Dear Glendale, This is a important true eye witness report to you of a invisible discrimination problem created under your control of a type of corruption and inflation and destruction against kind peaceful law abiding citizens of your own lower demographic neighborhoods. This will be the ONLY request for your city to offer restitution to me for forcing me to carry a story as a criminal my whole adult life when I was and am innocent. Many people seem to have a mistrust in the justice system, they think you all work for G..? They think, if someone was charged on their record then they must be guilty, they trust the mostly invisible system, it usually seems to work okay? I had NO trial and your city charged more money than I could afford in time to appeal no lo contender. I was stolen from! I was kidnapped! The whole world believes that false record THEFT CONTROL PROPERTY over me, doesn’t even say pallets on the record! Lets the Mind Wonder Terribly, doesn’t it? Wooden Pallets from Dumpster is about the same lines on paper and would of made a huge difference for me. Though no one that discriminates against me sees what even happened.
They often were already satisfied blaming me for another crime that I didn’t do and they often have charged me for wrong things again, really, I’ve had to fight for my life so many times over assumptions from discrimination of this record. I’ve been detained more times than I can count, just trying to go to work or back from work. Charged very few times, though why don’t the countless innocent times cover over the wrong I didn’t even do? Why doesn’t the Gospel work for me here? “Love is supposed to cover over wrongs” I think its because it requires at least two people to work at a change; so just because I forgave your city and Officers 21 years ago, I need to adequately admonish you of the problem and rebuke the wickedness that started here over your departments arrest quota’s that I’m pretty sure is wrong and forbidden now to practice, as that is directly in violation of The Peoples interest. Your justice system is or at least was treated too much like a machine with misplaced expectations in dollar numbers and case closures per quarterly time frame, instead of just caring for the people as they are.
I put soooo much love on this wrong that wasn’t even mine, I forgot about it so many times over the years, until someone would remind me with their no reason to pull me over and search my car and make me late for work and loose another job as it feels like they judging me for being poor; when if you got out of my way I’d probably been more than fine by now. This is not even my story, you don’t know my story! This is just a side life story of a disability I and many others are afflicted with?
Please read these few real stories for you. Undoubted this world is full of all sorts of people, some dangerous and some are just lost people without a reasonable understanding of whats fair and right and whats full circle, nurturing them on the way of fairness and respecting each other may prove worthwhile though it is pain staking and seems without much reward. I lived as a honest witness and yet treated the opposite countless times because this very quickly made record that says I’m a thief? The thief comes to steal and kill and destroy. That is not me or my story, though I sure been treated like that for years?
Lets Time Travel back through 21 years in 12 minutes if you skim. The voice of G.. called me to your area then and now wants me to share this with you. And I will show you a innocent boy that was quickly labeled a thief for the rest of his life and profiled and discriminated against with great prejudice and bias, really thousands of times, totally unfairly and in extreme ways you won’t believe until you hear the Full Truth here in chronological order of just some real events that lead up to the worst wrongful kidnapping and harm of a young child and some may consider even some murders of perhaps Saints happened and that may not even be the worst of it… This is actually a really good real story that may help you in ways you don’t yet understand.
Once upon a time a boy not yet a man with a family van, 17 on his own with a 1980’s ford truck that most the time was stuck –that you could believe in bad luck, more time under the hood than on the road is a true story to be told and carries a message worth more than all the gold.
The young man got a humble job holding a sign that was part time, wasn’t enough money, so got a second gig with same company to put up large new real estate development signs saying open house and stuff, just on the weekend and take them back down Sunday night.
The young man on these Friday and Sunday nights would put up then later take down the large 4×8 foot plus signs in these new development construction sites all over the big city valley, that he was new to the area of, a stranger or alien in a new land, basically first time on his own. He moved out here for a fresh start and heard there was a new construction boom providing good jobs for young men and he had years of experience already!
He was hopeful and ambitious to make a honest living and experience the American dream, he put the years in to school, never dropped out and had some college education at that point too.
Those two jobs so far barely covered the gas to do the jobs, he cried after picking up a third job delivering newspapers for something like 14 hours that day and when done for the day driving back thoroughly exhausted doing the math realized he lost like 40 or more dollars for working all day at these not even minimum wage type gimmick jobs in the big city that didn’t include any gas money? He broke down in full tears for how hard life was and being scared he wouldn’t be able to pay rent, working all day and owing money instead of making money.
Next evening or so is now Friday evening again, time to go put out the signs I put up all over out there in new places hours apart from each other for the weekend. One of these places, my last stop for the night, I saw a dumpster full of wooden pallets that were 48 by 52 inches! That means they worth 5 bucks a piece and the dumpster was full of them and miscellaneous trash. He was so happy, though paused, and here is his biggest sin, he thought in that moment, there may be someone even poorer than him that needs these to feed his family vs me who is very poor, though just has to feed me, and he then sort of made a excuse to continue, as if the hypothetical poorer father with kids to feed will find other pallets or something and that its not his problem, he is here now, other guy that doesn’t exist as far as I really know may never show up before theses go to the dump.
I put soooo much love on this wrong that wasn’t even mine, I forgot about it so many times over the years, until someone would remind me with their no reason to pull me over and search my car and make me late for work and loose another job as it feels like they judging me for being poor; when if you got out of my way I’d probably been more than fine by now. This is not even my story, you don’t know my story! This is just a side life story of a disability I and many others are afflicted with?
