I think I committed a crime tonight, or was a conspiracy to one.
Oh, no, that brings on the Cops Project. Bad trip, bad trip, no way. Last time I was in Cop Land, I got thrown against a wall and got my head banged into the car roof and got the cuffs twisted on my wrists in a failed attempt to cause wrist damage for a lifetime.
The cop stood over, and threatened to grind my brains into the pavement. It was a pleasant moment, to be threatened with murder by a cop with your hands cuffed. If only he would try it, then I might have died and you would not be reading this.
Oh God, cops love to fight. I've been arrested two whole times in my life and both times I was a Goddamn psycho. Once I screamed as I was being bailed out, "FUCK YOU!" with acrobatics, while the people who bailed me screamed at me to shut up. And I didn't even get re-arrested. That shows we have an incredible amount of civil rights in this country.
In the one jail, it was entertaining. There were these guys, White guys, wasted out of their minds and in jail, of all possible places. It was at the beach, where I always lived and hung, of course.
"Whaooooooooo! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!"
It was a song, you had it admit. They sung it to a tune. The jailers would come by once in a while and order them to shut up, and then the band would start again.
No one sympathized with me. I told everyone I knew that I got arrested two times for starting fights with cops who bugged me, and everyone agreed that I deserved to get popped and that I was an insane and stupid scum of the Earth moron.
Actually, I thought it was a glorious act of defiance.
The cop knocked on the door of the car. I looked out the window and the cop was there. I knocked the cherry off the joint, made sure it was dead, and swallowed away, no problems. Most everyone to this day insists I was insane for doing that. It was smart, I swallowed the jay, and the evidence was gone, ha ha piggers good one huh?
There is another crime called destruction of evidence. I had never learned that, but it was pure theater anyway.
I spit at the shoes of the cops that towered above as I sat. I spat right between their shoes and missed and missed. I was informed that if the spit hit the shoes, I was going to die. That made it even more fun.
The Get Arrested Project worked, twice in a row, and now my whole world hated me. It was supposed to be a joke, but now I had a criminal record.
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Police Brutality in Houston
In Houston, Texas, police chase burglar Jack Holley until they clip him with a police car. He falls to the ground, and puts his heads over his head in a surrender pose while lying flat on the ground. A number of cops surround him and beat him up badly. One officer kicks him repeatedly, apparently in the head. Then another officer gets on the ground and pounds him repeatedly with his fists. Then the officer who kicked him first kicks him again, several times, this time on his legs.
Problem was it was all caught on videotape.
A federal judge has ordered that the video can only be shown in a courtroom and that it cannot be broadcast on the air. The DA, police chief and mayor agreed and ordered that the tape not be shown.
Houston community activist and major clown Quanell X was sued by one of the cops in the Holley case, and a judge gave him the right to a copy of the videotape. Quanell gave the tape to a TV station, and the TV station is airing it. The judge who had stopped release of the video got on the phone to the TV station try to stop it from being aired. Now it's found its way onto the Net, and there's no stopping it.
As a result of the tape, four Houston cops were indicted, but only on charges of misdemeanor official oppression, not assault.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Martin Lee Anderson Bootcamp Beating Death Video
On January 5, 2006, a 14 year old Black boy, Martin Lee Anderson, was beaten to death by guards at a Bay County boot camp in Panama City, Florida. He was running track on his first day at boot camp when he complained of illness or fatigue and said he could not do any more laps.
Seven guards, some Black and some White, then applied various force measures in an effort to get him to keep running. These included holding him by the arms, pressure point applications, take downs, and forcing him to inhale ammonia. At some point, he became unresponsive. A nurse was called out, and soon he was declared dead. Doctors ruled that the guards had somehow suffocated him while they were manhandling him.
A trial of the seven guards and the nurse involved occurred afterward, and all eight guards were acquitted. There was a lot of racial turmoil surrounding the case, much of it stirred up the NAACP, but at least some of the guards who killed him were Black, so a race element did not seem to be at play here.
The family sued for violation of the Anderson's civil rights, and they settled for $2.3 million.
