Police State

June 5, 2006

At 12:30am Monday morning I recived a knock on my door. Naturally I quickly get out of bed and grab my Hanwei katana and then a pair of pants. Upon answering my door I am swiftly greeted with “MESA POLICE, COME OUTSIDE”. After I am outside the door (aside from my hand holding the katana behind the door) the kind robots in blue decide to ask me my name and then they start to tell me of the crime “I” commited wich led to such a friendly late night visit. Apparently a girl (name omitted for other innocent victim’s privacy) had called the police stating someone called her threatening and harrassing her and that they stated they were me and gave her my name and phone number. The police then briskly swept up from their stools at wichever donut shop or mexican food store run by illegals that they frequent and rushed over to my house to deal with this huge threat to society as swiftly and brutally as they could. I inform the kind officers of the law that I do not know the complainant in question and have no clue who she is. I also thusly inform them that I do not recall making any phone calls at all this evening. At this point officer #1 proudly exclaims “well we don’t make a habit of bothering people who don’t recall commiting a crime”. As I am sure you would be I was highly offended by his mocking quip.

Both officers continued being rude to me all the while I was politely doing all that they asked me too to prove my innocence. At this point officer #1 asked me if I had a job and where I worked. I informed them that I happen to work for the largest fire department in the country and at this point officer #2′s demeanor completely changed. They had then asked me to retreive my phone so I could show them that I had not called the complainant in question which I gladly agreed to do.

As I went inside to grab my phone the officers invited themselves in to my house without my consent. To make matters worse when I went to show the officer my call list he took my phone out of my hand and started snooping through my call list and contacts. After the nice officers decided they could not get any more information from me they decided it was time for them to leave, quite rudely at that.

Now the nice irony kicks in. The crime wich they rushed over here to bust me for was a class 1 misdemeanor. The crimes commited against me not counting the tresspassing of the police total to atleast 4 class 5 felonies or better including criminal impersonation, trafficking in the identity of a person or entity, and according to Arizona state laws terrorism by means of using my Identity to conceal their own.

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