My girlfriend Ginger and I, Josh Bempechat, have lived together at 5542 Kester ave. #4, for the last couple of years. Three years ago, in 1997, around June, 3 so-called police officers knocked on our door requesting to search the premisis. I opened the door and asked to see a warrant. They replied that they didn’t have one and that they received a tip that someone was growing marijuana on the premisis. I told them that I was not and they asked if they could come in and take a look around. I replied that if they wanted to do their job, they would have to go get a proper warrant, signed by a judge. They then stated that if I wasn’t growing , I shouldn’t be opposed to them taking a look around. To that I replied that I am a "states rights" activist and that I don’t believe in the blatant violation of privacy and rights and I would not support it. At that point one of them asked if they could wait in the living room while they got a warrant and to this I responded, "No, I am going to take my girlfriend to work and this is where I live and I’m not going anywhere so if you want to come back I’ll be back in an hour." After this they finally left. A couple of days later, my landlord at the time, Jesse, told me that the owner of the gas station asked him what was going on in our apartment building, because he had noticed the police had set up surveillance on our apartment for some reason and had been there the last couple of days.
     Around the first of November, 1998, during theevening time approx. 9 or 10 P.M., a man knocked loudly on the door, I responded by asking who it was without opening the door and he asked loudly, in a semi-drunken voice “Is Larry there ? “. I responded stating “there is no larry here?”, I thought this was a little suspicious. At approx. 8 P.M. on Nov 11th, 1998, my girlfriend had just left to go borrow a little money so we could pay our phone bill on time, and I heard that same knock. When I asked who it was, it was the same voice asking for someone, I think Larry, and I responded that they don't live here. After that the man asked if this was 5542 Cedros and I said “No , it’s Kester” and he left. About ten minutes later, I heard a yell at the front door, “Police, open up we have a search warrant!!, I hesitated momentarily after saying “hold on just a second”, to hide anything from plain view, mainly a bong on the table, when the door was broken in with a battering ram and a gun was pointed to my face. “Freeze, Don’t Move!!, put your hands up!!”. Then I was taken and led outside while six or seven officers stormed into our tiny two bedroom apartment. I stated at that
point that they were making a big mistake and that I lived here with my girlfriend who is a cancer patient and we both have doctor’s recommendations. I was told that none of that matters and 215 is not the law. They proceeded to dig through my two growrooms, one for "mothers" and one for buds.
     There were approx. 50 plants, some almost ready for harvest and some about half way through their cycle. In the "mother" room there were four plants, about 2 feet tall each. Not very bushy, we were having a problem with spider mites. As I sat in handcuffes they refused to look at any papers or doctor’s notes and they asked if there was anything else they would find. I told them “No” that we don’t hide anything and everything is out in the open. I tried to tell them that there are other ways of dealing with this and that this was not necessary. I told them there are many cases where the police do not arrest the person, but they are charged anyways and must present their documentation at the court on the date set, and that they don't need to take everything. I told them they are commiting theft of our medicine and that they are violating our rights and that this would eventually all come back on them in court. I offered to show them how to avert the criminal acts they were commiting, and work with me to bring this before the court without damaging us or our medicine. The basic consensus of the ignorant group was that it didn’t really matter. They kept telling me they were only doing their job. Ginger arrived at approx. 9 p.m. By this time, they were cutting down the plants and going through the entire house, tearing through our most intimite things. They stole two ballasts from us. One 1000w metal halide and a 1000w high pressure sodium, each worth about $300.00. The officers stole about 200 cookies baked with canna-butter, made from our leaves and trim. The herbal medicine value stolen is approx. 3750.00. Not including the loss in grow time needed to bring about a harvest. (In this case, it was 5 months, because we needed to grow the mothers before we could take cuttings).
     On the way to the station I asked one of the so-called officers why they were doing this and basically the reply was, "215 is not law", "We decide which laws we enforce and which ones are bullshit", "for instance 187, bullshit, english -only education - bullshit". "Do you think the voters really wanted those laws?" So your very humble narrator was taken and held on $25,000.00 bail and charged with 2 felony counts. One for
possession for sales and one for cultivation.
