OT: My Time in Prison
Xinoehpoel
This is a witness against police officers. 90% of cops are going to die in
13 years. If you are a cop, repent, (ie. quit your job) and you might not
die.
Last Saturday, on the late evening of July 14th, I left my house at 11:44 pm
and was out on the streets till 3:30 am on Sunday morning. My business calls
for this. That is when (at 3:30) a cop came up behind me and took me over to
his car and arrested me. What for you ask? They released me 24 hours later
when nothing turned up on my record, nor could they hold me for anything,
because I hadn't done anything! They arrested me for no reason you see? The
officer said because I was out "past curfew" he could identify me. I told
him, ok, but he took me to his car and said get in, but I told him no. I
said I would wait out here. This dude pushes my arm up behind me and says:
"Get in the ******* car." I stand there and do nothing, so he handcuffs me
and calls for backup then I ask: "Are you going to force me in that car?
Yep. Ok, I'll get in." Dude never read me my rights.
Then without any knowledge of cause for arrest or booking, I am taken down
to the prison, booked, held for 24 hours, then released without any way to
get home! They took me in broke and I told them the whole time that I didn't
know any numbers because I just moved. Woe to you police! God is gonna get
you.
So I told them a much of false information about myself. I lied to them. (Am
I suggesting this is the right thing to do?) I told them false info they
could not verify, and that I didn't know my address or phone number, nor did
my prints turn up on their records, nor photo. I have no dealings with cops
you see? They put me down as "refused to give info." Do you see what liars
they are? I said: "I DIDN'T KNOW!" Now they have a record of me under false
identity. So basically I am arrested for 24 hours while they fail to figure
out who I am, and then I walk all the way home. They violated my rights.
First of all, they said I was on drugs, but I have never taken so much as
one bottle of anything, nor any drugs my whole life! The nurse takes my
blood pressure, heart-rate 110, and says: "So what kind of drugs have you
been taking." At my denial she's all: "I don't have to put up with this.
You're still going to prison." So they put me in detox with the druggies,
all sleeping on the blood-stained floor, no benches, "tank" as the prisoners
call it. They first took off my shoelaces and made me remove my socks and
check the bottom of my feet. They frisked me. All this was acceptable, but
they failed to grant my ONE medical request: "I asked for a cup. I saw they
had stacks of them right there, but they still denied me this one request,
so I didn't urinate nor drink water till it was opportune.
So I could tell you all this stuff that happened, but you ought to know
first of all that I prayed for this, the night before, and walla, God makes
it happen! Amazing? It's all perspective. So I was the 13th inmate into
detox. Over the several hours I was in there, I told about half of these
guys all kinds of prophecies, the kind I don't tell you guys in here. I told
them in 13 years the world was going to end. This one guy who was in there
on DUI told me: "These cops are 1 degree from being felons. They are no
different from us, except they don't get arrested when they break the laws.
Even less, 1 and one-half degrees..." This dude slept it off. This one
inmate came into the cell and first thing said to me: "What is your name?
They said if I find out your name, I get a free ticket out of here." You
see, this guy was in there on parole violation. God may have been using to
me help this guy, but alas, it didn't happen. Besides his offense wasn't
serious, (he was on the "wrong street") so no one thought he would get jail
time.
So I want you to know these cops have no excuse. Everything I told them
could have very well been true, and I explained it in a believable way such
that they had no right to disbelieve it. They found no fault in me, nor did
they find so much as ONE reason to believe I was lying. Yet still when I
told them my "private details" (sorry I can't say here) this one officer
tells me: "Your kind belongs in prison." What the heck??!? What did I tell
this guy to make him think I BELONG in prison despite my INNOCENCE???!
Believe me, *he* is the one who belongs in jail!!! This is a testimony
against police officers in general. Quit your jobs and renounce your
profession. You know you are not serving and protecting 97% of the time. It
is all a scam to generate money for the county. Be the next Batman or
Superman. Those guys are much more admirable than cops.