Please read these few real stories for you. Undoubted this world is full of all sorts of people, some dangerous and some are just lost people without a reasonable understanding of whats fair and right and whats full circle, nurturing them on the way of fairness and respecting each other may prove worthwhile though it is pain staking and seems without much reward. I lived as a honest witness and yet treated the opposite countless times because this very quickly made record that says I’m a thief? The thief comes to steal and kill and destroy. That is not me or my story, though I sure been treated like that for years?
Lets Time Travel back through 21 years in 12 minutes if you skim. The voice of G.. called me to your area then and now wants me to share this with you. And I will show you a innocent boy that was quickly labeled a thief for the rest of his life and profiled and discriminated against with great prejudice and bias, really thousands of times, totally unfairly and in extreme ways you won’t believe until you hear the Full Truth here in chronological order of just some real events that lead up to the worst wrongful kidnapping and harm of a young child and some may consider even some murders of perhaps Saints happened and that may not even be the worst of it… This is actually a really good real story that may help you in ways you don’t yet understand.
Once upon a time a boy not yet a man with a family van, 17 on his own with a 1980’s ford truck that most the time was stuck –that you could believe in bad luck, more time under the hood than on the road is a true story to be told and carries a message worth more than all the gold.
The young man got a humble job holding a sign that was part time, wasn’t enough money, so got a second gig with same company to put up large new real estate development signs saying open house and stuff, just on the weekend and take them back down Sunday night.
The young man on these Friday and Sunday nights would put up then later take down the large 4×8 foot plus signs in these new development construction sites all over the big city valley, that he was new to the area of, a stranger or alien in a new land, basically first time on his own. He moved out here for a fresh start and heard there was a new construction boom providing good jobs for young men and he had years of experience already!
He was hopeful and ambitious to make a honest living and experience the American dream, he put the years in to school, never dropped out and had some college education at that point too.
Those two jobs so far barely covered the gas to do the jobs, he cried after picking up a third job delivering newspapers for something like 14 hours that day and when done for the day driving back thoroughly exhausted doing the math realized he lost like 40 or more dollars for working all day at these not even minimum wage type gimmick jobs in the big city that didn’t include any gas money? He broke down in full tears for how hard life was and being scared he wouldn’t be able to pay rent, working all day and owing money instead of making money.
Next evening or so is now Friday evening again, time to go put out the signs I put up all over out there in new places hours apart from each other for the weekend. One of these places, my last stop for the night, I saw a dumpster full of wooden pallets that were 48 by 52 inches! That means they worth 5 bucks a piece and the dumpster was full of them and miscellaneous trash. He was so happy, though paused, and here is his biggest sin, he thought in that moment, there may be someone even poorer than him that needs these to feed his family vs me who is very poor, though just has to feed me, and he then sort of made a excuse to continue, as if the hypothetical poorer father with kids to feed will find other pallets or something and that its not his problem, he is here now, other guy that doesn’t exist as far as I really know may never show up before theses go to the dump.
Usually he would notice these nice pallets not in dumpsters, though in stacked piles as though to be collected by someone rather obviously and he always left those alone as he wasn’t trying to taste iniquity, better is a little with the fear of the Lord, is one way to say it and he was living it. On his was home around 3 or 4 am now very tired from working this sort of new late shift that took extra effort to gather and tie down safely all those pallets and looking like the opening scenes from Beverely Hill Billies with his old beater truck loaded with pallets standing out like a sore thumb, though all strapped down safely. Not doing a thing wrong, pulled over at the last stop light from his home… Cops tell me I am stealing and don’t believe me when I try to explain where I got them because I barely know where I got them, first time I went there was then or last week? So what if I live in the ghetto it was the only place I could afford. I seem tired? I am tired I just told you I been working for hours across this huge city and want to go to bed I’m almost home. Oh you live over there? The cops say they called someone and they are pressing charges? They high fived for arresting me I think I saw and I think about when people high the rest of my life it seems? Oh and know I heard them talk about a quota and praising each other for another arrest and how close one of them are to winning a prize or bonus and that I’m some kind of stupid for dumpster diving..?
After spending maybe only some hours in jail I am awoken to go to pretrial, the cop tells me in a friendly genuinely caring way, if I say not guilty to the judge, I will stay in jail for around a year most likely before I get to talk to a judge again, they are very backed up. I said I didn’t do anything though? He said again, what he said before we got out of the elevator and then I was chained to a bunch of other people and we stood before a TV judge. I had to say no lo contender meaning no contest though not guilty exactly? I was given a small theft charge that looks bad on records as it doesn’t mention pallets from dumpster, just tells people Theft Controlled Property, sounds pretty bad and created a lifelong prejudice in people. I will show you how bad life is sometimes for a innocent person with a wrongful record…
At first I had to pay a fine, didn’t seem that bad then at 17. Got out same day though had to literally run many blocks to the tow yard before closing and being charged more money from them too, then fell back asleep under my truck just outside the tow yard. I was ironically trying to get it working again after they towed it and tore it up looking for drugs or something, it wouldn’t start, tinkered with it for hours there. I fell asleep on the streets literally and woke up in the peaceful cooler dark among my new home, a person of the streets with only days left to pay rent, I was alive at least? No one attacked me or stole my wallet with only a few dollars left in it or so, had about just enough to pay the impound fee? That was a instant relief that not everyone was so bad at least the people of the street didn’t rob me too at my weakest time, I don’t know when the last time I ate or had a drink either. I went back to tinkering and got it to start and got home, hundreds of dollars poorer, exhausted and confused, sad and mad and such… Pretty much totally broke when I should of made a couple hundred dollars from all that honest work. Trying to make sense of what happened and that somehow it must have been my fault? I thought it must have been my fault somehow for years, even now I still wonder a little, I wonder if you really hate me so much and that this is a terrible mistake for me to share this Full Truth with you and that I should just carry it perhaps back to the grave and try to just enjoy the little time I have here… Though I remember hearing about tent city too, if you can’t house your inmates and are putting them in tents maybe the truth I share with you is ever more true to what your problem there is? Bad policing practices, some of your officers practice deception, so them that do that, can not tell the truth and are comfortable siding with the wrong choice that is often easy, like charging a innocent person while they let a armed robber get away and or hurt his family, is what I testify to and this wrong record didn’t stop there.
