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*ANY SIMALARITIES TO ANY PERSON,ALIVE,OR DEAD, IN THIS STORY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.*

*ANY SIMALARITIES TO ANY FICTICIOUS CHARACTER IN THIS STORY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.*

A fictitious, life of a 39 year old, childless, single guy, living his life in his mother’s house. When he was remanded to the county, He made an agreement with the D.a. Mostly, that agreement, was made under duress, in part to the lovely living in county jail, and the thought that the last phone call you had a day earlier, was to your hysterical mother, telling you your step dad was getting a new liver. I don’t think the head was all there. Finally, a lawyer comes to speak to you briefly, very briefly. Mr. Smegma, it doesn’t look good. They want to hold you. "For what?"
Previously, a 209a was placed on you, from a coinciding county. That case is still open. Held on that. "So, why am I here now?"
A 209a violation from THIS County."WHAT! When? Where? Who??"" This day, at this time. Completely fictitious. Documented evidence, witnesses, all proves, defendant was nowhere, at no time. Evidence of report, also shows incredible reasonable doubt. A person in "Imminent fear" does not alert authorities 12 hours AFTER the alleged incident, completely corroborated, and false. Also, was never given any paperwork from anyone about this NEW 209a. They served it to the apartment, the OTHER COUNTY TOLD ME TO GET OUT OFF. Which, MR. Smegma heeded that wise opinion, and moved out into a new apartment.
Apparently, at the fact that was stated, Mr.Smegma...had been served. As soon as he was FIRST taken into custody. Only thing is he was made aware of 1 violation of a 209a. HE was NEVER AWARE THERE WERE 2.209A’s.he just didn’t KNOW ABOUT ONE OF THEM, and APARENTLY, the ARRESTING OFFICER didn’t KNOW AS WELL, he just knew there was "outstanding business" So, at the conception of the first 3 week stay at the COCONUT LOUNGE, we are all aware how easy it is to contact friends, or families, or to find some way, to seek legal advice, especially on something like this. He remembers the remanding Judges opinion, as he was being taken into custody for a 3 week hold (which turned into 1 month because of some clause in the law, concerning domestics on you r CORI not what you actually have been proven guilty of), told he should” Take it up with your legislators" He yelled at the Judge, “this is outright bogus!!" 2 weeks go by, eating regurgitated turkey bologna, SMEGMA, has been asking the Sheriff, “I need to be in court, on this day!" "Can you make sure I get there?" They never did, another 2 weeks go by, and NOW, Has a WARRANT FOR ARREST OUT OF STATENKILL COURT.SO, SMEGMA, finally goes BACK in front of the judge. .for the 209a,IN FLYNN, he NEVER KNEW ABOUT IN THE OTHER COUNTY WHERE HE WAS NEVER SERVED, BECAUSE THEY SENT IT TO THE HOUSE THE COINCIDING COUNTY TOLD HIM TO VACATE WEEKS EARLIER!!
Mr.Smegma now is looking at 2 court cases. 1 here is in Flynn court, and the other in Statenkill, the town right next door, but a DIFFERENT county, or so it seems…different worlds...
He proceeds to tell his attorney, who the judge and court, was so KIND to provide to me, IN SUCH SHORT NOTICE, a Lawyer teeming with PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT, and interests of you as his first priority. They’re going to give you a DEAL.... plead GUILTY, to THIS charge, and get 1 year of probation, with batterers class, and therapy for yourself,(Some kind of "mandated “drug and alcohol awareness classes?")
Found that strange, in part to no mention of drugs, or alcohol in ANY of the recorded documents, nor being a friend of Bill W’S.
Now,Mr.SMEGMA, being under duress, from thought of his ailing step dad, and no CONTACT to his FAMILY during a life threatening transplant surgery, his step dad underwent while he was in jail, lack of nourishment, and sleep, he was clearly not in his right frame of mind.
