| June 18, 2020: 4:45 pm: Current Conditions: It’s complicated. Circumstances are not believable. Saying what happened, results in lack of interest from helpful people, while also brings more offensive terror activity to my home. I am not the only victim of that kind of circumstance. Celebrity Death Match. How can one get help, when the help requested, includes that Celebrity Death Match is part of the offensive terror? With those kinds of conditions, terror marches on, while victims fall to the wayside. Freedom is a sale item on discount with the discontinued items at the Goodwill Re-Store scratch & dent table. ================================ Today is a beautiful spring day. They don’t get much better than the kind of weather present today in Oregon. Today also brings gunfire from the Strong terror cell, people laughing in the wooded area behind 520 next door, and noisy trucks on the road. The peacocks are still sounding when I step outside into view. Today, there are small airplanes circling around, and they have been doing their flyovers just as I step into view outside. I saw two of them, but their are others also. One was flying at about 5,000 feet and headed South. That is unusual. The small airplanes almost exclusively fly under 1,500 feet, and normally at 800-1000 feet altitude. Rare are the times that small aircraft fly at altitudes that are constant with FAA rules, of staying above the low ceiling of 1,500 feet. The other airplane I saw, was estimated at about 1,000 feet, and headed South at a high rate of speed. That airplane, is one with a short wingspan, but wide between the leading and trailing edge. That one usually has the underside of it’s wings painted black. I was unable to determine if the wings were black on the bottom, otherwise, it is a white airplane, is small and fast. There are no helpful people anywhere to be found. Wylde Smith vs me Mayer I win. The battles are often won, while the war is lost, as is the case there, with that. Twitter, is still Tweeting. Until Twitter is taken off of the internet entirely, the war, or slaughter as it is now, will continue. Taking Twitter down, is only a first step, will slow the bastards down, but won’t stop the coup. British House of Lords, Vatican, and the entire Screen Actor Guild including all of it’s sub unions, has to be eliminated. Then, peace and restoration of Freedom can begin, as long as the Canadian terror army has nowhere to get their marching orders from. Then, the Canadian army can be dealt with, but only after the leaders are shut down. StoneMan, unscathed, but bruised. End terror report 5:18 pm. Maybe the problem is that no one can find the Twitter servers, in order to shut them down. It’s not likely to be that way, but this is worth a mention: There was a rumor years ago, that it was possible to run a vast social media platform by using the existing RAM on all of the connected computers on the internet that are turned on, and are running. There was a joke that some asshole hooked up a Macintosh SE30 that is running the software that pieces it all together. Turn off all of the computers, all around the world, at the same time, to make the system vanish. That could work, if the available RAM is what is running it, and is where the content is stored, and drawn from. It was worth a mention. |
His story of being jailed, and his first episode with the company he's been harassing, is quite a doozy.
June 16, 2020: 11:01 am:
Neighborhood Assessment:
I just returned from a night spent in Josephine County Sheriff custody at the county jail.
There were about eight deputies. They were kicking in the front door at the instant I wrote my final thoughts for yesterday. June 15, 2020.
I was tackled to the ground, and beaten.
I yelled at them “I am a disabled man, I am a disabled man”, over and over again. They stopped beating me, after one last twist of my leg, and tearing lose a old knee injuring.
I feel like a was run over by a truck.
I have a spinal cord injury, and am nearly 60 years old.
My spine is fused in two places.
But the eight giant size deputies felt it was necessary to bust through the door, two guns in face, so I defended, and closed the door.
It was a Josephine County Sheriff Eight Man Big Rig Run Down, w/disabled elderly man.
I was offered no phone call. No one knows I was in the jail. Bail was not offered until after nine PM last night, and they close the phones at 9:00 pm, I was told.
$15,000 bail was offered, after hours.
The charge was for failing to appear at a court date.
You may have read here when three fake deputies came and wanted to give me paper, they left it on the front porch.
Those three, did not bring a car. There were three deputies that day, with no car.
Yesterday, there were eight deputies, and five cars all in my driveway.
Good thing there was no crime going on in other parts of the county, more than half of the sheriff on-duty deputies were busy beating up an old disabled man in Hugo Oregon for about an hour, plus drive time.
