Miami Crack Cops On Parade



A mini-article about propane or other inert gas inhalation.

This is for the drug-thug cops who tried to silence me and then murder me.

"Don't get mad, get even." (Bernice Caster quote).

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Propane, as also noted by the manufacturing association, is non-toxic.
It does not support life, but then, neither does nitrogen, which is some eighty percent of the air you breathe.

If and when you inhale "pure" propane, as an example of an inert gas, just one lungfull and hold it,
the brain is slightly stressed by the temporary anoxia (lack of oxygen), and it behaves, for a minute or two,
in strange and interesting ways.
"Visions" of thoughts, not literal visions of sight, result, which, upon recovery,
you realize are true at basis, or insightful in some real-though-abstract, respect.

Propane is easily available, is safe (but not around flame), and I've used it for mental studies
since the year 1969. I will proceed to describe the safe and harmless use of propane as
a recreational inhalant, describing the ONLY safe way to dispense the gas:

you use a little stick, to push open the camping/torch fuel bottle's valve.
You must never use a torch valve or spigot or any such thing, for you would go asleep,
and suffocate yourself. My method is self limiting to one lungful of the gas,

and its effect will produce a temporary dream state, with some likely, light euphoria.

More to come, this is not illegal, immoral, fattening, non-toxic, and

IT IS WHAT YOU GET, cops, for RUNNING a drug-controls business, and COVERING UP
for A KILLER COP.

Have a nice one. Baker Act your own asses?

Always hold the bottle of gas vertical, sufficiently-so
to not get liquid propane in your mouth, as the liquid propane gasifies and makes freezing cold.

Here, these are the two brands/kinds that at present are known to be inhale-able.
Some brands have too much "odorant", ethylene mercaptan, to be easy to tolerate.
NEVER use the yellow bottles of "mapp gas", it is extraordinarily toxic, that concoction.
Propane is quite safe, used as directed. More info to come.



Remember, always, do not have any flame present if you play with this stuff.

It is no more flammable than any spray can paint, and those don't explode, do they? No, no danger. Just NO FLAME NEARBY.
Do not smoke nor exhale this next to a lit candle. I've never had a problem in forty two years of trial use of propane for fun and prophet.

((that was not a typo))


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You see me poised in this March video, three or so days before yet another fake arrest,

posing with a bottle and a little bit of bamboo skewer-stick resting in the top of the bottle,
ready to do an inhalation..I'd put my mouth to the bottle top, sealing my lips to the bottle top, while clenching my teeth to the little stick,
then -gently and in a controlled manner, while the bottle is VERTICAL, press the stick down with my teeth, while inhaling what comes out.

FULL inhalation. Let go the stick and put down the bottle.
Be sitting down, then lay down, in case you go to sleep (pass out).
Hold your breath of gas for as long as you like.
You will eventually let it out.
A dream-like wooziness with some probable euphoria will result.
The effects should all be gone (are for me), in just a few minutes at most,
but if you are new to it, it may seem to last longer, and give almost "LSD"-like effects,
which will always pass away, no worry, and there are no long term side effects.

(((more info to come)))

have fun, or maybe find it does not give you any recreational fun.
It is non toxic. DRINKING is toxic. So are drugs, all of them, in one sense or another.

This is not a "drug", but it causes drug-like effects.

Sue me, pig thug cops? You vile monsters. I hope you enjoy the new recreational fad to come now.
You asked for it....

Reid

Witnesses, understand, I am natural, fifty seven years old, and terribly run-down,
from two and more years of cop persecutions.
Read the wikipedia article on Police Brutality?

The pigs would come and get me, on April 1st, and that video was a prediction.
The killer pigs will not come and kidnap me again. It just is not called for.
YOU VILE PIG THUGS.
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Witnesses, notice the cut over the left forehead?
That was the result of a fall from a fainting spell.

It has happened a number of times now since after the Linares beating.
It happened again just last week, second time I had fainted in front of witnesses in Taco Bell.
I gashed my forehead on the floor, same place, and also cracked or bruised a rib somehow.

My heart slows down, apparently. These spells occur in result of heat stress and mental stress,
getting worked up recalling the HORRORS of what the pigs did to me, particularly LINARES's battery.

I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON YOU PIGS, you evil scum.

more on propane technique later...

Reid
 
CALL REID, PIGS, OR I WILL CALL ON YOU.


NOW it is Thursday morning, ten thirty AM. No call from anyone.
What is WRONG with you people? ARE YOU AFRAID of reality?

reidy

305 999 7522

Will not "yell at" callers here.

Please ring my phone and let's talk?

Am sorry I had to be so scary sounding, but I want to save your lives, see?
 
Hello female Magnuson at MPD IA telephone, who took my call a few minutes ago.

