bobby bucket said its time to hang up the badge and walk away, regarding beloved officer carrera arresting me on behalf of osarch orak

 but here is the bright side, i was able to bestow the city's compliments on officer carrera

saying if any other cop is "being a jerk"

the thing to do

is say where is officer carrera?

is officer carrera working?

he said really?

i was like yes, thats a thing. bc yr a sweetheart.

i said i'm glad its you. bc yr the nicest.

that it's fine, because god's on our side.

he did the polite front cuffs for nonthreatening vegans with shoulder injuries & who can barely kill a fly.

i prewarned him of a tampon in my vagina, in case he worried i had some deadly weapon up in there.

he was like, i have no where else to send the homeless.

i said, dont send them to osarch orak of lifeboat, he's abusive.

you go in there for a plate of salad as a low income person, you get handcuffs.

i explained how osarch orak supports the sexual predators, and persecutes the sexual assault survivors.

we spoke about suspicions osarch orak is still involved in meth dealing, with LiFEBoat as the front.

i said it doesnt matter if he is getting a cut of the proceeds, or directly involved in the drug trafficking, bc he is moving so many dealers thru there and giving them cover, that it doesnt matter, he's involved.

i told carrera, osarch orak has 100, 000s of dollars in the bank and is making people go hungry.

i had sergio carrera perp walk me to drive me thru the american legion homeless camp, to deliver clothing to the homeless-----i had left it in the wrong bag, but diana told me dont say shit----as i blab like a fool.

cory quint walks by looking like jabba the hutt, slimey, disheveled, possibly coming of fentanyl in that slimey opiate haze.

i call out hey cory!

he turns but doesnt see me.

this is the fruit of the manbabies who cant take accountability.

all cory quint has to say is, yes i did put my hand around your throat without your permission and i am sorry that terrified you.

cory quint of san diego could say:

im sorry i rammed my penis at you without your permission and that it terrified you.

just like osarch could say: i am sorry for cornering you.

osarch could say, i am sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusions assuming you have bad intentions when you help the homeless.

osarch could say i am sorry for saying "suck on these blue balls" to homeless women.

osarch could say i am sorry for calling you hurtful names like "predatory" to punish you for reporting me.

no, but its time for the manbabies to have a witch trial.

i had never seen sergio carrera looking like such a shrinking violet.

he is so normally confident and assured.

i told him how appreciated he is by a sweet lady he helped.

as he rounded the corner to the homeless camp, i told him, you have the hardest job in town, besides emergency room doctors and trauma surgeons, as i imagined the trauma surgeons dealing with gunshot wounds.

he knew i did not hold it against him.

diana said he's just doing his job.

beautiful mark looked peeved and annoyed at the spectacle of police picking on someone so nice as me.

i told carrera about my 2002 rape and kidnapping in nashville and my 2004 carjacking in los angeles.

i told him.

i'm si se puede, i didnt understand how i was legal to move from nashville to la, but to move from tijuana to san diego, illegal.

he was gentle, and nothing was unprofessional.

i kept intoning the refrain, this is political, this is retaliation for me reporting sexual assault and abuse.

that it should neither inflate my ego, nor depress me, that it is all hashem (but i said god, to translate).

i told carrera who hates me at the DA's office, and hansen's role helping sex attacker chris duffy slink away.

and why kenny hansen resents me for reporting him to ron brown, and also cindee matyas for me reporting her, and ron brown for me sicking KATU on him to see why he is soft on sex crime at meals on wheels.

and that kirk wintermute made false allegations against me, and mcintosh calls me a liar.

i told him beau peterson's cool.

these cops gotta work with crooked judges and such, so i wanted him to know what i know.

i kept re-iterating how lousy it is that people who sexually attack me walk free and i get targeted by bros.

man som hatar qvinnor

men who hate women, and the accomplices of men who hate women.

i met hansen's kid, and said hey yr dad interviewed the man who sexually attacked me. softball style so he could slink away, and the poor kid went red, im so sorry.  its so neat he has a job.

when the time came, i said ill look at this as an anthropology trip, research. i'll infiltrate. undercover. it will be educational.

he's 37, to my 45.

if they wanted to show me how nice and sleek and empty the new Clatsop Jail Hilton is they could have invited me in a more polite way.

before they give it back to alan evans and jordan schnitzer for a WAPATO part deux.

you can tell they are jonesing to lock up the homeless all up in there. housing first, yo.

when i shouted to b. osarch wants to put me in jail, he said osarch wants to put us all in jail.

what haunting words.

everyone was so gracious, except the slight irritation in the voice of the grown male who had to bring me more tampons, as if i was tripping about the last three

i explained to him heavy flow, for a person who has never menstruated.

he confirmed never menstruating.

ladies, i hope he is more accommodating, if you have the misfortune.

and i love the type of squares who work for the system, what an honor to be in their presence as they brag about their 80k salary tier, etc.

and all of the guards got educated about osarch orak sexually harassing the homeless women and doing the retaliation by having to have me locked up to punish me for it.

"do the retaliation, with me, come on baby do the retaliation"

to the tune of the hokey-pokey.

if you are wondering.

i told carrera as we sat in the carport at the jail it doesnt really matter what happens to me, that i want the information to flow, so he could understand more, so we could make a better world.

that i understand the gamut of violence against women, and it is important to keep reporting all of it, there is so much of it, but its all important.

and later i thought of our lady of guadalupe, and how mary crushes satan under her feet.

i told him i have privilege, and that i realize my personality is not the right medicine for everybody.

i kept telling him we need to build the womens center. the baptist church will let us.

for the women who dont feel safe around osarch orak and all the abusive males he keeps CENTERED at LiFEBoat.

i was just talking about it with a person named hope.

and, basic rights oregon was looking at the aspects hurtful to LGBTQ at lifeboat-----

andrea said she was proud of me

-----

i was released to jack for a short dinner 

and a sly glance

and george and a flurry of texts everywhether thither and hither---

and spilled my guts,

etc

its not so fun or anything, its so boring.

i stopped my suicidal ideation at twelve, to keep reminding myself 

the twelve apostles protect jesus

i hummed hebrew---motty steinmetz songs

i remembered all my heroes are political prisoners

i felt surrounded by saints thinking about them

and chelsea manning and aung san suu kyi and alexei navalny and whats his name and the wall street journal reporter

perhaps yulia tymoshenko and such

i was wearing my teardrop shaped diamond bindi for my mugshot

the jail assumed i'm 125 pounds which is the compliment of the century for which i'd gladly pay

but alleged my hair is brown which i dispute due to my slim blond streak

they pickpocketed my purse for four dollars to pay for my water cup, as for inspiring confidence in their ethics, i would not do this, its sleazy

but that dear beauty with the great braids, laughed heartily at me calling it

a little pony show

there you got your little pony show, now what?