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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Charges Dropped, Case Dismissed (Again)

This makes the second time my oppressors have failed to have me unjustly punished, only for the sake of boosting their faulty egos.  I'm grateful to God and to the local Courts which so far have granted me merciful justice.  But I can't keep defending myself all alone against those monsters.  I have a life I need to live, and things I need to do for survival and Happiness (like, recover from this life-threatening, chronic Aspergillus infection -- my top priority).
 
I don't have a copy of the motion to dismiss with me today; but I'll definitely make an effort to reproduce it here for the record, before too long.  It's only one page this time (not eight, like the first time); so it shouldn't be too difficult a task for me.
 
Okay, here it is:
 
If it please the court, I would move that this case be dismissed, based on the following:
 
  • That the law in question, Section 42-10 of Ocala, Florida municipal codes (Ord. No. 2013-5, SS 1, adopted 11-20-12, retitled SS 42-10 from "Trespass" to "Trespass and Unlawful Lodging."  State law reference---Trespass, F.S. ch.810.) may easily be proved unconstitutional; and,

  • That anyway, I personally have not ever been in violation of the ordinance as it is written anyhow; and,

  • That there is also ample evidence to suggest that the arresting officer (who refused to identify herself, so I don't know her name -- but whose badge number I believe is either 89 or 98, and of course I can describe her too) systematically and over a long period of time (months) has targeted, harassed and stalked me, seeking to arrest me, and to cause me pain and suffering, and to effectively ban or have me banned from virtually every area laundry, so as to make it very inconvenient or nearly impossible for me to do my wash like any other citizen.
 
[Besides this motion to dismiss the case, I'd also filed a motion to postpone due to illness, and a statement of intent to be informed of all evidence used against me (Discovery).]

The Fall of Mankind

1 Corinthians 6:2-4…9-12…

Do ye not know that the saints shall judge the world? and if the world shall be judged by you, are ye unworthy to judge the smallest matters?

Know ye not that we shall judge angels? how much more things that pertain to this life?

If then ye have judgments of things pertaining to this life, set them to judge who are least esteemed in the church.

Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God?  Be not deceived:  neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind,  Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.  And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.

All things are lawful unto me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me, but I will not be brought under the power of any.  Meats for the belly, and the belly for meats: but God shall destroy both it and them.  Now the body is not for fornication, but for the Lord; and the Lord for the body.  And God hath both raised up the Lord, and will also raise up us by his own power. Know ye not that your bodies are the members of Christ? shall I then take the members of Christ, and make them the members of an harlot?  God forbid.  What?  know ye not that he which is joined to an harlot is one body?  for two, saith he, shall be one flesh.  But he that is joined unto the Lord is [also] one spirit.

Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.  What?  know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?  For ye are bought with a price:  therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's.


Genesis 49:16-18

“Dan shall judge his people, as one of the tribes of Israel… Dan shall be a serpent by the way, an adder in the path, that biteth the horse heels, so that his rider shall fall backward… I have waited for thy salvation, O LORD.”


John 7:24

Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.


Isaiah 11:11-16

And it shall come to pass in that day, that the Lord shall set his hand again the second time to recover the remnant of his people, which shall be left, from Assyria, and from Egypt, and from Pathros, and from Cush, and from Elam, and from Shinar, and from Hamath, and from the islands of the sea.

And he shall set up an ensign for the nations, and shall assemble the outcasts of Israel, and gather together the dispersed of Judah from the four corners of the earth.

The envy also of Ephraim shall depart, and the adversaries of Judah shall be cut off: Ephraim shall not envy Judah, and Judah shall not vex Ephraim.

But they shall fly upon the shoulders of the Philistines toward the west; they shall spoil them of the east together: they shall lay their hand upon Edom and Moab; and the children of Ammon shall obey them.

And the LORD shall utterly destroy the tongue of the Egyptian sea; and with his mighty wind shall he shake his hand over the river, and shall smite it in the seven streams, and make men go over dryshod.

And there shall be an highway for the remnant of his people, which shall be left, from Assyria; like as it was to Israel in the day that he came up out of the land of Egypt.
 
Revelation 13:16-18

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:  And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.  Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.

[I believe the “number” and “mark” of the “Beast” refers to DNA markers, which are all numbered.  Genetics is a newly emerging science right now; there is a lot to learn from it, and there is also a lot that is being kept secret about it... One of the most important uses for genetics, is for technically distinguishing one species from another.  In Genesis at the time of Creation, God told Mankind that we are different from the other animals.  We are supposed to be more intelligent and morally superior to them (because Humans possess Free Will, unlike the other animals; and that is an easier way to distinguish between Humans and “Beasts of the Field”).  That is the reason why God stated that Humanity is the dominant species above all the other animals.  In fact, Science and Genetics in particular (through the study of Hybridism) only serve to beautifully corroborate that scripture.]


