Dear Dearth

Just a note denoting that there is no end to entries.  Just when I wonder where they come from, they pop up like perverted whack-a-moles.

I've maintained a personal perspective to my posts partly to tie into what is happening concerning our Republic and to simply give a human view of what's going on in my life.

Shortly I have the trial of one of my 'muggers' Brandon Nabors.  I do not agree with Father Flanagan that there is no such thing as a bad boy.  Brandon is a budding career criminal.  I predict sooner or later someone will stop the threat.

And the blooming soviet style methods at the East Washington Street Best Buy are a sight to behold.  They are symptoms of the disease of collectivism infecting our Republic.
As these events are unfolding, I am waiting to post specifics at a later date, hopefully within the next couple of weeks.

Til then, hold on for the bumpy ride ahead.

Regards.

Well, the latest chapter in the 'I got jumped on Brookside Parkway' drama unfolds soon.  May 6 Brandon Nabors, the alledged 'leader'; of the 3 little s***s has a jury trial.

After this event, I will update.  But for now, it serves to remind me of the events of that night, August 27, 2012 and the aftermath.

The situation, up to a point, was handled well enough.  However, when the perps were nabbed with my property, it began to unravel.

The uniforms did their jobs, but it is the detective Bill Cincebox, who remains at fault.

This is opinion only of course, but I should have been taken to where they were nabbed to make an on the spot ID.  That was a major mistake when I was not.

Only the following morning did cincebox contact me.  He came to the house with printouts, slammed them on the hood, telling me to ID.  I had not slept, I was unfocused and disoriented.  I looked and couldn't actually see well.  I insisted he schedule another time later in the week.  He said no, my failure to ID was my only chance.

He questioned if the stolen gun was mine.

Bradis sent the wrong serial number and he concluded it was not my gun. 

I said I could ID it with a physical mark, a slight dent in the end of the barrel.

Cincebox was puzzled and without warning drew his weapon, jerking it out but pointing it down fortunately.  He asked me to point to the part of the gun I meant!  WTF???

I simply told this paragon of policing it was hwere the bullet came out.  Wonder how much expertise he had with guns.  I have decades, maybe longer than he has been around.  How could someone act this way?  Oh, I forgot, he is an 'only one'.

His behavior the whole time was jerky and hyper.  Was he like this or was this somehow induced?

He called later saying the gun could not have been mine as the serial number did not synch.  I subsequently discovered Bradis' mistake and they faxed the correct number to IMPD.  Oh yes, he also said there was no dent.  I knew he was BSing me and I called him on it.  All he said was he hadn't seen the serial number sent by Bradis the second time.  It was Tuesday and he said he wouldn't be back on duty til Saturday.  Wonder if he needed to sober up or what?

In calling him out, he merely said maybe they switched guns!  Ummm, thugs are not that connected and it had been a very short time.  Jim Grey, the officer who helped me had said they recovered the gun and all the mags/ammo etc.  Cincebox was unbelievable in his ridiculous badgering.  I resented his interrogation especially as it was just the following afternoon and I had finally sought rest.  Insensitive, no apology hardly covers it.

I received a call Saturday From Cincebox.. He was friendly and called me by name and said we could arrange a time at my convenience to ID the perps.  The he realized supposedly, that I was the wrong Michael.  There had been another assault after me that night near College and New York.  It's a Yuppie neighborhood with an upscale bar and a gay/leather bar.  Bet the perps thought there were easy pickings and docile victims in such a hood.  Mind you I'm not making a judgment just telling you the lay of the land and the probable perception that many gays and yuppies tend to be either passive or at least not armed.  I'll leave it to the reader to opine about the situation.

He was still talking jerkily, perhaps just a trait.  I don't know.  But he was dismissive, declaring that the gun etc were indeed mine!  Thanks for telling me what I already knew was my answer. 

That was that.  And btw, I stupidly did not recall the serial number because I had the original receipt from Bradis, by way of CDNN in the fanny pack in case I had to use the gun and it was taken for evidence.  I will not suffer that mistake again.  I know my numbers by heart and have copies.

What I wonder is his deference to the other victim.  He seemed to bend over backwards to accommodate him while I was handled dismissively.

Cops I've known who do their jobs well would have said to wait til I'd rested.  Or, the big or, they would have transported me to where the perps were apprehended for on the spot ID.  Sure the immediacy of identification was important, but then we come back to on the spot ID.

