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Oh my.
The things that happen to primitives.
Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 11:34 AM
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I've Been Outted
I was just like all of you. Working and happy. Then, there came a certain point in my life, where I had to admit that I needed to do an act that most feel repugnant. The act itself is FUN! However many times I do it, I get the same kick from it. In fact, I really feel that I could not live without the act.
But it's not ALL about the act. It makes my whole life blossom.. Most in our society wont even allow this act, no matter how much you declare you MUST do the act. But I digress.
Three nights ago, at midnight, I had four cops banging and ringing on my door. I was asleep. Because I commit the act, I lead a real simple, quiet life. They said that a neighbor called and said that I was having a huge fight with a girl, and throwing her and things around. Now, up till now, I had been scared to death, that someone very prejudiced against my kind would learn of my doing the act.
You see, we dont have any cool people. No entertainers, no pundits. While, TECHNICALLY, the constitution seems to protect me, It's a crap{cop} shoot, literally.
So, back to the four cops at my door. One says that he sat there and heard a woman crying. He says that he can come in, whether I like it or not, no warrant needed. I, just asleep thirty seconds ago, says I protest. I finally say, that I protest, but I certainly cannot physically do anything to stop them, so do what they are going to do.
Now, in my mind, I know that there are signs of me doing the act, ALL OVER THE PLACE. I couldn't even process that I had no constitution. No fourth amendment. They were going to learn all about me, and the act. And it wasn't pretty. They cuffed me, and placed me on the couch. They said something about a 10-19. At first I was quiet. I said I had a liscense even to say that I was allowed. They said they had NEVER heard of that.
One cop made a discouraging remark about the act, and about those that perfomed the act. The head cop had aririved, and he said it wasn't looking good. I was already outted, so I began to preach my constitutional right to perform my act. I had three cops with me, in a semicircle. Teaching them about me, and my kind. And how much we need to do the act. We feel our very lives depend on it. And how in my instance, it was proven. This was at least a half hour sermon.
Then, a cop finishes searching my upstairs, and says, who do I have in my crawlspace. You see, some think that those like me are depraved. They villify us. And now they all will know about me. Likely talk to all their buddies when they get back to the station. I answer noone. He asks me again, I am PIQUED. I answer Jimmy Hoffa. he says that an answer of any kind entitled him to check my attic for further evidence of me doing the act.
But they said it was to check if I had a Rick James thingie going on. At the same time, they looked all over my house, making disparaging remarks about me, and saying that I didn't deserve to live this well, as I was a parriah. they were getting ready to feel OK about ruining my life.
I stood my ground, and proceeded as Jesus did against Pilot. I claimed my life. And defended it, as if my life depended on it. It did. I told them how I am barred from employment. I told them how I can never get health insurance, as long as I commit the act. I live in fear of any kind of trouble. That it would end up just like it did. With my home crawling with cops. Appearing to follow no known constitution.
That they only let you commit the act when you are doomed. And even then, they look for reasons why your character, or other irrelevancy entitles you to harrassment, if not life in prison. I talked for two hours straight. I told my life story in bold, brash strokes. I defended my life. There was something even cathartic about it.
It couldnt get any worse than this, in this world. I had faced jackbooted thugs, crashing my door, and imprisoning me, and interrogating, looking for the slightest misword, entitling them to further raping my constitution. They took pictures, and said they needed a picture of me, as well. I smiled broadly into the camera.
As one cop left, he gave me some advice. He said that next time, let the cops right in, as my protesting having my home crawling with cops, was the very thing, that made me look suspicious. I remarked that if I had known that they were pals, I would have. Now that I know, I certainly will. Did I mention as an aside, that the constitution is null and void?
I am a medical marijuana patient. We hide. Don't make waves. We survive the best we can. Marinol in pill form, makes you paranoid. It makes you also completely useless. I grow my own, as I certainly cannot afford it otherwise. If I dont have it, my lungs fill up with fluid, like being waterboarded, every night, till you die. I have heart failure. Enlarged heart. Bad Mitral and Aortal vlaves.
Medical Marijuana allows me to eat without throwing up, or not feeling like eating at all. It controls my blood pressure, and heartrate. I lived that waterboarding, without sleep, every night for three months. I was almost dead. I was on proper medication. I had no voice. Dying of not getting a breath, is a bad way to go. You cannot have opiates. They suppress your breathing.
So, I tried Medical Marijuana. My voice came back, my lungs cleared. I used a high protein diet, in conjunction with an oxygen concentrator, and just gardening, as exercise. I now look like Brad Pit. Not a joke. I lost 60 pounds from my high. Kept it off, and am ripped, with the beginnings of a six pack. I am however incapable of employment. Noone will allow me to work. I am an engineer. SS dis said no thank you. Doc says shouldnt work.
