Braving the Banjo Part V - The Fed Funny Farm, Part I

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So America, it's finally come to this, right?

Finally, it's time for the Federal Funny farm.  Now, this wasn't, by any stretch of the imagination, fun, nor was it easy.  These people are no better than the district court.  Why?  I think it should be obvious, really.  See, the higher Federal Court?  Is no less corrupt than the rest.  How do I know?  Well, lemme tellya.

First, they didn't wanna file the Complaint.  They tell me only the U.S. Attorney can do that.  But, thanks to more recent information that I just recently discovered, they don't wanna do it either.  Why?  Because our courts are already in Martial Law mode.  They don't wanna do anything for us lower- classed citizens, anymore than the Supreme Court of Iowa, the District court of Polk County, nor the Supreme Court of the land, or Washington D.C. does.  The Judicial Branch is now stalled, waiting for the sounds of military boots on our streets, and refuses to listen to us piss ants any longer.

No, my suspicion is most correct folks...Washington doesn't want to address the problems we sniveling citizens have, Federal Court doesn't really wanna address any problems we're having with our lower courts, and the U.S. Attorneys no longer want to do their jobs...because they are already in Martial Law, and have been ordered to stall what we desire to receive; something we haven't received in quite a while.  Real, honest to God Justice.  That hasn't existed in this nation for many a decade, and now that the truth of what our Judiciary has pulled over our eyes is about to come out in spades, well, it's come from the top that they are just going to have to put us off, don't take on anything new, and sit on whatever remains.

Today, "The Death of the Justice System"comes out on Crown Oak Press (crownoakpress.com), after it has been quashed for release for over 15 years.  This of course will be the first deadly blow.  There is sure to be an awful lot of really upset Americans after this one.  Did you know that there are, out of the 93 U.S. Attorneys in our country, only 8 that DO NOT come from Chicago?  Did you know that there is a Supreme Court Judge that said (when talking about court audio tapes that you, Mr. Joe Citizen, are entitled to receive in cases that you are involved with)  “If you could get them, then everybody in the world could get them, and we would be playing them every night on Channel 7, Channel 5, Channel 2, and Channel 9, and Channel 6 and Channel 32 whenever they wanted them"?  These are just a couple of the thousands of things that you will be reading about in this book.  This will inevitably piss an awful lot of people off, and the people will be marching in the streets to get the justice they've been denied over these last few decades, in every court in the land.

Then of course, will be financial collapse, then Martial Law for the rest of America.  Then, there's just gonna be chaos and absolute insanity from there.  Expect the white U.N. tanks soon fellas and femmes, because Senator Kerry just signed the U.N. weapons policy bill...and even though Congress or the rest of America might fight it, doesn't matter.  As long as we have our current set of idjuts in power, well, we will end up fighting those same idjuts soon enough.

Do you feel it America?  Do you smell a little revolution in the air?  Breath it in, because it's imminent, and quite real.  The end of us is on its way.

But IN THE MEANTIME!!

I will, of course, continue to torture those in my little game, even though nothing will be addressed...only because I CAN.

So today, without further ado, I present the Petition for that Writ of Habeas Corpus:

And its "attachment" to the case, the Criminal Complaint Citation that I had filled out, but wasn't able to file.  Now, keep in mind, they're not calling it a criminal complaint citation, because they refuse to file it as such, even though Article 18 Section 4 of the U.S. Constitution states that they must file this for ANY CITIZEN, or plaintiff(s), absolutely, and is mandated that they do so, for ANY CITIZEN, anytime, under penalty of misprision.  No, without the U.S. Attorney, they say, they cannot and will not file it...so the only way I could get it in was to file it as an attachment to the Habeas Corpus, which they are calling a "Civil Case"...and the U.S. Attorney says, that because they don't handle Child Removal cases involving the state, for whatever stupid reason that it seems to be the case all over the country, in every office across the land; it won't be identified as an official criminal complaint citation...only as an attachment...meaning, it will not be addressed as a criminal complaint citation, and nothing will ever be brought against or done about the corrupt assholes in my state.

Does that mean I quit?  Am I done torturing them after this?  HELL NO.  Enjoy what we have so far, I suppose...and when someone tells you that this is the way to go, and that it works, rest assured that, no matter how much you know the law?  It doesn't, and it won't.  Why?  Because justice for us isn't in the cards.  It hasn't been, it isn't now, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be in the future.

But to the players in our little circus?  The game is far from over.  Someday soon, our money will be worthless, just like yours, and your positions will be duly terminated, due to martial law...and guess what?  You'll be just like me.  Powerless, and broke.  And when that day comes, and your land is repossessed by our ever-greedy government, your assets worthless, and your power gone, thanks to martial law, and you're running just like we are?  I'll be waiting at the city limits with every parent you did wrong.  Then we'll see what's up, right?  I'll be there, with bells on...well, okay, maybe just one or two bells.  Don't wanna seem too wimpy, I suppose.

