for their CC&Rs.

I kid, but I don't. This is becoming a standard, a practice and religion. Last year I was treated similarly when I parked across from my Whataburger to listen to Coast-to-Coast AM and sports talk radio. It so happened that across the street was inbetween two bank branches. So I was under suspicion of bank robbery. And years before, Frank and Fredo were forced to rescue me from a similar incident off of I-35 and Toepperwein because I had evily parked my 626 in the cul-de-sac of an abandoned industrial district and was breaking the law listening to Coast-to-Coast. The cops made me walk to a pay phone over a mile away to call Frank to pick me up. I told them that I had a cell phone, but they said I was not allowed to use it. I told them that my car was perfectly capable of getting me home, but that was illegal. Total B.S. Pure fiat power trip.

I am so pissed off that I can't even describe it. This is the future, how do you like it? I know the hardest thing for you both to believe is the eugenics part of the agenda, but let me leave you with this metaphor. We are all as good as dead already. The only variable yet to be determined by the banksters is how long we have left until the jewels in our hand change color and we are ordered to report to Carousel. I don't know about you, but I'm planning to run alongside Logan and try to find Sanctuary. Anything else is suicide.

I'm no victim, but I've just personally witnessed the heavy hand of the globalists. I had to pee -- I'm really sorry. No one is history has had the urgent need to evacuate his bladder before. I realize it was a novel situation and one in which the police were forced by weight of law to investigate. Honestly I feel lucky that I'm free right now, and that's not a joke. They asked me if I had anything illegal, and evidently I hesitated a split second before I responded in the negative.Because I had a micro-SD card in my Zen MP3 player, in the right pocket of my hoodie, which had illegally downloaded MP3s on it. And if you think I'm kidding for worrying about that, just follow the RIAA lawsuits.

The whole thing came down down to the fact that I had to pee, I chose the wrong address to attempt relief, I was detained, subjected toextra -constitutional questioning, which I only agreed to in order to be released sooner, and was essentially called a terrorist because of my baseball cap. It's an f'ing hat. The hat is not an AK-47. It contains neither a 30 round magazine, nor does it operate reliably in muddy conditions.

Do you realize what I am saying to you? Freedom of movement, the right to protect oneself and the right to free speech are all under overt attack by the New World Order. It's so disgusting. I don't even know why I bother to try to tell other people about this. No one pays attention, and even if they did no one I've yet come across has the balls to help fight back. It is both saddening and frightening. I've often considered taking myself offline and simply submitting to the tyranny, but I couldn't live myself if I did that. Even if the odds are only 1:100 that I can help pull society out of the flat spin that it's in, I'd be damned if I didn't try.

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