- "I'LL BEAT THE SH-- OUTTA ANY TWO SWABBIES IN
THIS JOINT, screamed my Gator teammate and ex-paratrooper, Tony, to about
300 sailors in the all night restaurant, called Salty's.
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- Tony was a well muscled offensive guard, who was always
offensive and always guarded his ego with his life.
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- "You stupid sh--," I muttered to Tony. "The
Shore Patrol and cops will be here in less than 60 seconds. I've had it
with your cheap ass."
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- And as I busted out of Salty's, leaving a drunken Tony
behind, two US Navy Shore Patrolmen brushed past me, on their way inside.
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- "That stupid sh--," I thought over and
over while I tried to clear my head in Salty's parking lot.
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- I had not parked my old 1957 Ford Fairlane at Salty's,
that much I knew. But where? Where had I parked my car?
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- Salty's was a huge Denny's type restaurant, that was
across the street from Smitty's, the most infamous night spot in Jacksonville
Beach, Florida, who were notorious for accepting any kind of ID.
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- On Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights, Smitty's drew
a house-full of sailors in their white uniforms who always
out-numbered the ladies in residence by at least 10 to 1. Another reason
Tony hated sailors.
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- And once Smitty's had closed, at 2:00 AM, on this particular
Monday morning, it seemed that almost all the sailors had trooped across
the street to have breakfast at Salty's.
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- Got the picture? Well even if you do, you don't yet know
half of this incredible story.
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- Standing in Salty's parking lot, I was getting drunker
by the minute. Having little or no money, we used to throw down the various
drinks left by the ladies who were away from their tables, dancing with
the swabbies, especially near closing time.
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- And illogically, my worries about the whereabouts of
my old Fairlane, soon gave way to the crazy thought that I had to go back
into Salty's and help Tony. But as soon as I turned back to Salty's front
door, I heard someone yell, "I GOT THE OTHER ONE."
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- Bearing down on me was the largest German Sheppard, I
had ever seen. I swear that dog looked like a pony. And behind that horse
of a dog was a cop, who was running flat out toward me.
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- Obviously, the sneaky restaurant hostess in Salty's had
identified me as the semi- good-looking blond guy in white shorts, wearing
a dark blue Izod shirt ( the one with the little alligator), complete with
Bass Weejun loafers, with no socks.
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- Then out of the Twilight Zone appeared a police squad
car, with Tony slumped in the back seat, behind a wire screen, which separated
the front of the car from the rear.
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- Without a word of introduction, the cop on foot rudely
shoved me into the squad car, next to Tony, who appeared to have passed
out.
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- The driver cop gunned his car, while the cop riding shot-gun
got on his radio, and I started talking.
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- "Officers, we're just a couple of football players
from the University of Florida. If you'll let us go, I'll drive straight
outta town and back to Gainesville. I'm sober as a judge and we've got
to be at practice, this afternoon on and on I went. I needed all the chutzpah
I could muster.
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- I never stopped talking about football, hoping the cops
were Gator rather than FSU Seminole fans.
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- The car slowed and I kept talking. Then the driver looked
toward his partner, who shrugged, but I kept talking.
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- "You guys gonna beat Georgia?" asked the driver.
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- "Yes Sir. Absolutely. And ifing you all let us go,
you both will have played a great part in that victory."
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- Slower went the cop car, until it finally veered toward
the side of the road. They were gonna let us go, something unheard of,
today. Instead of shooting us each with 50,000 volts (11 times) from a
taser, they were going to let us go.
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- "AAHHHA," screamed the driver. He was having
a heart attack. Damn, damn, damn the luck.
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- No, the driver was being choked by Tony, who had bolted
awake and shot his hands underneath the wire screen, and around the neck
of the cop driving.
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- I karate chopped Tony's hands free of the cop's neck,
yelling, "YOU STUPID SH--."
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- The driver rubbed his neck, while catching his breath;
then he stomped the pedal to the metal, while the other cop started yelling
on his radio.
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- Somebody turned on the siren, and probably the overhead
bubble light, as we sped to the police station; and all the talking I did
was to mutter, "You stupid sh--," over and over. Then the realization
hit me: Tony was not a stupid sh--, Tony was certifiably insane.