You could not reply to my entry, but only confirm that you would pass on my message (see posting form above) to Chief Exposito
of MIami Police Department. You, Magnuson, said you'd pass it along, and then we terminated the call. Thank you for being so brave.

Women are the best, and bravest, I think, overall.

I certainly appreciate that they are not afraid to talk to me.

Thank you, Magnuson. I love you.

Reidy

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Chief Pigfatty? CALL REIDY? If you can't, then please,
have one of your BIGGEST BADDEST BLUE-BOIS give me a ring?
IF none them care to want to talk to a man about Linares' attempted murder of myself,

THEN, how about have an outsider, a DOC or MIND DICKERER give me a ring,
and I will explain, calmly, why I hate male pigs in general: because of YOU,
Posey Posito, por exemple.


at home, alone, unarmed, harmless,

I have a mouth and mind to chew you with, pigs,

305 999 7522


Welch, Robert Reid


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Bobo hated bullies. His father was a bully to him, his sole child. Bobo's mother was gone, dead.
Bobo could not please his father, the Principal. So, Bobo ran away to war with his best pal, my dad.

Two servings. One returning.

http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/60417/

I am named "Robert", for Bobo.
Judge could never bear to call me "Robert", so I was called by my middle name.

The Principal grew ever more sour, and never smiled, and opened Coral Gables High School in 1950,
and never remarried and never recovered from his lost son, the man who is not even yet eighteen.

Bobo hated bullies. Perhaps he did not even want to ever come home?

Bobo's favorite cartoon, inspirational, sent him packing off to war, as a Navy medic, to save, not take, lives,
same as his pal, my dad, Judge.




For Bobo, here you were, to remind, if only the dead could return,
http://s244.photobucket.com/albums/gg28/Reid_Welch/WRATH/


Last Hoop Shot, last call, dear namesake, last photo,



Bobo hated bullies. I am the same and will never give up the game, not while Bobo is in me.

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THANK YOU for a phone call, ANYONE who reads this note, please ring,

Reid Welch

305 999 7522

at home

or write to my topmost of three email addresses?
[email protected]
[email protected]
[email protected]

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Do you understand, dear reader, that I am understanding too, just now, that Bobo...
..."Bobo" is in me, Reid. Bobo never got to have a woman to love. He never got have a brother,
but he loved my father like a brother. It is for Bobo, I guess, that I am the way I am.

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Do you all understand, better, now Brandon's Verse, found on an earlier page here?

Brandon is a straight, young guy, who works in Garden Tools at THD.

Sometimes, when I arrive to get my little gas supply by bike, Brandon happens to be

on that front sidewalk, taking a smoke break, standing just where you see the Trek Lime posed,

that's where the THD guys take their smoke breaks, alone, usually, and think.

When I first met Brandon, he was alone, there, in the night, and he smiled and held my hand

as I poured out my woes about thug cops. And he was not afraid to hold my hand and look me in the eyes,

and smile, and not let me go off alone. Brandon always cares for me. He is a perfectly straight guy,

without an ounce of fear or bully in him.


=Brandon's Verse=

Brandon is a caramel
Sundae with sweet
Cream inside




(brandon is a mixed-race guy, the color of caramel with wavy, caramel hair)
 
Another one I love is Will, Will of The Home Depot,

I love you so, Will, why? Because you show the way.

You hold the giant umbrella for folks on our rainy day.

You always give a hand or smile or nod. You

are so good to always give me, you, to say,

"I am Will and I am the Way."

Love to Will at THD, and to all of you there,

Reidy, and this is Will's favorite namesake, mine too!

Chilly *****...

Will is pure, pragmatic, warm African male, the kind that is loathe to disappoint.
I want you to meet Bob Roberts, Will, a white man of 1910, playing both parts here,
and his "colored servant" is really his best friend,
and just wants to shield his employer from disappointments, with fine results,
 
I just called the C I P to ask for Ms. Hall or Mr. Mays, to apprise them of this thread's latest inputs.

I got a female call-taker, who generously listened to my tears. Then, when I thanked her for her valor,

to listen to me, she identified as the interim head of the C I P, Carol Abia. I hope they keep her on for good,

she's bright and warm and real.

Carol? Would you all see that Danny Suarez is accepted to the panel of the C I P.

Danny is a great, good man, young, has a family, and is made of gold inside, like you too.


http://www.miamigov.com/city_clerk/Pages/Board/CivilianInvestigativePanel.asp


Reidy

305 999 7522

Carol? I met Danny over and over again, years ago, when he was a store manager of the local CVS.
Danny always chatted with me when I rode there on my electric bike of the time. He watched my behaviors,
and saw that I am an odd one, but I am not a bad man. He saw that I stand up against injustices. Danny has a wife,
and children, and a smile for all people, and he is one of finest men I have ever met. He would be a great credit to your C I P.

