Hijacked communications and other frauds notwithstanding, the cops are reliant on cop-bitch stalkers that are remarkably consistent. Today’s cop-bitches behave exactly as the thousands that preceded them. The behavior is obviously intended to portray illegal activity. They have knowledge of my whereabouts that could only be the result of surveillance. They are useless to anyone besides the cops, and there’s a lot of them. They are known to the cops, usually with extensive criminal records, and eager to please by engaging in boot-licking duties.

They have accepted their station in life, old guys riding bicycles around town collecting aluminum cans and begging for change, living under the boots of the cops. In fact, if I were to make a list of all the people that have crossed my path in the more than five years since I've been conducting my own investigation, collecting the documentation and writing about the results, it wouild be a list of cop-bitches. No exaggeration. No matter where I sit down, they show up like cockroaches that smell food within minutes. Hard to do without some coaching.

 Until you've seen people chase you down the street to make a phone call, or follow you around a grocery store doing the same because they know you will identify yourself when you make a purchase, you can't fully appreciate how annoying cop-bitch stalkers really are. But it's rather obvious what they are up to.

The other type of cop bitch, for instance the “cyst on my ass” that works at Ralphs are usually related to cops or ex-military slime. They may be wanna-be cops or ROTC candidates. Cop-bitch stalkers don’t just become cop-bitch stalkers without a pay-off or an affiliation with cops or military. I could tell you a lot about Ryan just based on my knowledge of cop-bitch stalkers that come from this sector. He has trouble getting a date. He never made the team in high school.

He has a rather inflated ego but without much justification for it. He craves authority, so he wants to wear a uniform. He wants to be a cop or a military officer where his ego can reach its full potential, something that will never occur in a scholastic environment because he's not nearly as smart as his ego would prefer. The authority he craves is the only way he will validate his own lofty, and misguided, opinion of himself. And like so many other wanna-be cops or military slime, he is a perfect candidate to become a cop-bitch stalker.

For him it's like being a rookie cop, a secret agent, something he can brag about to his friends if he has any. Because for him, being a cop-bitch stalker, getting his marching orders from the cops is almost like being a real cop. And if he succeeds as a cop-bitch stalker, he knows that if and when he does become a cop, he will be welcomed for his willingness to perpetrate cop bullshit frauds. For him being a cop-bitch stalker is an opportunity, something that could have never happened had I not gotten stuck in his neighborhood, obligated to buy food from his crummy store watching him engage in rather mediocre cop-bitch stalker portrayals.

He's a whore in a Nation of Whores, but he knows that this is the path to success and the gratification of his ego that to this point has been suppressed by everyone he's ever associated with in school because nobody really likes him. They don't want him to join the team or become a member of the club because they know he's a cop-bitch stalker, a wanna-be cop, and they probably know that he's the most likely to rat them out to the principal if he sees them smoking a cigarette behind the gym. They know Ryan better than I do, but I know him too. He's a cop-bitch stalker.

But someday the girls at his high school will see him in his uniform and they'll wish they hadn't turned him down for all those dates. He'll show them. They will see that he has authority and then they'll swoon and understand how wrong they were when they though of him as a worthless little twit, someone they wouldn't want to go out with because their friends would laugh.

Yeah, someday when he gets his uniform he'll show all of them, and to to do that, being a cop-bitch stalker is an opportunity that will never happen again, certainly not in the backwater he lived in before the journalist from the trenches showed up.

For the most part, though, cop-bitch stalkers have pending issues with the local prosecutor. They are nothing more than cop-boomerangs. The cops hand them something they want to recover as “evidence” as I’ve seen and described on so many occasions. The cops drop them off for proximity-poses, then pick them up down the street and “recover”whatever was in the bag or backpack the cops gave them to carry. I’ve seen them follow me around a store, then exit holding a rolled cigarette up in the air as they left, come up from behind carrying a bag of dope, and even sitting down and producing a crack pipe for photo-ops.

I'm always amazed at these events because I know the cops are directing them. They are not coincidental. Not after you've seen them a few thousand times even when you are doing your best to avoid them. It also becomes obvious over time that the portrayals are staged directly in front of surveillance cameras, almost always in broad daylight where they can be recorded. Who does stuff like that? Stupid criminals or cops? The answer is both, but someone has to direct the stalkers and there are no other suspects than the cops because they are the only ones with capability, along with ex-military slime that also engage in stalking for that purpose, often relaying information via cell phones.