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- Screeech screamed the squad car as it came to an abrupt
halt behind the police station.
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- Immediately, the two cops, both bigger than Tony, jumped
out and opened his door. They pulled Tony to his feet and then hustled
him toward the open door at the rear the rear of the station.
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- Once inside the door, it looked like five or six cops
began throwing punches at Tony. Then someone kicked the door shut.
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- "That's bull-sh--," I thought, suddenly determined
to get inside and help Tony.
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- First, I tried to open the door next to me, but it was
locked. So, I twisted the door handle until it came off in my hand.
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- Not to be deterred, I positioned my feet on the back-rest
of the front seat and pushed until I popped it forward. I then crawled
underneath the wire screen, toward the right front door, which was unlocked.
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- Continuing my crawl out the door, I suddenly met resistance,
in the form of a couple of cops, who immediately began raining blows to
my head and upper body. The more I was hit, the more my bravado proved
to be no more than a false show of defiance. I regret to say, I put up
no fight at all.
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- The next thing I knew, Tony and I were standing, battered
and bruised, before the booking officer, a Sergeant Poole.
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- After Sergeant Poole's spiel, Tony and I were given the
bum's rush into separate cells. My cell was bare, with no bed, simply a
toilet. Unfortunately, the concrete floor seem to be covered with about
an inch or two of water, which I hoped was not from the toilet.
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- My head and upper body felt a little sore, but otherwise
I felt fine. The cops could have really hurt me, but I don't believe they
even hit me in the face. In today's world, Tony and I would have likely
been tasered, or shot to death, for trying to choke a cop.
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- As I stood in my cell, I considered myself lucky. As
I now write these words, I thank God, I sewed my young oats before my beloved
country began turning into a police state. But still, back then, I wanted
to complain.
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- "Oh law enforcement officer Poole, are you aware
that THERE'S A FOOT OF WATER IN MY CELL?" I yelled at the top of my
lungs.
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- For some reason, I thought my question to Sergeant Poole
was so hilarious I could hardly stop laughing. But as soon as I could stop
laughing, I'd yell out the question again and again, laughing the whole
time.
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- The cops never said a word to me, but the other prisoners,
in the block, began yelling with threats of death, unless I shut-up, which
really threw me into fits of laughter, followed by more yells to Sergeant
Poole.
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- But in time, I curled-up on my concrete bed of dirty
water, and fell fast asleep.
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- It was a dreamless and short sleep I spent at taxpayer's
expense at the Jacksonville Beach jail, as I was all too quickly awakened
by a jocular cop. In fact, all of the cops at the station that morning
seemed to be jolly fellows.
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- "You guys smell like a couple of sewer rats,"
joked one cop. "I'm sure you'll both make quite an impression in the
court room, this morning."
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- And it was on a front bench, in the court room, that
Tony and I soon find ourselves, without breakfast or any chance to clean
up, I may add.
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- We must have looked like convicts: Tony with his 2"
forehead, buzz-cut, and tattoos covering both his arms, that looked like
he must have inflicted them on himself, sat stoically and sullenly; while
I looked around the court room with uncombed hair, and needing a shave.
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- I had never been in a court room and was surprised by
how many people were in attendance. Were most of the people officials or
merely retirees seeking foreboding entertainment, laden with evil portent?
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- At any rate, I was impressed with the majesty of the
room and the seriousness that filled the air. Then HE appeared, the man
above other men, who would decide the fate of a couple of second rate college
football players the Judge.
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- The Judge had a solemn demeanor, who walked with a proud
bearing, that seemed to say he'd countenance no foolishness.
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- I had never felt threatened by the judges, in black robes,
I'd seen in TV court-room dramas, but this was my life, and this judge
was not an actor in a pretend story. This was a real life drama.
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- After all, Tony and I could possibly be charged with
the attempted murder of a police officer by strangulation, and I had destroyed
government property. Would they, also, charge me with resisting arrest?
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- Questions flooded my mind, and the up-coming answers
would determine my future, when whatever the official business that was
being conducted was over. What were they talking about anyway. Then the
charges against me and Tony were read.
