This is an archive I made a while back of his now-banned Twitter, just found the URL.
Also, he posts replies to his own writings on Tumblr. Here are some of them.
Also, he posts replies to his own writings on Tumblr. Here are some of them.
You ever read a parody of a Tom Clancy book? This dude is living in a parody of a Tom Clancy book. And I sorely feel sorry for him.Please send US Military to Oregon.
The Nitrous Oxide gas mixture weapon used by the terror army to lull victims into easy to kill prey, is flammable. Use a lighter, a small flame will clear the air so you can breathe, and think clearly.
Have this, it's easierWe need a list of every famous person supposedly sent to kill him.
| May 11, 2020: 12:41 pm: Terror soldiers continue to attack my home today starting earlier than usual. A staged tree cutting and tractor work activity at the Chapman terror cell provides a backdrop for an attack from there, at 3701 Russell Road. Moments ago, a terror soldier armed with Nitrous Oxide airborne gas mixture was ignited, and launched into the garage/barn at the Monroe terror cell while I took a walk to Jackpine along my driveway. That terror soldier was associated with the Dietrick terror cell at 601 Jackpine and was accompanied by another terror soldier who drove away from the Monroe terror cell in a large white Ford Pick-up truck with a very long flat bed trailer, Rice brand trailer. That truck and driver left the dead terror soldier at the Monroe terror cell, and drove to Deitrick’s at 601. The Monroe terror cell is dealing with the dead terror soldier now, the body will be cut up there, and stored in ice chests that the terror army calls “Hibachi’s”. The terror army eat there dead soldiers, they are cannibals. The “Hibachi” is simply an Igloo or Coleman brand ice chest, and is used to keep “dark meat”, that is what the terror army calls the human meat. Attack’s will be ongoing today. Please send help. There are no police to call. Please. End terror report: 12:52 pm. Kelly has been replying to his own post: Update 3:10 pm: I fought three intruders in my home. The Chapman’s served as evac for the injured and dead intruders. There are more terror soldiers at 520 Jackpine now, staged there for another wave of attacks on my home. Please send help. Update 3:31 pm: The next wave of terror soldiers arrived in a late model bright red Ford crew cab diesel truck with white tail gate, with trailer and small road construction machinery of some kind. They are parked at the end of Jackpine, and arrived in association with a drive by from the Sparacino/Li'l Pantry terror cell from 545. and another drive by from the Myers terror cell at 560 Jackpine at the same time. The terror army needs my property to complete the terror take-over, my home is the only one that has not been taken over, all of the other properties are terror controlled and occupied by by terror family cells from Canada. I am the last remaining US Citizen that has not been killed or taken captive by them. Please send help. Update 4:10 pm: I took a number of short walks to Jackpine on my driveway, during which I observed Sandy Monroe spying on me as I walked, she announced to someone on hands free communication “He’s not injured”. I also observed the red truck with white tailgate. That truck has gone to 600, 601, or 598 Jackpine, then went to Joan Phillips terror cell at 507. Phillips is where kidnapped US Citizens are kept in a dog kennel, and used as needed for a variety of activities. Update 5:00 pm: I observed Lorena Chapman driving in a brand new blue four door cross-over style vehicle join the others at the Joan Phillips terror cell moments ago. That red Ford with white tail gate arrived at about 3:30 today, lingered at one of the addresses at the end of the road, presumably the Med Dem’s terror cell at 598, Manning family, then went to Phillips at 507 later on. The tractor and tree crew at Chapman 3701 Russell, left at about 3:30. These small details are important for knowing what terror cells are associated to one another, and how they are associated. Typically, services such as tree trimming, tractor work, and yard maintenance crews are terror soldiers who use the equipment and the routine they do, as a backdrop for terror assassinations done while the service of tree, tractor, or yard maintenance is performed. The activity provides a reason for the people to get close to the intended mark, noise cover, and a safe place to return to after the assassination is complete. It also provides vehicles and equipment for hauling the bodies away, and any loot. Update 6:30 pm: The red Ford with the white tail gate was just signaled by the Monroe terror cell at 434 by Jeff Monroe, to show up at my driveway.The signal consisted of some coughing into a communication device after the words “he’s right there again” were spoken. The red truck stopped in my driveway, the occupants stared at me for a moment, I