posted on May, 25 2014 @ 08:43 PM
Let us treat this as a thought experiment.
~Hello ATS, long time no see. I've just spent the past four months in lockup and was just recently bailed out. Let me tell you, most of the people
who spend that long in jail can't bail themselves out because their charges are so serious and their bail is set at hundreds of thousands of dollars.
My bail was set at several hundred dollars; my family basically wants to quietly sweep the case underneath the rug by having me sent to prison or a
mental institution. //Don't get any ideas spooks.
So here is what happened:
I was the passenger in a moving vehicle and my stepfather was driving. He had agreed to drop me off at a location, but as we approached it he changed
his mind; he was quite angry about being late for an appointment and the utility company. I had taken off my seat belt in anticipation of him dropping
me off, and was requesting that he pull over and stop. Obviously, he flat out refused to do so.
This is where things started to go very very badly.
All he had to do was take 10s to pull over to the side of the road, and I assumed he would do so; he was transporting me against my will, after all.
Unfortunately this was not a reasonable person to be dealing with. As, when I had opened my door and demanded, repeatedly, for him to pull over and
stop, he still refused to pull over.
Then he ordered me out of the vehicle and I responded with colorful language. The next thing I knew, I had been forced out the the vehicle. My last
thoughts before being rolled like a rag doll and knocked unconscious were "Oh #." But BEFORE I had that epiphany, I had thought "There is no way in
hell that I'm getting out-"
I saw a bust of images, nothing made sense. There was shape and movement without comprehension; the area of my brain that controlled movement and
visual processing got overloaded by the concussive force. Then, suddenly, everything swam into focus, a single moment of clarity before I blacked out:
I was on my side, and could see blood and brains coming out from under my head, taking up the bottom of my field of vision. Then, nothing.
Just as suddenly, I was presented with another flash of movement which made no sense; when it ceased I was on my ass, but very much alive.
I was very fortunate to regain consciousness, even though I was bleeding, concussed, in great pain, and suffering from some kind of stroke or seizure.
I guess those things happen if you don't die after an ordeal like that. It was terrifying, not having fine motor control, my arms and legs spasming
and moving about uncontrollably. I had never had anything like that happen before. Then I realized that I was in the road and needed to leave before I
got run over; it was pure luck that hadn't already occurred.
So I staggered out of the road, forcing one foot in front of the other, when, lo and behold, the bastard who forced me out of the damn thing runs up
and tries to grab me. As I'm still in the road.
He got hit in the jaw so hard that his knees gave out and he was knocked flat. Thank god, because he outweighs me 2-1 and is former military. Then he
tried to get up, and I subdued and restrained him. As gently as humanly possible. No knees, no elbows, nothing below the belt, no dirty moves. But
some teachers saw this part of events, and wouldn't you know my luck, they were all a bunch of know-nothing pansyassed, flower child, ivory tower
folks. Who don't believe in self defense. And this is an overwhelming democratic state (jury duty with zero violence tolerance jurors? These people
are brainwashed.) Like a naive idiot, I demanded that they call the police, who in all honesty would have been called anyway.
I handed him over to the authorities, kept my peace, and was taken into custody after being forced into an ambulance. I don't have insurance. No
charges were brought against him, and the prosecutor pressed charges on me.
Let me repeat that: No Charges Were Pressed Against Him.
The State pressed charges against me. That is right, the State. i'm up against the State that I live in, and they are prosecuting me with one hand,
and defending me with the other.
I spent a week in solitary confinement with no showers. No change of clothes. No potable water. No toothbrush. Then things got better when I was moved
to jail. Of course, the guards beat me up to put me in my place… when I called up my relatives and told them what happened, they called the guards
and said I was making stuff up. So the guards had some words with me, threatened me and made me sign a statement. And then quietly allowed the inmate
workers to beat the crap out of me as they, the people who were supposed to be guarding me, watched. I stayed in my cell for the next month. Legal
calls were regularly cancelled, personal calls were regularly cancelled. The phone lines were monitored, and calls would be deliberately dropped by
the guards to prevent contact. Letters which I tried to send out were returned, or bounced back.
The guards were on meth. They had made deals with the inmates in return for "perks". It was in the news for a nearby jail, soon it will be in the
news for this location as well. They are even selling prescription drugs which are meant for the inmates to suppliers on the streets. This is
glaringly obvious; many of the inmates talk about such matters… if they didn't agree to the arrangement, the guards would take the pills anyway.
This facility needs to be audited. ASAP. Who the hell will listen to any reports which I write? I saw an inspector at one point, he took pictures. Of
things that weren't in disrepair, yet failed to document the obvious damages which were present. This is a sign of financial fraud. As funds are
given for upkeep, the facility is allowed to fall into disrepair as they pocket the monies.
and the inmates, never have I met so many evolutionary dead ends. Not even on ATS. They have multiple children from multiple "baby mamas", women who
only have kids for a paycheck. They live on government handouts to support their drug habits. They refuse to work.
Look, If you need help, that is nothing to be ashamed of. If you need help and you budget some of your money for recreation, that is only human. If
anything, it is HEALTHY. But that is not the same as relying on government handouts for the express purpose of not having to work and constantly
doping out as a lifestyle. I had never understood why "republicans" had such toxic emotions towards the unfortunate. Now, I understand how they may
mistakenly apply those negative emotions too liberally in error. But more on that later.
So what do you think ATS, do I deserve to be a felon? To never be able to serve in the military (domestic charges mean no guns=no military,)? If you
were on the jury would you find my actions justifiable, or would you send me to prison to be raped for the next decade? Perhaps you've already made
up your mind that I jumped out of a moving vehicle. But does the responsibility of being a driver obligate him to pull over when the passengers life
is in danger?
At any rate, I'm extremely fortunate and relieved to be alive. I am grateful for my health, for still being of sound mind and body. Money is only
money, and though the medical expenses will bankrupt me, even though my life has been completely disrupted, even though there is virtually no chance
of me ever getting a settlement, at least I'm not dead.~
Something to think about.