The court date looked phony to me. It was a restraining order hearing. I was supposed to go tell why I am bothering the Pacific Power Corporation. There lineman are threatened some how, by an old disabled man with spinal cord injuries.
That is what I didn’t go to.
It looked fake. I felt like I was being set-up, to be in a known place, at a known time, to be hurt, or killed by the people who put together the fake restraining order.
The lineman who work for Pacific Power Corp, are all younger than I am, very strong, weigh about 240 pounds, and have an arsenal of other Power company lineman friends, all of them use their service trucks like an army uses military vehicles.
But one old broken man is somehow bothering the Pacific Power Corp so much that eight Deputies came to beat up the old disabled man.
One of the Wrights Tree Service vehicles was parked at the freeway onramp as the sheriff drove me to the jail. There, to send an ominous message. Wrights Tree Service contracts for the power line maintenance work in the power easements.
I was offered no phone call, until after release, to call a cab, and the deputy made that call for me.
There is some reason why no one wants me to use a telephone around here. Mine, has been blocked, or removed from the phone grid, or is so overpowered by the Stingray surveillance units in the hands of the terror army, that I cannot reach anyone, and only incoming calls that are approved by the terror army, are able to reach me.
Clearly, Josephine County Sheriff is not going to provide any interest in doing the national security work that is necessary to stop #SAGcoup.
I tried along the way to the jail, to point out to the deputy in the car, the leading terror cells as we passed them. All he would say is “I don’t know those people”.
I asked him to patrol Jackpine, that I would show him how the terror army does what they do.
He made a note, in a small book, as I asked him to patrol Jackpine from time to time.
Donal Trump was making a Police Reform Executive Order that was on the television inside the jail. It ended, then they let me go home.
I am very sore, and I need to do a door repair. It’s broken.
End terror report 11:35 pm.
Neighborhood Assessment:
I just returned from a night spent in Josephine County Sheriff custody at the county jail.
There were about eight deputies. They were kicking in the front door at the instant I wrote my final thoughts for yesterday. June 15, 2020.
I was tackled to the ground, and beaten.
I yelled at them “I am a disabled man, I am a disabled man”, over and over again. They stopped beating me, after one last twist of my leg, and tearing lose a old knee injuring.
I feel like a was run over by a truck.
I have a spinal cord injury, and am nearly 60 years old.
My spine is fused in two places.
But the eight giant size deputies felt it was necessary to bust through the door, two guns in face, so I defended, and closed the door.
It was a Josephine County Sheriff Eight Man Big Rig Run Down, w/disabled elderly man.
I was offered no phone call. No one knows I was in the jail. Bail was not offered until after nine PM last night, and they close the phones at 9:00 pm, I was told.
$15,000 bail was offered, after hours.
The charge was for failing to appear at a court date.
You may have read here when three fake deputies came and wanted to give me paper, they left it on the front porch.
Those three, did not bring a car. There were three deputies that day, with no car.
Yesterday, there were eight deputies, and five cars all in my driveway.
Good thing there was no crime going on in other parts of the county, more than half of the sheriff on-duty deputies were busy beating up an old disabled man in Hugo Oregon for about an hour, plus drive time.
The court date looked phony to me. It was a restraining order hearing. I was supposed to go tell why I am bothering the Pacific Power Corporation. There lineman are threatened some how, by an old disabled man with spinal cord injuries.
That is what I didn’t go to.
It looked fake. I felt like I was being set-up, to be in a known place, at a known time, to be hurt, or killed by the people who put together the fake restraining order.
The lineman who work for Pacific Power Corp, are all younger than I am, very strong, weigh about 240 pounds, and have an arsenal of other Power company lineman friends, all of them use their service trucks like an army uses military vehicles.
But one old broken man is somehow bothering the Pacific Power Corp so much that eight Deputies came to beat up the old disabled man.
One of the Wrights Tree Service vehicles was parked at the freeway onramp as the sheriff drove me to the jail. There, to send an ominous message. Wrights Tree Service contracts for the power line maintenance work in the power easements.
I was offered no phone call, until after release, to call a cab, and the deputy made that call for me.
