THE BAY CITY... COPS. PROTECTORS OF THE WEAK, DOWNTRODDEN, HUDDLED MASSES... when the Child-Molestors need'em most....

  The Child-Molestors have repeatedly bragged to me things like. "We're going to say that you are just bragging when this all comes out". They boast that whatsoever they do to me proves me a social deviant, & howsoever I reacted to those moments of mind-curdling terror are certainly boasts at best on my part. "The more sick things we do to you only proves that you are a social deviant". Yeah, whatever...

  I wonder what part of my ego they suppose I'm stoking here? Who do you suppose I think I'm fooling with THIS tale of woe? Who is the target group I'm trying to impress? It's the truth I seek. The truth is the only thing that will set me free. Gulp!

  We were in... "the party house", a place in Bay City's "Banks" area in between rapes. I'm no small fry & I was in a room surrounded by jocks who dwarfed me in every respect. I was on the gang's drug(s?), I'd been kept awake to the limits of human endurance & raped by masses of homosexuals & fat chicks. Now, we were in a side room of the house & the jocks were beating & slapping me, then pushing me between them & beating me all the more. It seemed like great fun for them. A party was going on in the next room & drugs of every sort were being consumed. A large table stacked with assorted drugs was pushed up against the wall of the small mansion/ large home. Dirty Cop & Duh Jerk showed up from time to time to orchestrate the horror.

  Then, during an in between moment, between the rapes & constant torture the gang simply left me standing in a drug-fueled haze, they just left me standing there, while they tortured a little old, scrawny, frail, grey-haired lady. They did to her what they'd done to me with equal enthusiasm.

  I plotted to escape during my rare lucid moments & watched for the slightest opportunity. It came... eventually...

  There I was, in the party house between rapes. Mostly gays. But today was different... today it would be children who maneuvered my sleep deprived drug-addled self from room to room trying to get me to interact with them while Duh Jerk & the four Stars stood just off camera beside their ever-present army of jocks. I recall playing with the children, now & then. Building blocks, games, and sadly... even a little girl's tea party. I was spared no humiliation. They led me around in a mental haze but during my every fleeting lucid moment I fought them. Uh... I lost. Orgies where I was the centerpiece abounded. Eventually, they moved up to teens... They'd kept me placid for who knows how long and Duh Jerk, the 4 Stars, & even their jocks simply wandered off? Leaving my filming to a pre-teenage boy & girl...

  In a moment of time I became lucid & plotted my escape. Which one do I attack first? HMMMM...  I figured knocking out the girl would be easier. The drugs were beginning to take hold of me again, It occurred to me that I had to act quickly before my memory reset! Who to attack, hmmm, who to attack? The world was rippling and I strained to make a decision. Do you want to know what was the deciding factor reader? Do you? I... me... yeah... I, didn't want to hit a girl. That's it, I didn't want to hit a girl. So I belted the boy in the jaw with all of my might! BAMM! He went down hard! Then I grabbed the pre-teenage girl & covered her nose & mouth until she passed out. Then I went to the room's only door, held it open a crack & cautiously looked into the room where my ongoing rape & torture was occurring. The room was filled with jocks & kids talking about the fact that they were about to leave! While I stood there I heard the little girl moan & saw her roll over and start to get up. So I grabbed her & held my hand over her mouth and nose. Then, I zoned out from the drugs.... eventually, I caught myself, I'd forgotten everything that occurred up to this point & had to remind myself what had happened up & until now. I was still holding the girl upright and had my hands over her mouth & nose. How long had passed, I can't say? Then, I zoned out again when my long-term memory restet itself again! Eventually, I caught myself. I had no idea where I was nor what had happened. In a moment of time I took stock of the situation before me & recalled what was going on. I still had my hands over the little girl's mouth & nose. While I listened in at the door I figured these guys might never leave or would leave only once my 2 torturing rapists were missing.

  They just took too long so I decided to set the girl down & try to simply walk out. To my barely working mind that place was a maze & I wandered too long. Eventually a group of jocks came running into the room & yelled. "THERE HE IS! GET HIM"! The fight was on! I lost & was drugged anew.