     Next, I was arrested for petitioning at Trader Joes, which by the way is a piece of s**t company and if I were you I wouldn't support them at all, since they routinely violate petitioner's rights by calling the police on them. So, I was charged by this B**ch ex-cop lesbian woman, (not that I have anything against lesbians, but they are not favorable to men when it gets personal) with battery, which is the opposite of what happened. Actually two employees came up and pushed me out of the area and I kept going around them, but they were both bigger than me and I am not a fighter, unless it is to keep out of real danger. In other words she LIED. An ex-cop lying and making up a story. Can you believe that? Surprise, surprise! Anyway, they had to change the charge later to trespassing, BECAUSE SHE LIED and probably couldn't get anyone to back her story up when it would certainly go to court, which it did. This incident has since passed, and I got probation (stay away from trader joes for two years) By the way, this is the 2nd time in one year I was arrested for petitioning. The first time was Cosco, which I have a federal lawsuit against right now. (I was since offered $24,000 in an out of court settlement. ) Next.

     So now on to venice beach in March.

     Venice beach incident

      There was an ongoing a conspiracy by members of the LAPD Pacific division venice beach patrol to subvert my rights to free speech, political activities, and fundraising. I have been working on venice beach since 1991 and existed there without any
problems for years.
     The problems started around December sometime went I returned to working on the beach after having been gone for about 1 ½ years. I have a Hemp /  medical marijuana Legalization and political information booth. 80 % of what I have is political information, some of it is completely free. I have posters displaying political information. I register people to vote and sign them up for petitions. Some of these petitions are paid some are not. I ask a minimum donation for Hemp products, t-shirts and bumperstickers, books and videos, ALL POLITICAL, to help support myself and cover costs. I work closely and in coordination with Jack Herer and the H.E.M.P. organization in van nuys and venice beach.
     After having been gone for 1 ½ years doing  strictly petitioning work I came back to a whole different venice than the one I had left. There were different police officers whom I didn’t know and who didn’t know me. The first problem occurred the first day I was there. I have two “E-Z ups” these are four legged pop up 10’ by 10’ tents. I use these to cover the t-shirts and books that easily get ruined in the sun all day. They also enable me to hang my signs and some products.
     The police came over to me after I was set up already and told me that I couldn’t have a pop up tent on this side of the beach. (Artists side). At first I told them o.k. and they drove away. Then as I was taking it down, I thought to myself, wait a minute, this is going to make things very difficult for me. So I stopped breaking the booth down and left it until the officers came back around so that I could ask them to see the law or code that says you can’t have one on the beach or whatever it was that they were referring to.
     When they came back I explained to them that I would be willing to take down the tents, but I would like to see the law first that they are referring to. This upset the officers immensely because they could not cite it and asked me if I was challenging the law. I responded by saying that I can't challenge anything I haven’t seen, but that I wasn’t doing that, I was only asking to see which regulation they were referring to. After all I have done this for 7 years without a problem. I felt it might be arbitrary harrassment.
     Well finally, the sergeant came over and he was very nice, I wish I could remember his name, but he pointed out to me that there was an old code that existed that they were never enforcing before which prohibited four sided tents and I agreed to take it down, which I did right away.
     Well now, I had a dilemma or where to hang my main sign. I remembered that Jingles, the vegetarian political information booth also on the boardwalk has been using the trash cans to attach the poles of his sign to. I figured if there was a problem, they would have let him know, after all he has been setting up the same way for years on the boardwalk.
     This worked fine for a few weeks, then as I was setting up one morning, a lady from the parks dept. noticed my sign attached to the trash can and warned me that if her boss saw that he probably wouldn’t approve. I told her that if he has a problem with it to come and discuss it with me. She went right to the police and a half-hour later they were there at my booth telling me I couldn’t use the trash can to attach my sign to. I explained to them that the vegetarian information booth has been doing it for years and I didn’t believe there was anything wrong or someone would have said something to him by now. The officer informed me that it was no excuse to do it and I had to take it down or face getting cited. I told him I felt I was being unfairly harassed and that I would just like to see the code section he is referring to. This made hime very mad as he tried to look it up and couldn’t find it, then telling me he would go get the sergeant and he won’t be too happy.
     About 1 ½ hour later two police cars including the sergeant came over and he was screaming at me “How dare you question the authority of these officers, what kind of crazy person are you? Nobody ever questions what we say, they just do what their told”.  To this I responded, well they must be a bunch of slaves that your dealing with because I am not a lemming and I’m not marching off the cliff and I’m also not marching into any concentration camp. Then he said, “who said anything about concentration camps?” and I told him that is exactly where we are headed when everyone accepts authority without question, and does exactly as they are told. I mentioned that we are losing what little is left of our free society because the police waste their time bothering people for commercial crimes and consentual crimes instead of victim crimes. I told him there are concentration camps in the united states today and that U.N. troops are training in America right now. This he laughed about and told me I was crazy. In the mean time he was writing me a ticket for posting my sign on the trash and I didn’t have my I.D. on me so I had to go to the car and get it. This ticket has since been thrown out.