There was a thief, though it wasn’t me and who could I tell? I was already there and they threatened to keep me there for a year if I talk to them about what happened? A appeal costed more money than I had within the year or so to appeal. I really did try to appeal it, I had every intention to appeal it. That label as a thief really set me back on getting jobs don’t you know? I told the short version of the dumpster pallets story during maybe 1000’s of job interviews over my prime work force life time and only a few people ever believed me and gave me a job.
That is nothing compared to all the prejudice by police over the years and denial of jobs over the years because everyone still thinks I’m a thief when I didn’t do anything wrong and they keep adding nonsense to this false record they been making. I got it set aside within the first year or so, though that did nothing really.
Please listen to this, 21 years of mistreatment is what followed despite me doing my best to put it behind me over and over again. I’m not saying every police interaction was bad, no I eventually got so tired of it, I tried to just become a police officer for some years, so maybe they would hear me as their brother then, settled mostly on being a fire fighter, life was still very hard with my record. I’m not complaining, this is not about me at all really its about what I said in the opening lines. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to warn you that there may be other innocent people that will judge you and this is as far as I can help with that; Jesus said if there is no one that has anything against you, then I don’t either. If there is no one to judge you, then I won’t either — He at least once said something like that. Some verses don’t need their context chapter, some do, some context can hide the real point of a verse even, so I gave you just the real point as I am convicted to share here.
Listen to this, one of many real examples of the dangerous prejudice from police that followed; Garage doors opens slowly and dorky carefree me with a big smile on my face and a cigarette on my way to my lips thinking my friend from a food bank we volunteer together at is visiting for the first time maybe like we talked about recently, because I hear a unfamiliar car engine outside and I think I heard come outside… Garage door opening slowly though now enough for me to start seeing a Panorama view of maybe 30 or more super tense cops with assault rifles pointed at me real seriously, as my smile changes to a oh snizzy kissy face wishing I had a button to roll the door back down, as I slowly take my maybe last puff ever thinking what the f… is going on..? What do they think I could of did..? Being screamed at ON YOUR KNEES, ON YOUR KNEES, ON YOUR BELLY, on my belly? YES ON YOUR BELLY, CRAWL TO US? Crawl across the road on the hot pavement? CRAWL!!! okay okay… what is going on guys? What is this about? We will tell you when we get you in the car. Read my not real rights and put in a squad car for a long time… Felt like some life times with what followed…
I almost went to prison for armed robbery I never had anything to do w, like 15 years later right discriminated with prejudice because an armed robber jumped my fence maybe is what they said, someone saw jump my fence or the neighbors maybe and I matched the description enough as tank top and shorts, man its the desert everyone but you cops is wearing tank tops and shorts? When I asked why are you pointing guns at me and yelling at me that I am under arrest and made me crawl across the road to you on my belly before telling me? Yet when I said what!? –there is a armed robber that jumped my fence you say? As I’m getting put in a cop car and I don’t fight back because I can’t, I have a broken back from saving part of the world during a federal government shut down, so I can’t even bother to hulk out of this and save my family, I can barely walk and almost every day have been in pain since then. So I had to use my words?
You need to get in there then please because you got the only protector of the home in handcuffs because someone said to come outside to me, and if none of you are saying you said that, then you need to get in there please right now. She asks who is all in there? It’s just my family in there, please go check on them. Okay I’ll look into it or something, though I felt mid short conversation in she turned off from believing me at all and that was terrifying… To be among your reality yet now not?
Terrified now for my family as I’m held prisoner forced to watch and do nothing, yet calm and clearly I asked them again and the cop lady wasn’t exactly believing me as she walked away and left me alone there locked up looking out the windows assessing the situation, from the cop car cuffed in the back. And most of them are now standing around in a circle, like the call is over!!! Like they got the bad guy and having chitchat talk! All those so called hero people in panorama view that had assault rifles pointed at me on a Saturday afternoon, now standing around like the call is over for like a long time! Though it is not! Oh MY G..