Jeremiah 31:27

Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will sow the house of Israel and the house of Judah with the seed of man, and with the seed of beast.


Leviticus 20-15

And if a man lie with a beast, he shall surely be put to death: and ye shall slay the beast.


Leviticus 18:23-30

Neither shalt thou lie with any beast to defile thyself therewith: neither shall any woman stand before a beast to lie down thereto: it is confusion [mixing of species; i.e. bad breeding practice or aka Hybridism, especially when women lie down for whatever reason with certain Lower Primates (i.e. specific monkeys or apes, such as Rhesus Macaque mulatto or Chimpanzees or Gorillas or Orangutans – all of which inferior species have subpopulations of individuals with identical blood types or blood factors as some individual or tribes or clans of Humanoids / Hominids – with which it is possible, but certainly not advisable, for Humans to crossbreed).  Although Human men cannot technically produce offspring with females of any inferior species, they do however expose themselves to dreadful diseases (like the Egyptian plagues, or like Ebola or HIV/AIDS, or like probably any STDs) whenever committing bestiality.  Once the “confusion” (i.e. Hybridism, or corruption of the aboriginal Human species’ genes) is established within the breeding population, it is all downhill from there… Thus the “Fall of Mankind”.  The Nephilim and Rephaim of the Bible were not gods, Giants, angels, or anything worthy of idolatry.  What they actually were:  the Fallen Ones or the Corrupted Ones (sometimes called "stones" due to their lack of Human consciousness).  The evil, mentally deranged, damaged offspring of bestial, hybrid, inter-species crossbreeding.  In fact psychopathy itself and perhaps most mental illness is mainly inherited via those corrupted, recessive, Hybrid genes.  The aboriginal Human genes which God created in the beginning, before “The Fall” of Mankind, give us our dominant traits.  What we have left of them anyway.

[And that is why the scriptures repeatedly condemn fornication along with bestiality:  because careless procreation is risky to the future of the Human species, the species so loved by God that he calls us his children and sent Jesus to bring us salvation from sin.  Fornication / careless procreation (i.e. sex without real Human love) is in fact a Crime against Humanity.  And a sin against God.  Furthermore, sex and procreation without real love between the partners involved is without question a form of bestiality; because it stands up to simple logic and reason that only Human beings are capable of experiencing real Human love – either Beasts of the Field or those people who are merely superficially or physically ‘normal’ but really possessing the minds and emotions of Beasts of the Field lacking Free Will… cannot].

…Defile not ye yourselves in any of these things:  for in all these the nations are defiled which I cast out before you:  And the land is defiled: therefore I do visit the iniquity thereof upon it, and the land itself vomiteth out her inhabitants.  Ye shall therefore keep my statutes and my judgments, and shall not commit any of these abominations; neither any of your own nation, nor any stranger that sojourneth among you:  (For all these abominations have the men of the land done, which were before you, and the land is defiled;)  That the land spue not you out also, when ye defile it, as it spued out the nations that were before you.  For whosoever shall commit any of these abominations, even the souls that commit them shall be cut off from among their people.  Therefore shall ye keep mine ordinance, that ye commit not any one of these abominable customs, which were committed before you, and that ye defile not yourselves therein:  I am the LORD your God.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

SEMANTICS PARABLE [LESSON], or… The Story of A-town and B-ville

Once upon a time… there were two small communities, spiritually as well as geographically situated at a considerable distance from each other.  They had, however, these problems in common:  both were hard hit by a recession, so that in each of the towns there were about one hundred heads of families unemployed…

 

The city fathers of A-town… were substantial and sound-thinking businessmen.  The unemployed tried hard, as unemployed people usually do, to find jobs; but the situation did not improve.  The city fathers had been brought up to believe that there is always enough work for everyone, if you only look for it hard enough.  Comforting themselves with this doctrine, the city fathers could have shrugged their shoulders and turned their backs on the problem, except for the fact that they were genuinely kindhearted men [or rather they were under social and political pressures to act]… In order to prevent hardship, they felt that they had to provide these [unemployed] people with some means of sustenance [since they had no real, humane, acceptable, paying jobs for them].  Their principles [i.e. their belief systems, doctrines, religions] told them, nevertheless, that if people were given “something for nothing”, it would “demoralize their character”.  Naturally this made the city fathers even more unhappy, because they were faced with the “horrible” choice of (1) letting the unemployed starve [and be homeless], or (2) “destroying their moral character”.

