The Law, is the Law, is the Law--Know Your Rights

I just got my blog, stolen, again, what is new, under the sun? NOTHING, but the NSA, trying to protect the fake CIA or Cats, they should be hanged, at sunrise! They want you to think, my Washington, D.C., me, wrote this, because, that are too fucked up and stupid to write it, after all that training, after all that pampering, after all the fake fucked up CIA, make a wish foundation bogus law degrees, all the MY FAIR LADY, shit, Frank and the boyz club, did the mommy makeovers and the daddy do overs . . . claiming my cool kids are, fucking Brett, or Rhett Butler and Kay, Scarlet O'Hare's, because they threw their own, kids under the bus, ignored them when they were young, sacrificed them when they were older, why, the CIA weight standards? SHIT! You fucked up, couple, of dumb asses, sex, drugs, pot, and rockin' roll, don't run this country, but they can steal elections, buy judges, pay off cops, and get prosecutors to write bull shit warrants, informations and shit like that. YOU GOT THE CRIMINAL THING WITH COPS DOWN PAT!

There are Worse Prices to Pay, that Losing an Election!

These scriptures are out of order, so, bear with me, I wrote them on any piece of scrub ass papers, I got in jail! Let me remind you, that me, setting an example, for the girls in there with me, in the pod, of about 14 inmates, probably, reading the scriptures and going to classes, based on religious beliefs, and faiths, did more to rehabilitate these women and girls, than all the prison guard and bars could . . . within, two or so days, these, alleged, hard core chicks were, going out into the yard, taking their little black and white books, from the Jehovah Witnesses, just practical everyday, guides to life, and in a group of about 7, or whomever wanted to join them, sat in the corner and started going through the lessons! So, exciting to see, and I hope, that whoever took my copy, probably off my bed, after I bragged about how good it was, gets great use out of it, I have read this stuff, since being a child . . . here are some of the scriptures that fit my situations while I was in jail, falsely accused, with the feelings of King David, expressing my own!

False witnesses did rise up; they laid to my charge things that I new not.
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped, therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
Give unto the Lord, O ye mighty, igve unto the Lord glory and strength.
Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.
The voice of the Lord is upon the waters; the God of glory thundereth; The Lord is upon mighty waters.
The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is full of majesty.
The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars; yea, the Lord breaketh the cedars of Lebanon. (I was in the Iron County Jail, in Cedar City, Utah!)
I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
For I have heard the slander of many; fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life.
But, I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said thou are my God.
My times are in they hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
Make they face to sine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies sake.
Let me not be ashamed, O Lord; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.
Let the lying lips be put to silence; which speak grievous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous.
Many sorrows shall be to the wicked: but he that trusteth in the Lord, mercy shall compass him about.
Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.
Judge me, O Lord my God, according to thy righteousness, and let them not rejoice over me.
Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonor that magnify themselves against me.
They sall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of htye house; and tough shalt make them drink of the voice of they pleasure.
There are the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast down, and shall not be able to rise.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all day long.
Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble.
All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they desire my hurt.
When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.
Deliver me not ever unto the will of my enemies: for false witnesses are rising up against me, and such as breath out cruelty.
I had fainted, unless I had believe to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of they living.
Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.
Draw me, not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which peak peace to their neighbors, abut mischief is in their hearts.
Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavors: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.
Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
Many bulls have compassed me; strong bulls of Bashan (bash hand, or blog) have beset round me.
For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a mischievous device (warrants) which they were not able to perform.
be not thou far from me, O Lord; O my strength, hast thee to help me.
Deliver my soul from the sward; my darling from the power of the dog. (Mad Dog Mattis)
Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.
I will declare they name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregations will I praise thee.
. . . none can keep alive his own soul. The Lord is my shepherd . . .
Yea, let none that wait on thee be ashamed: let them be ashamed which transgress without cause.
Show me they ways, O Lord, teach me thy paths.
Lead me in they truth and teach me: for thou art God of my salvation, on thee do I wait all the day.
The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distress.
Consider my enemies for they are many; and they hate me with cruel hatred.
Let integrity and uprightness preserve me: for I wait on thee.
Gather not my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloody men.
In whose hands if full of mischief, and their right hand full of bribes.
But as for me, I will walk in mine integrity: redeem me, and be merciful unto me.
My fort standeth in an even place: in the congregation will I bless the Lord . . .

HOT PLEASURE . . . I LOVE THE SCRIPTURES! ENJOY!