waved at them, and they drove away, like a couple of school girls. (The current) Jeff Monroe also went to a place in his yard where he could see me, and stared at me for a moment, then rounded up his pet goats, and went out of sight. I did not wave at (the current) Jeff Monroe. Update 7:33 pm: I encountered another intruder in my home, hiding behind my reclining chair, with her arm through the upholstery to the seat of the chair. When I sat in the chair and reclined it, her arm was broken. The intruder was there to kill me. I defended, but I think the intruder was only injured, I think it was Cynthia Manning of Med Dems terror cell at 598. I also think the three others this morning included Cynthia’s husband Rick Manning. All is quiet outside right now. There are no sounds other than the breeze in the trees. No traffic sounds, no motorcycles at Strong terror cell, and no machinery. Today has been filled with the sounds of machinery. The terror orders to come kill me are not random, they come from the Screen Actor Guild. Instructions come from Twitter, from the “Verified Accounts”. What I can read through the coded commands on Twitter, suggests that there will be another wave of attacks at midnight, when the train comes on the tracks along Russel Road. That train has been rolling through between midnight and 1:00 am, for more than twenty years, and has been bringing terror activities of all kinds. Please send US Military to Oregon. Please send help. |
The red truck stopped in my driveway, the occupants stared at me for a moment, I waved at them, and they drove away, like a couple of school girls.
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May 11, 2020: 12:41 pm:
Terror soldiers continue to attack my home today starting earlier than usual. A staged tree cutting and tractor work activity at the Chapman terror cell provides a backdrop for an attack from there, at 3701 Russell Road.
Moments ago, a terror soldier armed with Nitrous Oxide airborne gas mixture was ignited, and launched into the garage/barn at the Monroe terror cell while I took a walk to Jackpine along my driveway. That terror soldier was associated with the Dietrick terror cell at 601 Jackpine and was accompanied by another terror soldier who drove away from the Monroe terror cell in a large white Ford Pick-up truck with a very long flat bed trailer, Rice brand trailer. That truck and driver left the dead terror soldier at the Monroe terror cell, and drove to Deitrick’s at 601. The Monroe terror cell is dealing with the dead terror soldier now, the body will be cut up there, and stored in ice chests that the terror army calls “Hibachi’s”. The terror army eat there dead soldiers, they are cannibals. The “Hibachi” is simply an Igloo or Coleman brand ice chest, and is used to keep “dark meat”, that is what the terror army calls the human meat.
Attack’s will be ongoing today.
Please send help. There are no police to call. Please.
End terror report: 12:52 pm.
Kelly has been replying to his own post:
Update 3:10 pm: I fought three intruders in my home. The Chapman’s served as evac for the injured and dead intruders. There are more terror soldiers at 520 Jackpine now, staged there for another wave of attacks on my home. Please send help.
Update 3:31 pm: The next wave of terror soldiers arrived in a late model bright red Ford crew cab diesel truck with white tail gate, with trailer and small road construction machinery of some kind. They are parked at the end of Jackpine, and arrived in association with a drive by from the Sparacino/Li'l Pantry terror cell from 545. and another drive by from the Myers terror cell at 560 Jackpine at the same time.
The terror army needs my property to complete the terror take-over, my home is the only one that has not been taken over, all of the other properties are terror controlled and occupied by by terror family cells from Canada. I am the last remaining US Citizen that has not been killed or taken captive by them. Please send help.
Update 4:10 pm: I took a number of short walks to Jackpine on my driveway, during which I observed Sandy Monroe spying on me as I walked, she announced to someone on hands free communication “He’s not injured”. I also observed the red truck with white tailgate. That truck has gone to 600, 601, or 598 Jackpine, then went to Joan Phillips terror cell at 507. Phillips is where kidnapped US Citizens are kept in a dog kennel, and used as needed for a variety of activities.
Update 5:00 pm: I observed Lorena Chapman driving in a brand new blue four door cross-over style vehicle join the others at the Joan Phillips terror cell moments ago. That red Ford with white tail gate arrived at about 3:30 today, lingered at one of the addresses at the end of the road, presumably the Med Dem’s terror cell at 598, Manning family, then went to Phillips at 507 later on. The tractor and tree crew at Chapman 3701 Russell, left at about 3:30.