 

The solution they finally hit upon, after much debate and soul-searching, was this.  They decided to give the unemployed families “relief payments” of XXXX dollars a month.  (They considered using the English term “dole,” but with their characteristic ‘American’ penchant for euphemism, they decided on the less offensive term.)  To make sure that the unemployed would not take their ‘unearned’ payments too much for granted, however, they decided that the “relief” was to be accompanied by a moral lesson; to wit:  the obtaining of the ‘assistance’ would be made so difficult, humiliating, and disagreeable [i.e. punitive] that there would be no temptation for anyone to go through the process unless it was absolutely necessary; the moral disapproval [i.e. hatred] of the community would be turned upon the [unemployed] recipients of the money at all times in such a way that they would try hard to get “off relief” and “regain their self-respect.”  Some even proposed that people on relief be denied the vote, so that the moral lesson would be more deeply impressed upon them.  Others suggested that their names be published at regular intervals in the newspapers.  [Others even suggested the unemployed be regarded as criminals, drug addicts, and forced to give blood and urine samples on a regular basis].  The city fathers had enough faith in the goodness of Human nature to expect that the recipients would be grateful, since they were getting “something for nothing, something which they hadn’t worked for.”

 

When the plan was put into operation, however, the recipients of the relief checks proved to be an ungrateful, ugly bunch.  They seemed to resent the cross-examinations [i.e. interrogations] and ‘inspections’ at the hands of the “relief investigators,” who, they said, took advantage of a man’s misery [or misfortune] to snoop into every detail of his private life.  In spite of uplifting editorials in A-town Tribune telling them how grateful they ought to be, the recipients of the relief refused to learn any moral lessons, declaring that they were “just as good as anybody else.”  When, for example they permitted themselves the rare luxury of a movie or an evening of bingo, their neighbors looked at them sourly as if to say, “I work hard and pay my taxes just in order to support loafers like you in idleness and pleasure.”  This attitude, which was fairly characteristic of those members of the community who still had jobs, further embittered the relief recipients, so that they showed even less gratitude as time went on and were constantly on the lookout for insults, real or imaginary, from people who might think that they weren’t as good as anybody else.  A number of them took to moping all day long; one or two even committed suicide.  Others, feeling that they had failed to provide, found it hard to look their wives and children in the face [leading to a higher divorce rate].  Children whose parents were “on relief” felt inferior to classmates whose parents were not “public charges” [i.e. Wards of the State].  Some of these children developed inferiority complexes which affected not only their grades at school, but their careers after graduation [not to mention the discrimination which surely held them down].  Finally, several relief recipients felt they could stand their loss of self-respect [which had in fact been imposed upon them by their ‘society’] no longer and decided, after many efforts to gain honest jobs, that they would earn money by their own efforts even if they had to rob.  They did so and were caught and sent to the state penitentiary.  [And some of them, turning their disappointment upon themselves, chose instead to hit the bottle, becoming drunks or druggies.  Some also became addicted to sex, breeding more impoverished children.]

 

The depression, therefore, hit A-town very hard.  The relief policy had averted starvation, no doubt, but suicide, personal quarrels [i.e. violence], unhappy homes [divorce, domestic abuse], the weakening of social organizations [civil strife], the maladjustment of children [the most innocent victims of all], and, finally, crime, had resulted.  The town was divided in two, the “haves” and the “have-nots,” so that there was class hatred.  People shook their heads sadly and declared that it all went to prove over again what they had known from the beginning, that giving people “something for nothing” inevitably demoralizes their character.  The citizens of A-town gloomily waited [hoped] for prosperity to return, with less and less hope as time went on.

 

[The inhabitants of A-town had exceedingly negative attitudes toward Humanity, and too much faith in their institutionalized Economic System, which failed because it did not provide a living at all times for every individual in their society.]

 

The story of the other community, B-ville, was entirely different.  B-ville was a relatively isolated town, too far out of the way to be reached by Rotary Club speakers and other dispensers of conventional wisdom [i.e. organized belief systems, religions].  One of the aldermen, however, who was something of an economist, explained to his fellow aldermen that unemployment, like sickness, accident, fire, tornado, or death, hits unexpectedly [i.e. is not a choice] in modern society [with its International / Global, Corporate State Economy], irrespective of the victim’s merits or deserts.  He went on to say that B’ville’s homes, parks, streets, industries, and everything else B-ville was proud of, had been built in part by the work of these same people who were now unemployed.  He then proposed to apply a principle of ‘insurance’:  if the work these unemployed people had previously done for the community could be regarded as a form of “premiums” paid to the community against a time of misfortune [i.e. illness, economic depression, etc.], payments now made to them to prevent their starvation [and hopefully, homelessness – shelter being another very basic necessity of Human life] could be regarded as “insurance claims.”  He therefore proposed that all men of good repute [who had not become victims of character assassination] who had worked in the community in some line of useful endeavor, whether as machinists, clerks, or bank managers… be regarded as “citizen policyholders,” having “claims” against the city in the case of unemployment for XXXX dollars a month until such time as they might again be employed.  Naturally, he had to talk very slowly and patiently since the idea was entirely new to his fellow aldermen.  But he described his plan as a “straight business proposition,” and finally they were persuaded.  They worked out in detail, to everyone’s satisfaction, the conditions under which citizens should be regarded as policyholders in the city’s social insurance plan, and decided to give checks for XXXX dollars a month to the heads of each of B-ville’s indigent families.