After, numerous changes were instituted at boot camps. These changes included no more beating and kicking of inmates by guards.
Unfortunately for thrill seekers, though this 8 minute video does show this boy being beaten to death by guards, there is nevertheless not much action in the video.
Sad story all around.
Seven guards, some Black and some White, then applied various force measures in an effort to get him to keep running. These included holding him by the arms, pressure point applications, take downs, and forcing him to inhale ammonia. At some point, he became unresponsive. A nurse was called out, and soon he was declared dead. Doctors ruled that the guards had somehow suffocated him while they were manhandling him.
A trial of the seven guards and the nurse involved occurred afterward, and all eight guards were acquitted. There was a lot of racial turmoil surrounding the case, much of it stirred up the NAACP, but at least some of the guards who killed him were Black, so a race element did not seem to be at play here.
The family sued for violation of the Anderson's civil rights, and they settled for $2.3 million.
After, numerous changes were instituted at boot camps. These changes included no more beating and kicking of inmates by guards.
Unfortunately for thrill seekers, though this 8 minute video does show this boy being beaten to death by guards, there is nevertheless not much action in the video.
Sad story all around.
Cops Taser Violent Man on Drugs
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Pretty wild video. A Large Black man is standing in the center divider on a busy street in a large city, possibly in the US. He seems to be intoxicated. Police approach him to get him out of the way or find out what is wrong with him. As a cop approaches, the guy punches a cop!
Then he takes off his shirt, then his tshirt, all the while pounding his chest like a he-man. It now seems like he might be on drugs. Other cops approach with their guns out, threatening him, but to no avail. The maniac keeps on posturing.
Finally, a cop comes up from behind with a Taser Gun which he shoots from behind the guy. The guy quickly falls to the ground as if he were hit by a gunshot, then starts going into convulsions on the ground. Cops try to handcuff him while he is trashing around on the ground like a chicken, but he is still very combative. So the cops Taser him again. He goes into more convulsions, and this time, they can handcuff him.
Teenage Girl Fights It Out with a Cop
A rather shocking video. A White cop is trying to handcuff a 15 year old Black girl. She is resisting arrest heavily the whole time, insisting, "Please sir! I didn't do anything!" She fights him for a couple of minutes, then he Maces her. She screams, "I can't breathe!" and then he finally manages to handcuff her. The video was titled, "Cop Punches a 15 Year Old Girl" but I could not find anywhere where he was punching her. Can you?
Anyway, doesn't really pay not to cooperate with the police.
Monday, November 01, 2010
Hombre Se Suicida en la Estación de Policía
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This is the Spanish translation to the Man Commits Suicide in Police Stationvideo. Translator: Victoria Taus.
Este vídeo es muy curioso!
El vídeo muestra a la policía, que ah capturado un hombre, el cual se encuentra en custodia en la estación de policía. El hombre es Hispano.
Esta medio caído en su silla. No esta esposado. El tiene una actitud de "poco me importa lo que esta sucediendo" mientras que se agazapa en su silla. La policía entra y sale del cuarto repetidamente, diciendo cosas. El hombre permanece callado.
Un oficial le trae una taza de café y una botella de agua, luego se va del cuarto. El hombre remueve la tapa de la botella de agua y toma un par de tragos. Luego deja la botella e inclina su cabeza contra la pared.
Después, extiende su mano atravez de sus pantalones, saca una pistola calibre .45 y se pega un tiro en la cabeza! El se desploma
repentinamente y la sangre comienza a surgir de su cabeza. Los
policías escuchan el tiro y corren hasta la escena. "Mierda!" dice un policía.
El incidente ocurrió en las últimos días de Diciembre del 2004 en San Bernardino County, Sur California, Estados Unidos. El hombre que cometió suicido era un inmigrante ilegal Guatemalteco llamado Ricardo Alfonso Cerna, 47, de San Bernardino. Mas temprano ese día, un ayudante del sheriff de San Bernardino County llamado Mike Parnham, 31, había encontrado a Cerna en la interceccion de las calles California y Adams en Muscoy, al noroeste de San Bernardino.