There is some reason why no one wants me to use a telephone around here. Mine, has been blocked, or removed from the phone grid, or is so overpowered by the Stingray surveillance units in the hands of the terror army, that I cannot reach anyone, and only incoming calls that are approved by the terror army, are able to reach me.
Clearly, Josephine County Sheriff is not going to provide any interest in doing the national security work that is necessary to stop #SAGcoup.
I tried along the way to the jail, to point out to the deputy in the car, the leading terror cells as we passed them. All he would say is “I don’t know those people”.
I asked him to patrol Jackpine, that I would show him how the terror army does what they do.
He made a note, in a small book, as I asked him to patrol Jackpine from time to time.
Donal Trump was making a Police Reform Executive Order that was on the television inside the jail. It ended, then they let me go home.
I am very sore, and I need to do a door repair. It’s broken.
End terror report 11:35 pm.
I am noticing that my final thoughts from yesterday’s entry, 6-15-2020, made at about 4:30 pm or so, is not there. I was frantically putting the words: “Sheriff is here now” I hit the return button. Then the door and guns were there. I closed the door.
I want to make reminder about two experiences with Pacific Power Corporation when Josephine County Sheriff was also part of the experience, so I don’t forget. I think I wrote about these before, here, on Tumblr years ago. First, in around 2006, I was in my car, and leaving to shop, or go somewhere, I was alone. I was driving out of the neighborhood, and on Jackpine. I was approached by on Sheriff car, and one Pacific Power Corp service truck with boom.
The sheriff deputy signaled me to stop, I did, through the window of the car, he asked if I was the person who lives at my address, I said yes, that’s my house. He asked that I turn around, and open the gate on the driveway, explained that the Pacific Power people in the truck behind him, needed to install a “Smart Meter” at the house. I was living in my small cabin at the time. So, I turned around, opened the gate. There was one deputy, and two Pacific Power employees.
The deputy sat on a tree stump, I stood by and watched, tried to have some chit chat with the deputy. The two Pac-Pow employees began to remove the old, analog meter, and install a new, digital meter. One of the Lineman appeared as an apprentice, while the other, was a man that I know as “Gleason”. The deputy said to the lineman “I need to look the other way” Gleason used a hand cutting tool, to remove two fingers from one hand of the apprentice.
The apprentice was in shock, picked his fingers up from the ground, and Gleason handed him a dirty, greasy rag, to wrap his hand in. The apprentice electrician started to run away, scared. I was scared, watched the young man run through the woods, then I started to run. I slipped in some mud, and fell on my face. Then got up, and ran to my car that was parked on the road. The young apprentice was there at my car when I got there.
He looked into the car, saw my American flag I have in there, and looked at me, got more scared, and ran down the road, and out of view. I got in my car, and left. Where the other two men went to is not known, I just left so as to keep my fingers attached. That’s what happened that day. I have no idea what that was about. That digital meter, was again swapped out for yet another kind of Smart Meter many years later.
The event when all three of my power use meters being swapped out for new, Smart Meters, is written about on this account about two or three years ago.
Another experience, was on a day that I had been selected to serve on Jury Duty at the courthouse, in around 2008. On the first day, as I left in my car, there were four Pacific Power Boom Trucks parked in front of my driveway. I had a girlfreind at the time, she stayed at my house while I went to Jury Duty. When I returned, she was upset, and clothing was dirty. She said she had gone outside, and trimmed some apple trees in the yard while I was at the courthouse.
Later in the evening, I saw that on her back, in three or four different colors of ink, where at least six signatures, written on her back with a pen. She did not know that the signatures where there, or why she was sore and dirty. The power company was returning on the days I had to go do jury duty, for about five days. They made sure I saw them as I was leaving to go to the courthouse.
That is two real things that happened, when the Pacific Power and the Josephine County Legal system was part of the experience.
I need to correct the timing, I am poor judge of time. The event with Gleason and the fingers being cut off of the young man who seemed as an apprentice, must have occurred after October 2010. The young man could not have seen the American flag in the car until after October 2010. I distinctly recall that the sight of that flag in my car, frightened hm more than he already was.