  Duh Jerk yelled. "He's not like our other victims! You cant leave him alone or without any guys protecting him for a second! I told you guys he's just too dangerous". Before I passed out I was treated to a casualty report. The boy had already awoken & had a broken jaw. The girl... wouldn't wake up... so they were taking her to the hospital. Their "Doctor" gave her a poor chance of recovery.

  In the short time before the world would slowly fade away while they prepared a syringe I asked Duh Jerk. "How many of your guys do I have to bust up before you'll leave me alone"?

  "I don't care who gets hurt".

  Yeah, I whined about the girl. ME, I whined, alone... Pointing at the girl who had a heavy respirator doing her breathing for her I asked him. "How could you let something like that happen to a little girl"?

  "If you wouldn't resist things like that wouldn't happen".

  "What kind of person puts a boy & a girl in a room with a guy who's on drugs"?

  "They knew the score when they agreed to help us torture you. This kind of stuff is rare but it happens".

  I... me... I called him names for putting the boy, the girl, & I in the situation to begin with. Me.

  An ambulance crew took away the little girl who seemed to be breathing only because of the mechanical resperator. I asked Duh Jerk how the ambulance got there so quick & he answered me. "We always keep an ambulance crew a block away in case of an emergency". It's an integral part of their kidnapping/blackmail/framing operation he explained.

  Their... "Doctor" had a serious look on him when he told Jerk & his assembled jocks. "The girl isn't breathing. That's a bad sign". He said her recovery wasn't very likely & she'd likely be a vegetable of some sort if she did ever wake up.

  Jerk threatened me, eh, not too committal. "You'd better hope that girl recovers".

  "I thought you didn't care who got hurt"? I said back sarcastically.

  He mumbled his next two words. "Ohhh... yeah... you'd better hope she's not hurt".

  One of the jocks said "F@#! Jerk! I say you'd better hope she's not hurt. That girl was the best c@#$%^&*%! I ever met". His fellow gang members angrily joined their voices to his. She was ranked as their best whore in "services rendered".

  "I only hurt her because I was trying to escape you guys because you were torturing me. Besides, she was a little girl. What? 10, 11, maybe 13? Doesn't that make you all child-molesters"?

  Jocks chimed in. Vengeance upon me was assured. "Of course we're child-molesters! That's why we're here. We're proud to be child-molesters".

  "Proud enough to announce it on the steps of City Hall during business hours"? I asked.

  They all shirked back. Hypocrites one & all! "You know, if you guys weren't such cowards & stood up for yourselves in public they'd probably legalize your lifestyle & you really could bring love to everyone like you preach".

  Jerk chimed in that there'd be no revenge on me for now... but... he pointed to the first jock & said. "You said 'f@#! Jerk'. You are going to be punished"!

  "WHAT"? The world faded away with the jocks whining about his innocence...

  It's what they do, whine. The Child-Molestors are professional victims. I've heard them say. "We're professional victims. It's when our victims are attacking us [in court or when filing a police report against the Child-Molestors] that we have our power".

  Days... maybe weeks pass. I come up with a new plan to escape. Looking at "The Drug Table" (that's what they called it) I wondered if flipping it over might give me a head start on an escape attempt?

  "The Drug Table" is all but a Child-Molestor legend. As bragged to me it is an ever-present icon at all of their orgies & their torture sessions to numb their victim/member's pain (remember, you don't get to do the kinky stuff you want to do at their orgies, you do only the kinky stuff you'll loath & be embarrassed to go to the cops about if they recruit you reader) & sensibilities. The table is about the size of a modest family kitchen table with little plates containing a cornucopia of various drugs (You don't want to know the horrors even the most hard-core members of their gang have whined to me that they had to preform to get near that table... horrors). Pills, powders, & herbs of all sorts, even lighters & drug pipes on their own plate respectively.

  During a quiet moment, between beatings & rapes I rushed the unguarded drug table & flipped the sorta heavy drug receptacle over with all of my might! Making sure to cast the powders far! Then, as I ran past the alarmed dopeheads more worried about the dope than I, I made sure to stop & grind the herbs & pills in the few steps I took until I was at full speed leaving the place. Eh, I made it to the front door & into the yard this time...

