Let's make WHOOPEE for E.S!

Reid Welch

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Hooray
! I am cleared of all criminal charges; all of them were false.
Only my name is Mudd, my relationship of 26 years seems to be fracturing, and my health is further ruined; irreparably-so.

I will seek restitution. I can't =work= for a living, but, by god,

I hope to be able to, some day ere long, give some financial aid to E.S.!


Money is tight for almost every one of us.

When I get some bling of my own, I will be tithing to E.S., you bet!
 
Folks, I am not 'high'. I am cold sober, always.
I only just now, today, freed myself from a bloody-awful legal meat-hooking.

Jailbird friends, they cannot read internet-anything, nothing but crap for TV, at best,
my dear, missed brothers, all said, "Welch, you kicked out a cruiser's windows???
It don't make no difference whether you acted to save your life from heat stroke and fist-to-the-face,
while cuffed, that attempted, murder-attempt of that shxxt for a cop;
YOU DESTROYED cop-property. YOU are gonna do hard time, just like the rest of us."

I despaired for days, week, rotting in "pre-trial jail."

I got bailed out at tremendous cost, over five grand cost, to my Ernie, as yet, unrecoverable.

I am a free man. But I lost, figuratively, years of potential life in three weeks.
Now, I am so very happy. THE POWER of positive thinking:

'the little engine that could', DID.

I am redeeming my poor sad-sack self.

And I say this here in General, IT IS ALL GOOD, after all.

And I am gonna crow to the moon: "I can fly OVER and around and back home again be-caws I am a wise Crow,
after all; not a mere roll-over possum.

OH, happy day! I feel alive, so alive. I have Brillo pads. Maybe later after some needed sleep,
I will rub shiny black Planet Bike fenders to dull, and have 'em ready for when the Lime is ready to roll again.

I love life so much....
I love E.S. because, as a "founder" of sorts, E.S. has sustained me through many a dark and hopeless day.
Sometimes I'm silent and gone. Sometimes I'm a happy as as kid goat in clover.

OVER! :D

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George is me and I am him, or wish I were...
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Only in America? I think not!


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many edits and pre-post-response changes all owe to my reading and re-reading my words.
I always make typos and dyslexic errors, and so, some posts show "22" edits, for instance, before I'm satisfied
that I don't look stupie just because I have low vision, and color blindness as this:
red green near total, inherent, normal for what is is, blindness

... and word-blindness. page magnifier is no help for a semi dyslexic.

so there
we
are.


Member Five, Full Alive!
 
fechter said:
Way to go Reid.
Thank you, fechter. But is is not a way to go.
I'm permanently damaged emotionally and physically: truly an example, for all, of bad police work gone, very, very wrong.

The story became so complex, that it is best to let it lay.
Perhaps, and I do often dream unrealistically, someday I'll get some compensation for days in hell-hole jail,
for that assault and...it just goes on.
I did not expect to "beat the rap", so vile it was, so...you are so toally MARKED for harassment once into the system.

Even the Coral Gables Police have yet to contact me with details about HOW I can get my Lime's wheel paid for;
I have nothing but a 'case number', and that took a half dozen pass-around phone calls to cajole. And nothing may happen,
she may just go on her merry way. I know for sure, I will be fitting the bright green flashing valve caps and lighting the Lime at night, like a geek-o-bike
that all will say of: "he's nuts."

Most bikers ride at night here, a few with tiny blinky lights, but many black men and women, on old beathers, no reflectors, and in dark clothes;
the cops don't GIVE them free reflectors and safety lectures: they steal and steam roller over their bikes, instead, in one instance I can vouch for:
my donated '98 Giant that "T" got use of for less than a month before MCP destroyed the bike =in his hidden view=. Black and at night, you can see distances...

Time for postitive thoughts! I know I cannot now be "harmed" again by the system.

I want to help make the system better, instead of just lazing in this chair.

But foremost, if (big dream) I get a settlement, a stipend, for instance, I want to pass a few dollars on to ES

The rest: to live on, support my family, and to set up a volunteer program as my siggie's bottom sort of premises.

I'll try. Work and reality are generally both out of reach for me. I am a strange and difficult person.

