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So, on that early morning, when I acted in self-defense and shot my brother
who had threatened to kill me and my Father, and had already assaulted and
bloodied me, and after only a few hours before, during that night, had threatened to shoot and kill three police officers to their faces, if they tried to arrest him - officers who had responded to come over to my home due to a "domestic call"
- three trained law enforcement officers with badges, guns, handcuffs, nightsticks,
pepper spray, the works - who had a direct lethal threat communicated to them
from my brother, (THAT is what a BAD ASS my brother was and these three
police officers were afraid of him and were not about to mix it up with him)
who just completely shirked their duty, their sworn oath to Serve and Protect,
who exhibited gross negligence, who just scratched their asses and left the house,
and left me 'holding the bag' and 'twisting in the wind'
(I'm leaving a lot of detail out) and after that, the situation greatly deteriorated over the next five hours, leading up to the the tragedy which occurred.
Then, the police responded again (a little too damn little, a little too damn late!)
and they called the closest relative, who lo and behold, just happened to be my
older sister in Raleigh... well, she practically rocketed down to Fuquay that
morning to "assist" the police in any way she could.
Yeah, my sister "assisted" the police and really "assisted" the detective in charge.
She "assisted" her sorry ass off. and then my younger sister flew up from Florida
the next day to lend her "assistance". She dropped everything she was doing,
leaving her job, her husband, her family, and stayed up here in North Carolina for
over the next two weeks, to join in a tag-team "assistance" with my older sister,
with the police, with the detective, the DA's Office and the prosecutor assigned
to my case, in order to make double sure I would be 'put away' this time- and
even to put me to death if possible.
(Venice, my sister lives near Fort Lauderdale, near you, so be very careful. There
are a lot of Whack-Jobs in Broward County and my sister is definitely one of them)
So, agendas were flying all over the place. My older sister wanted to put me away
so that she would gain materially. Her agenda was and has been transparent. She
really is a Jabba the Hut, not only in stature, but mainly in morality (or lack thereof).
She has a Mercenary Heart sitting atop a Black Hole Stomach. She is a Sucking
Greed Machine who could NEVER be completely sated.
My younger sister's agenda was/is more opaque. It is based on some kind of twisted,
really warped kind of revenge she has conjured in her mind against me. She abruptly
broke off all relations with me five years ago, after going to some psychotherapist
and being prescribed antidepressants in the class of Prozac, Paxil, Zoloft, Luvox, etc.
Maybe that shit "helps" some people, but that class of drugs has a very Dark Side
and has had tremendous negative impact on some people. These pills changed my
sister. (Some refer to these drugs as "Soul-Killers") She under went a radical change in personality. I would not put one of these brain poison pills in my mouth and swallow it, under any circumstances.
Maybe the psychotherapy my younger sister received helped change her too.
Maybe her counselor helped to recover memories from my sister's past...
like long ago, when I forced my sister to take part in a Satanic Ritual where
babies were sacrificed, or some other similar "recovered memories".
(We talk about jWs being 'braindead' - but some of these Phooey-Dooey
Newey-Agey-Psycho-Babbling-Airheaded-Therapists can be just as braindead
and cause just as much damage)
The police detective's agenda was transparent... at least to me. Here was a chance,
an opportunity for the joker to get a career boost, at my expense. Get a murder
conviction under his belt (maybe his first) and get a promotion to add to his resume. He was/is second in line as the assistant Chief of Police in the small town in which I live. Maybe he's got his eyes set on the Boss's job?
The prosecutor assigned to my case? His agenda? My guess is the same as the
detective's. He assigned himself to my case. He is second man to the District Attorney for the County of Wake in North Carolina. His job mainly is to assign cases out to other assistant district attorneys, but he decided to keep my case for himself.
Maybe he's got his eye on his Boss's job. Maybe he smelled victory in court.
He had two sisters testifying against their own brother in a murder case.
How could he lose? He did lose. My lawyer gave him the ass-whipping of his life.
Poor guy. I think he 'lost heart' in my case at some point, when he finally realized the lies and agendas of my sisters and it dawned on him that 'he'd been had'.
I don't know that to be a fact, but from my point of view there in the courtroom,
during my trial, this prosecutor seemed to lose steam. By The Way, my Two ChickenShit Sisters never took the stand in my trial, to "testify" against me. They had, by that time, a pretty good idea of what my attorney would do to them, if they dared.
The jury saw that - my sisters' reluctance to come forward, take the stand,
to speak against me under sworn oath. That made a difference to the jury.
It also made a difference to them that I was willing to come forward and take the
stand and talk, even though I didn't have to do that. I could have let my lawyer
do all the talking for me, and the prosecutor or judge or anyone else could NOT
have forced me to take the stand against my will.