Now, they want ME, to bail out my state. Taxing the crap outta the sick. Many deathbed.
Why do I blab my fool head off as if I was an activist? Dear friends and fellow founding fathers of the new era, I am frightened. How often can I get raided. Yearly, monthly, weekly, every time they need a kick? Who do they share that info with? Am I safe from further intrusion? Are they building a case? Am I paranoid? Does the term even mean anything any longer?
The only safety I have is in notoriety. In transparency. And even yet, I cannot reveal to my neighbors, as they might revolt. I told my Mom. she hardly could listen, and told me to NOT tell my Dad. My growing is a family secret. My conservative parents, told me not to tell my sisters, as they are religious conservatives, and would likely shun me. When I get too sick to care for myself, I will die. As noone will find a sick guy dope.
Until then, I am a posterboy for Medical Marijuana, outted by jackbooted thugs. On the forefront of discriminated groups. Without any claim to congenital cause. And no official protection. With a Don't ask, Don't tell stigma on the lot of us. So, I'm here and I'm in fear. Where's my pride parade?
I've never wrote anything that I think should be read by many, this might be it.
The Good Samaritan primitive:
Mari333 (1000+ posts) Tue Jun-23-09 11:39 AM
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1. I take it you are a medical marijuana patient and live in a state where you cannot get it legally, so you grow your own, and you were busted? and you are ill?
Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 11:47 AM
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4. No, I live in conservative San Diego, was not busted, and am ill.
Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 11:52 AM
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7. A cop from the same substation, was running a scam, and the judge was in cahoots.
A traffic scam. I brought the cop and the judge down, declaring them to be running a MORDIDA SCHEME. The Attorney General agreed. I was already enemy no. 1 to these guys. This is the third time that cops have insisted on searching my home without a warrant. Saying that it was for domestic abuse.
Men have NO recourse. A girlfriend defended the cops, as saying, well? What IF you had a girl in your crawlspace? I called her a dumbass. Literally. Poppa don't take no mess.
Dogmudgeon (1000+ posts) Tue Jun-23-09 12:05 PM
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10. Lawyer. Now.
Cops ****ing with a seriously ill man? To hell with that! And that crap the Social Security Administration gave you can and should be appealed. They messed with me, now they may have to pay me about fifty grand for dragging their feet and my ass.
So a lawyer is called for. Get yourself an aggressive, angry, dirty, hyperintelligent freak of a prick lawyer, especially if he has "issues" with authority and an appetite for vengeance.
This kind of crap has GOT to end. You might as well at least start that ball rolling. I am not certain whether you can undertake such a fight, but I hope you at least can do something. It's amazing how good for the health it is to be able to land a good left hook on the schnozz of The Man.
I myself will soon be a MM patient, too -- I have chronic severe pain, and the narcotics are losing their effectiveness, plus I am just starting to develop the breathing problems you spoke of. And far from looking like Brad, I'm developing Angelina's tits.
Actually, the drug that works best for me is LSD -- I have enough pain that even fairly high doses don't disorient me. But that's a different story.
If I get put on a state shit list, as long as I can do so, someone's life/lives (other than mine) is/are going be become miserable. At this point in my life, I'm ready to spill some serious legal blood. Not actual blood -- I'm talking lawyers and journalists. I hope you can take that approach, too.
Believe me when I say this, and it isn't just the usual protocol: good luck. There are millions of people who will stick up for you. We have only just started to express our displeasure. Keep talking, and if we slack off, kick us all in our collective ass and MAKE us listen.
Please keep us posted.
Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 12:22 PM
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18. San Diego California. Carmel Valley, a sleepy bedroom community
The local keystone cops are REAL BORED. They are up for anything to ease the tedium. They invent crooked games. When I fought the crooked traffic scheme, I contacted the local paper, and they said that I was just mad that they found me guilty. Not that they had invented a nonexistant law, to fleece us, the citizens of our cash. They werent interested.
I guess I'll have to beat ass myself, as those charged with stopping fascism, arent. I am. Sometimes, the power I have scares me. Who else chooses on six cops, and a whole judicial system, with cuffs on? I think they are going to be sad they rang my chime.
Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 12:38 PM
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23. As I said
The chief symptoms of Maryjane are cottonmouth, and the munchies. So, I have flooded lungs, that are getting regurgitation from my bad heart vlaves. In essense, it is asperational pneumonia. Cottonmouth dries my lungs. Munchies helps me not to throw up. To get hungry and keep it down. Again, from all the regurgitation. As you ingest Maryjane, your heartrate increases significantly. Then, that switches, and your heartrate decreases significantly. Sorta like booze is a stimulant, then a depressant. Blood pressure, on me, was 185. I was in anxiety attack range. Cuz of my being left to die. The Maryjane calms me.