  We fought on & on in the front yard. A uniformed Bay City... cop was standing in their front yard, deep in the heart of the city. He made the difference. I was subdued....

  Duh jerk was summoned once I was subdued & the gang pronounced the drugs a near total loss (That fish tank I flipped over onto the drugs did them no good at all). "That fish tank cost over $10,000. It was filled with rare fish (it was, I looked at it). Now I'm going to have to take revenge on you for how much you've cost us again". Duh Jerk whined about how broke they were from what I'd done to them last year, they'd never be able to afford another any time soon (in part because of me) and the drugs were an irreplaceable item. They were in hock up to their eyeballs to thier dealers. So he asked the assembled gangbangers for all of their cash. When it was gathered & counted it was a pittance (of course, cheap cheap cheap, you pay them to work them, you wont have money!). Remember, they don't pay their members, their members pay them. Maybe they'll filter a little of their victim/member's cash back to them, but you'll earn it a drop at a time & with much misery. A few of their victim/members had told me they screamed into their pillows every night until they could sleep & woke up on a pillow drenched with tears each day.

  They chatted between them, the gang was very short on cash (from my last hijinx, or so they whined) and there was a big party coming with important clients (thus I was being tortured into delirium). Angrily Duh Jerk announced I should be drugged asleep, there just wasn't enough guys to guard me because they were all going to go out & rob someone for a lot of money to cover their cash debt (they were already in hock to begin with). I figured that this was surely the end, now, they would most certainly kill me. Slowly...

  Time passes...

  I'd tried to smash my way past the jocks to escape several times in the past, prompting them to a shield wall to protect the only 2 doors out of the room. They formed a line in front of me & on my left. They beat, slapped, and raped me for sport, continuing to keep me awake, driving me to the edges of human endurance, delirium, and madness. Then, for whatever their reasons were, they left me standing in a daze on their drug(s?) and began doing what they'd been doing to me to a frail little old grey-haired lady. Mercilessly! Every now & again my long-term memory reset itself, it was here that I looked for any way to escape because I figured that, surely, they were going to kill me this time for certain! For the time being, I could do nothing but watch them torture this woman in what may have been the last moments of her life as a law-abiding, uncrippled citizen. A sad contemplation, but probably true none the less...

  In a moment of time the door to the outside opened, & it stayed open! Children talked one to the other in the background & at the door. I knew I had to act now & boldly while I was still lucid (how long would it last until my long-term memory reset itself because of their drug?) so I charged the line at it's weakest point with all of my might!

  I used to work out back then, I biked about 300 miles a week & worked heavy manual labor & I barreled at the line with everything I had. I recall vividly the surprised looks on the jocks & my intended target's face and within a few steps I was at my maximum speed!

  That's when I smashed into the weak point in their shield wall with everything I had! POW! That... little... old... scrawny... frail... grey-haired... lady... went smashing to the ground as violently as anything I'd ever seen in my life!

  Children at the door groped at me & I slammed them down violently with everything I had! K-K-KRACK! Then I ran into the city & freedom!

  What? Are you cheering my escape reader? Don't cheer too loudly... because a savior comes to the rescue in the end.

  "..."!

  So I ran! In broad daylight! IN THE HEART OF THE CITY! Jocks in tow! Into Bay City's Banks area, going south, as I recall it. Probably.

  The fight was on. The thing that occurred to me was. "I can't let them surround me or stop me in one place! I've got to keep this mobile"! So I threw them off! I ducked! I dodged! And I beat them off of me!

  I ran full tilt for about a block before I realized I was burning up a lot of energy. It occurred to me that I had to slow down & fight them now, or run for a block or two more & fight them as a gasping wretch later. So I slowed down to a quick jog & prepared to do battle with the ever-increasing number pursuers who were now coming out of "the party house" in ones & twos to join the chase.

  I screamed for help to anyone who could hear me! "This is a kidnapping! HELP! Please call the police"! Women gardening, people walking, kids in the yards, & guys poking their heads out their doors all looked.