Reidy

part one of a reedy tour of The Grove around our home
 
Thanks and kisses and hugs now given to ISHA, the beautiful girl at The Home Depot,

for trying to page Brandon, or Luis, or any of the guys to come to the phone, to take my call of thanks.

However, they ALL were shy guys. Guys are so timid, and ISHA is so giggly and brave and pretty.

I love you, Isha, and I will see you on my next visit to the best The Home Depot on earth.

I need my little gas supply but I also need to say "I love you, my girls and guys, with your kind thoughts,

and your protective eyes. You saved me from the big bad cops! We make them guffaw for good too.

silly males, some of them, in uniforms, blue, thinking that they are =even one bit= better than Isha, or me, or you...."



For Isha and all the girls at THD and the shy guys too,



Giggle and laugh for us all? Paul and his band worked so hard to make you happy today.
"Everybody's doin' it now!" is all about the obvious, the need we all have, to hold and hug each other for life.
Be happy? I love you too,

r'y
 
Babies, Paul is the name of my father's sole sibling,
the name of my father's father, and the name of a biblical figure of peace.

My father played trombone as a youth, in bands.

I am a white man, a welch, and my daddy was called "Judge" but he was no judge.

I love you all, if you will but have me in your hearts,

Reidy

Please recall and read this page too?
http://www.cyclingforums.com/forum/thread/485791/people-verses/180

quote of self, and a recall of the bicycle rescuer and his wife,

Will make a poem, a paen, and I just looked that up to be sure of what it means,
http://www.litencyc.com/php/stopics.php?rec=true&UID=807

Miami is fruit of a world of life and is too sweet to leave to rot,
And so we work to plant the seeds to grow a new und kinder mi-ami.

"kinder" means just that that in English and also, "child" in German, say "keen-der", "und" is "and"...
..."mi is "my" in Spanish, "ami" means "friend" in French. Ergo,
Miami is a Native American word, both in fact,
and in literary figurations


W and wife, the poem and picture of this posting,
it is for you both, but especially for your brave, brilliant boy.
He is, like all children, is the future for us all. Bon Ami...




Robert Reid Welch
[SIZE= 14px]305 999 7522[/SIZE]

Again, for Isha, and know that my father adored Isham Jones' recordings,



For my saviors, for Joe, Jeanette, for all of you at THD, Coconut Grove,

I am glad when I am thinking of you, you give help to all, and free paint stirrer sticks,

It had to be you, wonderful you...
 
Chief Fatso Ipso of MPD? Chief PigEato? (Chief Exposito, that is)

Chief HotDog Wiener/Weiner of Coral Giblets?

Chiefs? Please go visit The Home Depot, any of them in the USA,

and tell them that Reid sent you in? You'll get a hug of forgiveness and a smile for your bravery.


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Marc? Commissioner Marc David Sarnoff of Miami? Old personal pal,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]The Home Depot is open for business in Coconut Grove.[/COLOR]

Despite your early concerns, it turns out, like I knew, that THD are the best neighbors any guy can have.


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]The Home Depot is a mirror of the best of Miami and beyond, and this all is true. Need a leaf blower, Marc?[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]I sure would like for us all to pitch in and clean up that Main Highway bike path...[/COLOR]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]...fond best regards,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Reidy[/COLOR]


PS: Marc, I will always say, and demonstrate, that I love you. I love you.
It it not gay to say 'love' to your brother, as much as any other.

Reidy

Please let me repeat this on every page?

I am here to make peace for you all.

Reid is old English for Red. Red is blood. Reid is but my vessel. Do not harm Reid.
http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson
The Broadcast to End War

The knife that Fern Wolfe Welch would not have in her home,




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[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]Hola on Thursday,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]to our beloved Gustavo,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]The man with more sense[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]Than six billion Centavos.[/COLOR]




[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]Love to Highgear Cycling, [/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]Again, from Reidy[/COLOR]


See? It all comes home to you, to The Home Depot, a full circuit, see now?

Uploaded by ampdavolts on Apr 16, 2011
Thank you for the recovery of my bike, Highgear Cycling of Coconut Grove,
and thanks to to the good cops of MPD for informing me of the recovery



Uploader Comments (ampdavolts) It came home. I thank the man and his woman who bought the bike from the poor thief.
They gave the bike back to me.  I owe them. I forgive the thief if not myself.

ampdavolts 1 month ago
 
HOLA, dear ALVARO of The Home Depot, Coconut Grove,

I saw you tonight as I wheeled my Trek Lime (saved by Highgear Cycling for me !) into THD

and you were pushing a display case back into the store for the night,

"Oh, Mr. Reid" you grinned (your pet name for me), "I tell you what, I will look at that page tonight!".