These small details are important for knowing what terror cells are associated to one another, and how they are associated. Typically, services such as tree trimming, tractor work, and yard maintenance crews are terror soldiers who use the equipment and the routine they do, as a backdrop for terror assassinations done while the service of tree, tractor, or yard maintenance is performed. The activity provides a reason for the people to get close to the intended mark, noise cover, and a safe place to return to after the assassination is complete. It also provides vehicles and equipment for hauling the bodies away, and any loot.
Update 6:30 pm: The red Ford with the white tail gate was just signaled by the Monroe terror cell at 434 by Jeff Monroe, to show up at my driveway.The signal consisted of some coughing into a communication device after the words “he’s right there again” were spoken. The red truck stopped in my driveway, the occupants stared at me for a moment, I waved at them, and they drove away, like a couple of school girls.
(The current) Jeff Monroe also went to a place in his yard where he could see me, and stared at me for a moment, then rounded up his pet goats, and went out of sight. I did not wave at (the current) Jeff Monroe.
Update 7:33 pm: I encountered another intruder in my home, hiding behind my reclining chair, with her arm through the upholstery to the seat of the chair. When I sat in the chair and reclined it, her arm was broken. The intruder was there to kill me. I defended, but I think the intruder was only injured, I think it was Cynthia Manning of Med Dems terror cell at 598. I also think the three others this morning included Cynthia’s husband Rick Manning.
All is quiet outside right now. There are no sounds other than the breeze in the trees. No traffic sounds, no motorcycles at Strong terror cell, and no machinery. Today has been filled with the sounds of machinery.
The terror orders to come kill me are not random, they come from the Screen Actor Guild. Instructions come from Twitter, from the “Verified Accounts”. What I can read through the coded commands on Twitter, suggests that there will be another wave of attacks at midnight, when the train comes on the tracks along Russel Road. That train has been rolling through between midnight and 1:00 am, for more than twenty years, and has been bringing terror activities of all kinds.
Please send US Military to Oregon. Please send help.
Li'l Pantry terror cell
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May 9, 2020: 3:26 pm:
Female terror soldier came in my house today while I was on a short walk. The intruder was in contact with a large helicopter that was flying too low to see above the trees. The female was dressed as a man dresses, and claimed to be from A-1 Exterminators to inspect for termites, and further claimed to that “my landlord” had contacted A-1 Exterminators for the inspection. The intruder used a key to come in through locked doors. There are no spare keys anywhere, the key was made by someone who is capable and equipped to make keys. I own my property, there is no landlord. The Monroe terror cell at 434 Jackpine aided the intrusion by monitoring my location as I took that walk on my driveway. The Monroe terror cell is associated with A-1 Exterminators, there is an A-1 Exterminators van parked at the Monroe terror cell in the evenings and on weekend, a black Nissan Quest van, late model. I believe the helicopter belonged to Erickson Air Crane of Eagle Point Oregon, and was used to fog the area with nitrous oxide gas mixture prior to and during the attack at my home.
Joan Phillips of 507 Jackpine was also part of the attack, and I believe she was also fogging with a personal nitrous tank, was ignited when I used my lighter, and launched from the “car bridge” at Monroe’s, to the creek area at the Lorena Chapman terror cell at 3701 Russel Road. I believe the intruding female was Lorena Chapman, and was killed or badly injured as a result of the defense of my life and my home.
The Myers terror cell of 560 Jackpine was also involved, and appeared to be used as distraction and evac service. The body of the intruder was was carted away from the creek area at my home near my laundry room door, where she stumbled to after leaving my home under her own power. I don’t know who carted the intruder away, I stayed inside and quite while that was going on.
I heard the sound of a siren shortly after the intrusion, and the siren sound was nearby, either on Jackpine, or on Russell Road near the Strong terror cell at 3747 Russell Road, where child terror soldiers on motorcycles also played a role in the attack with spying and monitoring of my location as I took short walks today. There are no signs of helpful people despite the siren sound. I did not make any call to 911 or other law enforcement because I already learned many years ago that the law enforcement has all been taken over by the terror army. There is no law enforcement or public safety to call, only terror soldiers in police uniforms that belong to the real police officers that the terror army murdered. A call to 911 for help only brings assassins to the home of those who need help.