So, it occurred to me, as I was trying to file this non-separate action that I, a natural born sovereign citizen, linked to common law, the law this country was founded on, while reading Article 18 of the USC, Section 4, which states that the plaintiff(s) Complaint is mandated by...whoever, to be filed by the federal clerk of court; against whomsoever the plaintiff should please, but actually ISN'T allowed to be filed by me, except through a U.S. Attorney, even though it be a punishable offense for them not to do so...and that, if only the U.S. Attorney is allowed to file it, and refuses...wouldn't it stand to reason that I could file this against yet another official...like, say THE U.S. ATTORNEY HIMSELF, for not doing HIS job?  And that, due to the OBVIOUS conflict of interest, he couldn't file it...against himself?  So who files it then?  I imagine the very people who refused to or said they couldn't file it to begin with.  I'd say the Clerk of Federal Court would HAVE to then, wouldn't you say?  I think that'll be my next step.

Please forgive the copy quality of the Polk County Copy.  Evidently, they can't afford real toner anymore.

Also, a big thanks to Randy Osborn, the Polk County Clerk (who didn't remember me at all from the time that he scammed me per my judge's order, following Judge Asshole Price's little trick of cutting off my access to my defense in my case)....for telling me that Polk County, Iowa, supposedly, doesn't record their court hearings (even though I know damn well they do), and telling me (like all the rest of the assholes in my case, once again) that I have no right to the recordings (that they say they don't make anyway) of my court case, because I had been thrown out of it...even after I had fought it for 6 months solid.  I swear, one more person says that to me...oh, never mind, you remember.  Ripping balls off and all, I've had enough of these fucktards.  Their day is close at hand.

And thank you, most of all, for cinching your obvious demise by claiming that they make NO TAPES, or CD/DVD recordings that you can purchase.  For one, dumb ass, there are tapes.  We know this and so do you.  How do I know this most of all?  This man refused to sign this...an affidavit that shows whoever I should show it to, that due process, or the right to my recording, whether in the case, or not, was denied.  And he wouldn't sign it, leading all who might view it to be an obvious admission of guilt.

I mean think about it.  Why wouldn't a man sign an innocent piece of paper for me that states he doesn't have recordings that I can buy, with the exception of paper transcripts?   Could it be because they don't make any (with all of those microphones in the room....RIGHT)...ONLY TRANSCRIPTS, that can so easily be falsified, and there is NO OTHER RECORD of this proceeding, except hearsay (and, oh yes Mr. Osborn...if all you have is a stenographer who is hearing the word HEAR...when it could be HERE, then transcribing a word wrong that could, quite possibly, change the entire meaning of the sentence used....that my friend, with no backup whatsoever is HEARSAY on the part of the stenographer.  Nice try, my interesting Judeo-Christian Friend....but that would be totally unrealistic)?  Any logical person on this...or any other planet knows that there must be reliable record kept than that of the stenographer, who could be, if not outright falsifying documents, distracted by the buzzing of her phone in her pocket while she listens to the hearing, and that she might just miss something rather important, right?  Don't try and pull that BS on me folks.  And as I got witness to this jerk trying to lie his ass off and say I have no access to the recordings to the cases that I was thrown out of (one of those two, and only because the crooked district judge did so) that I do, in fact, have every right to, and WILL GET, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES JUDGE ASSHOLE SAYS IT, OR YOU SAY IT; it doesn't make it factual, nor does it mean that I didn't belong in it.

I am an integral part of this case...and you'll feel that all the way down to your tippy toes...especially when THE COMMERCIAL LIEN COMES OUT, next up.  All he was asked to do was sign a paper saying there weren't any recordings of the court hearings...or that he refused to give them to me...I'd have to say that's a pretty simple request of an honest man.  A dirty birdy, however, by not signing it, speaks volumes.  Like so many others, Mr. Osborn left in a rather big huff trying to get the last word in that my recording of his words meant nothing to him.

By the way, I have 2 affidavits from two witness that heard every word from the moment you met with me, and your day, BEFORE your day, is forth-coming.  Enjoy yourself now while you still have your cushy little job making the worthless money it will soon be.

Love, Christopher W. Bruce.

Braving the Banjo, Part IV - The Mighty Sword Under Fire

WARNING:  Not for women, children and those with weak constitutions, fragile ears, or Christian-type beleifs.  May contain a bad word or two.  Besides not reading them, whatcha gonna do???

Good Morning America!

Well, our little case has now taken a very ugly and nasty turn.  Now the FBI is involved in an active investigation into my doings here, in my email account, and on Facebook...and they would like to know how I know about it.