If I had tattoos on my arm I would of gone to prison that day, for what I ask you? It was 20 minutes or so later some of them actually went to investigate and clear the house for me though not for me, as I was still handcuffed in the back of a car, they did it because my mom and wife finally got to thinking where is he at and then saw all the cop cars outside so came outside and they now pointing guns at her and yelling at her now to get her hands up while holding a baby and she was yelling back I can’t I’m holding a baby what is going on? I already told them 20 minutes ago my wife and kids are in there please go check on them and they DID NOT!!! THEY LEFT MY FAMILY IN THE DANGER ZONE THAT THEY KNEW ABOUT and made me sit and watch being able to do nothing with worst case scenario thoughts racing through my head. If I was telling the truth all these times and not being believed, then seriously please think about how many other people this is maybe true for too, that have not been believed by the peace and protection people you have entrusted over us that sometimes are doing the opposite of good police work! Think about it, they determined my family was not worth protecting? Why was my honest word that is as good as a honest word as your own, not good enough to protect my family? Love is supposed to cover over wrong, I was even a disabled fire fighter from the line of duty at that point in life and I still was treated with no honor or trust? Isn’t that disgusting? One of your disabled selfless domestic veterans or real American humble heroes, a family man even at that, without any support or compensation or aid and treated like a real criminal most his life and just keeps dragging on quietly all the way to the end… Maybe you should hear what I have to say..?
I have no idea who the armed robber ever was okay really, no idea, no shady friends. Hear me on this. I was a full time security guard and volunteered at a food bank then. It is so serious how bad people mistreat people here from prejudices of sometimes false records that can’t be removed once you make them! The cops that day looked at my record that ironically they gave me! I didn’t give me that record as I did not steal those pallets to begin with and told them that then too and was not believed! Then they tried to add to that record that since I have a record of being a thief I must of upgraded to arm robbery easy closed case blah blah blah lies, murderous lies and criminalistic assumptions from who!
The danger here is that their statistics showing some of these upgraded criminals, I bet you are just like me, not even criminals at all, innocent, poor and no representation, just arrogant cops going off of assumptions that they have good judgment when some have the opposite, that certainly must not be a fool proof system with what has happened to me many times now as you can see from these few real examples I share, though the list is sadly much longer. I got a bit of a rap sheet of stuff I didn’t do though because I have a record, no one believes me when I tell them how it really is, they just quickly add stuff to it. You ever been thrown up against a cop car and your life threatened? I sure have, don’t want to tell you his name or what he looked like though, probably shouldn’t of been a cop that one, that was over a dog barking report from that not so with it neighbor that was throwing rocks, thanks bud, though no one listens to me right. I’m used to that, so I stopped trying a long time ago for me at saying anything about any of this. Do you know how many job rejection letters I got that said they couldn’t tell me why? 1000’s really I tried so much harder than I should have had to.
I once had a abusive neighbor that would literally shoot my dogs with a beebee gun then call the cops saying they barking. Turns out he was a special type of neighbor to the people before me too, though the cops never put those things together? I and others saw him do this, once I even waved at him and asked him what he was doing? I said I don’t think that is going to get them to stop barking at you though the opposite and he shut his door and I went back to my life. Tried giving him the secret, you got to be nice to them and earn their trust a bit. I was only out there because he recently told me they bark when I leave. So I tested what he said, I believed him mostly because no one believes me and then saw him shoot my dogs and then yes they started barking at him. I smiled when I waved I was in awe of what I witnessed. Even more in awe when like a couple hours later the cops show up and give me a threatening and ticket about my dogs barking for the first time and I asked them who sent you here because I had trouble believing the audacity of my neighbor perhaps; like who would be so foolish; surely shooting someones dogs with a beebee gun and making a kind of false report to the police is worse than someones dogs barking? I didn’t want him to go to prison maybe? They told me they couldn’t tell me, they failed at giving me the right to face my accuser. If they would of told me right then it was him, I would of told them right then what actually happened because that is nuts. Though I stayed a true good neighbor and did not rat on him for what he actually did that day and do you know what happened? He got way worse of a neighbor, weird stuff man… and the cops never believed me when I told them how it really is. He was a bit nutty, would blame me for all the dogs in the neighborhood is what it is, even though mine were inside all the time after awhile, as I never tried to bother anyone, especially not him, I learned to live like a quiet ninja man, he still was blaming me for the other dogs in the neighborhood and saying I need to cut out their voice boxes?
I or my wife eventually spoke loudly in front of the police though addressing the neighbor watching, if you would stop harassing us and giving me fines I could afford to move! He chilled out for abit. I moved and what a relief. Though again do you see the pattern of discrimination that followed? I was given a wrong record and it followed me terribly through-out life and prevented some real justice, people kept not believing me as a honest witness or that I couldn’t be trusted and the cops choose to believe the liar and problem causer over me? That is a lot of discrimination and terrifying to consider isn’t it? The record doesn’t show theft of wooden pallets right, it just shows theft controlled property. That sounds so much worse right? Do you know I’ve had more guns pointed at me than I can remember as I was going about my peaceful simple life, then reminded some people just will always think I am a criminal? I can still feel the fingers on the triggers pointed at me… I’ve never been able to enjoy cops and robbers with my kids, though I loved that game as a kid. I was left with a sort of unreasonable fear of others, I’m scared to make new friends or talk to people freely though I used to greet everyone with a smile and such. I cried a lot in private over the years, I hide it from everyone. When someone repeatedly gets in trouble without doing anything wrong, that makes them afraid of something that sometimes isn’t there, though sometimes it is there? And its sort of always here for me, because its not up to me if its here, its not just a record its a ID? Though its not mine, but I can’t get away from it?