 

B-ville’s “claim adjusters,” whose duty it was to investigate the claims of the citizen “policyholders,” had a much better time than A-town’s “relief investigators.”  While the latter had been resentfully regarded as snoopers, the former, having no moral lesson to teach [nor political motivations, nor greedy designs on the Treasury] – but simply a business transaction to carry out [with neutrality, equanimity, dispassion, and fairness], treated their ‘clients’ with businesslike courtesy and got the same amount of information as the relief investigators had, with considerably less difficulty.  There were no hard feelings.  It further happened, fortunately, that news of B-ville’s plans reached a liberal newspaper editor in the big city at the other end of the state.  This writer described the plan in a leading feature story headed “B-VILLE LOOKS AHEAD. Adventure in Social Pioneering Launched by Upper Valley Community.”  As a result of this publicity, inquiries about the plan began to come to the city hall even before the first checks were mailed out.  This led, naturally, to a considerable feeling of pride on the part of the aldermen, who, being boosters, felt that this was a wonderful opportunity to put B-ville on the map.

 

Accordingly, the aldermen decided that instead of simply mailing out the checks as they had originally intended, they would publicly present the first checks at a monster civic ceremony.  They invited the governor of the state, who was glad to come to bolster his none-too-enthusiastic support in that locality… the president of the state university… the senator from their district… and other functionaries.  The decorated the National Guard armory with flags and got out the American Legion Fife and Drum Corps, the Boy Scouts, and other civic organization.  At the big celebration, each family to receive a “social insurance check” was marched up to the platform to receive it, and the governor and the mayor shook hands with each of them as they came trooping up in their best clothes.  Fine speeches were made; there was much cheering and shouting; pictures of the event showing the recipients of the checks shaking hands with the mayor, and the governor patting the heads of the children, were published not only in the local papers but also in several metropolitan picture sections.

 

Every recipient of these insurance checks had a feeling, therefore, that he had been personally honored, that he lived in a wonderful little town, and that he could face his unemployment with greater courage and assurance since his community was behind him.  The men and women found themselves being kidded in a friendly way by their acquaintances for having been “up there with the big shots”… The children at school found themselves envied for having their pictures in the papers.  All in all, B-ville’s unemployed did not commit suicide, were not haunted by a sense of failure, did not turn to crime, did not manifest personal maladjustments [such as addictions, abuse, violent behavior, divorce, adultery], did not develop class hatred as a result of their XXXX dollars a month…

 

[However, one can easily see how the politicians might manage to find ways to ruin good things anyway.]
 
Source: Language in Thought and Action (Fourth Edition), by S. I. Hayakawa
 
"... Thus we talk of free enterprise, of capitalist society, of the rights of free association, of parliamentary government, as though all of these words stand for the same things they formerly did.  Social institutions are what they do, not necessarily what we say they do.  It is the verb that matters, not the noun.
 
If this is not understood, we become symbol worshipers.  The categories we once evolved and which were the tools we used in our intercourse with reality become hopelessly blunted.  In these circumstances the social and political realities we are supposed to be grappling with change and reshape themselves independently of the collective impact of our ideas.  As we fumble with outworn categories our political vitality is sucked away and we stumble from one situation to another, without chart, without compass, and with the steering wheel lashed to a course we are no longer following.
 
This is the real point of danger for a political party and for the leaders and thinkers who inspire it.  For if they are out of touch with reality, the masses are not."
 
[Unless they've become hopelessly brainwashed, and completely dumbed-down...]
 
Aneurin Bevan, In Place of Fear
 

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Meowclops is Brittnee's Old Twitter Account, but Where Is She?

https://twitter.com/enucleated/media

Brittnee's twitter account has been tampered with, what a surprise.  What happened to her?  I bet Andrew Auernheimer knows.

This is on his Following list, by the way.  This is why I had such a hard time finding it.  He changed the name and the avatar, replacing the picture of Brittnee holding this one-eyed cat.  That's how I was able to recognize it.  I recognize the cat.  He changed her other name to enucleated, which means genererally, the removal of the nucleus of a cell -- but can also refer to the surgical removal of an eye.
 
 
He's so sick; why would anyone do that?  He's a psychopath.  He removed the taunts that the trolls left on her page, and her tweet asking him directly, "I thought we were pals?"  The other trolls were probably more of his sock puppets.  Legion, that's the devil's name.
 
I think he might have removed some of her pictures too (I haven't checked yet; still reeling over this latest discovery).  But I see he left up the one of him saluting Hitler, wearing the Hail Satan t-shirt.  He must be very proud of himself.
 