The Monroe terror cell is constantly monitoring my location every hour of every day. There are cameras, and listening devices there that are aimed at my driveway, and they put a transmitting microphone under my house, so that every time I open my door and step onto my porch, the sound is used as an alarm for the Monroe’s and the others they work with to get into position for an attempt to kill me. The Monroe terror cell also has access to the implanted microphone transmitter that was put into my jaw in 2011 during a routine dental visit at Southern Oregon Dental, Dr. Arragati, on Union Avenue across the street from Asante Three River Medical Center. The Monroe’s are not the only terror cell that has a receiver that can access the frequency of the implant. The implant in my jaw has been used as a weapon. It’s too complicated to explain, but suffice to say that actors are able to lip sync live while an interview is happening, and they can and do lip sync my voice live, while federal agents think they are speaking to me, they are actually speaking to an impostor actor, such as Richard Chartrand of 376 Jackpine, who is highly skilled at live deception such as what I am explaining.
There is no help, no relief, no way to get help. This is all there is, these words on this Tumblr account. My Twitter accounts have all been destroyed and they contained a vast wealth of terror information.
Any help provided, MUST come from somewhere other than Oregon, all of the public safety and law enforcement here has all been hijacked, and is controlled and occupied by highly skilled trained actors who are able to fool federal agents.
I maintain my estimate that there are 50,000 terror soldiers in Josephine County, 75,000 terror soldiers in Jackson County, another 50,000 in Klamath and Douglas Counties combined, and those are conservative estimates.
The terror soldiers occupy and control the cities and towns in such a way that there does not appear to be any problems here, they dress in street clothes, have jobs at stores and as service providers, and as city, state, and county officials and employees. The town look as if nothing is wrong, and the mass murdering is done within and as a result of normal commerce activities.
That’s all. End terror report 4:13 pm.
Please send US Military to Oregon.
The Nitrous Oxide gas mixture weapon used by the terror army to lull victims into easy to kill prey, is flammable. Use a lighter, a small flame will clear the air so you can breathe, and think clearly.
I wonder what the neighbors think. Does this guy act normally enough they don’t notice? Does he keep up a constant mutter about the terror group’s activities to the point they gossip about him? Has he actually been violent enough in real life that parents warn their small children to avoid that creepy Mr. Sleight?
It’s a concern. There was a crazy in my town that teens got the bright idea of pestering. Going and ringing the doorbell, leaving dogshit in bags on the porch, throwing small stones at the window. You know, miscellaneous harassment so he’d come out and yell while they hid.This is absolutely frightening to read, because it's so clearly thought out. The poor paranoid bastard believes that his Bic is a holy weaponized talisman able to clear poison from the air as well as make the terror-FBI-nigs explode, yet he thinks clearly enough to take care of things like
I wonder if he's frightened enough that he keeps living in his head with Walter Mitty-style fantasies that he's doing enough by blowing up nitrious filled agents and clearing the air with his lighter, and sitting on hidden famous people hiding behind his chair?
Or if one day he's going to pull out a Mossberg and start doing something proactive about the terror cell brewing in his neighbors house?
| May 12, 2020: 1:01 pm: It’s quiet outside so far. Yesterday’s barrage of attacks at my home rendered a number of dead and injured Canadian terror soldiers. I fought at least five of them inside my home, and I did not write about all of the intruders yesterday, there were more than I explained. Others outside were also killed of Nitrous tank ignition. The terror army on Jackpine suffered great losses, I estimate ten or more, many of them residents of Jackpine, died while trying to kill me. Today, is quiet, so far. I went outside, and some short walks to make assessments. The terror bastards are still using audible signals to announce my whereabouts. As I opened my front door, where the terror army put a listening device under my house, so that they know every time I step out on my front porch, the peacock sounds came from the Sunflower terror cell on Russell Road. That sound was quickly responded to by the sound of loud hammering from the Grants Pass Community Church to the south. I took a walk to Jackpine, and encountered a new mail carrier there, delivering the mail, a red Ford Taurus Wagon with someone that fits the same description as PewdiePie from YouTube fame. Usually, the mail carrier is a black Nissan Quest Van, with the words “Black Jelly Bean” graphics on each side, and also, usually, the mail carrier is accompanied by a low flying airplane that follows the mail carrier around on the route. The US Postal Service is also taken over, controlled, and occupied by the terror army, and they use the aircraft to make sure that the mail carrier is not apprehended