I wanted to take the stand and talk.
I think it boiled down in the end, that the jury saw my sisters had taken the
Low Road, and I had taken the High Road.
My sisters pretended to be the advocate of my brother, to be genuinely distraught
at his untimely death. They put on the facade of having loved him dearly and that
he was an innocent lamb who had been slaughtered and I was the villian who they
claimed murdered him, and that my father who was an integral part of and
eyewitness to this tragedy... was lying to protect me, his only son, now.
My sisters were putting on this pretense, all the while knowing who and what
my brother was, what he had done, what he was capable of doing, but they hid
this truth from the prosecution and spun a web of deceit, instead.
They also hid their cold-hearted HATRED of my brother.
I loved my brother and tried countless times to help him, despite what he did to me.
My sisters long ago abandoned him, disowned him, and one said verbally she
did not even consider him her brother. Their hyprocrisy in that courtroom was Staggering.
It was absolutely Stupefying.
My sisters, when I was in the County Jail awaiting to be bonded out,
(thanks to my two sisters, my wait lasted two weeks) when my father was not
at our house, broke in the house and stole my brother's medical records, as well as
many other things. Especially did my older sister want the medical records where a
psychiatrist, years earlier had diagnosed my brother as "paranoid-schizophrenic".
(my brother had been committed to mental institutions four times in his life)
She wanted that information hidden from coming out, because that knowledge
would serve to help my case.
(One of the jurors later said, after trial, in the newspaper, that the situation
I lived in was a powder keg waiting to explode - living with an unmedicated
paranoid-schizophrenic)
The only "medications" my brother took were alcohol and street drugs,
which only worsened his condition.
After my father and I searched and searched and could not find my brother's
medical records in his room, in the whole house... and my father phoned my older
sister to ask if she had them or knew their whereabouts, she said: "No."
Shortly after that, my lawyer succeeded in getting a Superior Court Judge to grant
full release of all my brother's past, private medical records... and my sister must have gotten spooked, because the next day she turned over copies of my brother's medical records to the prosecutor at his office.
And in a formal Superior Court hearing, a few weeks before my trial, and in front
of the Superior Court Judge who presided at my trial, my attorney forced my sister
to take the stand, under sworn oath, and she had to admit stealing my brother's
medical records from our house, from his room.
Anyway, to try again to condense this long "sharing" of myself - when all this shit, and I do mean SHIT was going down... and I'm dealing with Sibling Treachery,
(when I was in county jail and told some of the 'hardened' criminals what was going
down with me, even They said they'd never encountered such vicious treachery)
dealing with deceptive law enforcement officers, dealing with a top prosecutor
who wants a conviction so bad he can taste it, dealing with the stigma
of being falsely accused, dealing with a small town newspaper who convicted me
in the Court of Public Opinion before I even went to trial, (I'm in the process of
suing them for libel and defamation of character at the moment... and their hack
reporter who did the hatchet pieces on me in their newspaper, was "down-sized")
dealing with the worsening flare-ups of my many physical health problems due
to the stress of the ordeal I was undergoing... still, I was getting some support.
All that while, I was getting phone calls and snail mail and email from friends
who were supporting my position, and who were really putting into application
that lofty principle of The Presumption of Innocence.
And I sure did appreciate that support (and still do) more than all you who gave it
will ever know. I was still reading Usenet and the old H2O board, even though
Rick Righteous had kicked me off it. Hey, maybe Simon will kick me off this board
after I post this, my "long sharing of a piece of me"... we'll see.
(BTW, Rick kicked me off of H2O for telling a joke about "You Know". Rick
accused me of trying to start an Orson Wellesian "War of the Worlds" type of
hysteria with my joke on YK)
So, I never bothered to go back and post on H2O, what with all the the punk
high school hall monitor Moderators who patrolled the board, after my "punishment"
had ended... but I did keep reading it from time to time.
Especially during my ordeal leading to trial, did I read H2O for any shred of support I was getting, for a boost to my morale. And I did get much support.
And what a boost it was!
One day, after Doug Checketts (most of y'all know him as "Farkel") made a long phone call to me, on his dime, to check up on me, to see how I was doing and then report back to H2O to tell the regulars, he posted this:
* http://www.intrex.net/tallyman/DOUGIE.html
All replies to this New Thread which Farkel started were positive and supportive,
with the exception of one - the last person who weighed in - COMF
Here's what COMF had to say:
* http://www.intrex.net/tallyman/COMF.html
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(Many Thanks to Osarif for saving those Logs/Archives of the old H2O
* http://www.geocities.com/osarsif/h2o.htm
* http://www.geocities.com/osarsif/index2.htm
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Don't I get ANY ( ( ( H u g s ) ) ) now?
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