Pernham había tratado de detener el auto Nissan blanco que conducía Cerna. Cerna se reuso a frenar, y esto los llevo a una persecución de un minuto que acabo cuando Cerna brinco una curba y freno. Cerna entonces salto de su auto con una pistola, y comenzó a disparar hacia el auto de patrulla de Pernham. Las balas impactaron en el parabrisas, y lugo en la capota del auto. El continuo disparando su arma mientras paso de largo a Cerna en el lado del conductor de su vehículo.
Por alguna razón, posiblemente a causa de que había tres diferentes agencias trabajando en el caso, nadie lo registro, y el se llevo la pistola con el a la estación de policía, donde la uso para cometer suicidio.
Pernham fue impactado dos veces, una vez en su chaleco anti-balas y otra vez en el abdomen seriamente discapacitandolo y dejándolo en condición critica pero estable en un hospital del área. Cerna corrió hasta un patio local donde la policía lo encontró, lo detuvo y esposo.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Man Commits Suicide in Police Station
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Spanish translation (en Español).
This is quite a video!
The video shows police who have a man in custody in a police station. The man looks Hispanic. He is not handcuffed. He has a slumped, "I don't give a damn" look as he slouches in his chair. The police are moving in and out of the room, saying a few things here and there. The man says nothing.
An officer brings him a cup of coffee and a bottle of water, and then leaves the room. The man removes the cap from the bottle of water and takes two quick gulps. He puts the bottle down and leans his head back against the wall.
Then he reaches into his pants, pulls out a large .45 caliber handgun and shoots himself in the forehead! He slumps over and blood begins pouring out of his head. The cops hear the shot and run to the scene. "Oh fuck!" says one cop.
The incident happened in late December 2004 in San Bernardino County, Southern California, USA. The man who committed suicide was a Guatemalan illegal immigrant named Ricardo Alfonso Cerna, 47, of San Bernardino. Earlier, a San Bernardino County sheriff's deputy named Mike Parnham, 31, had encountered Cerna at the intersection of California and Adams streets in Muscoy, northwest of San Bernardino.
Parnham had tried to pull Cerna's white Nissan over. Cerna refused to pull over, and a 1-minute chase ensued that ended when Cerna jumped a curb and came to a stop. Cerna then leaped out of the car with a gun, shooting at Parnham's patrol car. He hit the windshield, then the hood and kept firing as he ran past Cerna on the driver's side of the vehicle.
Parnham was hit two times, once in his bulletproof vest and once in the abdomen. The shot to the abdomen seriously injured him and left him in critical but stable condition at a local hospital. Cerna ran into a local yard where police found him, ordered him to the ground and handcuffed him.
For some reason, possibly due to three different agencies being involved, no one searched him, and he took the gun with himself to the police station, where he used it to commit suicide.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
They Were Committing Crimes
And no one ever caught.
Thrillseekerman sold dope for 14 years, and the cops never caught on. He finally quit, and now he's scared to do it again, but the temptation is always there, because he so loved the outlaw dealer life where you never get caught and outsmart the law.
He also loved being a dealer because he loved being a criminal. As a dealer, you can be a criminal without hurting anyone else, so if you have a shred of guilt left, and Thrillseekerman does, it's a great Catholic profession.
I mean, a few months ago, or 10 years ago, Internetman met 15-year-old girls on the Net, and they sent him nude pics without him even asking, and said they wanted to have sex with him right now, but they were too far away.
So what did he do with the pics? Delete them, call the cops and turn himself in, or keep them in an evil secret file to show it to his most evil friends? I bet they are gone now. Internetman is paranoid. Were they illegal?
Internetman went into a chatroom the other night, or was it five years ago? There was a teenage girl in there masturbating on cam, and everyone in the room was watching the fun. Well, she was 13, but she looked like a full-grown to him. The chat room was full, mostly kids but some adults too, both sexes. Was it illegal?
It was seven years ago, or seven weeks ago, or seven months ago, and 14-year-old girls came to talk to Internetman in the chatrooms and ask for cybersex. What's a man to do?