by federal agents, that is one of the purposes of the terror airforce, “Air Support”, to look for federal agents that might come and investigate. On another walk I took, the same signaling happened as the first walk, the sound of the peacocks birds at Sunflower, followed by the hammering sounds from the church. I heard the nearby sound of a particular terror soldier, Stirling Chartrand at that time, he uses a screeching sort of bird call sound as his signature signalling, and was at a place called “Car Bridge” at the Monroe terror cell. “Car Bridge” is a staging area, the terror soldiers wait there until they are signaled to advance to attack at my home. “Car Bridge” is simply two over-turned cars that are upside down, and were put in place as a bridge over the creek, they have been there since 1964, and the water from the creek goes through the cars, and the bottoms of the cars are the bridge. The terror soldiers hide inside of the two over-turned cars while fogging the area with Nitrous gas, and waiting to be signaled to advance by others who monitor my location as I walk around in my yard. So far, it’s quiet today. I heard the sound of a siren that seemed as if it stopped somewhere on Three Pines Road between here and Hugo Hitching Post Store terror cell leadership Head Quarters. That siren signals the terror soldiers about something, there are no police using sirens, and there are no fires today. It’s a bit cold and drizzling outside, and the sky is overcast. I heard the sound of two commercial jet airliners, and I saw one yesterday flying at about thirty-thousand feet altitude, a little lower than usual, more visible than usual for a commercial airliner, but not out of the ordinary, except that the jet airliner swayed, or rolled, from side to side, such that the reflection of the sun on the fuselage shimmered in a “on and off” sort of visibility, and I thought that was unusual to see a jet airplane roll from side to side like that. The terror bastards have hijacked the letter “N” again, this entry is difficult to write without a letter “N” available. Also, the terror bastards at Centurylink turn off my number pad on my key-board over and over again every day for more than fifteen years, I have to turn the number pad on each time I want to use a numeral. End terror report: 1:49 pm. |
It's kinda like he's filling in the void Methed-up Samurai left behind.I miss stuff like this. No rabid Troon, Furry or e-celeb drama just a good old fashioned nut bag to entertain us with psychotic ramblings. The family member could possibly be a parent or sibling maybe even his child as he was married.
I look forward to reading more rambling is the future about Jello terrorists and celebrities on the murder path.
| Office party, where the leadership has been studied by the offensive party, will reveal that the leadership all have a favorite movie star, or musician, or sports personality, and those kinds of entertainers are used by terror. The famous personality is arranged to be invited to the party. When the leadership has indicated that Dolly Parton is a favorite, and the leadet would like to meet her, then, the terror elements who have already gained positions in the company or government building, will arrange that Dolly Parton is at the party. Dolly strikes up a conversation with the leadership, and then a private tour of the facility, and ultimately, a suggestion that a private autograph session is available… inside the protected area. Dolly gets inside with the leadership, releases nitrous gas, overpowers the leadership, who simply passes out from exposure to the invisible gas. Then, Dolly leaves. Her role is complete, she joins the party, but leaves the door open. That’s when some other, specialized terror ops go into the protected area, and are equipped with a look-a-like impostor, and some make-up. The party ends, everyone goes home, except those in the protected area. They go to work doing terror activities inside the protected area. Work resumes the next day, but that leadership individual has a hang-over, is not feeling well, he says, and stays in the protected area. The workers don’t care, they do their job, and most of them were not invited to the office party. |
Dolly Parton is a terrorist.
Office party, where the leadership has been studied by the offensive party, will reveal that the leadership all have a favorite movie star, or musician, or sports personality, and those kinds of entertainers are used by terror. The famous personality is arranged to be invited to the party.
When the leadership has indicated that Dolly Parton is a favorite, and the leadet would like to meet her, then, the terror elements who have already gained positions in the company or government building, will arrange that Dolly Parton is at the party.
Dolly strikes up a conversation with the leadership, and then a private tour of the facility, and ultimately, a suggestion that a private autograph session is available… inside the protected area.
Dolly gets inside with the leadership, releases nitrous gas, overpowers the leadership, who simply passes out from exposure to the invisible gas. Then, Dolly leaves. Her role is complete, she joins the party, but leaves the door open.
That’s when some other, specialized terror ops go into the protected area, and are equipped with a look-a-like impostor, and some make-up.
