Oh no!
Ok
I didn't
I called The Sheriff and indicated it was time for a secure mediation line. Obviously, this is it.
Weeks ago, I was placed in an awkward situation. I had already gone and gotten two violations—by "accident”—and one more... well, that's Felonious.
Oooh. Danger. Much fear. You know what that means? Well, absolutely nothing... because I'm not guilty there too.
And the reason why is because this was a manufactured crisis. It started with bitch lasagna.
Then it went to the last stand at the OK kitchen. I took it to the highest level I possibly could. I ran in a circle until I was completely burned out, and then I showed those men of enforcement, what a man of discipline could do.
I wasn't even on drugs. It was a panic event. Did that matter? Well, by the time I disengaged, it didn't. They were pissed.
And they seemed so happy when they got there! What went wrong? Their judgment, that's what.
In their perception, they were summoned to do their duty. What was their duty? Well, they were told, get ready for Merry Christmas. And then... they had to wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
They didn't want to listen. They wanted to show force. And then when I allow that to happen, they showed their Force, I did not resist and then I agreed and then I walked where they said to go and then I indicated through subtle cues that I was still in command.
“Is this the way to the briar patch?" I still remember it. The rush of triumph as I heard the breath let go from a way too tense man.
The police aren't in the business of letting other people control them. And yet that night I controlled their entire operation and it went exactly the way I wanted it to. Now that's power.
And it wasn't cuz I was overdosed. It's because I was in abject fear for my life. And I wasn't out of control because I was in fear I was completely in control and I lasted as long as I lasted because I had a milestone objective.
Let them watch what was going to happen in response to what I said.
I assume they did that, and I guess they got bored of it, and I suppose some of them knew what was going on but none of them could take charge, because how could they possibly know what to do? Unless they knew things ahead of time?
Well, clearly some of them did. And the second time I was arrested, they clearly knew where I was, they got there pretty fast, and they were really worried.
Why would they be worried? Well, because they didn't know why I was there. They couldn't have thought I was there again to go to jail again, could they? It hardly matters, what was important at the time is that they didn't know for sure because their certitude have been removed.
By me. I removed that. To a peace officer whose life depends on his ability to control the situation around him this is a terrifying prospect.
So when I found myself in a situation where I was clearly being manipulated and and encouraged to take actions to get another charge that would be a felony I was kind of nervous. Would they even bother following the rules? Well they would have to or else they'd be in violation, but they're already in violation because why did they have skin in this game? Well you would have to ask them that.
So when I saw the dragnet closing in, I knew what that meant, and I rabbitted. I drove out really far, long enough for the dragnet to be using my clone phone to send messages to see what would happen, and then I felt like I was okay enough to turn my phone back on and then I checked out the site.
That was probably enough there to alert the trace back team to the fact that there's something funny going on. And then why am I rabbiting when I'm not really doing anything besides communicating when the order says no contact and then what is contact and then since the record said that I wasn't sure then I was either lying or I was terrified and then I drove and then I sounded terrified and then so why did these guys need to terrify me?
.
Oh, cuz a pretty girl said so. I think I heard four or five got arrested. I can't be certain. I don't have access to details. This is more or less an educated guess. But I had a panicking experience from law enforcement threatening me and I ran and when I got back...
Hey, where's that guy in Texas? Yeah, I don't know either. But I'll bet that he's not in a motel bathroom vaping crystal, right? It's probably not his speed.
Anyway since then things have changed dramatically. I could put my finger on it exactly wow, however you know what? somebody could?
I don't care to know if they did or didn't. And you know why? Because I have a different rulebook than ANY of you.
Because I really was victimized. My intention was to get up to one shy of the felony level, and then pause and wait and go away. I did that. And then that wasn't good enough for somebody. Somebody wanted
more enforcement. Life wasn't good with the threat neutralized, oh no life had to be better with the threat feloniized.
I saw at least two cars when I drove away and then if they were following it all it must have been some and I don't know if they were but the point is why were they doing it at all? What was their P. C.?
Well you know; I don't think they had any.
And they don't have any this time either.
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of The Law.”
At first it made sense: yes, something weird here. Take him away!
Okay then what? Keep him away, huh? Okay, sure.
Good luck explaining that one. Okay, well in the meantime... I don't need to know what they found out, it's not my area. It wasn't my business. And while curious, I have my own things to attend to.
I've returned to find a world changed in great measure. That tends to happen when people are shown up in front of their peers. Which they were. They so were.
I did that. Me. My choice, my plan, my action.
My Source Error Trap. And that happens when resources are lacking, and those resources are individuals, more people are activated to a higher level than they were before.
I only needed one. I got like five. Honestly, I lost count.
It was the shift in the balance of power that was needed. So, here I am. Back, from outer Space.
With a freshly censored Twitter feed and a recent visual memory of all kinds of interference and blockages. Ooh, I am dangerous.
Thanks for noticing. Vasily!
ONE PING ONLY. 