  F.B. pulled up in a luxury car filled with more fighters in less than two blocks! He shouted to witnesses. "Get back in your house"! To others he yelled. "Official police business"! Among other things! He too attacked & I threw him off as well!

  The crowd, half a dozen or so tackled me as one. If you've never been in a fight you wont appreciate this one, but, if you've been in scrapes o plenty, a veteran of the school of hard knocks you just might be able to visualize the scene. The crowd knocked me off balance and we all spun around in someone's yard & plowed into a chain-linked fence! The fence prevented us from flopping to the ground (their spoken goal was to knock me to the ground), we were all still standing. Then we all shoved each other to the nearby sidewalk, there we spun around again & the group fell as we spun & I barely kept my balance on 2 legs & an entangled arm! We spun into one of those little yard decorations, a decorative well of sorts surrounded by a small decorative white picket fence. I grabbed at the 2' fence & easily yanked one of the boards free & used it to stab at the neck of one of my grapplers! I don't think the board penetrated but after 2 stabs he couldn't wait to let me go! Then we spun some more & I changed my grip on the little white board & began to slap at the eyes of one of my attackers with the nails still in the board! I hit one in the eye & stabbed one in the throat at least twice! They got the board from me but by using the combination of the momentum of our spin (based on guys rolling out of the fight) & the basic desire of the guys closest to my torso to let me go I broke free of them and they sprawled about the yard like so much trash!

  I was free! I took off in a short run & resumed a quick jog pace when it was evident that they still intended to pursue me. It occurred to me that the little board had been an excellent improvised weapon! So I decided to grab another. The gang had grabbed the 1st board so I turned toward the well looking to get another board. Still fending off attacks!

  F.B. shouted. "Form a line & protect the fence! Don't let him get any more boards"!

  His crew formed a line of about 4 jocks between the well & I!

  I pondered attacking them, then decided it was too risky to get pinned down in one spot. More guys were coming & I had to keep the fight moving to keep from being surrounded!

  I took off with a fast paced jog again! They regrouped & with fresh fighters from the party house they charged me & attacked but their uncoordinated attacks were repelled by myself, barely! I kept the fight moving down the street at a steady pace.

  Many of the witnesses assured me they were going to call the... cops.

  I looked for improvised weapons as I walked. Then I saw a concrete rain gutter, you know, the ones at the corner of a house? I picked up the formidable weapon, took aim at the nearest attacker & hurled it with all of my might at him!

  I didn't know what to expect, maybe a big sound, explosions? Eh, all that happened was I hit him in the chest & he went down never to trouble me again!

  F.B. shouted to the many kids present. "Go up & down this street & grab anything he might use as a weapon"! They ran full speed ahead of me & did just that. Kids were holding all sorts of yard decorations as I came jogging past, it was ridiculous! I recall one child, standing in a front yard holding a large cast iron swan. It's dull but pointed cast iron tip would've made an excellent improvised weapon. I pondered attacking him & taking it but I concluded it was too dangerous. I figured the gang were going to kill me & that this just might be my last chance to escape!

  F.B. said to the other kids. "Go up & down this street & tell any witnesses this is a police arrest & that this man is dangerous". So they did.

  I recall people watching the ongoing spectacle. When I begged for help the children were in the midst of calling me an escaped prisoner & some of the witnesses hurled insults at me. Keep in mind, I'm still fending off chain-smoking jocks the entire time. I'm keeping a good pace & not letting them organize. Bodies, lie here & there behind us. Some, I injured, the rest, they had injured themselves by using stupid ill-timed, ill-conceived drug-hazed attacks against me.

  I recall a rather large family man standing in his front yard with his wife & 10 year old son in front of him. There was a child telling the man what a slimeball I was as I briskly walked past. Yeah, I begged them for help. Instead of helping he hurled insults at me. In his opinion someone should do something to help these teenage police jocks take me down! "Screw this"! He yelled. "I'll do it myself"! The man came running at me, charged me, with both arms out. Sooo, I grabbed his arm, broke it, kicked the side of his knee, he went down, then, with the knife edge of my hand, I chopped at his neck, and he stayed down.