 
 
In media photographs of him, he is often seen in this exact same pose.
 
This is what I get at this picture.  Weird.  Talk of violence and rape.
 
 
The person she was cussing out, allegedly a journalist -- whose very first Twitter Following is none other than Barack Obama Himself...
 
On second thought, he might have posted that posing as Brittnee.  After all, he took over her account and has tampered with it significantly.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Harassment by Law Enforcement, Stand Up for Your Rights

The following is my argument for Order to Dismiss false charges against me.  This morning I appeared in court and was told, "Ms. ____, the State has decided not to pursue these charges against you.  The charges have been dropped.  The case is dismissed.  You're free to go."
 
I thanked the judge and with misty eyes and glad heart humbly and respectfully exited the courtroom.
 
MEMORANDUM ~ Argument for Order to Dismiss Charges:
 
It is evident that in this case these charges (two counts [state statute] 843.02 [Resisting Without Violence / Obstruction of an officer's duties -- a first degree misdemeanor which in Florida may be punishable a) For a misdemeanor of the first degree, by a definite term of imprisonment not exceeding 1 year ~ OR ~ d) $1,000, when the conviction is of a misdemeanor of the first degree... for each count]) were unjustified and resulting from dishonest abuse of office; therefore, they rightfully ought to be dismissed.
 
FACTS:
 
1. My first encounter with OPD officer Jessica Nasworth, although I didn't realize it until after I was released from jail, was about one month prior to the time she arrested me.  On May 22, 2014, she received my call at OPD when I reported my wallet stolen.  After asking my name and learning that my driver's license ID had been in the wallet, she suddenly cut the conversation short and gave me an incident number with which I later filed the official report with OPD (2014-xxxxx).  She was not informed of the fact that my Birth Certificate and Social Security card had not been stolen, and were in fact still in my possession.
 
2. On June 30, 2014, around 1:05 AM, as I was walking on the sidewalk of the 3900 [typo, should have said 2900] block of East ___ ___ Street, on the North side of the street, officer Jessica Nasworth drove up from behind me heading in the same direction I was walking (East), then wheeled around the circular intersection at 30th Avenue to double back toward me, and immediately pulled her squad car up onto the sidewalk in front of me and facing me, startling me, and blocking my path.  I feared she might run over me with that car, and thought her behavior extremely aggressive.
 
3. An officer fitting the description of Jessica Nasworth (later identified to me by OPD officer Tuck) immediately got out of the car and demanded my ID [her exact words were something like, "Do you have any identification on you?"].  As I stood dumb-founded feeling challenged, bullied, harassed, inconvenienced, and unnecessarily stressed, she then mumbled something incoherent and barely audible.  So I asked her to please speak clearly and loud enough to understand.  I thought she might explain her behavior, but she did not.
 
4. Instead, she again mumbled something incoherent, then 'accused' me of being "homeless".
 
5. At that point, I told officer Nasworth that she had no valid reason to detain me.
 
6. Officer Nasworth then replied in a very low, nearly inaudible tone of voice, that I was "not being detained."  Despite her unwillingness or inability to communicate very clearly, which seemed disrespectful, I was nevertheless able to easily read her lips and barely hear her state unequivocally that I was not actually being detained.  She got the message across, despite the fact that she seemed very conflicted and not entirely honest in her manner of speech.
 
7. However, since I agreed that there should be no valid reason to ruin my peace, health, and liberty, as well as the enjoyment of my walk in the cool night air in the neighborhood where I grew up and felt comfortable, I replied, "Okay, since I'm not being detained, then I shall now be on my way."
 
8. Just as I began to make a move to step around her squad car, officer Jessica Nasworth hastily and nervously asked, "COULD you identify yourself?" (Implying that she meant, if I were actually compelled to do so.).
 
9. I nodded yes, because I had my Birth Certificate and SS card with me at the time; then attempted to step around the squad car that was still parked on the sidewalk.
 
10. Officer Nasworth, standing next to her squad car near the front bumper when I stepped into the street to go around her car (there was no traffic at all that evening [i.e. very early morning]), immediately threatened, "IF I ticket you with a misdemeanor pedestrian violation, you WILL be compelled to provide your identification." (Implying that was what she intended to do, if I continued to walk in the street in order to step around her car parked on and blocking the sidewalk path).
 
11. Although I found her behavior and threats extremely unreasonable and unfair, I wanted to avoid getting a ticket for a pedestrian violation, with all the stress and hardship that might incur.  So, I got back on the sidewalk and attempted to scoot past her car by walking tight-rope fashion on the curb.  I was afraid to turn my back on her to change my direction of travel (there were no witnesses around to see how she was behaving).  I was likewise afraid to cross the street, with her making threats about pedestrian violations.
 