Fuck 'em, I say.

How do I know?  Let's put it out there...and if they're reading it, so be it.

First, I have Sidekick, which tells me each and every time they open my emails in Polk County...and other places as well.  Looking through the stream of opened email, the majority of foreign places opened?  Omaha NE, the nearest city for the FBI.

2nd, Google, in their infinite wisdom, lets me know whenever my account is opened from a bizarre location.  Where is it being opened from?  Omaha, NE.  Thank you Google.

3rd, the people in my case are getting downright desperate now.  They know they're about to lose.  And you already know how much they hate to lose.  God forbid they should lose against someone like ME, right?  Moreover, God forbid they should lose one child that they get paid for stealing...right?

So this morning, I changed the password to my Google account.  I cleared my entire web history.  I am about to delete every conversation I've ever had with every single person on Facebook.  I also deleted every single email.  Take that fuckers.  Now build your case.  How about this...READ MY BLOG...there's a thought.  Maybe then you'd see that they've gotten desperate before.

Ask the idiots that have called me in about the time they tried to get me arrested for harassment back last year in September...and failed, because I had every interaction with them recorded.  Ask them about the first degree harassment charge that they involved the Secret Service in, because they couldn't find me, then dropped the charges before I appeared in court for it, after they smeared my good name for over a month in my old home county, because they didn't have a shred of proof.  Now they're about to lose, and they know it, so they're back to their old tricks again.

Again, I say Fuck 'em.

Let 'em have their fun.  Soon, they will pay.  The world will end, and all of America will, first, be ensconced in Martial Law...and all of us will be equals, as we run from our Government, gone amok with power.  Soon, we'll die.  And soon, the Good Lord above, if he does truly exist, will throw them into the lake of fire for all eternity.  And I'll be laughing from my cloud.  That you can be sure of.  :D

Braving the Banjo, Part III - The Supreme Court Appeal

In loving memory of Nancy Shaeffer, Ex-Senator of Georgia, and Family Advocate

Now that it's been decided that the Department of Human Services was WRONG in taking our daughter, we have now taken steps to make sure the Supreme Court of Iowa knows it too.  As does our newest circus member Katherine Miller-Todd...whatever, and the rest of the gang.  We have not only given EACH AND EVERY person in our little circus notice, along with copy of the decision, but we have asked the Supreme Court to reconsider their ruling on the motion to stay Termination of Parental Rights.  How much you wanna bet they sink that ship too?  I mean, why not?  They've already broken every other rule in the book.  That's OK tho...you know what that means don'tcha?  On to Federal Court bitches.  The Criminal Complaint is already filled out, and will be posted online, as soon as they deny that motion, then deny our appeal (or sustain the district court's decision), bet on it.  I'm sure the newest listing on the "Bruce Bitch List", KMT, is already workin' on her "resistance".  Leave it to the female employees of the Attorney General's office to defend the "Honor" of Grant Dugdale...poor slob.  Oh so sorry 'bout that loss big man.  Better luck next time.  Oh, and Katherine?  We've already amended the Criminal Complaint form to include you as well.

To those of Facebook, and the CIA members that have bought it from Mr. Zucherberg, plus all of the law enforcement that's trolling it, the Mighty Sword's profile, you may have already noticed, is now DEFUNCT.  I do hereby swear off of Facebook and all that it does currently stand for...control, and invasion of privacy.  I suggest the rest of you do the same.  I am already working with members of Anonymous to make a NEW social network that the lot of you don't spy on.  Then where willya be?  Awwwww....too bad, so sad.  Please, try your call again.  Enjoy it while ya got it.

Finally, there are several posts on youtube that I'd like to share with America.  You see, it's well known (they don't even try and hide it anymore) that Agenda 21 is now in full swing, and the economic collapse of the United States of America, as well as the rest of the English-Speaking world IS IMMINENT, and that the citizens of America and the rest of the Earth are due to be killed off until there is but 1/2 a billion people left on the planet.  I hate to tell PRESIDENT OBAMA, EX-PRESIDENT CLINTON, and the rest of the Elitist assholes out there that AMERICA, in particular, is NEVER GOING TO LET THIS HAPPEN.  We are fully aware of your plan, and know how you plan to implement it...so leave your little lithium chemtrails, JADE HELM 15 your little hearts out, poison the population's water, air, and food supplies all you want, WE WILL TAKE THIS COUNTRY BACK BY WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY.  Put me in your little death camp all you like, it will NOT KILL OUR SPIRIT.  We love our country, and will do whatever it takes to thwart your little scheme.  THE ANSWER TO 1984 IS 1776 MY FRIENDS...REMEMBER THAT!!!