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- The charges were brief, accurate, and damning. But, I
don't think there was any mention of the police car I damaged. In today's
world, similar offenses would take three minutes to read, and would include
crimes, violations, infractions, and breaches I've never before heard.
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- Today, it's a felony with a long prison sentence
to assault a police officer. To even defend one's self against a
psyco-cop is to risk a long stay in a federal prison.
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- During the reading, I watched the judge: His eyes were
closed, his hands formed a steeple, he placed against his lips.
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- After the reading, a hush had overtaken the courtroom,
and I held my breath.
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- Slowly, the judge's eyes opened, and they looked deep
and straight into mine.
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- "Young man," the judge said to me. "If
you were in my shoes, and I were in yours, what judgment would you render?"
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- "Sir, I'd render a decision of extreme leniency."
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- The court room broke into laughter, and I froze. Had
I just made the biggest mistake of my young life had I just made a laughing
stock of the judge?
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- But, my judge was a big man, far bigger than most judges
today. My judge smiled, and asked another question.
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- "Do you boys belong to a fraternity?"
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- "Yes Sir," I answered. "We're ATOs."
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- "ATOs? Who's your housemother?"
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- Oh my God our housemother was Mother Shiver, who disliked
me and absolutely detested Tony. Did the judge plan on getting character
references from Mother Shiver? If so, Tony and I were in big trouble.
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- "Mother Shiver, " I timidly answered.
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- "Who?" asked the judge.
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- "Mother Shiver," I said a bit louder.
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- "Ah " said the judge with a dreamy tone in
his voice. "Your Mother Shiver and I go back a long way young man,
a long way."
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- Then the judge fell silent, with the courtroom following
suit. I held my breath, wondering what it all meant.
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- "I want you boys to bring your Student I.D. cards
to the Court Clerk, some time this week, proving you're both students.
Case Dismissed!"
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- A murmur rippled through the court room, while I smiled,
in awe of a big man, perhaps the biggest I had ever encountered. It's the
big brave men who are big and brave enough to show compassion.
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- The halcyon days of relative freedom and tranquility
of the fabulous '50s and early 1960s were abruptly ended with the assassination
of President John F. Kennedy, on the 22nd of November, 1963, by intelligence
agents.
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- Then, the coup de grace was leveled on the American people
with the mislabeled "Patriot Acts," after the 911 false-flag.
Ever since then, a police state has been engulfing the "land of the
free and the home of the brave."
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- Former Assistant Secretary of the Treasury in the Reagan
administration, Dr. Paul Craig Roberts has told us much about our forming
police state, in his great monograph entitled, "America's Police Brutality
Pandemic."
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- The endless US "war on terrorism" quickly turned
into wide spread campaigns to torture innocents, in the Middle East, while
rendering millions homeless, amid universal ruin and disease, while over-running
America with terrorists, wearing police badges and carrying automatic weapons.
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- Dr. Roberts wrote, "Ironically, Bush's 'war on terror'
has made Americans less safe at home by diminishing US civil liberty and
turning an epidemic of US police brutality into a pandemic Americans are
not safe anywhere from police."
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- Gratuitous brutality by police invariably ends with an
arrest, often based on bogus charges; and even when videoed, few officers
are fired or even disciplined.
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- Dr. Roberts wrote, "Cops cover up their own crimes
by arresting their victims on false charges that are invented to justify
the unprovoked police violence against citizens."
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- From our local city fathers to the US congress to the
White House, no one has stepped forward to stop, or even slow, the increasing
savagery of police officers across the country.
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- And even more disturbing is the fact that many Americans
still justify police cruelty, no matter how unjustified; a phenomenon that's
likely to continue until such rationalizing souls are themselves senselessly
beaten by mindless cops, without just cause.
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- Bullies and those with various inferiority complexes
have long been attracted to police, or other kinds of governmental work;
but today, it seems that cruelty as a personality trait is
a requirement for police work.
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- Exacerbating the growing specter of police inhumanity
has been the militarization of practically every one of the 17,000 police
organizations in the country; it's a very troubling development that has
gotten worse yearly, since the assassination of President Kennedy.