     On the day of Jan 30th 1999, I was unloading in a private parking area. As I walked by transporting my boxes I noticed the police citing a homeless man sleeping in between a trash dumpster and a wall. It was right there where I was walking by and in passing I made a comment to the officers. I said "What's the problem officers, is he sleeping in a no-sleeping zone?"  I just thought of this as a little joke and didn’t bother even stopping, but the police officer Rex McDaniel called me over and asked me if I was the man’s lawyer, to which I responded,  "No, I’m not but you don’t have to take things so seriously, I wasn’t trying to be rude, only funny."  I kept doing my thing, but when they were done citing the homeless man they told me to stop while they asked me some questions. They told me don’t interfere with what were doing, where is your I.D.? I
showed it to them and they asked if the van was my vehicle, and where’s the registration? I told him the truth, that it is not my vehicle, but it used to be and my girlfriend bought it off me, and more recently we decided to donate it to a foundation who allow us to use it. Then he started asking me why I was parked where I was? Did I have permission? Why is the van three inches over the white line that seperates the spaces for the cars. I told him I needed room to unload and not hit the car on my right with the door as it was opening. Then he said “So you did it on purpose!” I then responded no, I did it to prevent damage to another vehicle. He then cited me with a parking ticket for being parked over the white line, even though
it was on private property and he wrote on the ticket that I stated that I did this purpose.
     After this they brought in a new regulation that everyone has to set up at 9:30 and not before. Originally when I was down there you could be there at any time and some people would show up at 6:30 a.m.. Well this got to be a problem because of fights over space early in the morning and the police and city, I guess decided that people shouldn’t be allowed to set up before 8:00. This is how it was when I returned to the beach in December. On a different day a while later,  the day the so-called riot occurred on venice beach, earlier that morning the police came by and told everyone that they would have to wait until 9:30 to set up.
     A week later when I was down on the beach, I asked a couple of the police officers to show me what “New” law or code they were referring to that says that political groups or anyone cannot set up before 9:30. For about 15 minutes the officers rummaged through their paperwork and couldn’t find it all the time insisting that it was there, somewhere.
     I told them that the reason I was asking was because, every day there is some new “rule” or “regulation” limiting our activities on the beach and that pretty soon I felt we wouldn’t even be allowed to stand on the beach, while all the time the officers may not realize there is no such law or rule or code. So I explained that I was just trying to participate as a citizen to insure that the laws were being followed and not abused and made up. This was very upsetting and frustrating to the two officers, but I explained to them that my intention was not to bother them or harsass them unnecessarily, that I believed it was their job to know the law especially the ones they are attempting to enforce. They ended up giving me a card for Sgt.
Arneson, who I tried at least 5 times over the following days to reach but it was impossible. I waited on the phone for hours as they kept giving me the run-around.
     The next event occurred a couple of weeks later when I returned to the beach. I had help. My sister’s boyfriend Dan came along to help me with the booth. After a few hours, a couple of his friends stopped by to talk for a while and they sat down on the grass right behind the booth. I wasn’t paying too close attention at this time because the booth was very busy with people asking questions, but a couple of police officers came over and talked to the group sitting on the grass. 3 or 4 people. After the police left I asked them what that was all about and Dan was explaining to me that the police were giving them suspicious looks and asked Dan’s friend what was in his hand. Dan explained that his friend was holding a smokey quartz crystal and the officer wanted to see what was in his hand. Well, within a few minutes after Dan explaining this to me the Officers came back over and wanted to know what Dan was smoking. It was a cigarette that he was almost finished with. As he finished it right away by putting it out, as he was rubbing it in the grass and before he could even let go of it, if that was even his intention, the officer told him he was breaking the law by littering. At this point I stepped in and asked why the officer was harassing my friend as he was putting him in handcuffs and searching him.
     The officer (Again Rex McDaniel), the same officer from the previous incident, asked me if I was his lawyer, to which I responded, "No, but I might have to be a witness and I was observing what was happening." Then McDaniel told me to produce some I.D. and I told him that it wasn’t on me. He asked me if I accepted donations and I said "yes". Then he asked me for a business license and I told him I was political and not a business. He asked me if I would accept nothing and give away a hat. I told him that would break me financially and I can’t just give things away for free that cost me. He then told me I had to give everything away or I am breaking the law. He then told me to step over by the police car and I stated that I
didn’t know there was a law that required you to carry I.D. on you when you go out or go somewhere. Then he put me in handcuffs and searched me after I told him not to and asked him if I was under arrest, to which he replied “yes”.