12. As I attempted to scoot past the squad car on the curb, officer Nasworth repositioned herself to stand by the back passenger door, so that she was already waiting there when I got to that point.  As soon as I got to that point, beside the passenger door, she grabbed my right wrist with her left hand, holding on to it.
 
13. When she grabbed my wrist, as shocked as I was, I expected her to explain why she'd assaulted me.  But she only stared at me coldly, in a hard, inhuman, sadistic fashion.
 
14. So I asked her, "Are you arresting me?"  "Why?"  "I haven't done anything wrong."
 
15. But instead of explaining why she grabbed me, she just continued staring for a moment as if to intimidate me, as if to instill fear into my heart; then asked a very strange question:  "So, you don't believe I'm legitimate?"  The way she said that was like a challenge, like some schoolyard bully.  I'd never said anything to elicit such an odd response from her.  I really didn't want anything to do with her, in fact.  She terrified me.  I just hoped that I could continue about my business, go on with my life, and not be harassed by this very strange person with a badge.  But I didn't find her behavior fair or justified, or even normal; and in that way I agreed with her suggestion that it was not legitimate, so I answered her question with a shake of my head, "No."
 
16. Continuing to hold me by the wrist and staring me down, she then threatened, "Shall I call my supervisor now and prove to you that I AM legitimate?"  But she didn't call at that moment; instead she continued holding my wrist and staring at me in an evil fashion.  Her behavior was disturbing, and I felt an overwhelming jolt of uncontrollable terror as I instinctively tried to pull away from her grip on me.  I felt violated.  But she just calmly held onto me, as I wondered why she was doing so.  Once again, I instinctively tried to pull my arm away from her but again she held on to my wrist.
 
17. After my second attempt to get away from her, she radioed one back-up officer, then said rather proudly, "I AM legitimate."  I was just dumbfounded, shocked.  I thought she behaved like some predatory animal or heartless machine, not like a normal Human being.
 
18. Then she ordered me to turn around toward the car and allow her to handcuff me.  [I refused as a matter of principle to cooperate with her mistreatment of me, answering, "No!" -- but was completely passive, non-violent the whole time, not wanting the situation to escalate into violence, especially aware that she had a gun.  At no time did she inform me that I was under arrest, much less tell me the reason why she grabbed me; and no one ever read me my Miranda Rights, either.]
 
19. After she placed me into the back of the squad car, the other officer which I must assume was this "supervisor" she'd spoken of, showed up and they gave each other high-fives, cracking jokes.  Then they conversed together for a few minutes until I called their attention to the fact that two young children accompanied by an adult male were passing by in the street on foot and one child with no helmet on a bicycle without lights (actually committing REAL traffic violations).
 
20. Their conversation thus interrupted, appearing more than a little surprised and dismayed about that particular circumstance, they briefly spoke to the man before allowing them to leave, and then turned their attention to searching my bags.
 
21. They found nothing incriminating in my bags.
 
22. I was driven to the jail in fear of my life, not knowing what this anonymous officer (Nasworth, whose identification I only found out later, after leaving jail) was capable of doing.  I was there booked on two counts of 843.02 resisting without violence, and people kept asking me: "But what else did you do?"  I explained that was all -- because I wasn't actually breaking the law when she grabbed me and frightened me.
 
23. During the eleven days spent in jail, which I must say was a very traumatic experience for me in and of itself [it was deplorable in many ways (never mind the mere fact of being locked up) the substandard living conditions and attitudes of some officials in that county jail -- for which prisoners are charged at least $50 / day (much more than it would cost to adequately shelter a homeless person)], having never been arrested before in all my 56 years -- a chronic fungal ear infection which I've been trying for years to recover from, relapsed, causing me a great deal of unnecessary pain and suffering.  I did seek medical care for it while in MCJ, but was released before they ever got around to treating it (which is just as well, since I can treat it better myself with home remedies).
 
I was just happy to be free again, free to nurse my ears and free to be a real Human being, not being treated like some caged animal or slave.
 
24. All of this personal hardship and cost to the State / County was unnecessary and no fault of mine, your Honor.  I'm not in the habit of seeking trouble or strife, have never been so poorly treated by law enforcement, and was deeply shocked at how practiced officer Nasworth was to so easily manipulate me into being arrested after informing me and implying more than once that I was in fact NOT being detained and therefore had every reason to believe that I was free to go on about my own business, my own life as a free and joyful US citizen.
 
25. The unadulterated evidence from both the recorded telephone conversation on May 22, when officer Nasworth learned that my driver's license had been stolen, and the dash-cam video and audio from both squad cars at the scene, would prove beyond reasonable doubt that I'm telling the truth, your Honor.
 