http://themightyswordamericas26deadlysins.blogspot.com

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nkgezojsgo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEktKe9c014

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLLVz0d3gao

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3szaF5R3wsc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkSkQgnEV-Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kobrwhxgkgQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TcMC7ZQ_6w

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gevwmUoEpyI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhMmETRhtzo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZzSEOgbAaA

I hereby declare myself a traitor to our tyrannical government (or a patriot who loves his country, to the rest of America) and the Elitist members of the United Nations, and that myself and others will FIGHT YOU TO OUR LAST DYING BREATH, AND REFUSE TO BE SLAVES IN YOUR NEW WORLD ORDER!!!  :D

Braving the Banjo - Part II (The Turning of the Screw)

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NOTE:  You'll note, later in time, that the harassment charges of 1st degree they tried using in all of this was dismissed...but WITH PREJUDICE.  For those of you who are unaware of the meaning of this little term, it means, essentially, that they can bring these charges again...when they want to...have me arrested AGAIN for it...then can continually drop them just before they have to prove it.  It's OK though, I've done my research, and have found a viable solution to this little trick of theirs, and will implement it...well, TODAY.

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Submitted, for your approval...

America, I see the tables turning...but not in the direction they were meant to turn, and most certainly NOT at the usual slow speed Justice likes to keep its wheels.

I'd like to say, that a major bump in the system's road is about to come across everyone's desk, come Monday morn.

It concerns the Queen Bitch of our little show, Emily Nieman.

To complete the tale and close the book on this has-been social worker, there's just one more little tale that begs to be told.

There has been, as you know, two more cases in which this social worker was its primary instigator.  Both are confidential juvenile cases.  The problem here, is that neither case is "Confidential" any longer; thanks to this father.

Below, you'll be presented with 2 sheets of efiled paper.  One came from our CINA case, the other from the termination case.  This, of course, is nothing you haven't seen before; these were both published at another time.  Now, if you're reading this article to your children, remember, the language used here is coming from the mouth of a VERY upset parent, who just recently found out that the child was placed in the custody of a very recently found fat, drunk and single biological father, who had, recently, just become the poster child of jumping through one or two DHS hoops.  You may wanna cover their little ears again:

Now, upon reading this little ditty, I was thinking "this is perfect to put into my harassment case."  It's just one of 1,000 examples where I state, as usual, that I wouldn't ever threaten anyone of anything but their jobs, even though DHS was CONSTANTLY using the words "borderline threats"...which always pissed me off.  Besides, I wasn't threatening.  I was PROMISING.  There is, most definately, a huge difference.  But this one, folks, was the one that socked me over the head, and brought my anger to its pinnacle.

I was talking to my brother.  I had just called him to tell him the update to my little story of having my face RE-posted on the Metro's most wanted, for the SAME DAMN CHARGE they had already arrested me and bailed me for.  You know how they fixed that issue?  Yeah, they took my face down all right.  Then they REPOSTED IT with ARRESTED tatooed acrossed it.  Oh, MUCH better.  Thank you....a*******s.  We ran over the whole thing again, and talked about what I had said to get 1st degree harassment charges brought against me...and as I was looking for the direct quote out of THESE voicemails (this page is the entire list of the voicemails they had used to bring the harassment charges), I noticed a very significant absence of the very thing they has used.

First Degree Harassment, you remember, is when someone either is convicted, previously, of 2nd degree harassment, then commits it again; or on the flip side, simply threatens the life of another.  SUPPOSEDLY, I had said:  "Enjoy your life now, because it's about over."  Then I distinctly remember running through this set of voice mails to Emily Nieman, and thinking..."Nothing in here even LOOKS like I'm coming after her like that in any way!!!".  I'd gone through it and gone through it.  Sure, the language hadn't been the best, but I remembered not thinking ANY of it came even remotely close to a threat to someone's life.  And when I had heard the phrase that brought the 1st degree harassment to bear against me, I just assumed that I had missed it.  But in this re-read to my brother, it hit me.  There REALLY WASN'T ANYTHING.  NOTHING.  NADA.  Zip, zilch, no way hosee, couldn't possibly be.  Here.  Look it over for yourself.  Let me know if something hits you in the face and rubs it in, willya?  I DAREYA.