Hola, Alvaro? See? I told you, you are written-about on the internet, along with our dear Chief Piggy Posito,

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]and Alvaro? You are a hero. Chief Exposito, is not. [/COLOR]/img/vbsmilies/smilies/icon14.gif


Hello to Two Black Crows in THD who were admiring my parked Trek Lime Lite.

"You can see it on the internet, at Youtube, just search at YT for "Miami Crack Cops" and click on any of the results, but #9 is best...
...we don't mind drugs but we do mind COPS in our POCKETS, don't we?" "Yes, that's damn right, we don't like cops on our assets."

They are looking at this thread tonight too.

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HELLO also to young hero, Cesar at Taco Bell.

I love you very much, and wish I could someday buy for you a Trek Lime Lite bike.

Thank you for looking after me, Cesar,

Reidy



Two Black Crows

Reid wrote of the One Black Crow long ago,
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/60618/


Dear Black buddies I met at the check out counter, you admiring the Trek Lime Lite,

I dream to have an income, and be able to give used or new versions of the Trek Lime Lite away upon request,
to nice people who will promote better relations between men of this earth. You are two-such, good ambassadors.

(( for innocents who wander to this page, for your information a quick explanation:

Reid is a cop beating survivor.
He will not let thug cops do that ever again.

He made waves, and continues to challenge crooked cop practices.
See earlier pages here? See Miami Crack Cops?
See THE HORRORS OF THE NINTH FLOOR, if you are of strong mind?
http://freewrights.freeforums.org/the-horrors-of-the-ninth-floor-and-more-t2036.html

To make good of the terror, a hug and a hold from,

RW for RV Oh, Valentino? He is not in any bed I know.

A G.I. surgeon operated and failed, same did for Reid's g'father
(doctors also failed way back then too. ruptured appendix, he was gut-punched).
 
HOLA, dear ALVARO of The Home Depot, Coconut Grove,

I saw you tonight as I wheeled my Trek Lime (saved by Highgear Cycling for me !) into THD

and you were pushing a display case back into the store for the night,

"Oh, Mr. Reid" you grinned (your pet name for me), "I tell you what, I will look at that page tonight!".

Hola, Alvaro? See? I told you, you are written-about on the internet, along with our dear Chief Piggy Posito,

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]and Alvaro? You are a hero. Chief Exposito, is not. [/COLOR]/img/vbsmilies/smilies/icon14.gif

Hello to Two Black Crows in THD who were admiring my parked Trek Lime Lite.

"You can see it on the internet, at Youtube, just search at YT for "Miami Crack Cops" and click on any of the results, but #9 is best...
...we don't mind drugs but we do mind COPS in our POCKETS, don't we?" "Yes, that's damn right, we don't like cops on our assets."

They are looking at this thread tonight too.
====
HELLO also to young hero, Cesar at Taco Bell.

I love you very much, and wish I could someday buy for you a Trek Lime Lite bike.

Thank you for looking after me, Cesar,

Reidy

Two Black Crows

Reid wrote of the One Black Crow long ago,
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/60618/

Dear Black buddies I met at the check out counter, you admiring the Trek Lime Lite,

I dream to have an income, and be able to give used or new versions of the Trek Lime Lite away upon request,
to nice people who will promote better relations between men of this earth. You are two-such, good ambassadors.

(( for innocents who wander to this page, for your information a quick explanation:

Reid is a cop beating survivor.
He will not let thug cops do that ever again.

He made waves, and continues to challenge crooked cop practices.
See earlier pages here? See Miami Crack Cops?
See THE HORRORS OF THE NINTH FLOOR, if you are of strong mind?
http://freewrights.freeforums.org/the-horrors-of-the-ninth-floor-and-more-t2036.html

To make good of the terror, a hug and a hold from,

RW for RV Oh, Valentino? He is not in any bed I know.

A G.I. surgeon operated and failed, same did for Reid's g'father
(doctors also failed way back then too. ruptured appendix, he was gut-punched).

http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html

...and also of prophecy, colonization, medicine, archery (but not for war or hunting),
poetry, dance, intellectual inquiry and the carer of herds and flocks. He was also a god of light,
known as "Phoebus" (radiant or beaming, and he was sometimes identified with Helios the sun god)...

Chief PigEato? Want to play me any longer?


http://www.brewstersociety.com/history.html

Dear Marcus,
Julian Kreeger and Peter McGrath can both aver that
I tuned your beloved harp for session work,

reidy, for you, forever....