Anyway, I get out of detox and ask for a cup when they hand me a sandwich as
we passed to the next cell, right next to the styrofoam cups, and I say: "I
don't need this, but I need one or two of those cups." Ignored. I even
explain to them another time that I can't drink water out of the sink
because it is too cold and I can only drink water at room temperature. It
was not too unreasonable since I was taken in wearing allergy devices,
saying I am "sensitive." (I don't have allergies) I am ignored again. I lied
again. I had no intention of drinking the water there. I wanted a cup to
hold my urine so I could drink it instead, since I only drink filtered
water, but I gave them a reasonable explanation to warrant the cup. So When
I hurt to go, I took off my right size-13 shoe and pissed in the heal of my
shoe (it holds it well) and I took up and drank out the back of my shoe five
times at least till I was done, holding the flow between each drink. Then I
got maybe one hour sleep. . . .
. . . Finally I went to the release cell, and waited the remainder of my
time there, where I did the shoe thing two more sets of times. Then when it
was time to go, after 24 hours of butt-hurting sitting on hard floors and
benches, and 1 hour sleep, this lady officer opens the door and we are each
asked about our name, DOB, and all that stuff to verify one last time that
we remember what we told them all along. They ask each of us: "Why are you
here?" I say: "They thought I looked suspicious..." Interrupted: "DIP (drunk
in public)" I say: "No, I never took drugs in my life..." Whatever, I am
given my stuff back in a bag and told to face the wall and hold it behind my
back. Then I am released, left to get all the way back to my hometown on my
own, as I said, broke, so I walked the whole distance. It was what you would
call far.
Do you understand what mercy is? Time. I am not angry for this violation of
civil rights because I completely understand God was the one behind it, and
I even prayed for it, but I understand at the same time that this kind of
nonsense it going to come to an end. I am a historian. I am writing the
pages that will be forgotten once all this is done, to remember how
messed-up the system is, and why it needed to be destroyed. There will come
a day when they will say: "Was God evil to send them into the fire?" I will
say: "Was God evil to send the water on them? No dear, it needed to be done,
but we can't understand from our point of view. Here, you need to read this
page in order to understand that the system didn't work, and that is why is
had to be destroyed."
X
TonyZ2001
Thomas S. McDonald
"TonyZ2001" <tony...@aol.com> wrote in message
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> Huh?
Dear Tony,
Just John being John. Lies, prophesies (that may be
lies) and false identity. It's all there. Probably to
include a failed prediction about cops, too.
Peace,
Tom McDonald
Thomas S. McDonald
"Thomas S. McDonald" <ts...@wwt.net> wrote in message
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Dear Xinoehpoel,
BTW, you might want to learn the difference between the
local drunk tank (usually in the city or county jail) or
holding cells (ditto) and "prison".
Prison is the place you go to serve serious time. Jail
is where you go for preliminary processing or for short-term
sentences. There may be a few jurisdictions that use the
term "prison" for a local lockup, but in the main, that term
would be jail.
Whatever you may think, spending a few hours in the
local tank for being lit up (and perhaps other things you
failed to mention, your memory being perhaps impaired, and
your truthfulness being emphatically impaired, per yourself)
does not put you in the same league as others who have been
pursecuted for their beliefs. Unless you want to tell us
that a miracle occured, and an earthquake or some such
miraculously opened the doors to your cell, and yet you did
not escape, but waited upon the Lord.
Oh, ja, right; forgot your aversion to The Lord (except
as applied to you own person.)
BTW, how about that July 14th earthquake in/near Quito.
What a very sad and tragic thing for the poor Ecuadorans.
Oh, wait; no such earthquake occured.
Sorry for bringing it up--must be a sore point for you right
now--perhaps that was the reason you were wandering around
loaded the early AM after it DIDN"T HAPPEN.
Peace,
Tom McDonald