Now, please note...on the very bottom recording, there's ONE SENTENCE...sound familiar?  'Cept, it seems there's been a pretty major word replacement here...it says (and I quote) *ahem*..."Your career is over honey, I'm gonna tell ya.  I hope you enjoy what little of your job you have left"

I guffawed, and said "O...mg, Dave?  Gotta run"

Needless to say, I'm just a little miffed.  Because of that statement, in which at least 5 words have been totally replaced, I was harassed by a detective and a few sargeants, my face has been on the Metro's Most Wanted, next to hardened criminal Mr. Trombone, now for nearly a MONTH (for what we NOW know was just a 3rd degree harassment SIMPLE MISDEMEANOR), was shown on the Des Moines Area news for over 3 weeks on WHO TV 13 news, published for all to see in every CityView for the same amount of time; Intelligence came after me over a stupid comment about camping out on Obama's doorstep, I was arrested and placed in a local sheriff's office where my heart fibbed for over an hour, I endured a 2 hour drive to Des Moines in Handcuffs, spent 3 days in PCJ, had to bail out for over $200, was fined $130 in the arraignment, and told to return for the 1st degree harassment, almost lost bond because of the county attorney, and had to call family and friends to help me out; had to hitchike back to where I was living 2 hours away (which, because of the hicks that live out this way, took nearly 12 hours to do, when it shoulda MAYBE taken 3, in a jean jacket in 30 degree weather), got hypothermia, and had to endure hours of motion filing and stress....OVER THIS BULLSHIT!

Needless to say, this immediately followed this gift from God:

I submitted the two pages of voicemails to the Judge in the Harassment case.  Something tells me, that because of that, and this:

that this harassment bullhocky is about to come to a very quick end.  What's more, I'm thinkin' I see where ALL OF THIS might just come to a VERY QUICK END.

You guys play chess, perchance?  All I can think of at this point; is the word CHECK.  I'm thinkin' MATE is just around the corner.  :D

Braving The Banjo

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OK, now that I got my YahYah's out, as well as my nah nah nah naaaaah nah's, it's time for a special "enlargement" post.  This will be the COMPLETE tale, beginning to end, of my little jail time experience.  You have to remember, this is not only the Mighty Sword's life, this is also the life of Mr. Christopher Bruce, the man with a talent for having the sh**iest luck on the planet, and for always being in the wrong place at the right time.

See, you would think, at least for most, that this would have been a simple case of "Corrupt DHS workers throw monkey wrench in defendant's life, because a.  They want to screw you up in your assessment appeal, keep your baby, and make you sign the abuse registry for ten years, and b.  they are mad because of that little ordeal with their pet foster parents (I suppose, for them, it's a lot like killing the neighbor's dog and hanging it on their door by a nail, just because you didn't like him burying bones in your successful garden.  They have a real knack for blowing things (and feelings) waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of proportion.  I'm sorry, I don't know WHY the word "feelings" got there, DHS never has feelings.  I'll think of a better one later....no time, haven't had any sleep since yesterday at noon), put out warrant for his arrest, Chris gets arrested, has to be deported back to home city, Chris goes before judge pays bail and goes free until court...but it ain't.  No, my interesting Judeo-Christian friends, Chris's life just don't play that.  Nothing is EVER "cut and dried" where this man is concerned.  Worse yet, it always seems to bleed out and affect nearly everyone within 20 feet of him as well.

Anyway, I digress.  Back to it, it should have been pretty cut and dried, but it 'tweren't.  See, it wasn't even the idiots at the Des Moines Police Department who figured out where I was.  No, there was a 3rd party to my capture, the one who fingered my Washington trick to throw off the Des Moines Police.  This party had a brain and a lot more power, where finding me on the Internet was concerned.  BTW, I still intend to go to Washington...but I couldn't feasibly attend until I flushed the harassment stuff down the toity.  Enter then, a CIA operative, who had suddenly become VERY interested when I put, on the Church's blog post, the phrase "I fully intend to camp out on Obama's doorstep, until he does something about the corruption in my state.  As if I could a.  Get within 1000 yards of Obama's doorstep without going on a tour, b.  I would be allowed to stay on Obama's doorstep, after the tour's end, c.  given my current age and spryness, I couldn't possibly pole vault the very high barb-wire fence like the other guy did, and finally, d.  Like I would be capable of any such violence.  He and he alone is responsible for my capture...not the incompetent Detective Jack Lancaster, as I first believed.

So the Carroll Police were then called to my door to do the dirty deed.  The one officer was pretty polite, and was nice enough to allow me to call my wife and take a few minutes.  The other officer, his partner, was also nice...until the cuffs went on, and I went from acceptable free citizen to cuffed offender, A.K.A. No better than the dirt under his nails.

