Pulling Strings

I dont wanna too much time on it. Now that i feel a bit better i need to move for creative outlet before my brain slides completely towards hostility to the species that killed my life and janes ondergrond and the catham joker take over.

Its somehing i dont hide but also something i rarely talk about b/c it involves many other peoples lives. Some who never got their dark side into the light and some who live mum&dad lives now ... most dont though and i bet a lot are dead.

Three years of my life that seem to negate everything else in it. Whatever happened is nobodies business and the reason how and why makes it so i cant ever be apologetic. If anyone helped back then, family , the WELLFARE STATE , ... wouldnt have lost the appartment, someone could have given me a job when i needed it the absolute most, wouldnt have gotten to the street. Elder nazi family couldnt have kicked me out it very likely wouldnt have ended where it did 3 years later ...

Now the point being, as lately in Salems lot something in the air feels like it again. Something about "we dont have privacy in the dictionary" and ofcourse slander is the order of the day in a hole where nothing ever happens.

On subjective perception, yokels, inbreed mentality and how slander effectively should be ruled more than €500 euro fine in a soviet democracy.

One example :

at one night, before the REAL shit started i bumped into this blaise ( ... not sure if jippedee will translate that) and ended up bitchslapping the fucker .. literally , like rap-pimps do in rapvideos ... b/c he was obviously a blaise and not worth the trouble so he could have hit back after the obvious humiliation ...

Somehow his glasses fell off

For some reason the cops, as usual when i did something, were hiding in a hole in the gutter and were there in one minute ... "they saw it"

(twas in ratcity in the days when the city was a city)

Now if i got my ass handed by 4 guys or 15 guys kicking me into a pavement all the way from the bar i have never seen police appear. Due to the way i was raised i also never called them. But if i just lift a finger its like they have a special guy ready waiting behind the corner to pick up on it. Since back then it feels like that.

Now

here's the kicker

on subjective interpretation and manipulation, abuse of power and how the law is written to protect those who wrote it and the mayors cousin.

This porsche-driving loudmouth had zit, right, his glasses fell off ...

Ofcourse me, the street trash with no skills (always since i dont know where it went from "OO YOURE SUCH A SMART BOY shy a+ grade kid top of the calss to "YOURE SCUM" b/c i didnt roll over like a dog on command ...)

growing up in the far right

... in een gat

but the guy had absolutely not a scratch. Ofcourse i was the one who got arrested. One of those cops, a huge fucker who probably never had a fist in his life and always got by on size. The kind that always gets beaten in a street fight by guys 1m50 tall that weight 50kilos b/c they never threw a punch in real life as their loud mouth always had everyone move aside from their large frame.

Went on and on about how i was utter trash and he should just give me a good beating right then and there (i assume he knew the guy i checked or maybe that guy was one of the sponsors of the mayors party) so ... since back then, this one was a bit more alive than today, sitting there cuffed in the back that obvious reply was : "Well, why dont you take these off , lets get out of the car and we'll see right here with your fucking big mouth in your fucking uniform talking trash to a handcuffed guy?"

(the obvious response one would have when one is healthy and mostly "on the street")

So how things ended ? Heard nothing about it for a long long time and then came the verdict on a worst possible moment :

the cop declared that i punched the guy with a fist full in the face : "he saw it" .. now cops are under oath, and like judges and politicians they cant lie b/C they're superman and jesus stands guarantee for them, right ?

the guy had one broken glass in his glasses , it took three days to repair , for some reason he didnt go to work without his glasses

the verdict : "assault & battery with disability to work as consequence" : FOUR MONTHS ( ... time as they say ... )

for one broken glass, right ... the guy didnt have a scratch, the cop testified b/C i talked back after threatening me while cuffed.

And then, what I gather is when they do stop & frisk , easy in a soviet democracy where you just can call anonymously and they come over if you're a known one : what THEY SEE :

the first two lines of the verdict ... so i look someone who has been hospitalizing fuckers for lol

on top of that, and thats why i write this on steemit so it sticks : i get the impression some time ago (undefined) one or more of the local gat-polis who dont really understand this constitutional rights thing and complex concepts like privacy has been spreading things ... maybe on facebook or whatever , but since they only get the first lines , in a hole like salems lot that can do some serious damage right

...

ofcourse theres no way i can prove that and all they would have to say is "its not true" since

"cops cant lie"

...

thats enough time wasted on this slanderfilth rathole

Catham Joker out