It was a while back, or the other day, or some time ago, or 4-7 years ago, and Internetman did the cybersex thing with them, the 14-yr-olds, the 15-yr-olds, and the 16-yr-olds, and of course the droves of legal-aged women as well, and it was all in good fun.
One of them begged and begged for him to send her porn, so he broke down and sent porn to a 14-yr-old girl. Was that illegal? Now he's paranoid, and he'll never do it again. Or will he? Maybe he better not.
In a chatroom, five days ago, or last year, or five years back, the 17-year-old girl saw he had a cam and asked him to turn it on. Internetman did so. She started whining for him to take his pants off so she could see his stuff, because she had never seen one before. "But I've never seeeeen one before," she whined into Internetman's headphones, but he chickened out again.
Internetman went into these really evil chatrooms, just on a wild dare, and people were all trying to do horrible and illegal stuff in there, men and women of all ages, normal folks and weird. Internetman tried not to do anything illegal. Will he go there again? He doubts it.
Internetman went to this chatroom last year, or eight years ago, or yesterday, and met this guy in Kentucky, a psychopath I guess, who wanted someone to rape his wife. You had to break in, tie her up, rape her, and get away with it.
He described the sex acts he wanted Internetman to engage in with his wife. He said you could not hurt her in any way, and that she would secretly love it. Getting away with it was Internetman's business, and the guy would not call the cops and report the rape.
So Internetman sat there and wondered whether or not he could be a criminal rapist and try to get get away with it, under special circumstances of course in which at least the victim's husband consented, but he chickened out at the end.
Internetman met a girl once on the Net a few weeks ago, or was it seven years ago? She was 17 years and seven months old, and wanted sex right now. She kept demanding and demanding, and she would not knock it off. She was a lesbian, but she wanted to try it with a guy to see what it felt like. Internetman figured it was an evil plot by one of his enemies trying to get him arrested for child molesting.
Good thing he was paranoid, so he never took her up.
The Internet is the most evil place Internetman knows.
You can do just about anything on here, and who knows if it's even legal or what. Where are the cops? What's a cop? There are bulletin boards right now where people are asking for child porn and bragging about their antisocial acts, and Internetman knows where they are. He's been to them, lurking, but he didn't do anything illegal.
Internetman went to chatrooms where sex perverts traded porn pics. Mostly it was fun, but some people sent Internetman really illegal pics without him even asking, and he freaked out and deleted them about as quick as they hit the screen. Was that illegal? Did Internetman commit a crime?
One of his drug addict friends, Killerdude, came over the other day, or was it 22 years ago? He asked Thrillseekerman to be the getaway driver for an armed robbery, and Thrillseekerman considered it, but thank God he didn't do it.
A few months back, or 18 years ago, one of Thrillseekerman's doper friends drove the getaway car for an armed robbery and he told Thrillseekerman all about it.
Then the armed robber himself came over to Thrillseekerman's house with his girlfriend and they sat around and took drugs. He seemed like a smiling psychopath, and those guys are always charming in a way. Later Thrillseekerman called the cops and told them the guy's name, but there was not much they could do.
Last week, or 21 years ago, Thrillseekerman called the cops on his friends and tried to get them busted. Once for selling heroin, because Thrillseekerman thought that was shitty. The other time because Thrillseekerman was mad at his friend who sold pot and wanted to burn the guy.
Dopers work with narcs all the time, mostly for revenge reasons. Most people don't know that. Without dopers to work alongside them, every narc in America would be unemployed.
Once, 11 years ago, or a few weeks back, Thrillseekerman stole Killerdude's car, not to be a criminal or anything, but just because he was furious at him, but he brought it back when the cop's son across the street was going to have him arrested.
One time, it was last month, last year, or it was 20 years ago, and Thrillseekerman drove by a business at 5 AM with a slingshot and blew out a window in a business that because he hated it and it was evil.
Committing street crimes like that, which was actually a revolutionary act in favor of people's power and against the crooked businesses that rip off the people, is one of the biggest rushes that Thrillseekerman knows. You will shake like a leaf. You will shake so hard it will be hard to steer the car after you do it. You will be terrified and thrilled all at the same time, and when you get away with it, there will be no better feeling.