The discrimination continues with even the FIB…You know who you are. The cops again discriminated against me and kidnapped my kid and they hurt him terribly under medical neglect because they didn’t know what they were dealing with, he was unique, a 1 in a million or billion or so type of unique and didn’t read right on some of the common medical equipment in a way that makes people think he is way worse than he was and it was no news to me as we struggled with life near the edge sort of existence for a long time researching all we could, leaving no stone uncovered looking for a solution to heal him, to save him. Every day of my life for a long time that was my way. Sometimes it seemed he was almost better from all the healthy living we were doing. Then one day the cops get involved in something they know nothing about because our insurance randomly dropped so we missed a follow up appointment with someone that just recently told us they want to do a surgery that includes death as a step and they have pretty good ods of bringing him back to life..? ERRR? What bring him back to life? I was like well lets hold on and think about this, he is currently running around playing and sustaining life on his own, not as great as others, though above the line of immediate concern of right now sort of thing right Doc? And the Doctor very much agreed that we don’t need to rush, we may have years before we need to do this, though she thought we would eventually need to do this surgery that included death as a step with pretty good odds of bringing him back. … That is a probably near most serious question for parents to ever process for a 5 year old..?
…Insurance strangely drops, strangers show up same day or so of missing that follow up routine non emergent appointment of discussing options; yet they wont say who sent them, they didn’t even have a gov vehicle or cop badge, only one had an ID though it was a black and white cheap badge anyone could of made, tho they are investigating our kids, yet their business header paperwork central office line goes to a cell phone, not a automated type system? People showed up to investigate my kids with essentially fraudulent paperwork and that terrified me too that I could not validate them or understand why they are here? We said we told the Dr we needed to reschedule the appointment because state insurance dropped saying they wont cover us anymore and no real reason why. So I had to figure that out, thought I needed to complete my taxes maybe and was mid way working on it when they showed up, though they said I had 24 hours to schedule a appointment with a Dr? I did rush to meet their not exactly valid expectations as they were threatening to take away my kids if I don’t do what they say.
Trying to get a referral without insurance to another specialist for this life threatening special condition, though at the entry level place to get a referral the person freaked out over the faulty equipment and was yelling at him that he was dying repeatedly, she yelled it at him and dropping her hand like a hammer over and over that he is DYING! and it was the FIRST TIME he ever heard he was dying. We protected him from even hearing that this whole time, thanks quick course LPN lady. He was not dying, we walked in here, I know exactly how you are thinking so I’m doing my best not to be offended though I am getting terribly hurt and discouraged from this experience of being yelled at and treated like I’m the one being ignorant… You are the one that skipped chief complaint and skipped learning about his past pertinent medical history and rushed in the room for the first time not even looking at him yet, just screaming at me about the finger pulse reading the CNA brought to you and that he is DYING. I used to think like you, made some bad quick assumptions too, used to work like you and used all the tools you use and red all the books you read. I had to go a little farther in some areas when some things weren’t making sense with some unique situations and then learned the full truth of certain matters most will never have to know.
My son said he was scared and wanted to go, I said me too son. I thought well, we are going somewhere else to get the referral, there is still a few business hours of the day left, as this is feeling dangerous to us, she is trying to rush him by ambulance to another ER and not hearing anything I’m saying, I was prepared that this could happen and why I wanted to take my time at finding a second opinion, really hard when the insurance drops and have to pay out of pocket and given only 24 hours..? Though I didn’t even get 24 hours to find a Dr and now places wont see us..?
He was kidnapped from his family next day by them and a hospital that wouldn’t see us that day because I didn’t have 10,000 dollars to give them up front right then to be seen by appointment without referral and not through the ER because of how the ER would act towards him. ER is not specialist doctor by any means dang it! Though because their gossip non sense, a young boy was forced to go through the ER and hurt and kidnapped for over a month from his WHOLE FAMILY, as they hurt him and almost or maybe did even kill him then from all the nonsense drugs they put on him that he didn’t need, we walked in there, and he could not walk out of there from what they did to him. His whole family, parents and even grandparents denied to see him for over a month, without even 1 minute to explain his unique situation to the new hospital, as if they know everything without knowing anything? The patient past history report was totally denied to be given from the parents, the only ones actually taking care of him. Really I didn’t get 1 minute to speak to the doctors, as a retired past medical professional with one long term patient I am with everyday, my son and needed to give a patient report on him for proper transfer of care. Though I was denied. I patiently waited for them to hurry up and do their initial rapid assessment and text book responses of treatment that I knew weren’t going to hurt him right away, though prolonged forced over oxygen exposure alone can really hurt anyone, because canister oxygen its hundreds of times more pure than oxygen in the air. In the natural air oxygen is only about 20% of it, most of the air we breathe is nitrogen they say. So 100% oxygen gas is a lot more than 20% we are used to in the air and over oxygenation changes us at a cellular level, not in a cool way, look up oxygen toxicity…
So imagine that, a medical professional with a patient he delivered into this world himself and been with everyday that has a super unique custom care plan, this guy never even had a spanking and never been yelled at yet, so we don’t offset his fragile homeostasis (taking all factors into consideration of health). He, a 5 year old is now stuck w a bunch of strangers treating him like he is dying and all the text book stuff is only making him worse because he has never been at the numbers they are trying to force him to get too and that is so dangerous and they are doing even more worse things to him, thinking they are somehow saving him by trying to make him read a oxygen saturation level that the book says everyone should be at, even though he has never been at that level and the inventor agrees with me about the products limits and that the medical education publishers misinterpreted what the inventor said into their favor and the business worlds favor of making a wonder medical device for everyone when the full truth is 30% of people the inventor said it is not that accurate for and there is a lot of variables that can through it off further. It works good on most healthy people though, the more sick or the farther from the baseline formula of red blood cells, the less it works accurate. Imagine being that parent that is so very smart on all these things then and denied the right to speak for their child at the time their child needs them to advocate for them the most; wasn’t’ allowed 1 minute to talk with the doctors there. Do you think it is impossible to die from the pressure of such a world as I could not save my son peacefully over such a long time, none of the attorneys would help me, I called all of them with all of the business hours of every day, I wailed on the phone with countless people begging someone to help us!