The party ends, everyone goes home, except those in the protected area. They go to work doing terror activities inside the protected area. Work resumes the next day, but that leadership individual has a hang-over, is not feeling well, he says, and stays in the protected area. The workers don’t care, they do their job, and most of them were not invited to the office party.
June 17, 2020: 3:24 pm:
Neighborhood Assessment:
It’s quiet outside. The Sun is out today, it’s a beautiful day, a slight breeze brings cool air. There are peacocks at Sunflower terror cell making the required announcement to the neighboring terror cells that I stepped outside, and was within view of the people who control the peacocks. Think of the peacocks, and the sound they make, as bullhorn being used to make sure everyone can hear what has been said. That is how the peacocks are used at the Sunflower terror cell on Russell Road. There were some strange bird calls today, and last night. Today the strange bird calls were like the ones a crow makes, but not exactly. The new bird call today came from behind the 520 address in the woods. That other new bird call was shrill sort of repeating sound, fast chirping, and that came from the direction of the Strong terror cell and from behind the Monroe terror cell, yesterday.
Yesterday at dusk, the neighborhood began to show signs of aggressive behavior. The sound of trucks, motorcycles, quads, and other sounds of revving engines, all coming from a direction that included the part of Jackpine that includes where my house is on the street, and towards Freeberg’s, and Dietricks terror cells. It was a reminder of the way things have been in the past, roaring engines of all kinds used as terror tools, for communication, and noise cover.
I am still very sore from the arrest on Monday. I can still feel the place on my back where the officers knee struck me repeatedly, and on my neck where I was hit, and pressure applied there at my left side of my neck and shoulder. I am concerned about my knee, it took many years for that to heal from old wounds, and other people keep targeting that knee, over and over, and over again, such that the wound is never going to heal. Terror bastards like to use hyper extension when they want to hurt someone, and that is what is going on with that injury. Repetitive hyper-extensions over course of many years has been applied to my knees.
There are no doctors available in Oregon anymore. The medical services are all terror controlled, only serve the needs of the terror army, and SAG members. They get the best medical treatment available, while the US Citizens are Victimized, tortured, farmed of assets, killed, and then replaced with impostor look-a-likes who assume the identities of the murdered US Citizen Victims. The impostors vote the way they are instructed to vote, on both sides of the voting ballot, for SAG shill candidates who are cast onto the ballots, by SAG leadership.
I am going to be sore for a while, a doctor cannot change that anyway. A doctor could make me feel more comfortable, but not completely pain free. SAG likes it when US Citizens are sent to a doctor, especially when the patient is insured with Medicare, and has Part-D. That kind of patient, helps to keep SAG members very comfortable, all of the time.
Think of Ironside, meets Marcus Wellby, MD, to understand, then switch to McGiver, for ingenuity. Get yourself a shoe-horn, and think some more.
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I’ll explain about how what to expect at the Jo-Co jail if you happen to be sent there.
It was not as bad of an experience, as it could have been. It could have been much worse, there might be a message in that idea, so, I’ll just say what it looks like in there, and how the booking procedure is done.
When you arrive in the sheriff car, there is a gate, the officer says what is going on, and why he or she is there. “Co-Operative Male in Custody”, the answer was a repeat of what was said, and then acknowledgement.
The car is driven into a garage, and the garage door closes behind the car. There is doors there, that lead into the booking area. Once inside, a search is done there, the officers ask some health questions, so they don’t get AIDS or a virus. Any jewelry, and other accessories, are bagged right there at the search area. Then, into another room where there is a toilet, and a shower, a bench, sink, and coat-rack on the wall. The shower does not work. Maybe the deputy has to turn that on at a master control. The room is about 12 by eight feet. There, you remove your clothing, and are given some jail clothes to wear. The intake officer has a visual search through a window opening in the wall, a property receipt is signed there at the window, detailed, items listed. Some more health questions are asked, this time it’s more about medical history. The door opens, and it’s off to the booking area, a bigger area.
From the time the car pulled into the garage, to the time the jail clothes are put on, is about thirty to forty-five minutes. It was done expeditiously, did not take all day.