YOU and others here have been rocks of stablity; tens of thousands of hours of monitoring and housekeeping...for what?
What get you from E.S?

For me, it's a virtual home. I should help to pay the mortgage costs on the home, at least, that would be a hope.

I will never be nor want to be any sort of moderator nor administrator at this or any other forum of note, but for one:

It may be named "copsandrobbersandangels@freeforums.com" but as yet, it is not even started.
Nor may its social premise be workable: a place for exmates to blow off frustrations (they have it BAD), and for good cops
to sooth worn, damaged people, and for "bad' cops to redeem and learn empathy; reduce recidivism, etc.

:| No harm now can come in trying new ways, other than I get capped as in....


Thanks, 'way to go', fecter', the other cornerstone of this place,
and long you worked, both here, and for the good of of its lost VVVVVsplatttt, predecessor.

r.
 
While in "pre-trial jail" did you get an E-bike tattoo? Instead of "Thug Life" in giant letters across your abdomen like Tupac, maybe W=V X A ?

or R=E/I Resistance equals Energy (Volts) divided by Inductance? (I=Amps?) If only there was a "D" at the end! (Perhaps ES#6?)

maybe A=P/W+T (Acceleration equals Power divided by Weight plus Traction). Can we call you Re-Dizzle, my nizzle?
 
spinningmagnets said:
While in "pre-trial jail" did you get an E-bike tattoo? Instead of "Thug Life" in giant letters across your abdomen like Tupac, maybe W=V X A ?

or R=E/I Resistance equals Energy (Volts) divided by Inductance? (I=Amps?) If only there was a "D" at the end! (Perhaps ES#6?)

maybe A=P/W+T (Acceleration equals Power divided by Weight plus Traction). Can we call you Re-Dizzle, my nizzle?
We should have fun and expose all the dirt, but in a funny way.

IF YOU ARE EVER arrested, give no lip. Speak as if a lamb.
IF you make error and DUI, say nothing for:

Such a life-valuable video of philosophy, I repeat it for it is to be watched every day, to gain wisdom:
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the last proverb, in particular...it is of =them=.


I told of some of the horrors in The now-locked-at-my-request Haven thread.

Some funny things: I outright told my jail-brothers, all tough men of decades of cycling through the system,
"Look. I kicked out cruiser windows. The cop tried to kill me". They laughed, and seriously noted, "You are NEVER gonna get out of here."
I nearly did not. I nearly died of starvation, the aftershocks (shakes) of the beating; the near total denial of vital meds
that I need (the diazepam, for my SLE: NOT ALLOWED.

They, the guys in my cell-block, all knew of my orientation. Vastly curious, yet tolerant, they kidded me, but, I could kid them back.
I could cajole the biggest, roughest, black man 6 foot five of 250 lbs of meanness, seeming, and make him laugh.

Little me. I fit into any crowd. So did my dad, mix well in person with any people of any life-station.

Partial salvation, by a thug:
Next morning: two extra slices of white bread on my breakfast-dog-food plate, without comment.
They watched me losing weight day by day: ten pounds lost in about sixteen days. An apple pressed into my hand.
An extra 8oz of skimmed milk, warm but still fresh, put on my rack. They cared to keep me from killing myself in despair.

They all have extra rations, for they are long-timers and have secret deals with the food-serving "trusties" for extra dinner-dog-trays of...unbelievably bad food.

in this allegedly short term "pre-trial" facility, which it is not: it is a grim and filthy prison. They cope and do not harm their brothers, at all.
I like thugs very much for this reason: they have a code of honor. Angry, ruined, unemployable, many too mentally ill (schizoid) to be released,
because they'll quit their meds and go on crime sprees again. But, medicated and made normal, they are all average to brilliant minds, in their ways.

They are not dummies, but they are dangerous to cross. Time to make them feel like humans, wanted, socially useful, again, say I.
 
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I can hear confused lookers-inners, saying "WTH!"


hint: at some point in future times, E.S. MUST go commercial, or rely upon our dimes.

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ALSO I AM FREE, AND MAYBE (IN MY DREAMS), GONNA GET SOME BLING-GO!


WHOOPEEEE




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My friends all call me "Puck"; rhymes with 'duck'...or sump'in.
 
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