Killerdude came over a while back, or 25 years ago, or the other day, and said he was considering taking an offer to kill some guy, from a woman who was offering big money to have her husband knocked off. So they, Thrillseekerman and Killerdude, sat around for hours blasted out of their minds on dope and talked about whether or not you should murder someone for the money.
They discussed Christianity, as in whether or not a Christian should kill, and whether or not the would-be murder victim deserved it since he was a wife-beater, and Thrillseekerman tried to spy on Killerdude for the cops, but it did not work. Thrillseekerman didn't like the idea of killing for money (even Thrillseekerman had some basic values) and thought his friend was degenerating morally.
They took lots of drugs, Thrillseekerman and Killerdude, while they talked about all this insane and evil stuff. It was last month, or was it 15 years ago?
They sat around for hours at night stoned out of their minds on chemicals, saying, "Yeah! I could play the role of the insane serial killer! I could play that role! I could play any role! I could play as many roles as you could! And that's a lot of roles," as they shook their heads and laughed demoniacally but didn't really consider it, just fantasized about it. About what? Being a serial killer? How many people do that?
It was really weird back in those days, or the other day, or whenever it was, but not too many crimes happened.
Once they got loaded and made some bombs. It was a few months ago, or 13 years ago, or back in the 80's. Thrillseekerman had these antisocial maniac friends, some of whom seemed like they might snap, but Thrillseekerman wasn't worried, and they liked to make bombs, like all maniacs do. It's so fun making illegal bombs. The psycho dudes showed Thrillseekerman how to make bombs, which is so easy it's scary.
Then they took the bombs and blew up this dude's windshield (who deserved it) with a fused time bomb, and they slashed his tires, then they took another bomb, this time sort of a firebomb that shoots up a flame, and threw it on some other guy's lawn (who deserved it), and it burned a hole in the lawn.
Making little bombs is the easiest thing in whole world to do, and every revolutionary and maniac of any age might want to make them and set off them in the street at least, that is if you have the nerve, just to see what an explosion looks like and to piss off the neighbors.
They called themselves a gang and sat on the front porch of Thrillseekerman's house and shot BB pellets and rocks and dirt clods at the neighbors' house (who deserved it) and dared them to call the cops.
The people did call the cops, but the cops hardly cared because they thought Thrillseekerman was doing a civic duty by getting rid of the real criminal (the neighbor) he was attacking. In other words, Thrillseekerman was a public service vigilante ridding the neighborhood of scum as he saw fit.
The cops paid him a visit on the phone, told him to watch it, and told him to spend $10 to repair the door Thrillseekerman had smashed in with a baseball bat after laughing maniacally and running across the street in broad daylight as a joke just so the whole world could see it and to dare them to call the cops. If you're doing a public service crime, do it in broad daylight. It was just the other day, or long, long ago.
Another time Thrillseekerman sneaked into the ladies room to take a crap because the criminal, feral, 13 year old Black youths were in the men's room threatening with their eyes to attack anyone who came in. A woman called the cops, and the detectives threatened to kick Thrillseekerman's ass if he did not confess to a perverted crime he did not commit.
He only wanted to confess to taking a crap, which was the only crime he did. Well, he was also trying to see if he could get away with it, so there was a thrillseeker aspect. The detectives quickly figured out he was not a pervert, but they kept on torturing him anyway and trying to get him to confess. Don't you just love detectives? How many people in the US just confess unless the cops beat the shit out of them?
He was 20 again, or was he 50, or was he 35? He was jogging in the park, and Thrillseekerman met a 12 year old girl he had known from an old job for a long time, and they chatted a bit and smiled and laughed, and then she flat out asked Thrillseekerman to have sex with her, and smiled when she said it, just like that. Not only that, but she was beautiful, brilliant, wise and athletic.
And Thrillseekerman considered being the ultimate criminal that you can be, a child molesting sick evil scumbag piece of dirt, but then he decided against it. There are Lolitas and teenage girls that want it, 12 and up, with adult men, 18-45. And if you do it and get caught, you are going down in the worst way.