     While searching me, McDaniel made a comment. He said “So you like to interfere with us and our work, huh”. While searching me he found a half of a gram of cannabis in a bag and a pipe. He instructed the other officer to search the booth and the contents for more marijuana. They returned with a backpack, I’m not sure who it beloged to, but it wasn’t mine and I was never asked if it was mine. I explained to them that I have a doctor’s recommendation and it was in my pocket. They didn’t seem to be interested. I asked why they were arresting me for a half of a gram and not just citing me and the officer made a comment like “What do you mean, you had almost just under an ounce or something”, to which I replied “There’s no way, there’s only a half as gram in that bag and that is all I had on me". However the officer was in possession of a small jar containing several grams of cannabis, I’m not sure because I only saw it for a second. They went over to the booth and took my two boxes of baggies that I use to display and hang my books and videos in and brought them over to the police car to be included as evidence. I use two sizes , medium and large bags. I slip hooks through the tops of the bags on both sides and them hang them on several peg-boards that I use to display information, books, and videos. These also protect them from the beach air and humidity as the bags are always open on top but protected from theft or the wind. I have done this for years.
     I was then transported to the other side of the beach where Sgt. Arneson was, and after the officers got out of the car and were approaching him, I overheard him say something like “Oh yeah, that’s him, that’s the one who challenges our authority, he never listens, he's a troublemaker”. Then he came over and approached me. He started telling me about how I don’t think I need to have I.D. on me and how I’m always a problem for them and like to get in their way and the time and I was going to pay for it. As he was telling me something about how he would like world peace and everything to be merry, but it just isn’t that way and I had to laugh because I thought what he was saying was genuinly funny, but I WAS NOT
BEING RUDE. I was simply listening along with what he was explaining to me. Immediately when I laughted he got extremely angry and started accusing me of scoffing off what he was telling me. I responded desperately trying to communicate that that was not the matter and he was taking it all wrong. My attitude and laugh did not in any way provoke this kind of response. He continued yelling at me telling me that if  I’m going to insist on interfering in their affairs that I would get what’s coming.
     Off we went at this point to the police station, Pacific division, where I was booked. All along the way I was calmly trying to explain to the police officer that I didn’t believe that anything I did would warrant this kind of persecution and that obviously there was a vendetta among certain officers against me. At one point, when asking me “typical” medical questions I told him that it was private and he threw a hissy-fit turning around, yelling at me, “Your under arrest now!!, you will do everything we tell you without question!!” I responded by saying “Bullshit!!, I don’t have to tell you anything”. I was trying to be as nice as possible under the circumstances. I even apologized and told him that I agreed that it was wrong to interfere, but that Dan was with me helping me and I did not want to see him harassed unnecessarily.  The officer didn’t care though, saying  “You want to interfere, but you don’t want to pay the price, well you should have had your I.D. on you", etc.
     At the jail after I found out I was being charged with possession with intent to sell, I got scared that the $10,000 bond would be to high and I would not be able to get out of jail for a while. I also fear being beaten up in jail at the request of the LAPD. I demanded to see a magistrate IMMEDIATELY!. I told them they would not get shit from me, no fingerprints, no cooperation, nothing until I saw a magistrate to determine if I was being Legally held and if the bail was not excessive and could be lowered.
     The Sergeant McGarity (#25579) was brought in and told me that I not only could not see a magistrate until Monday morning, but that if I didn’t give them my fingerprints they would be forcibly taken from me by two big jailers that would come in and hold me down. I yelled at the officer that he could not do that. That fingerprints cannot be EXTRACTED by force and that I have a right according to the penal code to be brought before a magistrate as soon as possible. All I got back from him was “You will not be allowed to see a magistrate. There is not one on duty at this time, they have all gone home etc.” I told him there must be one always on duty in case of the need to issue warrants or in case someone like me demands to be brought before one. He just kept telling me "NO!". Then I warned him that I would be filing criminal charges against him for Obstruction of Justice if he did not bring me to a magistrate. Then at that point he tried to convince me that if I went along with him, I could call for bail reduction services and if I were approved they would contact the jailer and it is up to him to determine my approval. Well, needless to say, now I felt like he was the only person who could really help me and, being scared, I went along on the condition that he was telling me the truth about what he was saying and also that he would genuinely help me.