  I kept going, scared at the amount of time I'd just allotted to one direction & not watching all around me to prevent being blindsided. It was then that I heard a sound unique in all of nature. It was the sound of a mother putting 100% of her being into a single scream! There's no sound quite like it in all the world & it is as bone-chilling as screams get. With everything she had the woman behind me had screamed. "NOOO"!

  I spun in preparation of combat with what I know was a look of grim determination. The woman was on her knees cradling her still-choking husband & that 10 year-old boy was coming up behind me with clenched fists & his own look of grim determination! The Mom yelled. "Don't do it! Come back"! She ordered her son to turn back & he did. Lately... I've been wondering about the many ways, this could've turned out, for the boy & I. Soul-shuddering & spirit-blood curdling moments of pondering the "might-have-beens", oh well, back to the kidnapping.

  I recall a giant jock wearing gangland black announced he'd simply grab me & positioned himself in front of me on the sidewalk & outstretched both of his arms to grab me as I came!

  Talk about stupid! He was all but defenseless as I came up to him & punched him in the throat! The giant jock wore a smile when I walked up to him. Now, as soon as I'd punched him he grabbed his throat with both hands and now wore a look of pure terror! He didn't initially go down at first. He simply walked over to a nearby porch where his buddies stopped chasing me and asked him questions like. :Are you okay"? "Can you breathe".

  The giant Jock didn't answer them.

  I recall I was attacked again. This delayed me at that spot long enough to watch that jock lay down on the ground. I hadn't eliminated him as a pursuer. I'd eliminated the teenaged jock and two other pursuers if you count the fact that they gave up the chase and tended to their buddy.

  My most unbelievable claim? Eh, why not? At one point two of my pursuers openly planned their attack rather loudly. "Lets get on both sides of him & tackle him at the same time"! Then they ran ahead to make it come to pass.

  I pondered... "I wonder if I can dodge them if I wait until they attack"? So I decided to try it.

  The pair got a goodly distance from me & one of them shouted. "Okay. On the count of 3! 1! 2! 3"! The pair charged me & leaped into the air!

  I stopped.

  The pair clunked heads in front of me like a pair of bad coconuts & fell to the ground groaning never to trouble me again.

  I kept trying to get the public to help me but children were running out in front of me & telling them I was an out of control madman evading arrest. As citizen after citizen hurled insults at me as I begged for help I looked down the street & every other yard or so had a teenager out front of it talking to witnesses who all looked at me like I was the biggest crook on earth. Another car pulled up & F.B. told it's disgorged teens to run ahead of me & warn people I was coming.

  So I turned left at the corner. It seemed to disorganize them & they weren't able to place as many kids in front of me again. I was aking for help. No one would agree to help me but most people agreed to call the police when I asked. If you need help in Bay City... remember to not tell people you'll hold your hand on your ass until help arrives. It might grow there.

  Another unbelievable claim? Sure... why not reader. As if another claim on my part would convince skeptics.

  Some of the pursuers were struggling to keep up. Another pursuer announced he'd tackle me from behind. I turned to see him rushing at me from behind & to my right. So I stopped in place. The attacker flew past me & landed on the sidewalk. I saw his left arm snap just above the elbow! SNAP! Not only did he trouble me no more but like the others who'd fallen a few of my attackers quit chasing me & tended to their writhing & screaming partner in crime. Bodies blazed a trail behind us for all to see. What waste...

  F.B. directed the battle and within a few blocks I'd taken several blows that hurt very badly. I tell people that I'm slow to anger & not easily provoked but, if I said it was impossible to provoke me would even a single reader believe me? I announced. "I'm gonna bust up the next one of ya who attacks me"!

  Until now, a child had been shadowing F.B. neither attacking nor involving himself in any way. Now, F.B. patted him twice on his behind (in what I can only conclude was second nature to him), pointed at me & said. "Go get him"!