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- To have civilian police departments now using heavy military
equipment, automatic weapons, and the tactics, training, and even uniforms
of the military, means but one thing: our governmental establishments are
setting themselves against us the people.
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- SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics) teams were virtually
unknown in the '50s and early '60s; but today, SWAT teams have become so
prevalent, they're even used in routine warrant service in drug cases,
and other nonviolent crimes, in spite of the fact, that para-military actions
often trigger violence instead of defusing it.
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- University of Eastern Kentucky criminologist Peter Kraska
estimates there's a frightening 1,500 percent increase in the use of SWAT
teams in America, from the early 1980s to the early 2000s. The use of SWAT
teams has reached such proportions, that the America of 2000 has become
all but unrecognizable, today.
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- The corporate media reports few of the over 800 times
a week, SWAT teams break into American homes, trash them, shoot any dogs
and cats they see, and under the asset forfeiture and seizure laws steal
what they want under the pretense of gathering evidence.
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- Less than one-half of these home invasions result in
felony charges. In fact, many of these SWAT assaults are at wrong addresses,
with no redress for stolen property, killed pets or humans.
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- To "serve and protect" no longer seems to be
the role of our peace officers; indeed, today such officers are even labeled
as "law enforcers," an enforcement that will be needed to force
unpopular laws on the public, laws that do not have the consent of the
governed. Police units in America have become an occupying military force.
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- Before the militarization of local police departments
came the federalization of them, with congressional appropriations, which
have not only undermined our Constitution, but have, in effect, nationalized
our local police, as federal money always comes with strings attached.
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- Under our 1878 Posse Comitatus Act, it became illegal
to militarized our civilian police, much less to all but nationalize them.
Our Constitution, and its attendant laws, however, have never curbed the
agenda of the International Monetary/Banking Cartel, nor the quick implementation
of those plans by the US congress.
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- In 1981, congress passed the Military Cooperation with
Law Enforcement Official Act, which allowed the US Department of Defense
to begin supplying city police departments with heavy military equipment
and training, as if the American people were the enemy.
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- And as if that was not damaging enough, congress again
turned against the American people by passing the 1994 Ominibus Crime Act.
Consequently, the federal government took over the complete direction,
financing, training, and militarization of our once independent, local
police departments, all under the control of "our" intelligence
agencies.
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- In a September 7, 1999 San Francisco Examiner article
entitled, "Paramilitary Cops Serve Themselves Not Us," writer
Harley Sorensen told us that the Pentagon [under the direction of intelligence
agents] routinely sends armored personnel carriers, grenade launchers,
and M-16 rifles to city police stations.
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- Then, President Obama joined the betrayal of the American
people with his highly touted and so-called Stimulus Bill (American Recovery
and Reinvestment Act) that allocated $4 billion to buy yet larger gun arsenals
of assault rifles and shotguns, and to hire more police, sharpshooters
and bomb squads. The American people paid for Stimulus Bill, but as usual,
much of that money has been used against them.
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- Pain compliance has become the byword and goal of the
police constabulary, that has been indoctrinated by intelligence services
to believe the general public to be their enemies.
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- Savage police brutality is not new. Even a score, or
so, years ago Human Rights Watch published a report entitled, "Shield
from Justice: Police Brutality and Accountability in the United States."
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- The report stated: "Police abuse remains one of
the most serious and divisive human rights violations in the United States.
The excessive use of force by police officers, including unjustified shootings,
severe beatings, fatal chokings, and rough treatment, persists because
overwhelming barriers to accountability make it possible for officers who
commit human rights violations to escape due punishment and often repeat
their offenses. Police or public officials greet each new report of brutality
with denials or explain the act was an aberration, while the administration
and criminal systems that should deter these abuses by holding officers
accountable instead virtually guarantee them impunity."
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- The extent of rampant and savage police behavior has,
to date, been largely hidden by the Cartel's corporate media, but no more.
Now that the Cartel's intelligence services has its Praetorian Guard (bodyguards
used by Roman emperors) in place, we'll be hearing more and more about
what bad asses cops are. After all, a harsh and tyrannical government is
subject to creating great dissension in the general public, and there must
be the means to control them.