“IF I DO THAT, DO I WALK OUT THAT FRONT DOOR?” ‘SURE YOU DO...” ALMOST SOUNDED LIKE”F%^K YOU TOO! EVEN WITH MISSING MY DATE IN STATENKILL? I TOLD THEM!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE 2 WEEKS AGO!! I’LL ASK. That’s what I got. My answer came back to me, after they were nice to feed all of us. And I won’t complain, the guards at the courts, at least the treat you with respect, at least the ones I’ve encountered at Flynn, and Statenkill.
After waiting long enough for a good nap, I was rushed into an answer. The Plea, 1 year probation, classes, with 2.5 years to serve if you fail to comply to these terms.
Thinking as clearly as able to, I answered. “I walk out that door?” Yes, you do, was the reply.
YOU know what?? I never would have agreed to that in any form, if I wasn’t getting out. My step dad was home, after liver transplant surgery, my mom was a little nervous, and needed some help. I was also engaged in a lot of custody issues at this critical time in my life, which was subsequently interrupted by the state, and rudely, I must add, and deserving of a public apology to my SON, for this, I won’t accept one. Another venomous blog, deserving of a lot of discussion, another time..Another time.
So, I agreed. I signed. I went upstairs; the all went thru the motions. Another Judge, different guy...again, shock. Mr. SMEGMA, and all I was thinking about was my son, my mom and stepdad, my family, how I needed them, how they needed me, things were grim and I was able to make a good income, help out my family,getmy life back here. OH WHICH REMINDS ME, another issue, DMV, and DOR/CSE, and Legislature. The driving restraints, the laws, you pass, concerning child support. I know it’s a delicate issue. I agree, as do many here. I have no problem,”supporting”my son. I never have. I just like it when the laws here, are upheld when you interfere and disrupt the families, that you should have never been involved in to begin with. Take a person’s ability to get to and from their place of employment, or their professional license to earn an income, is essentially, “cutting off the head.”
We all know what happens from there.
MR SMEGMA now found “guilty” of violation of a 209a, that was never properly addressed to the accused to begin with, was put in record. He was photographed, interviewed by probation, and was starting to be uncuffed. Its almost 4 pm. The judge says, “OH. Wait a minute.” He has a warrant out of Statenkill.” The cuffs, almost off, started to tighten again. I jerked back, but it didn’t work.
I stated,” I had mentioned that downstairs to attorney Dale!” Well, they want you remanded.
WHAT!!!!! Complete and udder disdain and disgust overtook me. NO one in Flynn court called, until the last minute, because it didn’t really matter to anyone, I was just money to all of them.
Now, I was on my way BACK, to the jail, to await “Habeas Corpus” to Statenkill, and plead out to a accusation, I was CLEARLY INNOCENT of, only on the premise of my release to be with my AILING FAMILY, and to my CHILD ISSUES which needed my attention..
The next 2 weeks were agonizing. My family was told by my lawyer, Mr.Dale, that I was released.
The Flynn court confirmed this, they also confirmed this to Mr.Smegmas’s hometown police department, who also called the jail, and they were told I was NOT in their custody.Mr. SMEGMA, sat in jail for 2 weeks, awaiting a pretrial at Statenkill, without even being in the system. His family, feared the worst, especially being falsely led to believe, he was released, violating so many civil and criminal acts against my person, and the emotional distress caused on me and my family.
A missing persons report was filed, a week after my Flynn court appearance, with the local police.
STATENKILL, really good lawyer, everyone says how much of a “Lucky Bastard” I am. The judge, seemingly decent man, intelligent. Smegma’s lawyer, Febreezio Goal, says, open and shut.
They were confused as to why I wasn’t at my last arraignment. I just showed him my shiny new jewelry, and explained what happened. Because I made a deal with the DA, it would be hard to reverse (I was told) and because I was”indingent” at the time, the state most likely wouldn’t pick up the tab.
“Let’s just get you out of here right now; we will worry about that shit later.” Totally agree.