  In moments the child lept at me from the front at about a 45 degree angle to myself! Him? About 130 lbs with a partygoer's physique. Me? About 260. I biked a lot for fitness & worked heavy manual labor jobs. I caught him as he slammed into my chest & kept briskly walking without missing a step! Then I manhandled him over my shoulder with his head about my abdomen & grabbed his right hand & snapped each of his fingers like one might pluck grapes! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! "This is what is going to happen to you if you attack me"!

  Yeah, he struggled. So I punched him a few times & grabbed his neck while still walking & said. "Stop struggling"! Then, turning his neck to the breaking point I yelled again. "Feel That? You keep struggling & I'll snap your neck like a chicken"!

  He quit struggling & merely cried out as I repeated myself on his other hand.  SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

  I recall one of the kids excitedly yelling at F.B. "We've go to do something! He's going to kill him"!

  F.B. was verbally pelted by his crew & he said. "SHUT UP & LET ME THINK"! While holding his chin & walking awkwardly semi-backwards to better see the action.

  I grabbed the boy's arm & with some effort, I broke it! One never gets used to the feeling of tearing of sinews (as you break the arm you can actually feel the child's sinews tearing), nor the horrific scream of a child in agony (and his was among the most hideous I've ever heard). Well, unless you're a Child-Molestor that is... they told me it was great fun when they tortured me as a child to get me to scream!

  The gang surrounded me, unsure of what to do next & looking to F.B. for leadership.

  Then I manhandled the child so his torso was over my back, then I grabbed his leg & snapped it at the knee!

  Guys surrounded me, they seemed unsure of what to do? In their defense, they were on drugs. In my defense... so was I. Unwillingly. They prepared their next attack so I again manhandled the child around my person until I had one hand on his upper torso & the other on his groin. Then I spun around as fast as I could and smashed him headfirst to the cement as hard as I could! THUDD! "THERE! THAT"S WHAT"S GONNA HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOU ATTACK ME"!

  F.B. took it as a sign, pointed at me & yelled. "GET HIM"!

  One at a time they attacked with their arms outstretched like the good wrestlers they were trained as. Hey, I liked to wrestle but I learned early in life to never fight how your enemy likes to fight. So I broke an arm or two by grabbing outstretched hands & wrists! I grabbed a wrist or two & throat punched a few others! Bodies lay in ruins up & down the street! Products of their foolish uncoordinated attacks. A line of fresh fighters could be seen coming, the bodies of the fallen, and the few who stopped & tended the wounded.

  Block after block passed & the fight raged on. I never gave them time to organize. The battle raged on for at least 8 blocks by my recollection. EIGHT BLOCKS!

  Eight blocks later... everybody is breathing hard. Bodies are splayed every block of two. Some, I hurt. Others, were hurt by their own incompetence when they attacked me & hurt themselves (uhhh... they WERE on drugs after all). Picture a fresh car of teens pulls up & disgorges it's eager young fighters. We go... eh... maybe a quarter of a block... then... A uniformed Bay City... cop shows up. IN HIS MARKED POLICE CAR!

  The battle stops at his command & he demanded to know what prompted the group's attack on my person.

  F.B. took charge... He called me many a false accusation.

  The uniformed Bay City... cop seemed to like what he had to say.

  F.B.'s crew agreed with him. Thier's was a very much justified vigilante attack upon me, based upon the severity of their accusations. We were all still breathing quite heavily.

  Another marked... cop car pulled up 1/4 block away with 2, yes two uniformed police officers inside. The 1st uniformed Bay City... cop ordered me to stand next to the guys I called my kidnappers in the very act! When I initially refused he threatened me with a weapon & violence. Then he walked over to the other car, talked for a minute & they left despite my pleadings.

  While we waited F.B. and his crew promised me an epic level of revenge for this indignity I'd thrust upon him & his cohorts.

  The Bay City... cop walked over to threaten me.

  As I recall a big luxury car pulled up & as many bodies as could be crammed into it now piled out of it & joined the crowd around me.

  Yeah, I begged for protection. Silly, silly me...

  The... cop left saying only. "That looks about right". As he looked back. Exactly what he meant is a mystery to me to this day.