     Never at any time EVER was I read my Miranda Rights. (This charge was never pursued, fortunately for them.)
     Penal Code  Section 145 reads “Every public officer or other person, having arrested any person upon a criminal charge, who willfully delays to take such person before a magistrate having jurisdiction, to take his examination, is guilty of a misdemeanor”.

     In march, the same month, was my pre-trial for the first two charges. Our Doctor William Eidleman appeared for us to help with our defense. J. David Nick, Peron's Attorney, and James Silva, were both representing me.
     After 3 days of testimony, and after I testified, as well as my girlfriend, they finally threw out the possession for sales charge. True, we had a scale, a triple beam at that, but it was in the kitchen, along with the cookies, and was used for measuring leaf amounts for cooking. And since no one was seen going to and from my residence in any suspicious manners. (No late night visitors or people coming in, and then leaving 5 minutes later)
     But the judge did not want to let this go. Judge Jessica Silvers decided on her own judgement, that the doctor was a quack and nothing more than a "Mill for marijuana doctor's recommendations". The reason she stated this was because the doctor did not cite very many sources for his knowledge of cannabis. Even though he has written a book on it, and never mind the fact that for 22 years he practiced in a completely seperate field, before 215 was passed. But none of that mattered to the High Priestess of the Church of the Inquisition, Judge Jessica Silvers, and her Deputy D.A. henchpal Theresa Hutchison.
     After the pretrial was over, and a trial date set, the D.A, Hutchison insisted to the judge that I be tested and kept off cannabis, just so, in case the DEA raided me again next week, I would not be in anymore trouble. The BITCH actually stated this. She would want to see patients suffer, because she doesn't believe in alternative medicine.
     At first, the issue which seemed to present a problem was the fact that, since I have had asthma as a kid, since I was 9 or ten, I haven't seen a doctor about it once. I had Pnuemonia when I was 4 or 5. Severe allergies, since I was born, and chronic bronchitis as well. Since I had discoved cannabis, when I was around 13, (like most of us when we first try to experiment with drugs), I had come to realize the medical benefits. For instance, when I smoke, instantly, phlegm comes up and out of my system, and allows me to breath. Twice at Grateful dead concerts in Sacramento, where there is alot of dirt blowing around, and pollens, I was saved from having to go to the hospital, because I couldn't breath at all. Marijuana
made the difference, and could have saved my life.
     But since, I had never tried an inhaler, and don't believe at all in pharmaceuticals or conventional medicine, this was seen as an opportunity to point out that I must not be serious about my conditions, if I haven't seen a doctor, or don't take anything conventional medicine for my asthma. Another reason I use it medicinally, is to prevent migrain headaches, which if you ask any of my close friends, occurs whenever I am around cigarettes, which I am highly allergic to. When my father died of Lung cancer, when I was 12, I forced my mom to quite cigarettes. Ever since then, if I get near them, they kill me. I can't stand them, and they make me sick, and I get an instant migraine headache, and start to feel disoriented. Marijuana helps that tremendously by making the headaches go away. So, basically, I have found a cheap alternative way to self-medicate without their corporate synthetic pharmaceutical monopoly bullshit, and they didn't like it one bit.

     Next incident arrived in May. On May 3rd, two days after my birthday, and almost two months after the pre-trial, there is another loud knock on my door. Shouting "Police, Open Up, we have a warrant". I am thinking to myself at this moment, I can't believe this, don't these fascist pigs have anything better to do".
     We had continued growing cannabis despite the first raid and the upcoming trial, because we were IN THE RIGHT, and THEY were the criminals, and it was just a matter of time before we would be vindicated. I had grown 5 mother plants in between that time, and I had just taken 30 cuttings (clones), the night before the raid. So when they came in they saw, you guessed it, 35 marijuana plants, and arrested me again. Despite the fact that the cuttings had not taken root, were only 4 1/2 inches tall, and some may not have survived. It doesn't matter because, NOW, it costs another $10,000.00 for lawyers, and cultivation experts, and airfare and hotels for your "experts".
     This time it was "enhanced" because of the fact that I was out on bail from the first one. While the cops were in my home, the one officer, (it was the same ones again) said to me "Why don't you move to Oakland or something", to which I replied, I am about to, if you guys would just let me get out of here. I am just waiting for the case to be resolved. So, now, even though it was only cultivation, no possession for sales, they still put a $35,000.00 bail on me. If it wasn't for the services of a really "good hearted" bailbondsman, I would have spent all my time in jail awaiting trial.