It was yesterday, or long ago in another lifetime. A whole crowd of gangsters came in the door. There had just been a gang fight, and people were hurt. The gangsters were underage, some of them, but they used an 18 year old girl to get in the door because they knew Thrillseekerman's fatal weaknesses.
Later there were shots fired 50 yards from his door, and the cops didn't even want to take any witnesses. They never do in gang crimes, and besides, in Greater Tijuana, here in California, there are pro-gang Hispanic spies everywhere.
Thrillseekerman's White, and he claims Norteno, or does he? Or does the whole neighborhood? After all, he lives in a Norteno hood, so everyone more or less claims in a way. Thrillseekerman wears jogging shoes with N on them for a reason, or does he?
Three weeks ago, or nine months ago, or 12 years ago, someone came by and flashed a United Farm Workers shirt (Do you get it?) at Thrillseekerman and asked him to go out with a shotgun and kill some Surenos. Thrillseekerman had to think about it for a bit, because nothing would be so thrilling and dangerous, and Surenos probably deserved it anyway, but thank God he declined.
There were criminal opportunities all over the place for decades, right under your nose, people enticing him here and there to break the law and commit serious crimes, some of them felonies, if only one was psycho enough, and they seemed to dare you and egg you on. In the barrio anyway, no snitching was the rule, so you might even get away with it, but you could still get caught.
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Thrillseekerman sold dope for 14 years, and the cops never caught on. He finally quit, and now he's scared to do it again, but the temptation is always there, because he so loved the outlaw dealer life where you never get caught and outsmart the law.
He also loved being a dealer because he loved being a criminal. As a dealer, you can be a criminal without hurting anyone else, so if you have a shred of guilt left, and Thrillseekerman does, it's a great Catholic profession.
I mean, a few months ago, or 10 years ago, Internetman met 15-year-old girls on the Net, and they sent him nude pics without him even asking, and said they wanted to have sex with him right now, but they were too far away.
So what did he do with the pics? Delete them, call the cops and turn himself in, or keep them in an evil secret file to show it to his most evil friends? I bet they are gone now. Internetman is paranoid. Were they illegal?
Internetman went into a chatroom the other night, or was it five years ago? There was a teenage girl in there masturbating on cam, and everyone in the room was watching the fun. Well, she was 13, but she looked like a full-grown to him. The chat room was full, mostly kids but some adults too, both sexes. Was it illegal?
It was seven years ago, or seven weeks ago, or seven months ago, and 14-year-old girls came to talk to Internetman in the chatrooms and ask for cybersex. What's a man to do?
It was a while back, or the other day, or some time ago, or 4-7 years ago, and Internetman did the cybersex thing with them, the 14-yr-olds, the 15-yr-olds, and the 16-yr-olds, and of course the droves of legal-aged women as well, and it was all in good fun.
One of them begged and begged for him to send her porn, so he broke down and sent porn to a 14-yr-old girl. Was that illegal? Now he's paranoid, and he'll never do it again. Or will he? Maybe he better not.
In a chatroom, five days ago, or last year, or five years back, the 17-year-old girl saw he had a cam and asked him to turn it on. Internetman did so. She started whining for him to take his pants off so she could see his stuff, because she had never seen one before. "But I've never seeeeen one before," she whined into Internetman's headphones, but he chickened out again.
Internetman went into these really evil chatrooms, just on a wild dare, and people were all trying to do horrible and illegal stuff in there, men and women of all ages, normal folks and weird. Internetman tried not to do anything illegal. Will he go there again? He doubts it.
Internetman went to this chatroom last year, or eight years ago, or yesterday, and met this guy in Kentucky, a psychopath I guess, who wanted someone to rape his wife. You had to break in, tie her up, rape her, and get away with it.
He described the sex acts he wanted Internetman to engage in with his wife. He said you could not hurt her in any way, and that she would secretly love it. Getting away with it was Internetman's business, and the guy would not call the cops and report the rape.