  Yeah, the crew jumped me en-mass as soon as the... cop fled the scene. I lost...

  After they subdued me they hoisted me into the air above their heads & carried me back to my torturers like a trophy. Threatening anyone who dared to answer my plea for help & beating some & acting like cops with others, demanding their I.D. cards under threats of more violence.

  At the halfway point that 1st cop showed up. He parked his marked squad car & came to the defense of his gang. Like this... A middle-aged balding guy identified himself as a lawyer & when the gang identified themselves as police he said. "I'm a lawyer & you cant legally treat this guy like this"!

  One of the gang belted him in the mouth, they were doing the same ting to other witnesses on both sides of me! "OFFICIAL POLICE BUSINESS! GIVE ME YOUR I.D."!

  Meanwhile I was yelling things like. "HELP! THIS IS A KIDNAPPING! DON'T HAND HIM YOUR I.D. THESE GUYS AIN'T EVEN COPS".

  "I'm a lawyer & I'll have your badge for this"! The lawyer shouted... in vain.

  That's when the 1st cop walked up & said. "That's okay because I deputized these men to help me arrest a dangerous fugitive. Now hand him your I.D.".

  "SEE? THEY CHANGED THEIR STORIES! THEY SAID THEY WERE COPS & NOW THEY CLAIM TO BE DEPUTIZED NORMAL PEOPLE! DON'T HAND THEM YOUR I.D.S! RUN"!

  While they walked me down the street I watched in horror as the witnesses handed over their identification. Horror...

  Dirty Cop showed up & tailed us for the last 2 blocks in his marked police car.

  The smiling Duh Jerk was waiting for us in the front yard of the party house surrounded by children, one of whom was armed with a syringe...

  Who's ego am I stroking here? Tell me oh wise ones among my readers. Tell me, who's going to respect me for this tale? Tell me, do you want me for your neighbor now that you've heard this? Do you want me as a friend now that you've read this? Tell me oh wise ones, does this tale make my story even more believable? Oh, yes, the obligatory follow-up. Sooo... they sent someone to brag, as is their custom. Normally, they like to tell me tales of woe about the injured. Eh, not this time. He said the little girl woke up and couldn't talk for days but had since made a full recovery. "Remember that kid who broke his arm when he dove at you? You didn't cause his arm to be broken. It was already broken before that, he'd just taken his cast off early because Jerk told him that active duty members can't have any identifying marks on them for victims to identify". "The other kid is okay & is resting well right now & he can't wait for revenge"! Then he explained just how they planned to get revenge. "We had some guy (not the "Some Guy", just a guy) attack you & we told you that his name was that kid's name & we filmed you bragging about attacking him & he cant wait to confront you about it in court"! "Normally we just endure the accusations of witnesses but not with you. We got the I.D.s of every witness & recruited every single one of them by force. Dirty Cop even interviewed people up & down the street to see who knew what & we recruited every one of those witnesses. Jerk wants you to know that no one will stand next to you in court when this all comes out. And some of those witnesses have even begged us to be allowed to get revenge on you in court for us recruiting them over you". He said the child had been F.B.'s "boyfriend". Yet another reason to motivate him to plan a lifetime of revenge against me. Revenge revenge revenge... it's what the gang thrives on.

  Whatever...

  Follow-up: Years later the last snitch bragged on the calamity that is my life until now based on what they've done to me & how I reacted to it. His prediction for my life wasn't a good one. "You know, all we have to do is kick back & wait for you to tell the cops all of the stuff you've done to people while trying to get free from us. We know of good cops who will gladly frame you & put you in prison for life based soley on what you did to people when you tried to get free from us".

  "But I was on drugs. You guys raped & tortured me to the limits of human endurance. You kept me awake for weeks on end"! I said with growing disgust, maybe in vain.

  "I know that, & you know that, but they wont care". Yeah yeah yeah, he gloated on & on. The Child-Molestors brag that they have the ability to play the cops like a fiddle as only someone with generations of experience can. They also brag that it sucks to be me, & if they get their way, it always will...

  God bless America!!! I really really mean it. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!