Cincebox himself (I discovered researching him) had done this with a victim on the southside previously.  Hmmmm. 

It's been suggested by my ex and others (couple of cops included) that he seemed to have little regard for me because of where I lived.  Difficult to prove but food for thought.

My belief he was inept would be fruitless to pursue.  I know the blue wall well and any accusation would be dismissed.  And it would simply be hard to pinpoint.

So I am left with the result.  I plan to be at the trial obseving and I hope arranging the return of my property.  I will not let it 'disappear' as many items have over the years from the Property Room.  That includes blood samples of a cop indicted for killing someoen while drunk driving.  He has btw been arrested for DUI just the other day again.

Lessons learned.  All i have to say is I am better prepped now than I was.  The warrior is reawakened on all levels -s-.

So regards are a two way street. 

I have contempt for cops who don't do their jobs whatever the reason.

It is up to us to regard ourselves and of course to protect ourselves.  Period.

Blowin In The Wind

Here's to the whistleblowers!  A list follows:
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Some are made public either on purpose or through slipups.  But I believe anonymity plays an important part in exposing tyranny.

I know there are times that specifics are important, in that hiding in plain sight will give us people with whom we can rally.  They stand up and are counted, putting everything they hold dear at risk, as did the Founders.

However, the invisible folks who do the anonymous work of intel remain unsung and slip in and out of history. 

In other words, if anyone wants to know what I know, I know nothing (all due respect to Sgt Schultz from Hogan's Heroes).

I have been scrutinized.  And though I have made it clear that I will help Restore the Republic, it's fruitless to monitor me in the hope of getting names.

So whistle past the graveyard or go blowin' in the wind.

In the soft silence there is a hum, more felt than heard. 

It's the enemies, foreign and oh those creepy domestic ones suckin' wind.

-S-

Basement Bilge

Could be commentary on what flows from government agencies and congress lol.  It's actually quite literal.  Keep in mind that 'bilge' is an old fashioned naval term for water in the bottom of a boat.  By extrapolation, it indicates waste water and/or water from seepage.

Well, the double next to my ex's house is suffering yet again.  It has a physical history of deterioration and damage that would have condemned most other houses.  In spite of that, it has remained a 'rental'.

Rentals are blights on the landscape of a city.  Instead of becoming a source of income from actual rent for the owners, they are often places where drug houses/factories take root.  The 'owner' may well be a corporation, covered in a network of limited liability companies.  Are they mob run?  Your guess is as good as mine.  The answer is probably.  But whatever the end, what happens on the street affects those who live round it, regardless of their health and well being.

We had nothing but trouble from this rental.  It has housed a panoply of drug dealers, drug labs, pimps crack whores, burglars and scum on the lam.  Frequently these charmers were gang related.  We unearthed several and garnered their displeasure.  How dare we want a clean decent neighborhood, free of crime and fear?

We worked with cops (nameless for protection) we trusted (there were such) to rid the area of this social cancer.  There were folks of good regard, also vetted, who worked on the problem as well.  Oh yes, we were armed and determined.  Still are -s-.

There is much more to it, a lot of socio-political nuances.  Corruption runs rampant in little ol' Indianapolis.  There is indeed a lot of bilge water.  But there are those who stand for Freedom, for what is right about this Republic, because this whole thing is endemic of the rot that has eaten away said Freedom.  It is our duty to fight it and rebuild.

To make a short story long, the mokes who have the house next door had been draining water from the basement.  A hose was stuck into my ex's fence.  We removed it.  It returned.  She confronted the mental midget who was seeing to the drainage, telling him to stop it on her land.

He proceeded to harangue her in shall we say, a most derogatory way.  He did the same with me.  I questioned him as to who he was , who owned the property and what his gang affiliation was.  His only reply was,'You'll find out'.

Hmmmmm

Called the cops who supervised him placing the hose in a more proper place.

Interesting side note is how he exited couple evenings ago.  He backed out and continued backing out the alley.  Doesn't want me to have his truck license, huh?

We will see what these mokes have in mind.  This war for decency never ends.

And as I said, it is endemic of what is happening all over these united States.

Be vigilant, be ready and do not let the s******s stop you.

We will drain the bilge from the Republic.  And it will drown tyranny.