So Internetman sat there and wondered whether or not he could be a criminal rapist and try to get get away with it, under special circumstances of course in which at least the victim's husband consented, but he chickened out at the end.
Internetman met a girl once on the Net a few weeks ago, or was it seven years ago? She was 17 years and seven months old, and wanted sex right now. She kept demanding and demanding, and she would not knock it off. She was a lesbian, but she wanted to try it with a guy to see what it felt like. Internetman figured it was an evil plot by one of his enemies trying to get him arrested for child molesting.
Good thing he was paranoid, so he never took her up.
The Internet is the most evil place Internetman knows.
You can do just about anything on here, and who knows if it's even legal or what. Where are the cops? What's a cop? There are bulletin boards right now where people are asking for child porn and bragging about their antisocial acts, and Internetman knows where they are. He's been to them, lurking, but he didn't do anything illegal.
Internetman went to chatrooms where sex perverts traded porn pics. Mostly it was fun, but some people sent Internetman really illegal pics without him even asking, and he freaked out and deleted them about as quick as they hit the screen. Was that illegal? Did Internetman commit a crime?
One of his drug addict friends, Killerdude, came over the other day, or was it 22 years ago? He asked Thrillseekerman to be the getaway driver for an armed robbery, and Thrillseekerman considered it, but thank God he didn't do it.
A few months back, or 18 years ago, one of Thrillseekerman's doper friends drove the getaway car for an armed robbery and he told Thrillseekerman all about it.
Then the armed robber himself came over to Thrillseekerman's house with his girlfriend and they sat around and took drugs. He seemed like a smiling psychopath, and those guys are always charming in a way. Later Thrillseekerman called the cops and told them the guy's name, but there was not much they could do.
Last week, or 21 years ago, Thrillseekerman called the cops on his friends and tried to get them busted. Once for selling heroin, because Thrillseekerman thought that was shitty. The other time because Thrillseekerman was mad at his friend who sold pot and wanted to burn the guy.
Dopers work with narcs all the time, mostly for revenge reasons. Most people don't know that. Without dopers to work alongside them, every narc in America would be unemployed.
Once, 11 years ago, or a few weeks back, Thrillseekerman stole Killerdude's car, not to be a criminal or anything, but just because he was furious at him, but he brought it back when the cop's son across the street was going to have him arrested.
One time, it was last month, last year, or it was 20 years ago, and Thrillseekerman drove by a business at 5 AM with a slingshot and blew out a window in a business that because he hated it and it was evil.
Committing street crimes like that, which was actually a revolutionary act in favor of people's power and against the crooked businesses that rip off the people, is one of the biggest rushes that Thrillseekerman knows. You will shake like a leaf. You will shake so hard it will be hard to steer the car after you do it. You will be terrified and thrilled all at the same time, and when you get away with it, there will be no better feeling.
Killerdude came over a while back, or 25 years ago, or the other day, and said he was considering taking an offer to kill some guy, from a woman who was offering big money to have her husband knocked off. So they, Thrillseekerman and Killerdude, sat around for hours blasted out of their minds on dope and talked about whether or not you should murder someone for the money.
They discussed Christianity, as in whether or not a Christian should kill, and whether or not the would-be murder victim deserved it since he was a wife-beater, and Thrillseekerman tried to spy on Killerdude for the cops, but it did not work. Thrillseekerman didn't like the idea of killing for money (even Thrillseekerman had some basic values) and thought his friend was degenerating morally.
They took lots of drugs, Thrillseekerman and Killerdude, while they talked about all this insane and evil stuff. It was last month, or was it 15 years ago?
They sat around for hours at night stoned out of their minds on chemicals, saying, "Yeah! I could play the role of the insane serial killer! I could play that role! I could play any role! I could play as many roles as you could! And that's a lot of roles," as they shook their heads and laughed demoniacally but didn't really consider it, just fantasized about it. About what? Being a serial killer? How many people do that?
It was really weird back in those days, or the other day, or whenever it was, but not too many crimes happened.
