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February 01, 2014, 08:13:05 PM |
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Last January, Hell's Angels's made their presence around me known. They revved their engines full throttle each time they passed the house. I mean over a hundred bikes in a single day, many of the same bikes looping around the area.
THEY KILLED BAMBI, GET HIGH NIGGA and KILLRS was spray painted on the fence behind the house.
I made this thread here, from which someone called the police and one showed up to the house. I explained to him that I had been posting ideology that conflicts with the philosophy of the government and organized cartels. I explained to him that they have been circling the house all day and I must not run from my destiny, that I would lay in the back yard for them to kill me. He was more concerned that I was going to commit suicide at first but he understood where I was coming from and shook hands then we made our ways.
I laid outside for them to kill me as a sacrifice that night, and while I could hear the same car loop for most of the night, they did not kill me. I now realize they were simply warning me, not actually committing.
Shortly later, my parents called the police on me for no more than a disagreement. The police said I must legally go to the critical evaluation center or they would arrest me the next day, which I don't think was true or legal.
I go to the evaluation center, unknowing of the potential, I disclose my situation with utmost honesty. I later find out I'm being sent to frye, three hours away from home.
I get to frye and explain my situation to the doctor, how I felt people wanted me dead for my anti-tyranny views. I explained to him that I have never used any pharmaceutical in my life and that I do not wish to because I believe in nature's remedies over drugs that kill over 150,000 each year. He seemed like he would respect this.
Third day there, I am getting ready to be dismissed as the doctor said I did not seem like a threat to myself or anyone and that I seemed quite normal and happy relative to most of his patients. I'm given my bags, all I had to do was sign some paper work and I was free. Directly before I was allowed to leave, they told me I must take some kind of anti-psychotic. I refused, for the doctor had already told me I was healthy enough to go, why did I need medicine?
I grab my blanket, wrap it around me and sit at a table, holding it towards myself. At least eight people come in, drag me across the room to the point me knees bled and held me down as they injected me with drugs against my will. I was shouting at them telling them what they're doing is evil, that they have no right to put chemicals in my body. A couple of the people stood back and could feel empathy for me. Some of them seemed to get off by what they were doing, grinning eagerly to stick me with a needle. They injected anti-psychotics into my arm, right when I think it's over they get another syringe and inject it into my bum. Why? I was not acting violent towards them, simply attempting to defend my own body from poisonous chemicals.
The second syringe was a high dose of geodone. This was the first moment in my life when I did not know what was going on. After everything was said and done, I got up walked towards the window and just started to cry. I couldn't believe human beings could treat each other that way, furthermore I couldn't believe such a practice could be done legally. My sense of reality was fading away, I could not think properly, I could not coherently express ideas, it was complete hell. The last thing I remember was sitting down in a chair and kicking my shoe at the window before losing consciousness. I have never passed out or blacked out in this sense before.
My doctor said he actually talked to me afterwards and due to my incoherent state I could not recall conversing any words with him.
I stayed for an extra ten days or so simply for refusing medicine, after the doctor said I was healthy enough to go.
I'll continue part II in a later post.
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