Pool of blood
I gave everyone involved in my false restraining order plenty of time to mend their ways, but pride, or whatever twisted human emotion, or greed, would not allow them to stop hurting me. No go, so names, or whatever I decide, will fly freely! I do not feel remorse for telling what was done to me. I was brutalized, thrown into jail under a FALSE restraining order! There can be no contempt under a restraining order that was INVALID from the start!
You don't know nightmare, until you have had a judge (Judge Lisa A. Novak) clear the courtroom by the attorney, Charlie Smith IV, she FORCED upon me (to keep me quiet and provide no defense) and then smile a weird smile and plow into me with a tirade so intense and brutal, that I must have passed out. The next day, I had lumps all over my face (that a doctor said looked like hives from the text pic I sent.)
Kaiser Attorney, Mike Guasco yells at me so closely to my face, that it feels like he is searing my skin. Everyone in the false restraining order case yells at me. I guess they enjoy seeing a cancer surviving senior widow with M.S. eroding before their
eyes.
Try being falsely put into jail. You try and make a joke of it at first, but when reality sets in, it is a piece of shit. They made me take off
EVERYTHING and looked me over! I was given brown underwear, the material was barely clinging to the elastic to give them any structure at all. (I guess brown to hide obvious past stains....Ewwwww!) I was given a sports bra that barely contained my mature breasts and was tight in circumference. The pants were tight and uncomfortable, since I have lympedema from a year of chemo, resulting in my legs being large and uneven in size. (I had to expose what I ordinarily cover with a skirt.) My jewelry was taken away, so that I could graze equally amongst the herd, I suppose. (Individuality in jail is a "no, no", I guess...must be why tats are so popular...)
It was cold, so I wore my blanket as a shawl. There was a molded plastic "bed" that was a single piece, with pillow as a lump on one end. I cannot sleep lying flat (even with a lump raising my head) so I propped myself up against the wall to "sleep." (No real sleep.)
Nothing to do, but stare at the wall where someone had written some business model, or something in pencil, no doubt an unrepentant embezzler seeking a new con (Pencil? I didn't get one of those....) or wonder about the large dried pool of blood on the floor....how did it happen? Why was it still there lingering with the gang of dust bunnies that stampeded around with any disturbance of air activating them? I guess the filth was to show all of us "on the inside" that we did not deserve clean....(just paint it brown, that might help...)
My neighbor to my left was either keeping up her drumming chops, insane, or showing her displeasure with the way her bologna sandwich was prepared, but she had a skin crawling way of pounding on the glass that went from slow and rhythmic, to
747 landing on the roof! Then, from somewhere deep in the bowels of the compound, someone was rapidly flushing the toilet multiple times in a row several times a day! (I counted 18 at one point...) I told a deputy that we were in a water shortage situation and to please see about curbing that water wasting entertainment. Miraculously, it stopped!
When I got my hour out of the cell, I asked if I could use some cleaning supplies so I could "spiff up" the common area. In that hour, I cleaned the floors, tables, chairs, telephone, and....the shower...where, I pulled from the drain, using a mop....the biggest ball of hair that had to have been found in captivity! My stomach was turning, but it was for a cause, so I managed to settle my queasiness and not dry heave over it. (I wasn't eating, out of protest for being there; more bologna for the others...)
Crap! My hour was over, and didn't even clean my own crime scene looking jail cell! Guess who ever was keeping an eye on Jeffrey Epstein must have been working the woman's correctional facility at the time...
To be continued....
You don't know nightmare, until you have had a judge (Judge Lisa A. Novak) clear the courtroom by the attorney, Charlie Smith IV, she FORCED upon me (to keep me quiet and provide no defense) and then smile a weird smile and plow into me with a tirade so intense and brutal, that I must have passed out. The next day, I had lumps all over my face (that a doctor said looked like hives from the text pic I sent.)
Kaiser Attorney, Mike Guasco yells at me so closely to my face, that it feels like he is searing my skin. Everyone in the false restraining order case yells at me. I guess they enjoy seeing a cancer surviving senior widow with M.S. eroding before their
eyes.
Try being falsely put into jail. You try and make a joke of it at first, but when reality sets in, it is a piece of shit. They made me take off
EVERYTHING and looked me over! I was given brown underwear, the material was barely clinging to the elastic to give them any structure at all. (I guess brown to hide obvious past stains....Ewwwww!) I was given a sports bra that barely contained my mature breasts and was tight in circumference. The pants were tight and uncomfortable, since I have lympedema from a year of chemo, resulting in my legs being large and uneven in size. (I had to expose what I ordinarily cover with a skirt.) My jewelry was taken away, so that I could graze equally amongst the herd, I suppose. (Individuality in jail is a "no, no", I guess...must be why tats are so popular...)
It was cold, so I wore my blanket as a shawl. There was a molded plastic "bed" that was a single piece, with pillow as a lump on one end. I cannot sleep lying flat (even with a lump raising my head) so I propped myself up against the wall to "sleep." (No real sleep.)
Nothing to do, but stare at the wall where someone had written some business model, or something in pencil, no doubt an unrepentant embezzler seeking a new con (Pencil? I didn't get one of those....) or wonder about the large dried pool of blood on the floor....how did it happen? Why was it still there lingering with the gang of dust bunnies that stampeded around with any disturbance of air activating them? I guess the filth was to show all of us "on the inside" that we did not deserve clean....(just paint it brown, that might help...)
My neighbor to my left was either keeping up her drumming chops, insane, or showing her displeasure with the way her bologna sandwich was prepared, but she had a skin crawling way of pounding on the glass that went from slow and rhythmic, to
747 landing on the roof! Then, from somewhere deep in the bowels of the compound, someone was rapidly flushing the toilet multiple times in a row several times a day! (I counted 18 at one point...) I told a deputy that we were in a water shortage situation and to please see about curbing that water wasting entertainment. Miraculously, it stopped!
When I got my hour out of the cell, I asked if I could use some cleaning supplies so I could "spiff up" the common area. In that hour, I cleaned the floors, tables, chairs, telephone, and....the shower...where, I pulled from the drain, using a mop....the biggest ball of hair that had to have been found in captivity! My stomach was turning, but it was for a cause, so I managed to settle my queasiness and not dry heave over it. (I wasn't eating, out of protest for being there; more bologna for the others...)
Crap! My hour was over, and didn't even clean my own crime scene looking jail cell! Guess who ever was keeping an eye on Jeffrey Epstein must have been working the woman's correctional facility at the time...
To be continued....
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