May 24th, 2011 - Part 2

So they released me from Lew Sterrett. Once I had my cell phone back, I immediately called the hotel to find out what had been going on.

On my first attempt, I got the front desk recording, and hit 255 for the room number. I got a message that said, "This call is out of area". What the hell? The call to the hotel went through, but the transfer to the room didn't. I called back, hit 255 again, and this time the call went through.

Nicolle answered. She sounded freaked out. I asked her what had been going on. She said she would tell me when I got back. She called a friend of ours who came and got me and took me back to the hotel.

When I got there, I found out the rest of the story.

Apparently after I was taken, the phone to our room had been jacked with somewhere in the routing switch. She said she had tried to call 911 from the room phone, and got nothing but dead air. She had tried to call someone else, who's name I will keep out of this for the time being for investigation reasons, but it is someone in authority. When Nicolle dialed the number from the room phone, she was told, "She doesn't work here". She tried it again. Again she was told, "She doesn't work here."

She was able to get through to another friend of ours, Tara, who immediately came right over. I don't know why the call went through to Tara.. I guess it was a number they didn't know. But she did get through, and Tara came. God bless her. That girl has been there for us on more than one occasion. Readers of this blog will remember that Tara was the one who went in the middle of the night to buy Nicolle a bedpan when hers were being held hostage.

When Nicolle called the authority figure from Tara's phone, the call went through. The person was very surprised to learn I was in jail. She said I didn't appear in the jail system. At all. She said she would look into it immediately. Tara also looked online at the time, in the jail database, and I didn't show up there, either. At all. From what I understand, she continued to check all day. There was absolutely no record of me being in jail at all that day. That explains the missing signatures on the paperwork. The whole thing was a complete fabrication.

That isn't the best part. Apparently Tara found this laptop disassembled and hidden under the couch cushions in the room. She said the laptop was under the cushions, the charger was taken apart and hidden under this desk. Nicolle's medication, her cell phone and her bedpans were all taken and placed out of reach. Nicolle had to urinate on a blanket because of these assholes. She never did find Nicolle's eyeglasses.

I found those when I got back. They had been wrapped up in a green grocery bag and hidden under a side table all the way back against the wall. Somewhere she would never be able to reach, even if she knew where they had been hidden. She can't walk, let alone crawl around on the floor.

I'm guessing the whole point of all that was to do their best to make sure she couldn't contact anyone. If she hadn't gotten through to Tara, and subsequently was able to get through to someone in authority who started calling the jail and asking questions, there is no telling what would have happened to me.

Did you know that depriving a person of their eyeglasses for any reason is considered torture by the Geneva Convention? It's called no-touch torture. Look it up. These guys were highly trained in these tactics. I don't know who the hell they were working for, but given everything else that happened the way it did it is clear to me that they were under orders from someone. My guess is that they were some sort of DPD black ops unit that does this type of thing. I still don't know. The Interal Affairs investigation is just getting underway. The FBI is aware of what happened, because I went to them first, in person, and told them about all this, and the IA report was a result of their instruction. As I've said in another post, it was during the three day time period of my visits to both the FBI and IA that the outgoing number from this room phone changed. My guess is that either someone got wind of what I was doing and pulled out, or the Feds caught them. There are Federal wiretapping laws, and that gives them jurisdiction.

Somebody somewhere is definitely running scared right now. And they should be. Too many people in authority know about this. There are too many witnesses to what went on.

What was the point of all these events? Well, the police got sucked into what happened on March 19th under false pretenses, by someone who lied to them (I have a good idea who... isn't that right CHANELLE SAMUEL, DENNY BUCCI and CARLA SAMUEL?) and told them about drugs and drug addicts that didn't exist. But they came without a warrant, disregarded my 911 calls and the 911 calls made by both my friend Jack and even Nicolle's dad, who called from Missouri. My opinion is that what they did on the 24th was related to the coverup of that, somehow. But they got caught doing it. I dunno, maybe they planned to have me killed while I was in jail. I just don't know yet. The investigation is just getting underway, and some people are going to burn for this.

Funny thing about Chanelle's mother, Carla... she used to work for the city. In the courthouse right by.... Lew Sterrett jail. She has dated several cops. And she was also the person I saw in my doorway on March 19th that I didn't recognize, which caused me to charge into the apartment thinking my family was in danger. Funny how the police ignored multiple 911 intruder calls for almost an hour but showed up right after Chanelle and Carla walk out with my daugher for a "drug call". Amazing coincidence, no? Another amazing coincidence is that Carla lives in Oklahoma, and had just arrived in town right as all this went down. Incredible timing. Absolutely amazing. And here's the best coincidence yet.. Nicolle and I had had a falling out with Chanelle and Denny on March 18th, the day before the fake drug raid. I still have the email I sent to them. It was a little strongly worded, but it lays out the initial problem. I'll be happy to post that here for your viewing pleasure.

Then Chanelle and Denny were nice enough to retrieve Nicolle's mother from Missouri a few days later, and even more chaos ensued. That's all detailed previously in this blog as well.

Of course I'm just a delusional jerk who abuses his kid and girlfriend. I'm a crazy, violent drug addict. That's why I drug tested negative by the police during the raid on March 19th and negative by the CPS caseworker, Jeremy Pinnell, who came to visit us a few weeks later. I don't know what I'm talking about. That's why I'm letting the FBI sort all this out.

There are no coincidences. Ask Carl Jung about it.