So many made excuses not to. Don’t worry, this is as close to hell as I hope any of you ever get. I am trying to save you all from hell don’t you know? I don’t have to do this though when you been where I been, at least as I am… I don’t wish it on anyone really, never did. I went somewhere I didn’t belong. I didn’t deceive anyone into sending me there! I fell asleep crying, I woke up gasping on my tears still crying and then when the hours of business started I was already there with lists of people to call next for this next day. I kept it together with many of them too that I called, though I did burst into tears on many calls as I was rejected yet again from anyone helping me save my son that was being torchered… So many made excuses not to help, so many wouldn’t just do their job? Medical malpractice didn’t happen yet some said and to call back later? I said I need to help him now not later! Please Help! Can’t help its out of our scope. You are the last of all the Billboard medical malpractice attorneys that say you can help on the signs? Sorry.
So do you see why I had to tell my story of the prejudice and discrimination that no one thinks is really that big of a problem from the so called justice department or casual gossip workers at band aid stations that overlap? There was no need for them to jump in and take away custody like that, total assumptive non sense that equates to real domestic terrorism from the people that are supposed to protect us from such. Years without any trouble or harassment, finally a quiet life, I had with nice neighbors, trying to have a fresh start in a new place, far from the hoods, made it out to the heart land, maybe really a princes perfect paradise of a simple life, as I always tried to put these bad things behind me and judge no one for it as my eyes are often full of tears that I have to hide… Though after I couldn’t save my son, from something that didn’t need to be done, as you can see, there was no urgency of surgery, they didn’t do the surgery until 40 days or so later while they had him on higher drug doses of things such as atenanolo than someone of his weight should have been on by like 300-500% overdose levels that is known to cause a person to be gasping for breathe, though I told them this that first day I saw him! Despite being threatened they would take all my kids away if I questioned anything they were doing. I had to still question that! They did reduce his dose on their own accord quietly slowly over days as to not take accountability and try to out smart me as if they didn’t know who was with me the whole time, watching through my eyes keeping me calm? As they then forced the surgery to cover this up and said if I did not sign they were taking the rest of my kids too and I would never see any of them again probably. They been threatening me with these words for over a month now remember please the tormentive thoughts put on innocent parents, stuck in the middle. Though again for me, G.. has been with me a long time, before they showed up ever, yet these bad things still have happened to me, so I am very much in the middle, just like a Job in the old books… So I can not boast. I tell the Full Truth. I ask for you to pay attention to this story.
If I could of spoke freely for my kid as the advocate that I am, none of that would of happened to him. I was peacefully without innocent exiled from the hospital with the notes in my hand I printed and brought with me from the doctor and inventor regarding the faulty medical equipment all medical vets know about being at least a somewhat real problem for years, though the rookies are clueless because the medical training book tells us not the full truth about the medical product… I patiently waited for the Dr to get in the room and asked when you have a moment please read this its important about his condition that most people don’t understand, at this moment, he is crying for me to be back at his side as they are forcing the most emergency situation type high flow oxygen mask on him at 15 liters a minute, which would be okay for a little bit. One nurse suggest I crawl on the bed with him to help sooth him I say yes thanks good idea, and midway up the bed I was exiled by some lady I never met saying she took custody? OVER 30 days later did I see him again and now he can not walk or talk and barely breathe from what they did; he was running around playing, doing kungfu the time they took him, just to show how not a emergency he was in!