And if the prosecution should choose to suppress that evidence, then the case can only be one of officer Nasworth's word against mine -- because there were no other witnesses on the scene that early morning, nor any traffic at all, until after officer Nasworth had me already locked up and handcuffed in her squad car.
 
In which case, I hope you will agree that by law the preponderance of doubt ought to lie in my favor, your Honor, especially considering my heretofore clean record, having never been arrested before for anything other than a few very minor traffic violations, and the fact that no other charges were filed against me in this case, and the fact that officer Nasworth could find no valid reason to detain me in the first place, which is why she told me that I was "not being detained" and so should have been free to continue on with my life unmolested.
 
Thank you for hearing the reasons why these charges should be dismissed, your Honor.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

My Grandfathers Were Gentlemen


Extracts from the Records of Newtown. EDITED BY THE TOWN CLERK. EDITOR'S NOTE. — The following

copy of the will of John Denman Has been procured from the archives in Jamaica [New York].  It presents

a faithful idea of the ancient wills.  It also marks the exodus of the Denman family from Newtown, and

their settlement in the Jerseys [New Jersey]:

 

In the name of God, amen.  The thirteen day of December, in the year of our Lord Christ one thousand –

seven hundred and fourteen,  I, John Denman, of Newtown, in Queens County, on Nassau Island, in the

province of New York, yeoman, being sick and weak in body, but of perfect mind and memory, thanks be

given unto God there for, calling unto mind the mortality of my body, and knowing it is appointed for all

men once to dye, do make and ordain this my last will and testament in manner and form following, that

is to say first and principally I give and recommend my soul into the hands of God Almighty that gave it,

and for my body, I recommend it to the earth to be buried in a Christian-like manner, at the discretion of

my executors hereafter named, nothing doubting but at the general Resurrection I shall receive the

same again by the mighty power of God, and as touching such worldly estate wherewith it has pleased

God to bless me in this life — I give, devise, and dispose of the same in the following manner and form

 

Inprimus:

I will that all my lawful debts shall be paid wheresoever due by bills, bonds, or any other lawful amounts

whatsoever.

 

Item, I doe hereby ordain my dearly beloved wife, Mary Denman, to be executrix, and also my beloved

friend and brother in-law, Jeremiah Gannugh [Gano, his wife’s maiden name] of Flushing, in Queens

county aforesaid, executor, to be assistant to my beloved wife; giving and granting to my said executors

full power, lawful and absolute authority by these presents to make seal of all or any part of all my lands

and meadows as they shall seem meet or convenient for the payment of all the debts, and after the

debts are all paid what shall be left of lands, meadows or goods and chattels shall be and remain to my

beloved wife Mary, during her natural life or her widowhood to be for her Own benefit and profitt, and

at her decease or marriage [she eventually married a Brooks, who was probably another French

Huguenot like herself] that then what land and meadow shall be left in her possession, and after all the

lawful debts are paid as aforesaid that then I give, grant and bequeath unto my beloved Son, John

Denman [my 6th (?) g-grandfather], my musket, to be by him injoyed for his birthright, and that all the

rest which shall be then remaining, after all my lawful debts are paid as above stated that then all the

land  and meadow which shall be left I will and bequeath to my four beloved sons, John, William, Philip

and Thomas Denman, to be equally divided by them, quantity and quality, my eldest son [John, husband

of Mary Elizabeth Williams; from whom we are descended through his son Daniel and wife, Deborah

Scudder] to take his first choice in the division, and the remainder of the movable estate that Shall then

be left I doe give and bequeath also to my three daughters, Martha, Mary and Elizabeth Denman, to be

also by them equally by them divided, giving and bequeathing my land and meadow as above expressed,

to my four sons above named, to them and to their heirs and assigns for ever, and also to my three

daughters above named, Martha, Mary and Elizabeth Denman, above said to be by them divided equally

— and I doe hereby utterly disallow, revoke and disannul, all and every other testaments, wills, legacies

and enventory by me in any wise before this time named willed and bequeathed, ratifying and

confirming this and no other to be my last will and testament.  In witness whereof I have hereunto set

my hand and seal the day and year first above written.

 

JOHN DENMAN \ Seal \ .

 

Signed, sealed, published, pronounced and declared by the said John Denman, as his last will and

Testament in the presence of us the subscribers, viz: Sam'l. Schuder [Samuel Scudder] (his E mark),

Jacob Reeder, John Gunsell.

 

At a special meeting of John Jackson, Esq., Judge of the Court of Common Pleas, in Queens county, and

Willm. [William] Bloodgood and Anthony Waters, Esqrs., Justices of the said county, held at Jamaica, in

Said county, on Tuesday, the-first day of March, in the first year of the reigne of our Sovereigne Lord

George, King of Great Brittaine, &c., &c., Anno Dom 1714, the within last will and testament of John

Denman, of Newtown, in Queen’s county, Yeoman, deceased, therein named was proven by the oaths

of Sam'l. Schuder [Samuel Scudder], Jacob Reeder and John Gunsell, witnesses thereunto subscribed.