Then, into “Holding” area. There are a number of small cells, I was put into room number one, about a 16 by 20 feet room. Everything is super heavy duty and indestructible in there. The whole jail, is super heavy duty, nothing is ever going to need repair inside of the jail. Steel, concrete, block, and stainless steel, is what the place is made of. In Holding Room One, there were Two other unfortunate men. The room is suitable for three men, to lay down, if one uses the floor. Others could also fit, and lay down on concrete, while waiting for the remainder of the booking process to happen. I was asked if I wanted some food, and/or a blanket. I took the food, not knowing how long I might be there. I declined the blanket, but one was handed to me through a hole in the door that is made for passing blankets and food through. I was asked to fill out four different forms of information, everything there is to know about ID, body markings, some more health questions, and very detailed financial information was asked on the forms. Marital Status questions were repeated on each form, and some family and emergency contact information was asked for on the forms.
I was asked to come out of the Holding room three times. Once to sign the forms and swear to the accuracy. Once to have a photo taken, and I asked that the intake officer also take a photo of some scarring that I have, in anticipation of further arrests in the future, and making sure that the ones who make the arrest are knowledgeable of areas vulnerability. And one more time I was asked to leave the room for fingerprinting, which is done electronically, with a computer scanning machine, at the initial intake area, where the jewelry was taken, and initial search was done after coming out of the sheriff car in the garage. At about 4:30 pm, I was inside my house reading and writing, at 9:00 pm, I was having my fingerprints taken at the Sheriff’s office, County Jail.
I asked for a phone call three times. My question was heard, and I was told there would be a time for a call. That last time I asked, was during the fingerprinting, it was just after 9:00 pm. The printing officer told me what my bail was, and explained that the banks are all closed, and the phones close at 9:00 pm anyway, so, maybe tomorrow a phone call can happen, but I was also told that I was going to be going to court the next day, so, phone call won’t help. I explained that I have animals to care for, and no one knows that I was there, that I wanted to at least tell someone where I am. I was told that I cannot tell someone where I am on a jail phone call, you can only talk about bail, on a jail phone call. My pinky finger on my left hand, refused to scan for a print. Many scans were made, but it just would not scan. There was a manual override on the software to make the machine accept the scan as it was taken. Back into holding cell one, I went.
(The sound of big trucks outside tells me that Centurylink internet service has decided that what I am writing about right now, requires that Pacific Power send Dietrick are to make a lot of scary truck sounds around my home. It’s a staple of terror, to use what they have available, to do the terror, and they have a lot of big noisy trucks to teach the citizens with, over time. Big noisy trucks are driven by young strong construction crews and road builders are on board also. That is what the message is.)
I think I will stop for writing for now.
end terror report: 4:52 pm.
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(I am doing something I never do, I used the edit feature here on Tumblr to continue saying about the booking process at Jo-Co County Jail.
Begin again: 5:34 pm.)
The intake finger print officer took me back to holding cell one, a different way than the way we had gone to the finger print machine. We went through a hallway, and into a large, dark, and cold place, another room that was very similar to the booking area, which consists of a centralized service desk, with counter tops all around on three sides. So this other room, was a duplicate of that centered service counter booking area, darker, and noticeably cold. We went out of there, down another hallway, and into holding room one. My guess is there is the holding area for newly arriving people who have been arrested, and, this other cold, dark place, also with some holding rooms, that serves the actual main jail inmates in some way.
So, I was in holding room one with those two other men, no one spoke to one another. The two other men, looked like they were dead for the first half hour I was in there filling out the forms, I had to check to see if they were breathing. Finally, they both moved a bit. Each one was laying and completely covered with the blanket that is offered in there. Each of them was called out of holding room one, twice while I was there, and then returned.
After a short time after finger printing, I was called to be “housed”.
A body scan is taken at that time, electronically, with a large machine. It has a conveyor belt on it and some hand rails. You stand there, and the machine moves you through there, on the conveyor belt. Instructions are given to stand a particular way. At that point, it would be very easy to do the wrong thing. I felt that it was very important that I do exactly as instructed, listen carefully, and not be distracted by actions of others nearby, at any time while in the jail. Words are more important then visual movements, while in jail.
The body scanner machine is big, made of stainless steel, with a conveyor, it has a computer attached to it on the service counter side where the officers are at. I suppose it’s like the machines at airports for looking at luggage, but that one, looks inside of people.
I was asked if I had a implant of some kind in my right kidney area. Another officer was asked to look at the scan, and she could see no implant, while the other officer said he had seen something in my kidney area.
We got past that part, I was frisked against a US American Flag poster, made of paper.