Reid was taught to shoot, was a phenomenal shot, but grieved when he shot a dove;
he could not clean the ruined bird. He never went shooting with his father again.
archery (but not for war or hunting),
poetry, dance, intellectual inquiry and the carer of herds and flocks. He was also a god of light,
http://www.bikeforums.net/showthread.php/733193-the-life-of-a-bicycle-lamp

The Lamp is Now at Highgear Cycling, For Your Free Inspection,
http://www.highgearcycling.com/photo_gallery

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-14232594
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-14232594
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-14232594
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-14232594
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-14232594
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/apollo.html

music..and poetry...
http://www.cyclingforums.com/forum/thread/486311/gift-verses-for-great-cyclists-and-other-good-people-here
 
We can type "COPS",

CALL REID FOR A GOD TIME, COPPER BOIS[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)],[/COLOR]

305 999 7522

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]__________________[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]for South Station Officer Figueroa,[/COLOR]

Dear Officer Figueroa, you are super good. Reid wishes he were everything handsome and good, like you, too,
"Figaro!" (the factotum, the sum-total). Capone's former barber shop, red faced Reid,

The Barber of Almeria, ex # 1034,
http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson
The knife Fern Wolfe Welch would not have in her home:
http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/9244/screenshot214lk3.jpg

Figuera, you are entirely loved by us all, for all of time,
reidy
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-14243713
Little Boy Blue, Come...1922



Little Boy Blue...1922, Come,

dear Officer Figueroa, I love you so very much, and hold you close forever,
and no harm shall ever befall you, sir...I am but a man on earth, and you are my God.

((you found this posting form OK now, I trust)))


Chief Exposito?

We love you in a box, roasted, parboiled, fried, or tied,


Q: Chief Expo, wouldn't you like to retire, take it easy,
go set a spell? Swimming pool? Movie stars?

Hello to JEB Bush too,

http://www.brewstersociety.com/bush_bio.html
http://www.brewstersociety.com/bush_bio.html

 
Chief Exposito, you have failed every test of leadership.
You have, for years now, refused to address an obviously legitimate complaint,
or ANY complaints of criminal cop work.

I AM A COP BEATING SURVIVOR, and this fact is HIGHLY INCONVENIENT FOR YOU, MIGUEL.

Hello to =please retire your fat, cowardly ass, EX--POSE-SIT-O=, please retire, SIR.
Many good cops are in line, ready to make good for your LACK OF LEADERSHIP, 'thir'!
Reid Welch
305 999 7522

ampdavolts 1 second ago
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jsdq_WOqW9Q&feature=related


Please, just go home. I can think of three good cops, right off the bat,

any one of which, would make a better and more credible chief than you,

such as men of the South Station like, MESA, MARIN, FIGUEROA, AGUILAR, et al,

and any of these would =clean up= cop work, by leadership of example.

ALL cops can be reformed via peer pressure. Only one, in my opinion, must be de-badged,

and that is G. LINARES. Give him a toothbrush and a dirty toilet to sanitize?

Chief? I am calling on you, again and again, Posey.

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]And YOU TOO, [/COLOR]Chief W E I N E R,


IDEA: let your cops make an internal vote, secret, to rat-out the crumb-bums among them.

Let a new man have your job and...you just go home and enjoy a cup of cold cocoa.

A WOMAN would make a MUCH finer Chief than you, sir. Women do not THUG people.

AND WHO is "Officer Cinnamon Shirt" who promised me hell and "never an even break", after
Linares failed to kill me, WHO is that creep? I WANT HIS ASS put into a SAF-T-CELL on
THE NINTH FLOOR...
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CHIEF EXPOSITO, GO HOME, say all the MEN you fail to command,



Rudy, the beautiful gardener's boy, is the prototype of the American male.
Hell's bells. Oh, sugar.

--Chicago Tribune, July18, 1926



SIR, I am no "pink powder puff!" I will correct you now.

http://www.myspace.com/rudolphvalentino/blog/200642901

R. V.

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)](via R.W.)[/COLOR]

...and he challenged the writer to a duel and then a boxing match. ...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudolph_Valentino


A punch landed to the actor's gut. He fainted to the canvas, then recovered,
but, the fight was over. Soon a pain grew inside he could not withstand.
Exploratory G.I. surgery proved the end was inevitable: ruptured appendix.
Valentino is dead.

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EXPOSITO? You are no writer. You are no public speaker. You are no kind of leader.

You are no athlete, not now, not ever. YOU are a retiring, lechonito de Cuba



BOO, POSEY, BOOO!


I recall, again, my cellmate in the one-man "Saf-T-Cell",
into which two of us were crammed, no bedding, short rations,
and he was a psychopathic killer. We got along quite well,
he looked into my eyes, and I understood him, too.
He helped me to survive three days of Pre-Trial horror....
 
He surrenders some of his rations.
We share a water cup filled by slow drips from

the broken water tap that will not operate.
He bunks under the bare, gray, brush painted sheet metal "rack",

on the cold, tile floor. This pan shields him from
the blast of constant cold AC.

You have no place to lay but on the rack,
no bedding at all, on bare, painted steel, like

a dead man in a morgue, but, you cannot die...

...here, is no day-night cycle, constant bright fluorescent light;
cannot escape the glare, not even if you close your eyes.

