I'm Checking Up On You Because "I Care"

The last few day and nights I've had a Boxer dog visiting me (It was being neglected by the owner, obviously) And, if you don't believe me, just check out the DNA of the poop piles the dog left in my backyard.

Anyway, after a few nights of wondering what those sounds were of someone or something prowling around my trailer I heard (what is left of my hearing thanks to Eve Oldenkamp, a public defender who rolled over my speedy rights trial and sent me to the nut house for three month) I heard, (not sure what time it was), someone banging on my door.

When you are in the situation that I am Click here, the trust of everyone around you has diminished and eroded into hell. It was way after dark, so I grabbed my trusty crowbar and proceeded to answer the front door. Asking who it was, I got a reply it was the police. The Po Po was evidently asking me if I knew where someone was. Or, rather if a "gentleman" was living here.

This is not the first time the Po Po came to my residence asking where someone was. The Po Po always refer to me as, "Mame". Isn't that ridiculous? It is so insulting. Once I asked them to call me whore because the Po Po are an individualized society and culture that believes everyone is a criminal. The Po Po do not break rules, policies, regulations AND especially do not violate the civil and human rights of people. They are IMMUNE to everything.

Now, I'd like to know what gives them the right to make me do their job. How much do cops get paid anyway per month?  So, I guess even though my lawsuits against the Po Po have gone over any tort reform, they still have the right to question my vulnerability. "Do you know Mr. Karwreck?" The officer asked me. "Oh. I know you. You are Kini Cosma" said the officer when I opened my trailer door. "No I don't". I replied. "He could be in that house or that house, or even that house." Obviously, the cops were baiting me to get in trouble with drug dealers in the area so that I would be known as the "snitch". And, they would break my face.

We don't want to be accountable for the violations we do to women because women are to produce babies and we are to leave them as an empty egg shell.

Now, I have a van. On the van are signs that says, "KINI COSMA IS HERE AND WILL BE BACK". As you see, transparency doesn't work in the world of polluted cops. Several times the cops have banged on my vehicles or house. So, many times, I can't even count. There are so many neighbors to ask. What is it that draws them to my trailer every time?  Now, I ask anyone with half a brain. WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THE JOB OF THE PO PO TO SNITCH ON MY FELLOW NEIGHBOR? Don't they get paid enough? Haven't they "LEGALLY" taken enough from me or you?  So, I tell them what they tell me, "I don't know anything about it"          OY.

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