Went upstairs. Very relaxed, knew I was going home. My Family was there. That’s all that was in the courtroom. My lawyer, the judge, the bailiff, and the DA. Bail was set at a dollar. I was unchained. It was about 5 pm. I had left my leathers downstairs, so they let me go down the back way, whence I came, to retrieve them.
The judge, exits in the same hallway. We met in the back hall. I thanked him, for releasing me. He smiled, and said,” Not a problem.” Mr. Smegma? The judge said. “I answered, yes, sir? He says, I do found you guilty of one thing. A little nervous, I asked, really? And that would be? He said, you sure are a poor judge of character! Sure know how to pick em!
I’m out.im living back home, because this whole ordeal, cost me over 3 thousand dollars, with the loss of an apartment, tow fees, bail, and any other fee I am missing. My grandparents, loan me 2 thousand, so I can buy a truck, and get back to work. No truck, no work, no motorcycle, no work. No license, nothing. Nanda, zip zero. I’m working, 45 miles from my home, 8, sometimes 10 hours a day, 6 days 7 the following week. I go to probation, and get a listing of classes,
45 MILES in the opposite direction is the classes I must attend. Local hospital, Holy Rosary. Luckily, I was allowed to transfer probation from Flynn, to Indian Hills. That’s where I am living now, with my family..Again. I call, they schedule an intake, and I was told a reminder will be mailed to me.
A week passes, I get the letter, and on it, it states the time as, 10 pm.. I called to confirm this; just too sure, it was all new to me. When I called, I said, “I. I’m Smegma, I received a letter, but I think there is some kind of mistake. Words, I regret to this day saying. “WE do not make MISTAKES SMEGMA, what it is, is what it is!!” Then, I was rudely hung up on. Come to find out, that was the coordinator of the class, Ms.Windy kissleme. So, I waited, and on the day of my appointment, I showed up, I was even 15 minutes early!
At 945 pm, a security guard approached me, at holy rosary, and asked if I needed help’s told him, and showed him my letter, and he stated,” Someone made a mistake.” I asked him very nicely, “could you verify for me my presence here, and sign this for the record?” he obliged.
The next day, I called Mrs. Kisslebum, and explained to her again the letter I received. This time, I called her from probation, while showing the po the letter. She apologized, and agreed to meet me at the probation office, to be more “convenient” for me, for “my lost time.” Sure, ok. I show up, about 330 pm, and meet ms.kisslebum. Now, just for a refresher, I am mandated for these classes. I still have the ORIGINAL CASE awaiting trial, in STATENKILL. I am here, taking this class, because I made A DEAL with the STATE, that I will, and I am here.
Ms.Kisslebum, asks me various questions, informing me of requirements, writing down my information, and the SUCH. We finally get to the intake part and she asks me a battery of questions concerning my dating relationships. Did I do this? No. Did you do that? Nope. It says here, you “grabbed her neck and hit her.” Now once again, I am still awaiting trial for this, of which I was just questioned.
So, I am neither incriminating myself, nor admitting I would ever do that. I explained that what she just asked me was still an open case, and I would prefer not to speak about that, especially after being advised by a lawyer not to talk about it with anyone. Who would? Once again, VAWA funds, hard at work for the consumer. I was reminded that if I decided not to ADMIT to the charges I was accused of, my probation would be violated, and I would return to jail, to serve 2.5 years.
QUESTION. Who, would “admit” to charges that were still under current litigation and NO presumption of guilt was found yet?!??! WHO WOULD INCRIMINATE THEMSELVES??
She violated me. Both judicially, and mentally.
There was no explaining to this woman, this unrealistic, man hating, she woman, ms.kisslebum, which I surely wasn’t going to admit to something A. I know I didn’t do. And B. Incriminate myself, and saying I did, when the case is still open??