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- The Monetary/Banking Cartel cannot steal trillions of
dollars from the American people, and then take it for themselves, leaving
us impoverished, without creating hard feelings. But, the public knowledge
about bad-assed cops will convince most people to keep their hard feelings
to themselves.
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- And those who get too vocal about their feelings will
be deemed terrorists and dealt with by militarized cops anxious to brutalize,
if not kill, anyone, as long as they think they can get away with it. And
they have been getting away with it, as has been assured them by intelligence
agents, who have been inserted into local police departments.
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- These agents have directed our police along the "police
versus the people" lines with secret training videos, manuals, and
directives, all part of the federal funding unknowing Americans pay for,
resulting in the obvious alienation of their local police, who should be
serving and protecting them.
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- So brainwashed have become many of our police personnel
that they actually believe there are many, large, heavily armed, militia
groups throughout the US, anxious to kill them, even in the super
surveillance state that America has become.
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- Someone, please ask these deluded cops how could a group
of hotheads secretly meet and train with rifles, automatic weapons, or
much less train with bombs, hand grenades, tanks, armored personnel carriers,
artillery, and the like and get away with it. Would not such training make
a bit of noise that somebody would report?
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- Please understand, when you hear of the FBI busting up
a "militia" group, it was probably a low-keyed outfit run by
federal black intelligence operatives, put together to make the police
and public believe such militias actually exist.
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- Another important issue that has been largely kept out
of the media, has been the pressure brought to bear on local police departments,
by the Civil Rights Division of the Justice Department to abandon "cognitive"
entrance exams for police applicants. Cities that do not drop cognitive
exams are often sued by the US Justice Department, under the pretense of
"racial diversity."
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- Cognitive entrance exams were based on intelligence and
reasoning abilities, which tested one's reading and writing skills. Today,
many police applicants only have to scored about as well as the bottom
one percent of what police applicants had to score 20 years ago to pass.
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- Now you'll know why that policeman who gave you a ticket
seemed as dense as a box of rocks.
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- Once the Cartel had enough stupid cops, they needed something
to keep them agitated; and, pickling them in testosterone, caused by anabolic
steroids, would do the trick. After all, don't cops need to be bigger,
badder, and brawnier than the bad guys?
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- But what if cops become bad guys themselves? If so, then
adding steroids to the mix, producing legions of cops in fits of 'roid
rage, could be very bad for the American public.
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- Dr. Harrison Pope, Harvard's steroid specialist and author
of "The Adonis Complex" has said, "An intense 'roid rush
can impair your judgment and inspire all manner of reckless behavior. You
could have someone who's not particularly aggressive, who has no history
of psychiatric disorders, and he goes on steroids and has a Jekyll-and-Hyde
personality change. And, of course a police officer in that situation would
be quite dangerous."
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- How many cops are on the juice?
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- "I've heard of many, many accounts of officers taking
steroids," said Dr. Pope. "But, it's impossible to put a number
on it. Even if I got a federal grant to study this, I wouldn't be able
to get that number, because of the veil of secrecy."
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- Dr. Larry Gaines, chairman of the criminal justice department
at California State University said, "We don't have a sense of the
scope of the problem [cops on 'roids]. And it is a problem, because of
the potential for violence."
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- Also, there's strong correlation between police officers
on steroids and those cops who deal in other drugs on the street. What
starts out with the illegal gateway drug of steroids can easily move onto
dealing in pot, coke, Ecstasy and other drugs.
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- These juicers in blue are an open secret within the secretive
subculture of the intelligence world, the operatives who are making many
steroids available to many cops. Otherwise, the growing problem of cops
on 'roids is being kept quiet.
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- Few police departments test officers for steroid use,
and of course our national leaders are too busy investigating steroid use
among baseball players to mandate steroid tests for all - or any - of our
17,000 law enforcement departments and organizations.
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- Little George Bush II announced in a State of the Union
address in January of 2004 that the use of steroids in sports is dangerous,
"So tonight I call on team owners, union representatives, coaches,
and players to take the lead, to send the right signal, to get tough, and
to get rid of steroids now."
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