I was ushered to the Carroll County Jail (it's important to mention, here, that at NO time, during the ENTIRE arrest, or during any subsequent interviews, was I ever quoted Miranda), where I was booked by, who I thought was, an initially nice booking clerk.  Around 2 minutes prior to my being ushered to my cell, I started a bout of fibrillation, something that hasn't happened in years.  Now, a little history, I have had these small occurrences since I was approximately 7.  What happened is, I fibrillate for around 2 minutes, and my heart races to around 180-200 beats a minute, and until I concentrate and end it, it will ravage my circulatory system and fry my brain, leaving behind a massive headache.  Only 2 times, has it ever gone on longer.  The first time was during Hurricane George, my first hurricane, where it lasted for nearly 2 very long and very pain-inducing hours.  I finally had to brave the hurricane and get an IV in my arm that stopped it for me in around 5 minutes, following that 2 hours.  I remember how drained my system was, and the headache obtained from it had, up to this point, been unequalled.

The 2nd time happened here.  I recognized it immediately of course, and asked for someone in the medical field, or an ambulance for the father.  I was ignored, and then placed in my cell.

This heartbeat continued on for over an hour.  All the while I begged, threatened, screamed and yelled over them, in order to "Promise" then, a lot like all the others who have blatantly done these parents in, that their jobs would be had, and people would very much pay; for a medical doctor or nurse to be present to observe this very critical and life-threatening condition.  Then, thankfully, it ended...just two moments before the DMPD showed up to usher the defendant to Polk County Jail.

Now, I have to take a moment to state, also, that at this time, as well as a few times to follow, I will be praising the names of a few select DMPD's and PC Sheriff's for doing their respective jobs, and doing them well; respectfully AND lawfully.  These folks have earned my "above and beyond" awards, and are hereby to be recognized for actually "Protecting" as well as "Serving"  the main two jobs that are SUPPOSED to be practiced by ALL in law enforcement.  Remember the names well, DES MOINES, and hope, for yourself in YOUR case, the names of those who are honest and forthright.

So, that being said, I'd like to thank (?) and (?) of the Des Moines Police Department, for being kind to this defendant, and for making conversation on the trip back to Des Moines.  (I'm afraid I have to leave the names off of the blog, until I can contact the Guthrie County Sheriff's office...I ADD'd all of my legal papers in the nice Sheriff's car that rode my tired butt into the next county, after getting hypothermia and walking for nearly 25 miles in 31 degree weather with only a jean jacket on.  These two were patient and considered my story from various sides, instead of most people I know, who are generally one-sided in their thinking.

Now, I can say a lot of bad things about the Polk County Sheriffs.  Remember, these are the Judge's goons at the Polk County Courthouse, and I have no respect for most of them.  But the CO's at the jail (with the notable exception of one, whose story will soon be related) were quite understanding and pretty amiable as well...if you were a good egg, and followed the rules, as well as weren't too damned annoying; or just were plain old off of your rocker.  Unfortunately, I won't be giving you their real names, only because they aren't allowed to give them out...something to do with possible "favoritism" or something like that.  I will be describing them only as C.O. A, B, etc., and as long as THEY know who they are, they can garner their own appreciation, and we'll just leave it at that.  Anyway, like I stated, I can say a lot of bad enough things about them and their jail, but the one thing I won't be able to say is that they don't consider your life and your health more important; over and above anything to do with incarceration.  I wouldn't be so fortunate with the Carroll County Sheriffs.  These people laughed at me while I went through this, and made fun of everything I was screaming about, and totally ignored me, in order to deprive me of the help I was desperately in need of, concerning a very important life-threatening condition.  They will, of course, be added to what I now call "The Bruce Bitch List", my very long list of a forever growing number of people who will be paying...out of their a**es, as well as with their respective positions.

Moving along, I arrived at Polk County to enter "The Fishbowl", a cell made entirely of Cement, where you are expected to eat, go to the bathroom in front of, and share sleeping places with as many as 12-15 other Polk County misdoers, while you wait interminably for next morning's court arraignment on your charges, or wait while your loved ones struggle, against all odds (collect phone calls, putting money on your books, etc.) to bail you out a.s.a.p.  There is only one bad thing about the processes you need to make and follow in order to accomplish everything:  If you've never been through this before, as in the case of your spouse's mate, it's nearly impossible to communicate to them, all within a 15 second radius).  Then at the end of your stay, you generally still won't have money on the books, won't have talked to your wife in days, and are no closer to getting out than you were when you went in, even after a few days.  Suddenly, I had a mental relapse back to DHS's "reasonable efforts", where they offer you ridiculous things that serve NO purpose to help reunify you.  *shudders*

So, as you already know, I had the very fair Judge Birkenholtz, and he, of course, disregarded Mr. Sarcone's suggestion, and let me get my bond, and, naturally, my bail as well.  Directly following this, as you also know, I had my surprise interview with Mr. CIA.  All went surprisingly well with that too.  He understood that this was about my daughter and the corruption in my state, and nothing more.  What's more, he took extra time to question me about what I had gone through with DHS as well, like he was attempting to ascertain, not my talking too much about it, but more like he was trying to figure out if DHS wasn't maybe going too far.  That made me feel a little more confident about my trip to Washington.  I made it perfectly clear that this was about jobs, and that what I said about camping out on Obama's doorstep was simply a metaphor.  I also made it perfectly clear that I had no intention of setting up camp on his actual doorstep.  I meant, actually, that it was Washington itself, hat I considered to be Obama's doorstep.