I was given a cup, something in a tube, may have been toothpast, but was clear, like shampoo. I did not look at it closely. There was spoon, a pen, some bar soap, and paper with my booking number on it and some other information, that paper somehow is not in the things I came home with, it was either lost, taken from where I put it while Housed in jail, or, was taken at the time of release by an officer. There was a small ticket sort of paper in the cup, has information necessary to “Create a Turnkey Account” at the jail. And, a roll of toilet paper was given to me. A giant size Sheriff deputy, not a jailer, passed by me at that time, and asked “How are you doing?”.
I was given a bed roll.
Off we went, down a hall with a lot of doors along the hallway. My guess, is those are holding rooms for one person from the main jail if they cause problems.
We passed by those, then, I was given a mat to sleep on. It was more stuff than I could carry, but I managed, and we got to the jail main housing, the jailer said “Places”, then the door opened, I went in, and the door closed behind me.
I had been given a bunk number. There were men seated at some tables watching a television. In unison, there was a lot of “Que pasa?”, “Howzit going”, “Hellooooo”…. I replied, “Greetings all, I’ve been better, thanks for asking”.
I went to my bunk. Three others helped me find it, and they also showed me how the sheet is supposed to fit onto the mattress pad. It was like trying to cram ten pounds of stuff, into a five pound bag, it didn’t work very well, and took three jailed men, and a new guy, to get the mattress, into the sheet. It’s like a sock, fits on the mattress pad like a sock.
All was good. The people were not mean, not too nice, it was ok.
A guard came through the jail a number of times during the night. I spent my time quietly. The mattress pads are not very thick, and the bunks are made with heavy steel. There was no sleeping for me, it was very uncomfortable, and I was too sore to sleep on that. There is an upper, and a lower bunk, I saw only one person sleeping on an upper bunk. There was at least one lower bunk with no one on it, and the place was pretty much filled up with people sleeping on the lower bunks. There was only one person that I could see sleeping on the upper part of the jail housing area. I estimate there were 33 men in jail while I was there. No one else came into the jail while I was there.
Next day, I had a look around. There is an upper sleeping area, and a lower one. The lower one has thirty-two bunks. I don’t know how any are upstairs. There is a shower area, has curtains, somewhat private. There is a restroom area. All is made heavy duty and unbreakable.
There are some phones on the wall that require an account with that “Turnkey” account number I was given. There is a computer on the wall that works like “Jail eMail”, messages can be sent and received there. I was told you can request medical services with it, and talk to a jailer with it, see your court scheduling and some other similar kinds of basic communication can be done on the Jail Email. There is another electronic gizmo on the wall also, no one touched that one, but the message machine was something that I saw being used. I did not see anyone using the phones. There are some books on a book cart, not many. Seven large stainless steel picnic tables are solidly bolted to the ground. There are no windows in jail. There are some skylights, with bars over them, the ceiling is about thirty feet high. The jail is about one-hundred by seventy-five feet inside the main jail where the people are kept. There are some acoustic panels on the walls to help with the echo, reverberation, quality of the sound that can be heard in the room. Even with the acoustic panels, when information is spoken over the intercom, such as a call for a particular person to come to the front door service area, the sound quality of the room itself prevents what can be heard. The people in there, have become very attentive to announcements made by intercom. The jailers do not repeat what they say, it is said only one time.
It turns out that all of those items that were given to me, the cup, spoon, toilet paper and such, are very important while in jail. Breakfast came in the morning, cereal cornflakes and some corn bread, watery milk, and some honey.
The breakfast treys are made very thick, and are hollow. They are more than one inch in thickness. It looks like a whole stack of treys, but is only one, hollow, trey.
The jail was clean. It’s well built, never going to fall down, ever.
There is a lot that could be said about the people in the jail. This is not the place to say any of that. At no time, did I feel threatened by anyone in the jail main housing area. No one touched me while I was in jail. I spoke to others for a total of about two minutes while I was in jail. The people in the jail were of mixed race, Latino, and white. There were no people of other heritage that I could see.
My recommendation for being at jail, is to do as you are told to do, listen carefully, follow instructions. Don’t make eye contact, don’t make hand or other signaling, only speak if someone else speaks to you first, and then, be courteous, without being overly friendly, or overly rude.
End terror report: 6:55 pm.