    By this point they had ruined us financially. We had to borrow from people that didn't even exist at this point. We were out of money with all the bail costs, which I'm still, as of  June 2000, paying off. So now, I just had to wait till the trial to see if they throw out the charges, but to no avail,

     During this second raid, after I got home from the police station, I noticed the license plate had been removed from my van. The van is in a trust, and does not belong to me. It belongs to a foundation, for which I do research. The foundation is located outside of California. The plate must have been removed by the police to keep me from driving around. This made me very suspicious. I have been without a license (sovereign minded) for a couple of years, as well as no insurance, etc. Well, I had a court date coming up in June, and felt it would be best to renew my license soon. Also, by this time, I had spotted and caught someone watching my apartment early in the morning, so I figured they weren't done with me, yet. I reported the missing plates to the foundation, so they could replace them for me. They did, and when I recieved them, they were from New Hampshire, instead of Tennessee, where it was registered previously. Also, coincidentally, the license plates read "Live Free or Die" on them.
     About a week and a half later, I'm going to go to court again, and I decided to renew my license, as I felt "heat" coming down. And boy am I glad I did. This next incident happened the very NEXT DAY!
     I had noticed on the search warrant, that the officer made a point of the tennessee license plates, and made the comment that I might be de-frauding the DMV and to instigate an investigation. The reason being, that if you live in California and you own a car, and it's in California, it MUST be registered in California. Well, that' fine and all, BUT, I don't own the van anymore. We donated it to the foundation, and now all we do is travel around in it. Well, it isn't my fault they don't have a law for that one.

     On my way back from court (I only lived a few blocks away at the time), I noticed a cruiser SPEED up to catch up with me, and then I started to make a left turn into my driveway, and the lights go on. "Please pull over". At this point I felt like a Rat in an experiment, and I knew, that thay wanted to "GET" me. It just felt "all too real and unbelieveable". But, within moments, my worst fears at that time were confirmed. The officer asks to see License , insurance, etc. Fortunately, I went and got my license, ONE DAY BEFORE this. So, after reviewing the info. for less than 60 seconds, the officer comes back with "Sir, please step out of the car and put your hands behind your back, your being placed under arrest for suspicion regarding 'Felony Defrauding the DMV'.  Can you believe this? You the reader, can you believe this? Does it all seem too unreal? Like a bad dream?   --  Welcome to the New World Order!!

     So, now I'm at the station, yelling and screaming for someone to protect me, and that my life is in danger, and that there is a conspiracy to kill me. A couple of officers tried to talk to me, and I informed them to my best ability, that I was the victim of a political conspiracy, and that they probably wanted me dead. I kept repeating this, along with the statements that I was innocent of any wrongdoing. As they were booking me in, they couldn't find the appropriate code section, because there was none, because there were no laws against what I was doing. So this took over an hour, then an attorney, friend of the family came down to help me, and it was really strange, but they told him right off the bat, that they were not going to violate any of my constitutional rights and so forth. But then, they ended up releasing me, because they didn't want to enter something that wasn't appropriate in the computers, and for some reason, Thank GOD, they released me, and only citing me with a infraction for cracked windshield, and to show "proof of proper registration" in court. However, they impounded the van, and tried to play games with us to get us to re-register it in california.
     This "struggle" went on for a week almost, as Ginger was on the phone constantly between the foundation and the police. It turns out that the computer at the DMV in New Hampshire wasn't reporting the registration because it hadn't come in yet. into the computer. Remember, I said earlier, that the foundation had re-registered it in New Hampshire. What happened was, the foundation opened a new office in New Hampshire, and registered it there this time, and sent me the plates. I put them on, but the registration was not in the computer yet in New Hampshire. So when the cops ran it, in their eyes, it wasn't properly registered at that moment. But, the truth was that IT WAS, they just didn't know it. This was on Friday. On the following Monday, only three days later, it came up in the DMV. But the police still refused to release the vehicle. They insisted we had to register it in California. Until finally, the Foundation insisted that WE did not have the authority to do THAT. That that was the end of that. Van released.
     On top of that, remember, the "please investigate for defrauding the DMV" that I saw on the warrant for the search. Well, THAT was my proof that there was indeed a "Conspiracy" at this point, and I was being targeted and "set-up" for slaughter.