My probation was returned to Flynn. Indian Hills, gave me a substance test, which I passed, and told me to report to Flynn in the morning. Which I did. When I arrived in Flynn, I showed probation, the letter, stating inaccurate time, and explained to her the situation concerning the questions, and the 5th amendment violations if I incriminated myself before I went to Statenkill, for the STILLOPEN CASE AWAITING TRIAL. I was told, find a class, I don’t care just do it. I peed in a cup, passed another test, went home, and found another class. 50 miles, south of Indian Hill. Now I am driving, 50 miles north of home, to go to work, then 100 miles south from there, to go to probation, and these classes.
Spending well over 375 a week in gas, and fees, I was once again drowning, most of my money was needed for survival for my family, who just recovered from a organ transplant, and retaining fees for family lawyers, out of state.
At one time, the motorcycle came in handy, to get there and back, while saving a few bucks to pay that outrageous fee of 135 dollars a week for batterers intervention at four squared mental health center.
Then, we had to sell the bike, to put food on the table, and 1200 dollars in arrears for child support, or fear losing the license, which would have been the demise for someone who RELIES on it FOR money.
I was leaving work, in New Hampshire, to go to probation, another 200 dollar day, if not more.
I left a little early, to get my truck inspected on the way, and grab some lunch. On my way thru Indian Hills, I was pulled over by the police, for said inspection sticker, which was now 4 days past its inspection date, a very minor infraction. The officer approached, I sat quietly, and waited for him.
“License and registration.” I obliged, explained what I was reaching for, and when. I handed him all my legal and valid paperwork, and asked,” what seems to be the problem officer?” Your sticker was the reply. I told him I was on my way to Rosie’s garage, to get one. OK, let me run these and you will been your way. 10 minutes goes by, he returns with my license, and a ticket. He hands me both. I ask him very nicely,” do you think you can look past this sticker? I am on my way to the garage, you can call there and verify it, and I have an appointment.” Nope. You had almost a week, should have done it by now. I wasn’t going to argue, no time, didn’t feel like a pissing contest with some young brass, could care less.
I cared, after I said, with a very sarcastic smirk,”Yeah, thanks keep up the good work.”
He tossed the paperwork at me thru the open window, scattering everything all over the floor of my truck. He stood there, smirking at me. I said, “Excuse me; I need to open my door, get my stuff.”
When I did, he stepped back, I bent over to get my things, and I heard the distinct “click” of a holster unbuttoning. As I turned my head to the left, I seen an arm reaching into my truck, grabbed me by the head, and tossed me onto the pavement. “Don’t you fucking move!” All I seen was the business end of a 9mm handgun. In the console of my truck, in the door’s arm, I had a miniature “gun” cigarette lighter, an incredibly tiny version of an antique shotgun, no more than 3 inches in length, which was misconstrued as a weapon, don’t know how, or what magazines the cop was reading, but this surely does not qualify as a weapon. Once again, according to Officer Lamb skirt, this was now “probable cause” to search my vehicle. I didn’t care about him searching, I had nothing to hide, knock yourself out.
I was cuffed, for his “protection”. I sat on the bumper of my truck, in the rear, while he conducted a search. He went right for my ashtray, now keep in mind, I am on PROBATION, subjected to random drug searches and tests, one of which I passed, a week earlier. He found a marijuana roach, more “probable cause.”He removed my duffle bag. Inside this bag, were my riding leathers, and all my safety gear, working in a motorcycle dealership, these are requirements, and I am a damn good driver, trained with New Hampshire State police, as well as most of New England Police associations, I took my motorcycle training seriously, as well as my job. I purchased a pair of leather gloves, reinforced, purchased at a Police equipment store, Venus, I think it was called. Well, I was made aware that this officer classified these gloves as an “illegal weapon, “and was another charge. Funny, they are a weapon, not legal for sale in Massachusetts, but LEGAL, if you are a cop? I guess the guy at the store I bought them from, thought I was a cop.
Now, my truck seats are removed from my truck, the rug was peeled back, and he was in a frenzy, asking me “where the big stash” is. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He cuffed me to the trailer ball hitch on my truck now, made me sit on the ground, in between the cruiser, and my truck, and could have been killed if someone hit that police car. Under Neath the spare tire, in the back, 10 feet from me, under the rug, he found a partially soaked m80 firework. Obvious to me, not a big deal, bought the truck from someone in New Hampshire, and it was only a firecracker. He charged me with it. You wouldn’t even believe the charge. A FELONY. Felonious possession of an infernal device, G.L. c. 266, s 102A.