I once watched a guy engage in a full portrayal in the reflection of a window behind my back. He was pretending to be engaged in a conversation, the gesturing a bit exaggerated, but convincing. He leaned over, pulled some cash out of his pocket, waved it around, put it back in his pocket, then pulled out a bag of dope from the same pocket. He held it up in the air, waved, acted out some more phony conversation, even feigning laughter in one of the better portrayals I’ve seen to date. But had it not been for the reflection in the window, I would have never known it was occurring.

Cop bullshit isn’t that complicated, so thinking of them as boomerangs is probably the easiest way to define them and to understand their portrayals.

I've also mentioned script-reading which is rather easy to imagine. Someone establishes proximity and immediately launches into a diatribe about illegal activity, usually increasing the volume to a level that will be picked up by recording devices at a distance.

There are also the script-reading events that are intended to impersonate, actually the first type that I recognized as being script-reading for open mic cell phones. This type can be rather dramatic, as near as I can tell intended to convey anger, threats of violence and portrayals that include the participation of other cop bitches. They are recitals, sometimes conversations, but by way of example, some of them have included“confessions” to crimes, vocalized threats, admissions to mental instability, all of them spoken by script-readers in my vicinity.

You might ask, “How can the cops attribute those vocalizations to you if they aren't your voice?”And my answer would be, good f***ing question. I don't know, but I have speculated that the recitals are transcribed, submitted in a printed form, the cops simply lying about the source. This requires the subtraction of the recorded audio, but in the realm of cop bullshit and their propensity for frauds, this isn't much of an assumption. More likely another well-practiced scam otherwise the recitals would be pointless and they are clearly staged for false attribution.

I mentioned a woman by the name of Teri Royal in a previous blog, introduced for the purpose of performing cop bitch duty as has everyone that has offered anything in the way of employment or housing since May 2007. I suspected as much but didn't have any proof of her function as a cop bitch until her assistant showed up on several occasions accompanied by an overwhelming odor of dope. It was fairly obvious he was a typical cop-bitch actor, the portrayals fairly standard, but the stench was proof that someone was serious about this particular portrayal.

Almost simultaneously with the mention of it, another bad actor was introduced to the scenario, yet another ex-military slime-ball which was not unexpected as I began to realize there were several scenarios being orchestrated by Orange County cops, and Ms. Royal was coordinating them.

On most occasions, I've been unable to record script-reading events because they are usually brief and point-specific indications of a certain type of illegal activity or the mention of specific contraband. But on this occasion I was able to record the act, and almost simultaneously Ms. Royal showed up with black eyes that she claimed were the result of sleep-walking, but this recording seems to cast doubt on that story. Here's the intro with more on the subject:

“This is an example of a script-reading event performed by an ex-military actor in conjunction with the 'victim' who orchestrated it. The cops showed up and identified me as being at the scene, arrested the perpetrator for violations of court orders, but cops have used this technique before. Once proximity is established they simply change the paperwork to show that I was the perpetrator instead of the arrestee. I've seen the same tactic used on at least four different occasions, the database entry the only thing that counts, something that is done by the cops when they get back to HQ.”

http://youtu.be/btAcU7IWOEw

Apparently, Ms. Royal was in possession of a weapon behind a door, but the details of what actually happened are rather insignificant. The only thing that matters is how the cops wrote up their report and what database entries were made after the fact.

It would help to understand something I should have emphasized a bit more. All of the crimes that I've become aware of, usually committed by ex-military personnel, were intended to establish me as the perpetrator in police reports, those reports often authored by ex-military cops. This is only the most recent example, but because I became aware of this scam after seeing the comical police report authored by an ex-military cop referring to the perpetrator of the fraudulent ID's, I am fairly certain the same tactic was used on this occasion. It was just too contrived to think otherwise, and as noted previously, there is always a cop scam in progress when you are targeted by cops that are hell-bent on covering up misconduct. Especially crooked Republican prosecutors like Anthony Rackauckas and Steve Cooley.

Obviously, that is not my vocalization, and I recorded the incident based on experience with bad actors, ex-military slime, and crooked cops. But I would venture a guess that the cops attributed the incident to me using the same fraud they've used on many occasions in the past, another form of false attribution, premeditated and reliant on the aforementioned participants to execute. And only possible because the cops write up the reports and they stage these things in advance to make it possible.