     As  the trial approaches in Oct. 1999, I had been in court a couple more times. (This is what they do in order to justify their bloated budgets. Spend as many unneccessary days as possible in court doing NOTHING at all). The public defender on the second case, since I couldn't afford a lawyer anymore for the second case, ended up trying to tell me (like I am going to fall for this one) that the doctor's note I had, since it was a form letter, was invalid, and couldn't be relied on as legitimate. He said it didn't state the illness on it, (too vague) and that it was a simple "form letter". Therefore the judge was going to laugh at it, and the jury would reject it. Somehow, he must have thought that if I "bought" this line of crap, then the system would be more justified in MY eyes for coming at me. This is the Psychological Warfare (PsyOps) that they use against us. See, if I "believed" him about that, then there is nothing wrong with their enthusiasm for coming after me. That means I am defeated now, in MY mind. The truth IS that they were coming after me for "Political Reasons", and this was just a cover for their actions. But, they didn't want me to "know" this, because the conspiracy would then be more obvious to me.
    And, besides the point, I brought it up to the public defender too, that my original note, which I still have a copy of, DID, in fact, state my illness, and was not a form letter at all. The Doctor switched to a form type letter, without specifics, because he felt it was not anyone's business to know what is private between a patient and their doctor.

     The one thing they didn't take into consideration is that : I am not stupid, and I am very spiritual and the Spirit guides me in my life, and God is on my side, and looks after me.

     So, the next big event is the day we are supposed to do jury selection, and the plea bargains just keep coming. (Offers) They throw them at you, so you have to take one sooner or later. (Let's make a deal) Finally, my attorneys tell me they have struck a "great deal" with the D.A.   I have to plead "guilty" to both offenses, they will be combined, and I will only get probation, which requires admission to a treatment program. (Regular meetings for 5 months, which if I wasn't  ever exposed to criminal elements and chemical drugs, I was sure to be now). They even made it so that I could continue to use and grow, as long as I remained within the provisions of 215!!!!!!. CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS S**T!!! I hesitantly accepted the deal, since it only included summary probation for a limited time, and a few meetings. What I didn't consider was that they would keep coming after me for Bulls**t. This was around Oct. 1999. Now I have learned that this is what they are offering alot of people these days. So, I guess, it wasn't that "Great" of a "Deal" afterall. They usually never are, when you deal with the DEVIL.

     But, unfortunately, the war ain't over yet, as they say. Labor Day weekend and more problems. I was partying with some friends during Labor Day weekend at an event in San Bernadino. I am not going to get into all the details here. Anyhow, it went something like this. My girlfriend and I are in our van with the doors open on "private property" partying with some friends. We have nitrous oxide (laughing gas) in a couple of large bottles, and some balloons. (Hey, don't pass judgement, you BEER drinkers, some of us party on "other" things besides budweiser. I don't really care for alcohol much myself, and I don't do chemical drugs at all. Never tried cocaine, heroine, speed, or anything bad for you. And I don't hang around people who do these drugs, unless VERY moderately. So, if anyone says I have been selling, doing, or involved in cocaine, heroin, or other chemical drugs, they are full of S**T, without a doubt. And if I ever O.D. from any of these drugs, or pills, or anything like that, something is definitely fishy, and it should be looked into.)
     The Sheriffs pull up on horseback, and people split. I am inside the van with everything, not knowing that they are right there, but I'm not doing anything wrong, just partying and having a good time. They order me out of the van, and run my name, finding that I am on probation, and then tell me how much trouble i'm in, as they are reading me my rap sheet. (Battery, from the trader joes arrest, which wasn't battery at all, cultivation, possession with intent, possession with intent in Venice, tresspassing / COSTCO arrest, and now this. Needless to say folks, it didn't look good. Along with the nitrous, which I am not saying is mine, I had some cannabis, a little, about 3 grams, and my friend had about 7 grams, they took both of them, let him go, and charged me with the herb, even after I showed him a doctor's note, I had on me. AGAIN, the officer stated that "215 may be law in some parts of the state, but that hasn't been decided here yet", to which I replied, of course, "It is not up to you folks to decide whether it is law or not in your county, it is your MANDATE, your job is to uphold the law, which was passed by the voters overwhelmingly". And since there were two pipes, they charged me with possession of paraphenelia as well. But, the problem was they listed it as 2 "needles", not 2 pipes. Do you think they were trying to make me look bad??? Maybe those "Rap Sheets" should be cleaned by the system, once in a while, since they don't portray your true character at all, only how many times the Police have subverted your rights, and set you up.