There is no clock to gauge the time. Only, "meals", at intervals.
There is no reading material, no radio, no TV, no exercise outing.

There is no answer to the cries. He speaks no English,
you speak no Spanish. To pass the waking hours,

he croons folks songs of Cuba,
you croon folk songs of your past.

He offers you a piece of bread with a tear.












 
Good morning, dear Yolanda of Miami Police Department, Internal Affairs Investigations.
Yes, it is Good Friday morning, and you took my phone call a few minutes ago,
and you were your usual gentle and bright and pretty self. You will relay my message
of =extreme disappointment= to your Chief PigFatty Exposito, the coward
who cannot call a civilian beaten by one of his thugs. Thank you for that...

...Thank you, Yolanda, Carlene, too. Now, if only Commissioner Marc David Sarnoff,
my old personal buddy, if ONLY Marc would return a call to me, too....

And so it goes. SILENCE IS OLDEN (and really stale at this point)

created by reid before the cop beating

_________________

calling now,

Welcome To Church Of The Little Flower
www.cotlf.org/ - Cached
Church of the little flower Coral Gables Florida Saint Therese of Liseux
Saint Theresa Catholic School Accredited school Accredited Catholic School. ...
2711 Indian Mound Trail
Coral Gables, FL 33134
(305) 446-9950



______________________________________

I grew up on Almeria, which runs, terminates, into the playing field of the associated parochial school of 1925.

In 1965/66, the church people allowed me, a little boy free rein to run my toy go kart on that field and on the playing courts.

They were kindly and tolerant, until at last, they necessarily grew worried that little reidy might hurt himself, in accident.

I recall Miguel Chinchilla, my neighbor, six years my junior, and his association with that church, which resulted in a troubled boy...

________________________________________________________
Oh, I see, recall now, the address is on "Indian Mound Trail"...

All of the usual Coral Gables street names are after Spanish towns and cities, or explorers, but not that one...


Oh....from page thirteen of this thread, recalled, copy and paste,


"Judge" Welch, my father,
taught me of ancient customs,
non-fiction at heart,

a sultry day, 1965, west of Miami,

crickets warn of bulldozers nearing the Indian mounds.

Father and son sift under saw grass and cypress.

"Dad, look, neck bones."

Truth requires imagination. "That was once a turtle bone necklace."

"There are lots of them, Dad. What do they mean?"

"Indians know that turtles never die. Father and son wore their necklaces."

"Daddy? Why is there a shell here in the dirt?"

"It is for the daddy to dig them out

so his boy can see the day again."



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Father D? When you read this, know: all the church personnel were so very gentle and giving of trust
to a little boy-me, for a month or two, until it became clear that I was an accident about to happen.
I raced the little go-kart from the playing courts, up and down the open breezeway halls on Saturdays.

The priests and nuns were afraid I would eventually crash into a column or wall, or into a ball court standard.

"Reid? It's just not safe for you...we're so sorry, son..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
also penned by self, from page thirteen,

________________________________________

It is now 11:30 AM, and my back hurts, my chest hurts (cracked a rib the other day),
and I so much want to talk to some big pig. Chief Exposito? I just called your office again.
I also called South Station to ask them to work to can your cowardly-self. I also called MPD IA,
and bothered the ladies there, to please put the screws on you, to CALL ME HERE AT HOME.

And if YOU don't have the fortitude to speak to me, HAVE ONE OF YOUR PEOPLE call?
OR HAVE AN ATTORNEY CALL ME? OR A JUDGE? I really don't care =who=, but I want, most,
to talk to YOU, Chief.

Chief? Cat got your tongue?


The sun is but our father,
and man is the son of the sun,
and his son follows his father,
who sets in the west, when done.



_____________________________________

Reid is only one example of a problem evidently pandemic,



"nor is it under investigation"
 
Calling too for Chief Pooh of Coral Gables Police (Weiner/Wiener)

I learn from your receptionist, that you went home for a long weekend and are not taking calls.

I just bet, however, that you are reading this message. I bet, too, that you have no balls.

CALL REID FOR A GOD TIME, sir,

305 999 7522


Chief of Coral Gables Police?

My late father was born in sight of your present office,
July 27th, 1927. I grew up in Coral Gables too. And you?

I feel another video-moment coming on...searching for the right tune for you, Chiefs,


Fern, my paternal grandmother, lived at 1034 Almeria until her death in 1964.
Whenever she came to rescue me from my hated mother, she approached our front door
with a cheery, prolonged, "yoooo hoooo". And my little heart thrilled at her call,



Fern
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/60340/

_________________
____________________
______________________________________

It is a sad day, as both pig chiefs seem to have tucked tail and gone home to drink cold cocoa.