Once they got loaded and made some bombs. It was a few months ago, or 13 years ago, or back in the 80's. Thrillseekerman had these antisocial maniac friends, some of whom seemed like they might snap, but Thrillseekerman wasn't worried, and they liked to make bombs, like all maniacs do. It's so fun making illegal bombs. The psycho dudes showed Thrillseekerman how to make bombs, which is so easy it's scary.
Then they took the bombs and blew up this dude's windshield (who deserved it) with a fused time bomb, and they slashed his tires, then they took another bomb, this time sort of a firebomb that shoots up a flame, and threw it on some other guy's lawn (who deserved it), and it burned a hole in the lawn.
Making little bombs is the easiest thing in whole world to do, and every revolutionary and maniac of any age might want to make them and set off them in the street at least, that is if you have the nerve, just to see what an explosion looks like and to piss off the neighbors.
They called themselves a gang and sat on the front porch of Thrillseekerman's house and shot BB pellets and rocks and dirt clods at the neighbors' house (who deserved it) and dared them to call the cops.
The people did call the cops, but the cops hardly cared because they thought Thrillseekerman was doing a civic duty by getting rid of the real criminal (the neighbor) he was attacking. In other words, Thrillseekerman was a public service vigilante ridding the neighborhood of scum as he saw fit.
The cops paid him a visit on the phone, told him to watch it, and told him to spend $10 to repair the door Thrillseekerman had smashed in with a baseball bat after laughing maniacally and running across the street in broad daylight as a joke just so the whole world could see it and to dare them to call the cops. If you're doing a public service crime, do it in broad daylight. It was just the other day, or long, long ago.
Another time Thrillseekerman sneaked into the ladies room to take a crap because the criminal, feral, 13 year old Black youths were in the men's room threatening with their eyes to attack anyone who came in. A woman called the cops, and the detectives threatened to kick Thrillseekerman's ass if he did not confess to a perverted crime he did not commit.
He only wanted to confess to taking a crap, which was the only crime he did. Well, he was also trying to see if he could get away with it, so there was a thrillseeker aspect. The detectives quickly figured out he was not a pervert, but they kept on torturing him anyway and trying to get him to confess. Don't you just love detectives? How many people in the US just confess unless the cops beat the shit out of them?
He was 20 again, or was he 50, or was he 35? He was jogging in the park, and Thrillseekerman met a 12 year old girl he had known from an old job for a long time, and they chatted a bit and smiled and laughed, and then she flat out asked Thrillseekerman to have sex with her, and smiled when she said it, just like that. Not only that, but she was beautiful, brilliant, wise and athletic.
And Thrillseekerman considered being the ultimate criminal that you can be, a child molesting sick evil scumbag piece of dirt, but then he decided against it. There are Lolitas and teenage girls that want it, 12 and up, with adult men, 18-45. And if you do it and get caught, you are going down in the worst way.
It was yesterday, or long ago in another lifetime. A whole crowd of gangsters came in the door. There had just been a gang fight, and people were hurt. The gangsters were underage, some of them, but they used an 18 year old girl to get in the door because they knew Thrillseekerman's fatal weaknesses.
Later there were shots fired 50 yards from his door, and the cops didn't even want to take any witnesses. They never do in gang crimes, and besides, in Greater Tijuana, here in California, there are pro-gang Hispanic spies everywhere.
Thrillseekerman's White, and he claims Norteno, or does he? Or does the whole neighborhood? After all, he lives in a Norteno hood, so everyone more or less claims in a way. Thrillseekerman wears jogging shoes with N on them for a reason, or does he?
Three weeks ago, or nine months ago, or 12 years ago, someone came by and flashed a United Farm Workers shirt (Do you get it?) at Thrillseekerman and asked him to go out with a shotgun and kill some Surenos. Thrillseekerman had to think about it for a bit, because nothing would be so thrilling and dangerous, and Surenos probably deserved it anyway, but thank God he declined.
There were criminal opportunities all over the place for decades, right under your nose, people enticing him here and there to break the law and commit serious crimes, some of them felonies, if only one was psycho enough, and they seemed to dare you and egg you on. In the barrio anyway, no snitching was the rule, so you might even get away with it, but you could still get caught.
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