On day one of my little stay at Polk County, I grew tired, already, of watching other people getting out, and I was still having issues making it clear to my wife what she was supposed to do to get me out.  After a time, I got that I needed someone...ANYBODY, that would sign my guarantee with the bailbondsman, that I would appear on the court date stated.  I then called my brother, who I THOUGHT would sign the bond paper.  He didn't quoting that I still owed him money from before, money that we had talked about and argued that I owed him little to nothing, and he insisted that it was more.  Well, screw you too brother.  I had friends/ex-bosses that were nicer, they signed it, and my family won't, over an amount of money not worth spitting on, really.  As for calling my mother, I got about as far; she hung up as soon as it was known that she might have to pay a small collect phone bill.  Really?  In retirement, she made more money than when she actually worked for the state...so that's no excuse in my eyes either.  And you wonder why I'm not too thrilled with my immediate family.

After talking with my mother, I was despondent that my own family didn't even trust me to show for court, even though I've never skipped out on a court date to date...but my former bosses, who I've known for far less (and who obviously know me a lot better than my family does, currently), did...the following day.  Needless to say, though, on that first day, I was pretty down...and I threw a couple of minor temper tantrums.  The C.O. on that day was the only guy I didn't get along with too well, mostly because he liked abusing his position somewhat.  He threw me into solitaire...and they stripped me naked.  The next morning, as additional punishment (like practically breaking my bones in order to leave me in the cell, added to being left in a cell with nothing to do and the lights on all night, with crazier people than you banging and raising hell all the time wasn't nearly enough), for breakfast, I was treated with a whole honeybun, a small carton of milk, and an orange juice.  Nice rounded meal, huh?

The day after that, things went better.  By the time I was done with that day, it was time to get out.  All of that went ahead with nary a hitch...but I was left in Des Moines BY Des Moines with no money, and no way home.  I would mention this at a more appropriate time, but to say it now makes more sense.  Polk County, who has continuously sucked me dry of fines and things to pay for, where their justice system was concerned, had drug me back to a city I despise now...and abandoned me to fend for myself, where getting home was talked about...and along the way home, different sherrifs of other counties were giving me ride along the way TO GET ME BACK HOME.  What's wrong with that picture????

So I decided not to stick around long, and I stuck out the good ol' reliable thumb and got to work.  Funny though, it would seem that rural Iowa isn't as big on picking up hitch-hikers as they used to be.  This would soon present a problem.  Remember too, that when I got arrested, it had just been a balmy 80 degrees, and all I had been arrested with was a short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of cargo's.  I had brought no coat, my pay card had been left with the wife, and I had no food, money, and had left all of my phones at home.  I was a little screwed there...but, like a fool, I counted on the good people of Iowa (of which I later found out, was running a bit short of generosity and understanding, in addition to some other things I discovered that might have dampened a soul in that part of the country thinking that ALL hitchhiking is illegal.  No, Iowa, hitchhiking isn't all illegal.  Only the kind that is done on a U.S. Interstate...that's it.  State roads, county roads and gravels are all good for that. You can't do this on a four lane interstate...and I can pretty much understand that thinking.  No, hitchhiking is NOT illegal on those secondary road and highways and lower.

I started the trip at the QT in Grimes at 6 p.m.  By this time, the temps dropped almost 40 degrees to an overnight stay at a local friend's place for the night.  I started the trip at around 7.

I walked straight through from Grimes to Granger, an 8 mile hike, as the Bruce flies.  I was picked up in Granger, then, by a nice elderly sheriff of that county, and he rode me all the way to Perry.  He left me in a spot by the plant there, where it was well lit, and I thought to pick up a ride there....that NEVER came.  As I stood in the even colder weather, another such sheriff picked me up there as well.  One thing though, the farthest he was able to lift me was the airport in Parry...about one and a half miles from my previous spot...and presented this as my problem now; in the blackest and coldest part of night, with nothing better than a car or so coming my way at a rate of 1 or so cars per every 15 minutes.  Not a good sign...and now the traffic, of course, was on the decline...as was my warmth.  By the time I had only gotten a mile or so, the cold was unbearable, and it was now around midnight, with no relief in sight.  I was practically hypothermic, and no shelter would present itself now until I got home, or morning came...not good odds for a thinner man.  As a small burg came up along the right, I made a beeline for it, hoping for somewhere to be open for warming.  I would soon be quite disappointed with my findings.