(I should note, however, that there have been many occasion when the cop-bitches staged stuff like this for the sole purpose of causing a police response. It's a convenient way to establish proximity, and I've seen other examples that include traffic citations for instance, for the same purpose. Who knows, maybe the cops also "recovered" something using the ex-military slime as a boomerang).

And of course, destitution makes it all possible. I only look for a quiet place to write and work on the website. If someone were to offer a garage with a router, I'd probably accept the offer for lack of other options But since May of 2007, I've found that these glad-handers are invariably cop-bitches, otherwise they wouldn't make the offer. So on the occasions that I accepted those offers I also quickly found out that it was a bad place to be, that the portrayals, the allegations, the script-reading events and so on, were actually more likely to occur when my location was static.

Go to a library to write and I find that the server wll provide access to their IT hacks that will attack and damage the website and block my access to Internet services. What's the point?

Go to a coffee shop with WiFi service and I quickly see the employees engaging in the same portrayals, some so blatant about it, I can't help but mentioning it here. Two Starbucks employees have been competing for Cop Bitch of the Year honors for the last six months based on their portrayals and I suspect there is more to the "herding" that seems to lead to their locations for lack of other options.

Tbe worst situation by far is the charitable organizations that are usually funded by sources that are hostile, and with the preponderance of low-lifes that tend to be boot-lickers due to problems with the cops, it's asking for trouble.

Meanwhile, the cops are always finding ways to impose themselves, to make everything you could possibly due the subject of an investigation or a police response. Not a day go by without at least a few complaints or some kind of allegation, and on many occasion the cops have showed up when I wasn't even aware of the complaint.

Of course, if you read the blogs and knew as I do that the documentation to support them remains in my possession. The cop bullshit is commensurate with the blogs that describe it. The complaints correlate with the descriptive accounts of misconduct or criminality on the part of America's Heroes, cops and prosecutors.

This is how they control the environment, and frankly I don't really care what sort of bullshit they come up with anymore because whether I write about it or not, the uniforms and cheap-suit Republican prosecutors declared war a long time ago and I know why. I also know what they had to do to cover it all up, so it hardly matters whether I write about it or not.

They have every reason to continue to find ways to use their authority to get rid of the evidence and the witnesses and at this point that only means me and my remaining property.

The only decisions I make daily iare whether to write or not, and if so where to do it. When I write, the cops show up and accuse me of something. When I don't the cops show up and accuse me of something. It's been that way for a long time and there's no doubt as to the reason.

But I have nothing to conceal either, and journalism is my profession. I have no motive to make false allegations against anyone. I have no motive to block or intercept anyone's communications, or hack their website, or fabricate evidence, or falsify my blogs to slander anyone.

I have no motive to conceal my whereabouts at a certain time, except to the extent I have become familiar with cop bullshit and their tactics which are only reliant on establishing identity and location. After that, all the have to do is find the cop-bitches to make the allegation, fake the portrayal, hand them whatever “evidence” they wanted to recover when it was handed to them. Cop bullshit is very simple for the most part, but I've also been fascinated by the consistency of the fabrications because they were all variations of the same principle. Impersonation for the purpose of false attribution. It applies to e-mail accounts, phone records, fraudulent IDs, DNS redirects, the premise of the bogus police reports I've examined, and moreover the intent of the identity scam to begin with.

The only question left unresolved, the primary question as far as I'm concerned, is whether or not more fraudulent IDs were issued after June 4, 1997 when an identity hearing established that I was not the perpetrator identified in the bogus police report authored by an ex-military cop because I have learned since why the big effort to steal my property was necessary to perpetrate the fraud and to destroy the evidence of it.

The guy that acquired those IDs was identified with both the IDs he acquired and his thumbprint which was used to acquire the IDs and also in the court records that indicate his guilty plea to the acquisition of them. And the cops that authored the report want to stick to their story that I was that person?

Bullshit.

That means my mother was kidnapped and robbed, all of my possessions as well going back to my childhood to cover up the crimes of filthy cops and prosecutors like Steve Cooley and Anthony Rackauckas. So it's no surprise that they would go to such extremes to make sure those thefts were never acknowledged or to perpetrate the series of felonies since. They were and continue to be the perpetrators by definition.

And now they are left with a gazillion cop bitches and their authority. Gee, I wonder why I'm surrounded by cop-bitch stalkers and cops all day?