     Oh well, those are cops for you who lives in a methamphetamine rich area of the country, where, if you aren't PART OF THEIR DRUG EMPIRE, and not working for them, selling their speed, then you aren't much good to them, and only could be a troublemaker. I don't have much use for them, and they don't have much for me. I told him that, and that he should let me go because I wasn't injuring anyone, and the sheriff is the highest law enforcement officer in the county, and that they could decide right there to let me go, but NO. They wanted MONEY.
     I had broken down the last time I went to San Bernadino, and remembered that my transmission had broken as I was trying to get up the hill. I was getting close to needing a new transmission, and I thought it would be good to bring some extra cash along. I brought $500.00 cash extra in hundreds, just in case. I didn't have a bank account at the time either. When they searched me and found this, they assumed it was "drug money". (Well, from what I have learned about what is really going on, anytime you can't prove where you got money from, it is considered "drug money". If you look on your IRS master file, and you can interpret it correctly, they have alot of us down as "drug dealers" and "insurance salesmen", and various other "pursuits". This is what is really going on. All that money in circulation is borrowed, therefore, it doesn't belong to you, and if you can't prove (with receipts) where it is from, it is considered "drug money". Well, if this is true then I guess they are right with that one. The only thing is, I had been collecting signatures for various initiatives, and making really good money. (Over $1000/week) So, the money was actually mine. )
     Then at the jail, I signed the paperwork "all rights reserved" under my name, and the lady at the desk CROSSED IT OUT, and made me do it over. (There is 1 criminal charge, right there). I got out on bail $900.00, and they haven't proceeded to press charges, until last month (May 2000).
     So then I decided to move to Oakland after making a killing on petitions. It was now or never, because petitions are a seasonal thing. You can make good money, but only for a short time. Well, the native american gaming, and the schools (bonds) were paying outrageous money for signatures, and I worked 12 hours a day every day, so I could move and start a new life. After the petitions were over, around december 1999, I attempted to move. I had made almost $10,000 in 3 weeks. (Now that's criminal!)

     I made 2 trips up north to look for a place, without incident. There and back, there and back. No problem. On the second time I found a place to live and came back to L.A. to get everything. I packed my van with everything I own. EVERYTHING. It was full, and I was outta here. Until, I was about 5 miles from the county line going up the 101, when red flashing lights went on, and I was pulled over. I had been weaving slightly due to the weight, but not enough for anyone to notice, I thought. This was really suspicious. It made a little more sense later, but at the time, I didn't understand what the officer was talking about.
     He said "sir, these plates are registered to a mustang". I thought he was making things up, as this was the FINAL SET-UP. But he seemed nice enough, but affirmed to me that he wanted to see the registration. Well, I couldn't find it since the van was packed full, and I didn't have a clue where it was. He wasn't too happy with that, and threatened to seize the van, and everything in it. F**KING GREAT!!!  Everything in the world that I own, It's 10:00 at night, and I want to get the hell out of dodge. Fortunately, my girlfriend Ginger, my soulmate and true friend, was there in another car following behind me to make sure I made it up there safe. Which she did. (Thank you very much Ginger.)
     So then the officer was alot more friendly to me after there is a girl standing there screaming at him to let us go and that all the paperwork is in order. So he let's us go, and tells me to take care of it when I get a chance. (Take care of what, I thought)
     Well, it just so happens that I made a stupid mistake and didn't realize it. Just a month prior, my front plate was stolen, and I requested the foundation to send me another one. I didn't realize it, because they never told me, but they re-registered it again, with new plates, and so the old plates had gone to a mustang, apparantly. But I still had not opened the package with the plates in them yet, as I had no need to, since I still had my back plate. BUT, that still doesn't explain or convince me why I should get pulled over, when I was moving out of town, when it was at night, and the truth IS, if you THINK about it, that the officer would have had to pull up along side me or behind me, in the DARK, look at my plate, then RUN IT, to find out it wasn't the right # I.D., etc., THEN pull me over.
     What I saw was the officer drove up on the side of me, behind me for approx. 30 seconds, then tried to nudge in, between Ginger's car, who was behind me, and the van. She drove close so that no one would get in between us. The officer insisted, and pushed his way in, then within 10 seconds more, he was pulling me over. I seriously don't think he had the time to consider whether he should call my plate in, then actually get the plate #, then make the call in, then etc. It all happend too quick. But the final result was that he let me go with a warning. TO ME, this was a warning from LOS ANGELES POLICE, to GET OUT & STAY OUT!
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