opening scene, you see, all the witnesses, the cop, the defense attorney, a psychic, etc., chained to desks with a computer in front of them, and Thomas, allegedly dead, standing over them, giving them transcripts from the trial, to transcribe
Annabelle Hale is the first witness, against the innocent man in the suit, holding the ax, with blood all over his hands, and the dead, headless CEO on the floor of the elevator, separated from her head, and dude, standing there, saying nothing . . . huge ass scream!
on the door of the empty office complex, where the now, new, Thomas, serial killer is, avenging his wrongful conviction and sentence, it says, REGIONAL MANAGER
allegedly, the insane patient, and notorious, HEADHUNTER, escaped the insane asylum, with another patient, really, just a patsy, and cover, for the innocent man, turned cold blooded killer, who cuts of his own arm, for DNA samples, but burns the other guy, missing an arm, posing as him . . . with Thomas to surprise all involved, scared shitless, when they find him alive, and their new boss . . . Annabelle, told the others, she used to think she had the BOSS FROM HELL, until dealing with this crazy, vengeful, dude! There were some humorous parts, even in all the blood, horror, and carnage, very bloody, very messy, but, hey, there were 26 people killed in connection with my cases, all ruled, suicides, by the county attorney, with the brother a coroner to substantiate or rubber stamp all his claims, to cover the murders of these people, with the CA, being back up to the state crime lab and the F.B.I., but what do I know?
the defense attorney, who missed so many points of evidence, very obvious ones to the killer, now his boss, and the criminal defense attorney in chains and at his mercy, had two cats, named REASONABLE and DOUBT! to remind him of the standard of review to convict, someone in the American system, now extinct!
punctuality, accuracy, fact, truth, seeing is believing . . . Thomas Reddman
some review the facts. some see the truth as something to paint . . . that rings a bell!
for some reason, this, reminded me, of a Senator, Feehery, a very symbolic name, FEEL HER YOU . . . some see the truth as something to paint!
now she has suffered enough . . . Thomas, pulled the eyes out of the woman, who claimed to have psychic powers, who saw things, and testified against Thomas for the prosecution, for an exorbitant fee, the new killer, after arguing with her, and her saying she sees thing, pulled both of her eyes out, then when Annabelle, said that she, the woman, had suffered enough, he took a plastic bag and pulled it over her bloody head, and suffocated, her, and then said, now she has suffered enough . . . she was dead! I have found, that people who get, their due process rights, equal protection of the law, a fair trial, with a fair judge, win or lose, having their day in court, and a good presentation of their side of the story, are, willing to leave things in the hands of the jury, and take their sentencing, like a stand up, man or woman, but when the system if rigged to favor the cops, side of the story, witnesses, juries, and others are tampered with, or prosecutors are helping each other, re-writing jury instructions, when they were previously agreed upon, with only the judge, and both sides counsel, involved, to mysteriously, go from 9 jury instructions to 23? who wrote them? the other prosecutors, who watched the proceedings on short circuit TV? or perhaps the bailiff, who blocked the view of my client, but, assured me, what I was seeing on the outside in the lobby of the court, was actually happening on the inside, revolving doors, and a 45 minute visit with the jury, by the county attorney, later to have subpoenaed, surveillance cameras, doctored to cover the breach of justice . . . and on and on, and while, most people are too rational, sane, and balanced, taking on the chin, there are those feelings of vengeance, that pay out in, some minds, and you better hope and pray, that, your defendant, wrongly accused, and wrongly witnessed against, sentenced on half truths and missing witnesses, is not someone like this dude, very, very scary, but I completely understand, shit, I ran for 4 years, at the attorney, thinking I was being framed, for going after the alleged, criminal justice players, not in t he same way, but, the legal, lawful, constitutional way . . . look where it got me! If anyone deserves to get revenge, it is me!
Mr. Tucker, I'm just happy, that your happy. A company that does not get results, cannot sustain itself. It's time for a performance review. You look terrified, like you are in shock . . . I did my best to get you acquitted. I think you missed a key piece of evidence.
Annabelle is given the task, by Mr. Reddman, to find, the person who really killed the 6 headhunters for the company he had previously worked for . . . she looks through all the old audio and video tapes of the witness interviews, and as she is looking in the cop, evidence log, and the list of witnesses, she finds, one key witness who was never called to testify. She looks at the cop, and asks him, why the discrepancy, in the witness list? And she asks him if this is his signature at the bottom of the form, to get ready for trial. Yes. So, you are the one, who got all of into this mess. If you have 80% of the evidence, you can find the other 20%. So, we are all here, because you withheld evidence? So your corrupt? I just withheld one witness . . .
Reddman had to fuck everything up by beig in the exact same elevator . . . Human Resources
the cop tied to a table, strapped down, face down, when, Reddman, shows him, a severed leg, as blood pools under his body, as he comes to, after being drugged. Is that my leg? Reddman, revs up the saw, and cuts the other leg off, as the cop, screams!
Annabelle, the heroin of the story, is working, each time Reddman, allows her to go to the bathroom, to attempt to unscrew, a heating and air conditioning vent, she finds the matches she, had in her underwear, after the first visit, and after a few days, she has all the screws, undone, and says to herself . . . I really need to go. Okay, let's do this, only to be seen, escaping, and being dumped into a room with two dead bodies, and one very miserable judge, with his mouth, sewed shut, and cuts all over his body, with his black judicial robes by his sides, bare chested and in boxers. He indicates with his head, where some scissors or a knife is, but, dies, in the process of trying to open his mouth! Annabelle, makes it passed her attacker, and frees the other two guys, the defense attorney, and the, delivery boy, she later gets a flashback, that, he was not where he testified, or the tapes, showed him to be, and then she realized, being in shock at the time, what she had missed, in the trial, that, the delivery boy, she was now with, had, actually, given the ax to Reddman, as he stood still in the elevator, in too much shock, seeing his fellow, headhunter, laying with her head chopped off! She, barely escapes, all the men, the defense attorney, fending off the Reddman, the madman, while, Tucker, the real killer, attacks, Annabelle before the cops get there . . . she injures him, but, doesn't kill him, he stabs her in the neck! She survived, as both Reddman and Tucker, the delivery dude, disappear, only to turn up, the night of Annabelle's book about the ordeal, called, NOTHING PERSONAL! Her manager is murdered by Tucker, who comes to kill her for writing the book! She sticks him in the eye with a screwdriver, long enough to run to the street, only to run into Reddman, who saves her by killing, Tucker!
the movie ends with, her, wearing a white gown, covered with blood, to her first book signing, an elegant event, coming in to the horror of, her fans and reader, and says, let me introduce you to the REAL killer, Mr. Tucker, whom, she just had a close encounter of the worst kind, and escaped!

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The Law, is the Law, is the Law--Know Your Rights

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