Should I have had to deal with six snarling cops, I likely would have had a heart attack. It also fights the Glaucoma in my family and in me. All these things have allowed me to look, and in some ways act 18. I am 48. Literally. I was an Auwshwitz{sp} victim, till I tried Maryjane. I was a bag of skin. Wheezing and coughing. A neighbor even conspired with another neighbor friend to get me kicked out of my home for coughing/dying. I sat straight up in bed for three months, lucky to get one hour of sleep, max. Didnt eat. Now, I am precariously awesome. A very tipsy health. But awesome.
backscatter712 (1000+ posts) Tue Jun-23-09 12:27 PM
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22. And people wonder why I can't stand cops.
Every single time you have an encounter with one for any reason, you risk living the Stanford Prison Experiment.
Nobody however wonders why franksolich can't stand dopeheads.
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Damn, I was thinking this guy was pumping his boyfriend at first. That post reads like some kind of Nigerian scam.
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What a freaking drama queen. :mental:
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I stood my ground, and proceeded as Jesus did against Pilot.
Now I may not be the most scholarly person when it comes to the Bible, but that there is funny, I don't care who you are. :lmao:
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Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 11:34 AM
Original message
I've Been Outted
I was just like all of you. Working and happy...
This is where my low tolerance for bullshit forbade me to read any further.
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Bunny, I myself wasted 25 seconds or so reading it till I realized how loooooong it was. The narrative so annoying, with "the act" held as a suspense device. All the bravado and boastery that followed in the comments, just so lame. I think we've all known guys like this.
Jesus against Pilot indeed. :rotf:
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Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 11:52 AM
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7. A cop from the same substation, was running a scam, and the judge was in cahoots.
A traffic scam. I brought the cop and the judge down, declaring them to be running a MORDIDA SCHEME. The Attorney General agreed. I was already enemy no. 1 to these guys. This is the third time that cops have insisted on searching my home without a warrant. Saying that it was for domestic abuse.
Men have NO recourse. A girlfriend defended the cops, as saying, well? What IF you had a girl in your crawlspace? I called her a dumbass. Literally. Poppa don't take no mess.
You'd think something like that would've made the news but for the life of me I can't find anything about it.
Cindie
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Gman2 (379 posts) Tue Jun-23-09 11:34 AM
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I've never wrote anything that I think should be read by many, this might be it.
Ummm, no. Epic fail.
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DUmmy Gman2 is obviously a graduate of the W. Rivers Pitt School of Journalism.
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DUmmy Gman2 is obviously a graduate of the W. Rivers Pitt School of Journalism.
I'm just not sure how one tells the graduates from the failures.
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One cop made a discouraging remark about the act, and about those that perfomed the act. The head cop had aririved, and he said it wasn't looking good. I was already outted, so I began to preach my constitutional right to perform my act. I had three cops with me, in a semicircle. Teaching them about me, and my kind. And how much we need to do the act. We feel our very lives depend on it. And how in my instance, it was proven. This was at least a half hour sermon.
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Can someone help me out here - I'm wondering where exactly in the US Constitution is "The right to smoke weed" enumerated ?
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Dammit, I forget....
Who is President now ?
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This guy really likes commas.
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I'm just not sure how one tells the graduates from the failures.
Those who fail at the Pitt school of journalism go on to get actual paying jobs.
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This guy really likes commas.
106 freaking commas in the original post, says my Word program.
Good catch, BEG. :-)
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Oh good grief! What a POS! Take it from me asshat, just slit your wrists and get it over with. I couldn't read the whole thing as it drags on and on and on. I'm thinkin' he took one in the pooper and is dyin' from aids. Anyone know the nitty gritty?
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OK, SO...this guy can't work, right? He "needs" marijuana to live, right? With no job to keep him in the very expensive state of California, why doesn't he move to a state that allows you to grow for your own consumption? ::) That would have to be quicker than writing online screeds.
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Can someone help me out here - I'm wondering where exactly in the US Constitution is "The right to smoke weed" enumerated ?
It's in there, right after abortion rights. I'm sure a wise Latina will be able to find it for you.
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I stood my ground, and proceeded as Jesus did against Pilot.
:confused: Pilot? (http://www.pilottravelcenters.com/)
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:confused: Pilot? (http://www.pilottravelcenters.com/)
He prolly means Pontius Pilates. Dude who invented that exercise deal.