I happened to bring up Pulse Oxygen Sensor issues to the world another time too, years later after I already tried bringing up this exact problem in hyperboly to coworkers when I first noticed the problem on patients 15 years ago happy with less than 95% SPO2 that did not need to be gassed up and taken to the hospital though the rules were the rules, not in real patient favor, years before my son was even here and why I stopped pursuing doctor school from things I witnessed. I did not want to sometimes hurt people that were fine and saying they are fine yet sort of forcing them because we have this training book that says such and such is more true that what a real person is saying? and call it helping because a book and other people tell me its what they need, when often they die or don’t come back from what we did and many of these protocols I’ve yet to see really do much good, often just seem them change some? Like forcing a IV on someone that would of happily taken a water bottle instead and the probability of surgery is like almost 0%. They are out hiking and got lost and are thirsty, though someones protocol said they needed to stick them with an IV so they could get their minimum sticks in for the year? I felt bad for the old people that wanted to just go back to bed and many should have been allowed to, if the hospital keep just sending them home anyways after giving them another set of big bills they can’t pay and didn’t want though they were 2% lower than 95% SPO2 as they usually are, though the book says or said for years they need medical care under 95% SPO2 when that is not accurate for around 3 billion people or so maybe per the inventor that was ignored like I have been? It’s called planned inflation, its called loading the deck, its wrong to only include half of the inventors expression about the tool’s accuracy in the medical training books for all these years and cause billions of dollars in medical expense spending on fluff type non real medical emergencies that hide among real medical emergencies with the same numbers, though falsely showing a much higher success rate of our protocols and medical practices than they really have? No one believes a convicted thief though…
I did a part of what the FIB… is supposed to do for The People and I did it for 100% free. I investigated a real problem and found real solutions w G.., they did none of that, no investigation into the Billion dollar plus type problem I said effects so many people that have no real advocate! I stood there looking a FIB agent in the eyes in the elevator the evening before they kidnapped my kid, kindly telling him the real problem I was holding in my hand — those papers from the inventor that almost everyone overlooked and how big it sort of really is without addressing him officially so that the, to them, ‘game’ could continue, perhaps so they had time to maybe think about what they were doing, though to me, its not a game, I stand as one of the innocent slain and speak on behalf of many that you do not need to know their name. Long ago before much of this stuff happened, I cried I think with G.. and G.. said help heal my heart… and I said ok. No one believes a thief though, I wouldn’t want to hire a thief either, can’t trust them. Remember though I didn’t steal those pallets and I didn’t rob that convenience store at gun point either though was on my way to prison for it, for around over an hour in cuffs as they wouldn’t protect my family from a real criminal maybe in the yard or house at this point with my family, being I had no idea about that dude until I was in cuffs and they told me; and in another time and place after getting branded by your city, I did have a crazy neighbor that was abusive beyond your imagination that probably is still harassing people, really weird passive aggressive stuff, my roof was covered in rocks, thrown one at a time, over a long time… and the police in the other city never bothered to help me, they saw my roof, they turned away and said He is the one that called about dogs barking again and gave me many tickets and even took me to jail over him calling in complaining so much, even though the dogs were in the house, even while I was on my first and only fire fighting shift in that town, I was fired when I got out of jail to go to my next shift, because I got arrested as soon as I got home from my first shift and got to sleep in jail again, and they knew about it already, about half my shift the crew disassociated from me, I thought they were maybe dealing with job or life stress, I didn’t know it was me somehow yet because my dogs are barking from inside my house as this guy is throwing rocks at my house again, I told him I got a good job and trying to move? And yet the dogs were not barking in front of any of us and the police admitted they did not hear them barking, just he keeps calling it in and threatening them, they were inside still and I went to jail and lost my job to satisfy a maybe real criminal manipulating the police? I asked to let my dogs out for a little bit before being officially arrested yet again on my way home from work, for what? I told them, they thought I put the rocks on the roof though? Please think about that… I was stuck there, too poor to leave, for a long time my dogs and me abused sort of..? Why didn’t they put the so called records together that he harassed the previous neighbors too before me and that is the only way I got out of that alive was by investigating and calling on the people of the past that shared ground with me, though we never knew each other so their testimonies in court helped, I was pinned down from that maniac’s lies trying to murder my dog, it seems a liar knows no end, that is how far he manipulated justice and yet never was charged, I just got to go free! Go free? Again?
He was hearing other dogs with similar barks as you could barely hear mine bark from inside, like any of the ones behind my house or on either side, maybe on the freaking hill right? Though they were like no not our dog they are rich and so its cool? The cops didn’t believe all those rocks on my roof were from him trying to hit my dogs for no fair reason, at random hours, blaming my dogs for all the dogs in the area, almost every yard had a dog, why was only I profiled and harassed like that, because I was the only one with a record there? I to this day do not understand how somehow could have such an audacity of ignorance and arrogance other than like I said, I have a theory about deception, it is double edged too and makes the lie teller fall into their own lie in a way they don’t even know the truth anymore? If what I say is true, then please let these words aid in healing what I said ok to.
Can you believe this innocent person that was honestly told seconds before seeing the TV judge, chained up with other people, that at least one person did steal something, because I asked the guy next to me, what you do? and he stole some watches or something and I said okay, like what can I say about you with me standing chained next to you; and yet still as a child, in this strange cold place, told just a moment before, if you plea not guilty you will stay in jail about a year awaiting trial, this place is super backed up right now –per the guard. I said what? I didn’t do anything wrong, they were wooden pallets from a dumpster man across town, where I work and the cop didn’t believe me or even look into it, just made a call for 1 minute and said you are being arrested for theft and here I am?
I did not steal, you can’t steal from a dumpster that is truly legitimate trash. Not saying all dumpsters are fair game, no. This one though was fair game, it was miscellaneous trash at a construction site that I was working at as a contractor, doing a little extra good of what I considered a sort of recycling public service and intended on using that money to help pay my rent.