Now, my truck is towed, I am arrested for;
1. Possession of Marijuana, and paraphernalia.
2. Possession of a dangerous weapon. (Sap Gloves.)
3. Possession of an infernal device.
4. Inspection sticker violation.
I get to the station, I am booked, and luckily, the courthouse was opened, so I was brought there.
The judge, Judge Darning, wanted to see the “device” She was shown the wet firecracker in a sandwich bag.
She threw it out. She offered me a CWOF, plead guilty to the inspection sticker, and the pot, be found guilty of possession of the “illegal” gloves, and it will continue, and all be dismissed in 90 days.
I knew the fix was in, it didn’t really matter anyway, and I picked up new charges, and had a probation hearing in Flynn. I agreed, paid a fine of 300 bucks and was released. I got my truck out, and went to probation the next day after work, as soon as I got my sticker.
I went to Flynn, explained to probation what happened, showed them pictures of the “gun” lighter, took a drug test, and passed, showing the pot wasn’t mine, receipt for gloves from a police equipment store, in Massachusetts, illegally selling weapons to people, just “cop” people.
I was nervous about jail, and empathized my need to not lose my job, for my families’ sake, and my own ruin. I was told I would “re probate,” and avoid jail time. The judge, Judge Moron-ETTA, didn’t agree.
He called me a “terrorist” re probated me, and gave me 90 days to serve. Once again, screwed by this system, and trusting in a judicial system that cares only for the money, and cares not about someone’s innocence. I went back to the COCONUT LOUNGE jail, and was released, by the Sheriff, on Christmas Eve, which was on a Sunday, that year, which is also unheard of, being released on a Sunday, and a holiday to boot. The sheriff seen the mistakes, and gave me the benefit of the doubt.
Another Christmas lost. I was to be traveling to see him that weekend. Because I didn’t call (Hmm wonder why?) His mother told me to forget about it, and I wasn’t making it there, in a snow storm, 989 miles away to see him right ON Christmas. Thanks once again Massachusetts.
Because of the arrest, and losing work for 90 days, the great job I ONCE HAD was taken from me. Thanks Massachusetts. Now, I’m slacking fries, for 10 bucks an hour, 1/3 of what I normally make,
To catch up on child support, continue with batterers (yea, from almost a year ago).
I fell behind on child support, and lost the license. I borrowed more money from Grandpa, to get it back, which if it wasn’t for him, I don’t know where I would be. Billy, mom’s husband, took a turn for the worse.
His body rejected the liver, and he was in remission, and a fast decline. At that moment in time, I realized how important my family and my son really are to me. The state of Massachusetts, can kiss my ass if it thinks my family is less important to me than their mistakes they made with me. From misrepresentation, to judicial misconduct, and all of it in between.
I kept going to these classes, but could not afford them anymore. I was awarded, “present no credit”
I had to sell the truck. Bill wasn’t working, mom had to miss a lot of work due to his condition, and we needed bills paid..Sell the truck.
On September 11th, 2006, I told probation, and Massachusetts, to kiss off. On this day, my country lost nearly 3000 people, and I wasn’t taking any more from this system. On this day, my step dad, Billy, shared his birthday. It didn’t mean much to him anymore, sharing it with a loss of so many fellow Americans, and knowing of his impending death. I wasn’t going to miss the chance, to see smiles on the faces of my family, so probation, and all the rest of them, could wait till the 12th.
I called probation, and told my Po Montboobery, I couldn’t make it, could I check in at Indian Hill?
I had no vehicle, nor any money to make the drive to Flynn. I was told, “if you do not show up tomorrow, you will be violated, and finish off the 2.5 years.