I will live another lost weekend, cowards. I WILL BE CALLING FOR YOU ON MONDAY MORNING,

and, in fact, I will be calling your people again this afternoon, tonight, tomorrow, Sunday and SO ON,

FOR I KNOW YOU GET MY MESSAGES, and you are reading this thread, JUST LIKE THOUSANDS

OF DISCONCERTED CITIZENS, who all are beginning to realize: WE ALL LIVE IN A PORKY POLICE STATE,

run by COWARDLY THUGS IN BLUE, HEADED BY CALLOW DREGS of the likes of you, Chiefs.

AND YOU, Judge Mark King Leban, I've leaned on your aide, Sandy, over and again, begging for you to CALL.

I AM A MAN AND I HAVE A PLAN for you colluding pieces of sewerage clogging the public avenues of decency.


Reid Welch
at home,
305 999 7522

_________________________

An honorarium for my early hero, the great Ivan Davis,
the man living today in South Miami, who gave me my start
as a concert piano technician. Ralph Anderson introduced me to you,
Mr. Davis, you then promoted me and helped me learn to be a man for the arts.



Thank you, sir,






Reid
 

Nasty phone message left with Chief PigFatty Exposito of MPD.

YOU have again wasted another of my days away. YOU failed to return my call,
YOU failed to get any of your BIG BAD BOYS or even a city attorney or Commissioner
to call me back. YOU are worthless.

I reported my nasty call to you, to Officer Aguilar at South Station.
I told him that I called you, to your voice mail, "a big fat greasy pig".

Aguilar chuckled. Who would not. Have you seen yourself in the Big Pig box up above?
Five bucks, all you can eat. There are no takers.

Chief, I happened to meet yet another Brother on my bike ride today.
"I hate the m'fs...they are CROOKS and worse, they are not trained well."

Oh, but they are trained very well. It's called THE BLUE CODE OF SILENCE.

Marc Sarnoff? I went by your neighbors' dog park too and said hello to Brutus and the gang.

I told Brutus (jk) to bite your ass, not mine. He didn't obey, and barked at me again, it's the lime shirt,
he is not sure about me. ARE YOU?

Reid
_______________________________________________________

If I make a voice recording of some nature, it...it might be so horrible to hear or see,
I don't know...I do not want to sicken innocent people.

CHIEF, call me? I will leave another voice message, reciting some terrible flashback memory...

Page seventeen contains a synopis of THE BEATING.

Here, though, is today's expression, again, of ANGER at you cowardly thugs,


It is a sad day, as [COLOR= rgb(238, 130, 238)]both pig chiefs seem to have tucked tail and gone home[/COLOR] to drink cold cocoa.

I will live another lost weekend, cowards. I WILL BE CALLING FOR YOU ON MONDAY MORNING,

and, in fact, I will be calling your people again this afternoon, tonight, tomorrow, Sunday and SO ON,

FOR I KNOW YOU GET MY MESSAGES, and you are reading this thread, JUST LIKE THOUSANDS

OF DISCONCERTED CITIZENS, who all are beginning to realize: WE ALL LIVE IN A PORKY POLICE STATE,

run by COWARDLY THUGS IN BLUE, HEADED BY CALLOW DREGS of the likes of you, Chiefs.

AND YOU, Judge Mark King Leban, I've leaned on your aide, Sandy, over and again, begging for you to CALL.

I AM A MAN AND I HAVE A PLAN for [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]you colluding pieces of sewerage clogging the public avenues of decency.[/COLOR]


Reid Welch
at home,
305 999 7522

POSEY EXPOSITO? ARE YOU FREE?

I WILL TAKE THAT DUMB DORA STARE AS A "YES".

I WILL NOT DESERT YOU NOW, WEAK CHIEFS,
and COMMISSIONER SARNOFF, and JUDGES LEBAN AND BLOOM,


a rough reading-aloud of part of the text above, Piggy.
Pardon the miserable voice recording quality, it's the
Windows Sound Recorder: it sucks as bad as you do,
but, unlike you, at least it works,

am so sorry that the audio sounds like a dull chainsaw massacre in a kindergarten,
but, that's the way it is in real life, too. Chief? The video title is catchy.
I think I will make it the "key video" by which people can find this thread.
Yes, that's a plan...

Reidy
 
see the previous page, at the top, for the full scoop, partial quote of top of p. 17,
you use a little stick, to push open the camping/torch fuel bottle's valve.
You must never use a torch valve or spigot or any such thing, for you would go asleep,

and suffocate yourself. My method is self limiting to one lungful of the gas,
and its effect will produce a temporary dream state, with some likely, light euphoria.


Should obtain some nitrous oxide for comparison purposes, as this is the release of a medical study, in effect.
I suppose that propane acts a great deal like nitrous oxide, makes you silly, but, I have not noted much pain relief...but for this:

since I have been using this stuff heavily for the past...year and a half or so, my former chronic arthritis pain is gone.