For National Security personnel: The cab ride I took home from the jail is called “JC Taxi” or “JC Cab” The receipt says “Megg’s Taxi Service”, and the choice of cab service was made by the deputy at the jail, “Deputy Walton”, I think, made the call, for the cab, for me. I suspect my jail time will be covered up as if I was not there. The cab ride with conflicting name on receipt/vs what it said on the packaging, is standard terror procedure.
There has been a lot of pressure today from the neighborhood. Is ongoing now. It’s become too dangerous to explain circumstances, and, too dangerous to stay quiet about circumstances.
I want to make reminder about two experiences with Pacific Power Corporation when Josephine County Sheriff was also part of the experience, so I don’t forget. I think I wrote about these before, here, on Tumblr years ago. First, in around 2006, I was in my car, and leaving to shop, or go somewhere, I was alone. I was driving out of the neighborhood, and on Jackpine. I was approached by on Sheriff car, and one Pacific Power Corp service truck with boom.
The sheriff deputy signaled me to stop, I did, through the window of the car, he asked if I was the person who lives at my address, I said yes, that’s my house. He asked that I turn around, and open the gate on the driveway, explained that the Pacific Power people in the truck behind him, needed to install a “Smart Meter” at the house. I was living in my small cabin at the time. So, I turned around, opened the gate. There was one deputy, and two Pacific Power employees.
The deputy sat on a tree stump, I stood by and watched, tried to have some chit chat with the deputy. The two Pac-Pow employees began to remove the old, analog meter, and install a new, digital meter. One of the Lineman appeared as an apprentice, while the other, was a man that I know as “Gleason”. The deputy said to the lineman “I need to look the other way” Gleason used a hand cutting tool, to remove two fingers from one hand of the apprentice.
The apprentice was in shock, picked his fingers up from the ground, and Gleason handed him a dirty, greasy rag, to wrap his hand in. The apprentice electrician started to run away, scared. I was scared, watched the young man run through the woods, then I started to run. I slipped in some mud, and fell on my face. Then got up, and ran to my car that was parked on the road. The young apprentice was there at my car when I got there.
He looked into the car, saw my American flag I have in there, and looked at me, got more scared, and ran down the road, and out of view. I got in my car, and left. Where the other two men went to is not known, I just left so as to keep my fingers attached. That’s what happened that day. I have no idea what that was about. That digital meter, was again swapped out for yet another kind of Smart Meter many years later.
The event when all three of my power use meters being swapped out for new, Smart Meters, is written about on this account about two or three years ago.
Another experience, was on a day that I had been selected to serve on Jury Duty at the courthouse, in around 2008. On the first day, as I left in my car, there were four Pacific Power Boom Trucks parked in front of my driveway. I had a girlfreind at the time, she stayed at my house while I went to Jury Duty. When I returned, she was upset, and clothing was dirty. She said she had gone outside, and trimmed some apple trees in the yard while I was at the courthouse.
Later in the evening, I saw that on her back, in three or four different colors of ink, where at least six signatures, written on her back with a pen. She did not know that the signatures where there, or why she was sore and dirty. The power company was returning on the days I had to go do jury duty, for about five days. They made sure I saw them as I was leaving to go to the courthouse.
That is two real things that happened, when the Pacific Power and the Josephine County Legal system was part of the experience.
I need to correct the timing, I am poor judge of time. The event with Gleason and the fingers being cut off of the young man who seemed as an apprentice, must have occurred after October 2010. The young man could not have seen the American flag in the car until after October 2010. I distinctly recall that the sight of that flag in my car, frightened hm more than he already was.
For National Security personnel: The cab ride I took home from the jail is called “JC Taxi” or “JC Cab” The receipt says “Megg’s Taxi Service”, and the choice of cab service was made by the deputy at the jail, “Deputy Walton”, I think, made the call, for the cab, for me. I suspect my jail time will be covered up as if I was not there. The cab ride with conflicting name on receipt/vs what it said on the packaging, is standard terror procedure.
There has been a lot of pressure today from the neighborhood. Is ongoing now. It’s become too dangerous to explain circumstances, and, too dangerous to stay quiet about circumstances.