And Mary Denman and Jeremiah Gennung [ssp. Gennugh / Gano], executors thereunto named, are

hereunto impowered and authorized to act and doe what executors by law are required or ought to

doe, they having already exhibited an inventory of the goods and chattels of the said testator, and also

given in bond with sureties for their true performance of the same.  [signed] John Jackson, Willm.

[William] Bloodgood, Anthony Waters.  Entered March 2, 1714 J. SMITH, Clerk. Queens County, Clerk's

Office, ss. [signed and sealed]

 

… I, John H. Sutphin, Clerk of said county, do hereby certify that I have compared the foregoing

instrument with the original thereof recorded in my office, March 2d, 1714, in Liber C of Deeds, page 53,

and that the same is a true copy thereof and of the whole original.  Witness my hand as Clerk and the

Seal of Queens county, at Jamaica [NY], this 2d day of July, 1884.  JOHN H. SUTPHIN, Clerk.

 

… John, the eldest son [married to Mary Elizabeth Williams, of Welsh descent, and possibly related to

Rhode Island Governor, Roger Williams], purchased in 1720 a hundred acre tract in what is now called

the town of Cranford, Union county, New Jersey.  He died in 1775 [or most likely 1776, at the outbreak

of the Revolution, when it is rumored that he died shortly after standing in for his sons during the

christening  of two of his grandsons, while their fathers were away fighting]… leaving four sons, John

[the eldest, who for whatever reason only received “two shillings” from the will of his father John’s New

Jersey estate, ironically a far cry from the musket and land generously bequeathed to his father by his

grandfather – all three men of the same namesake, John Denman], Daniel [my ancestor, who with

brother John and son James, went down to fight in Georgia and vicinity during the Revolution –  never to

return to New Jersey (only John apparently did return to his NJ family, either during or following the

war; Daniel’s wife, Deborah Scudder, evidently was widowed during the war and remarried another

Denman man, Philip, probably Daniel’s Connecticut cousin; and James received Georgia land to homestead, in a post-war lottery)], Joseph and Christopher Denman [both of

whom fought the War for New Jersey], and two  daughters, Mary and Jennie.  Christopher; the youngest

son, purchased the rights of his brothers in the [100 acre New Jersey] farm [which the family had

purchased after settling their New York estate], and he became sole owner.  He died in 1808, leaving the

farm to his only son, John Denman [here the family broke from tradition of naming their eldest sons

“John” – Christopher’s eldest brother gave none of his sons that name, oddly enough; suggesting some

sort of grievance between him and their father might have been the reason for the father disowning him

in his will]… whose death took place in 1849, leaving the farm undivided.  The old homestead [in New

Jersey] still remains in the family and name [as of 1884, when this article was published in the Newtown

Register; the estate also is rumored to have supplied lumber for the building or maintenance of the USS

Constitution (“Old Ironsides”, a major asset during the War of 1812 and presently the only seaworthy

historical wooden US navy ship); the estate is also home to a locally famous tree called Old Peppy, a

Pepperidge tree].


(My 7th ? g-grandfather’s will, published in the December, 1884 issue of the Newtown (Long Island, New York) Register.)
(Updating a previous post of this and another will, now that I've learned a lot more about the family history and cleared up a few details.)

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Penguin Jumper Diagram

Fire up your knitting needles and help baby Penguins stay warm...

 
I was told the baby Penguins are in trouble again, and they really do need those sweaters this time (evidently, there has been much controversy and excitement over it about which I was unaware)... So, I decided that if I was going to jump into the fray and make a few for donation, I'd better get busy and come up with a working diagram first.  Because, I find that visuals are most helpful when knitting and crocheting.  They often make the text more comprehensible, and the process speedier.
 
So there you have it; hope it will be of use to some charitable souls out there who would like to help them out.
 
This links to the latest call for sweaters, complete with cute pictures and easy patterns for the Penguin sweaters.  Always remember to use real wool yarns for them, because living out on those icebergs, they need the very warmest fibers available.  (I'm thinking laundry shrinkage won't ever be an issue for them, so synthetics aren't necessary.)
 
Link to the official pattern.
 
Apparently, this has been an ongoing concern for at least a few years.  I do feel for them; because I can imagine just how difficult it must be, trying to survive in a Global Economy dominated by the Nazi Fascist Corporate State.  I mean, it's even tough for us Human beings (perhaps more so, in many ways)...
 
For further information please contact Joyce Ball at jball@penguins.org.au
Please send finished jumpers to:
 
Knits for Nature
Phillip Island Nature Parks
Reply Paid 97
Cowes
Victoria 3922
Australia
 
Email for more details to reception@penguins.org.au
 
 
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