Every job interview has also been a interrogation as to if people believe I am not a thief enough anymore to hire me or not and most the time they decided not to hire me? I have many times felt the real discrimination as people turn off and do not believe me regardless of what I say or how pure I share the truth I have. I have always had to apply for hundreds of jobs before getting one, I would spend a full times amount of hours for months trying to get a job, every time I needed one, it was never easy and that charge has instantly disqualified me from many jobs, more than you probably realize, just like you probably didn’t realize some of your police force could be such bad judges of character, that they would not believe a begging scared disabled fire fighter and father to please go clear the house if there is a armed robber here! And instead stand around and aid and abetted a armed robber in having 20-40 minutes possibly in my house with my family because they assumed I was a thief that upgraded to armed robbery; is what they so dangerously wrongfully assumed because I was in shorts and a tank top in Glendale..? Or because someone stole my truck a few months ago that I never knew though assumed I was rich enough to steal from, instead of that was my only family vehicle and work vehicle, I lost so much stuff that he stole. No restitution… and you said its probably in Mexico by now probably wont find it, thanks, my little kid told everyone on holloween lol as she was giving out candy, as it happened the day before or something? She had the heart to tell people, she got the neighborhood looking and it turned up a few weeks later. I didn’t and couldn’t say anything. I felt like it could have been anyone of these people I don’t know, everyone I saw on the street, I looked up and down every street for many blocks for many days, never found it, found some people acting like me though and calmed down lol. Some guy in a van flagged me down as mad as me, thinking I was stealing from his neighborhood maybe because he seen me go down all the streets by him, I said no my truck was just stolen and I’m scanning the area for it because the police said they wont. He understood and said sorry and good luck. That trust maybe zeroed me out. I went back home still unsure what I was going to do as I was borrowing a friends vehicle and had to give it back soon so they could get to work.
Or maybe because a unstable guy with a giant knife behind his back was going up to people in front of my place on the corner because he saw people there. He had the neighborhood running around screaming that night, though you got that guy, I didn’t know him. Your officers did a fine job that night as far as I can tell, a person off their meds wondering with a big knife being demanding of a ride from people is a bit sketchy.
The other time though, on a Saturday afternoon… Consider its much like terrorists showed up at your families house just weeks after having a new baby there. These terrorists that show up are in too large of a number to fight, you first see them and they already have more guns pointed at you than you can count and they tied you up and made you watch as they told you, a armed mad man is in your house with your wife and little kids and your family may be getting murdered or something right now. This whole time tied up thinking that! …and they are going to charge you for it and blame it all on you and send you away for the rest of your miserable life which seems way worse than death right now with my family..? Don’t you know if that happened during your police departments super neglect of their job and ironically doing the worst job possible actually lol, you would of blamed me for that too? You know you would have and I would have been stuck with that terrible truth. I have a real life time record that is not mine showing this over and over!
Someone did steal that day, though it wasn’t me that stole, it was I that was stolen! Please consider praying to G.. about offering me fair restitution or a fair donation, and look into how to have a better resolution of the judicial process, such as, its not humane to arrest innocent people and tell them in a year you will get a trial.
I could not afford to appeal it in time, I got it set aside right away long ago, though that did absolutely nothing to neutralize the negative and wrong charge your city gave me. Removing it at this point, would not remove all else that happened or may happen still that should not! Every new place I moved many people treated me the same after they find out about that, as though I was not worthy of trust or love or friendship..?
It has often been a scary and painful time –quietly I say that, a lot of people haven’t treated me like they treat each other, don’t think I haven’t noticed that, I’ve been made or left to feel like a ghost in this world or that I’m no good? I worked so hard to get My public trust back that I never should have lost, to the point of breaking my back working so extra hard as usual, with countless extra hours, as the federal backup didn’t show up until the next day because it was during a fed gov shutdown, though I still showed up even if I wasn’t getting paid, I was needed to save that community, it was my job, as I worked all through the night on one of the biggest fires of my life without 80% backup we were expecting, and stuff like that was still not enough to at least be given a chance to be heard as a worthy voice of consideration by your officer’s on that random day to me that your officers almost maybe got my family killed and charge me for it on top of armed robbery I also didn’t do? If I had tattoos on my arms though, that would have been enough again for you to arrest me? I don’t think that’s right at all.
Please see it is not me or my fault, I am not saying its anyone’s fault in particular, though I think if it needs to be fixed some still, you in particular are who will help make sure people are tried in court more fairly, the plea deal thing has its place to be nice and help speed things up maybe sure in clear cut cases, though maybe increase the appeal time or drop the cost to appeal for the poor, I really tried my best to save up to appeal it, I was very sad when showed up with the money and found out I missed it by a day or something close, that didn’t seem fair though I thought I was getting used to that strange world, I had no idea how sad I would be though over my life time about this though. No one could have known this, at least not a kid. Again, probably not your fault at all personally and some stuff maybe would of happened how they did, though we don’t know that. I know that little wrongful record I got as a kid as a thief in your town for wooden pallets from a dumpster -not even from your town I think? That Theft Controlled Property Charge Label has directly hurt me so many more times than I want to think about. You probably wont help me out at all, though maybe you will do a better job.
If any police officers or the likes read this, I know its not easy sometimes to know when someone is telling the truth. Remember what I said about even simple deception, don’t practice it, it blinds one from seeing the Truth; no offense, though a blind to peace police officer that thinks they can see truth fine while practicing deception, is super dangerous, they may get you killed someday. Sociopaths can pass polygraphs easy too.
You know I’m afraid to share this true testimony. My good life was sort of ruined by the justice gang? See the corruption in that? I’m a good citizen that is afraid to trust you! That is how real crime wins even more!
Many people I met are like me in some ways, like they don’t trust you! How can society be a peaceful safe and prosperous place like that?
My Story is… Did I get to really even have one..? Had to fight so many times with all the little I had of faith in me to explain I am not who you are looking for..? To all those people, it was all their first time they met me and thought I was a criminal, and that the few that believed me are doing me a favor at that point? To me it was 999 times I almost went to prison for nothing, then 1000 times then will this ever stop..? When will I be innocent again since I did nothing wrong yet? Do I have to sin? No.
Miles McWalker