Tomorrow came. Billy went to Lahey that morning. I called to tell her, I was at the hospital with Bill, well documented even up till now. If I could get an extra hour to check in. I was screamed at like some little child, threatened with jail time, and even more for “violating probations recommendations.”
I told her to eat shit. You know where I am come here and get me. I was tired of the games.
I was tired of the BS. I was tired of being stretched out so thin, that I became transparent.
I took a stand. I refused to report in person. For the next year, I called Kelly Montboobery EVERY DAY to check in with her. I never showed. I stopped taking the classes, I stopped feeding the beast.
You know what happened? On December 17, 2007 Billy passed away. End stage liver failure, with him succumbing to a heart attack. 3 years ago, he helped me to stay sober, and I have since July 6th, 2005.
After I felt my mother was somewhat stable, about 2 months after, in February, of 2008, I turned myself in.
I was immediately placed in custody, and remanded to the COCONUT LOUNGE for 2.5 years.
If this hasn’t sickened you to the point of vomiting, before he died, my mother and him, where hustled into a new mortgage before he died. Which I found out in 2009, upon my release, someone forged my mother’s name on the mortgage. Of course, why would Countrywide, or Bank of America, screw anyone??
Especially a dying man, or a disabled, widowed, woman?? My time in Jail, my mother hired a private lawyer for me. His name is Derek, Shadey. Perfect name. He charged her 5 thousand dollars, for a shitty “motion of consideration.” On Christmas Eve. Of 2008, I was sent back to jail, denied any reconsideration.
Also, during that time, Derek Shadey, never consulted with me, communicated with my mother, or did anything to protect my rights, and she did not know if he was still my lawyer. She gave another lawyer, one thousand dollars, to “review” my paperwork, and see what was involved. His name is Dr.Drew Romanoshwitz. He took 1 thousand dollars from a disabled, widowed woman, to call Flynn court, and have my case faxed to him. 1 Thousand dollars for a phone call. So, finally, I meet Derek Shadey. On Christmas Eve, in Flynn court, for a “reconsideration” hearing. DENIED. My mother, all alone, my son, without his dad, again, sat in the court, and cried. Useless, this system is useless. It does not protect, it destroys.
I was released from custody on March 15, 2009. (ET tu Brute’?) 1 month from my release, on parole, I got a job. I was working at a motorcycle dealer again, making better money than before. In May, 2009.I renewed my license, no problems. Then, in June, 2009...one came up. According to Mass DMV, I had “out of state” issues, that needed resolving. I went to NH, and was made aware of driving after suspension charges. It happened, on July 2007. Which was highly impossible? If I was in trouble in New Hampshire for this in 2007, I would have been arrested, and held, because I was on PROBATION FROMFLYNN.
I was NEVER arrested in NH on that date. I didn’t feel like fighting, and paying a 500 dollar fine seemed easier.
Only thing, no one told me that taking a plea would subsequently mark my driving license, and I was hit with a 60 day suspension. Guess what?? My disabled mother drove me to Boston, from Indian Hill every day, both ways, until then. On day 59, my mom, had a Lupus flare up (she was diagnosed with systemic Lupus) and couldn’t get out of bed. I had no choice but drive myself to work. So, I figured what the hell! If I don’t go to work, I will lose my job, if I don’t pay my support, I’ll go to jail, if I drive I go to jail.
Hmm, feed my family, stave off fraudulent foreclosure, go to jail, and lose my job. Lot of shit, not enough plate. I drove to work.
Guess what?? I was pulled over on my way, in a small quaint town called,” Groovy Land.” A town that my parole officer said, “even I know to not drive thru there.” For Guess what?? A sticker violation.
Judge Darting was kind enough to release me on a PR, and spoke with my parole officer. She also requested my release.
Guess what?? I lost that job.. ONCE AGAIN, THANKS MASSACHUSETTS.
Here I am now, 2012 had another job, real far from Indian Hill, in a town called “flaming ham” at another, and you guessed it, motorcycle shop.