The town of Dawson, Iowa, was around 300 or so in population, and one of Iowa's smallest burgs.  Worse yet, there was nary a place that might even partially promise to be open.  I looked around for a sleeping resident's vehicle...a move of desperation.  I figured warming up for 15 or so minutes in an open vehicle might help me out.  It didn't help a whole lot, at this point though.  Something else would have to be found to help out.

This is where it gets super strange.  On my way out of that dead town, I spotted a miserably old wrecked trailer.  The door was wide open, obviously with nary a resident in sight.  I cautiously approached this and entered, with the hope of finding a warmer piece of clothing or the like.  What I found instead would be a Godsend.  On the window in the living room was a large thick blanket covering the window.  I grabbed it...then started.  I heard a rustling outside that I was sure might be someone checking out the now closed trailer.  I bolted for a dark bedroom and waited.

Soon it became quite apparent that there were people walking through the trailer, and I moved ever so slowly to cover myself in my dark corner.  After it seemed like the walk through had ended, I moved to the living room to find the door once again wide open.  I freaked.  I bolted for the door, and saw a brand new caddy drive by, with a single occupant.  Not wanting to find out if they might be searching for someone they didn't recognize as being the one they suspected might have been in that trailer made me a little paranoid.  I would later discover that my paranoia was pretty well founded.

As the caddy passed me by, I made a run to get out of that dead place.  I made for the highway, but didn't quite make it before two cars caught up to me.

The first contained about 5 boys.  It slowed down, and I noticed that at least 5 heads had all turned in my direction.  With a slight whimper, I wrapped the blanket closer around me, and then noticed that the 2nd vehicle was the newer caddy that had passed by me earlier.  Now I was seriously tripping, and walked faster.  I watched as both cars reached the highway I was headed towards, then both moved on to go another mile North, then east, then back to the original road they had passed me by on.  By this time I had reached the highway, and had made it around a 1/4 mile past this to the West.

I then watched as the caddy went East...and the original car with the boys had turned no other direction than the one I had been headed in.  All I could think about at this time was Stephen King's Children of the Corn, and decided on what I would later discover would be a very prudent move...I made for the dark corn field to my left and covered my entire body with the blanket.  They passed me by...then stopped and turned around in about another 1/8...as far, I imagine, as I could have possibly made it by this time.

Now, if this had stopped then, I would have chalked it all up to paranoia.  But here's the weird thing...when the two cars again met up at the same checkpoint road, I watched for another two hours as these same cars branched out to further and further roads, as if they were still looking for the offender...just because I had borrowed an ichy blanket out of an already demolished and abandoned trailer that wouldn't have been salvagable by fire even.  I think my life, even though it's not worth a whole bunch as it stands, was certainly worth this town's huge sacrifice of a ratted out blanket in a trailer that wasn't worth the money they might have gotten by scrapping the metal on it, or wasn't even being lived in, and whose door was wide open.  It gave me the creeps, and I ducked and covered often, yet usually had beaten them and continued on before they made it to the next road.  I was never more pleased to get away from a town in Iowa than that one, people.  The actions taken by these horribly bored residents made DHS's stuff look like amateur scare tactics,  compared to what I witnessed in Dawson, believe that.

I walked over 12 miles to the next town of Jamaica Iowa.  This brought my running walking miles to a whopping total of 20 in those limited hours.  I reached Jamaica, and finally ran into yet another sheriff.  This one would run me to Carroll County, my home county.  I don't think I'll be returning to Guthrie county...well, ever, I can bet, unless I'm drivin' straight through.

As the sheriff there dropped me off, he promised he would contact the Carroll County sheriff to get me the remainder of the way, a statement I didn't feel the need to argue about.  I gladly waited, and the promised Sheriff did arrive.  He got me as far as Glidden, about 7 miles outside of Carroll, and I once again stuck out the ol' thumb thinkin' I wouldn't be long getting a ride at all, considering the distance I wanted to go.

Instead, I walked almost another 5 miles before I would get a ride into Carroll, bringing the whole walking total to more miles in that distance of travel than I had ever experienced in a combined run of equal or greater distance.  There has never been a happier guy than me than to finally get home, take a shower (that I hadn't done for over 3 days) and change the clothes that I had been in for the same frame of time.  Pretty weird for an otherwise cut and dried ordeal that most would go through in the same circumstances, eh?  :D

SPECIAL NOTE:  The church blog post, will, of course, be replaced at the head of the blog again following a 24 hour reading of this post.  This is only to allow the promised new readers of law enforcement to reap their thanks for doing the father right in this strange and scary time.  Now, that will, of course, place that post back at the bottom of the "Most Read Posts" list, and start it back over...but I'm sure you fine readers will drive it right back up again.  Toodles.