I was told to take a National safety course,formy “driving.” HMM..Never had an accident in 22 years, 1 speeding ticket, and never a serious infraction to date.
I was being crushed by family court, both in Massachusetts, and in South Carolina. I was behind on my support, 2200 dollars, roughly the same amount a man I heard of named Tom, owed, and subsequently, because of the flagrant disregard, destruction of his family, and incredibly violent interference on him, and his children’s lives by the STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, commited suicide, and that state owes Tom, and his family, nothing less than complete SERVITUDE to his heirs.
Now, 2012. I have 2 looming fines I never paid. About 450 a piece. I was ordered to partake in community service. I did for one day. Then I started to look for work again. Only because mom lost her job, not like where she worked,”SLINFEN” even appreciated the 6 years of her service, she was forced to retire, due to her absences, unfortunately, SLINFEN,doesn’t take a day off, if LUPUS only did. As well, she had doctor’s authorization for her called out days. Her company is a bottom dwelling bunch of state issued street thugs. They prey on the mentally ill, drive their employees like slaves, and milk the taxpayer for a lot, while providing very little, subpar, unsanitary, and unstable conditions, for client, as well as employee, breeding violence among clients, as was demonstrated in Severe, Mass. when a client killed a staff member with a brick to the head.
I am in contempt. I owe Flynn 450 dollars, and I defied the judge by not performing community service.
So, if contempt is a charge, what sentence does it bring?
I also have a fine in Clinton. 450 dollars. If I had a job, no problem, if I had mylicense,no problem, If I had my Son, no problem, if Massachusetts would leave me the FUCK ALONE, and let me WORK, so I CAN CARE FOR MY FAMILY,NO PROBLEM.
IT SEEMS TO ME, THAT MASSACHUSETTS HAS THE PROBLEM. YOU ARE AN INTERFERING, OVERBEARING,
CLUSTERFUCK. YOU HAVE CAUSED TREMENDOUS PAIN IN MY LIFE, MY SONS LIFE, AND MY FAMILY.
THE PROBLEM YOU NOW HAVE IS ME. THE GLOVES ARE OFF. I AM OFFICIALLY DECLARING WAR ON YOU AND YOUR PUNY FLACID LITTLE STATE. YOU HAVE PUSHED ME, AND PUSHED ME.YOU HAVE STOLEN MY SON FROM ME.YOU HAVE CRUCIFIED ME, WHEN ALL I WANTED WAS TOO PROVIDED TO MY FAMILY, AND ENJOY MY GOD GIVEN RIGHTS OF “LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OD HAPPINESS.”
I SMASH YOUR FACE WITH MY GLOVE. EVERYTHING THAT HAS COME OUT OF THIS MOUTH, CAN BE DOCUMENTED, I HAVE ENOUGH PROOF TO SHOW YOU. YOU DECIDED YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW LAW, YOU DECIDED THAT YOU WERE “ABOVE ALL”
I SIT HERE, COILED, READY TO STRIKE.POKED AT, PRODDED, AND HARRASSED, BY A BUNCH OF IDIOTS, BRAZEN FOOLS, WHO KNOW FULL WELL THAT WHEN YOU PLAY WITH A SNAKE, YOU MIGHT BE BIT.
YOU HEAR THE DEATHRATTLE; YOU SEE THE ANGER IN ITS EYES.IT JUST WANTS PEACE, TO BE LEFT ALONE. YOU DISTURBED ITS LIFE, YOU TERRORIZED THE CREATURE, YOU CAUSED FEAR, AND HARM TO ITS FAMILY, TO ITS DEN, ITS HOME.
YOU SEE THE GLISTENING OF THE FANGS; YOU WILL FEEL ITS PAIN. YOU WERE WARNED BEFORE, YOU ARE BEING WARNED AGAIN. HEED THE WARNING, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE. I AM DONE LIVING IN FEAR; YOU MUST FEEL THE VENOM, FEEL THE PAIN OF THE BITE.
“DON’T TREAD ON ME.”