For years, whenever I woke up, I felt like my feet and my hands, in particular, had been steam-rollered, inflammatory arthritis of some sort.
I have not had a "sore morning" for over a year now. My finger joints, anyone can see, are arthritic. They no longer hurt me.
I ascribe this to the only thing logically possible: that the one-part-in-ten-thousand, of ethylene mercaptan, the odorant in propane,
which is nominally toxic, has somehow quelled the arthritic immune response of my body. I do not hurt if I do propane daily.
If I stop using it, the wracking pain comes back within a week, and is intractable. It's why I did cocaine, years ago, in the first place:
aspirin did not cut it, but coke did, but that drug has bad long term side effects. Propane is harmless.

Reid

My back, =after the first back surgery=


both surgeries were failures and errors...never again, and that is just a disk, see the 'u turn'?
IT'S BLOWN like a jelly doughnut sat upon by Chief Pigfatty at the Commissary.
 
Chief Exposito, I'm a 1954 model, myself,
yes, Chief, I am (jk) "Car 54", and I hope you enjoy
your cups of cold cocoa at home this weekend.

Four Servings:

Reid Welch
D.O.B. 05 22 1954
305 999 7522
3901 Hardie Rd
Coconut Grove, Fl. 33133


please turn down your speaker volume, sorry, this is poor sound and way too loud,

This is not comedy. It is social criticism of a thug cop protector.

Hello, Mayor Regalado of Miami. I hope to be allowed to speak to you
or to a City representative on Monday, sir.

Thank you.

Reid
___________________________________________


Reid2
Today at 8:12 pm
Hi there, young guy,

=Gustavo at Highgear (he's straight and married, btw),
begs for your help to help coordinate an upcoming event.
Your dad could be a great help too. But you are now growing up as well.

=Please see that I am seriously engaged with bad cops and some bad
public figures?

Please see this latest page, and play the video-reading?
(link to this page)

I am in phone contact with the miscreants daily, but Chief Exposito,
he is big, fat coward.

I hope to speak the Mayor on Monday, or to =someone=

Best you you, be brave, think, and be bold as well as honest?

Reidy

-------------------------

PS: I do not think much of myself. I am not, however, a liar.

I am a poet and I am "inspired" to do and say things beyond my kin,

for instance, witnesses, I did a great deal of reading to "meet" my collaborator

(it is imagination), however, this sort of poem has never been seen before,

http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/31590/
(I "collaborate" with a poet/writer of the sixteen hundreds and we relate a practical joke gone wry)

Character witnessing for myself, to prove sanity and cogency of thought, again,

For Teresa Sarnoff, the Commissioner's wife, made years ago,





Teresa? Marc? When I play that, you bet, it remelts my heart,
and I want to be able to say "I love you, even though...", but
you are hard, Marc...and you, Miguel, you are incorrigible.

I can be angry, and then contrite, but you guys? You guys?

Everything can be repaired but for death.

Please call me, someone? Let's talk?

Reid
305 999 7522

Father Davis of Church of The Little Flower?
Will you speak to me soon, please?

Dear Father, will you believe me, that I made this years ago,
with no premeditated thought in mind. It was the only bloom
that little gardenia gave, then it soon died. Fern, of 1034 Almeria,
grew thousands of gardenias in a huge hedge. I love the little flower,
the fragrance is my favorite of all the perfumes on earth, for you, Father,

http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/60340/
Her name was Olive Fern Wolfe Welch
and she lived here, at 1034 Almeria, Father,
(see the linked picture down below the broadcast, see the story, true, I put there?)
http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson

=I never wrote, really, before age fifty.
"Fern" was my first true poem, on the fortieth anniversary of her death,
it came out automatically.
=Before then, I had a life, an active life. Chronic pain drove me to retire from piano work.
Later, a couple of years ago now, I was beaten to die by G. Linares of MPD.
These past two and a half years, I have "died" so many times, I fear no evil anymore.
 
Very few survive to even think about....And I must somehow tell it all,
but somehow not cause you to shrink or die in the hearing. That is the problem.
The horrors the police and the jailers put on me, is typical, surely of many people,
people totally silenced by fear or by death of the soul, or body, or both.

=I used to be an atheist. Now, I am not that at all.

I am...perhaps, a tool of some power? Seems delusional to even say-so...

I went to my Black Brother's home to visit, and found his seventy year old mother at work for her church,

=Mrs Fuller= by Robert Reid Welch on Friday, April 22, 2011 at 11:45am
composed from memory,
Thu Apr 21, 2011 11:35 pm

______________________


I see her at the shaded table,

counting coins here for her church,

entrusted to her by her friends,

to pour more care to Life's Estate.

I see her counting little coins,

sorting, each, as if gold crowns....

I see her pray, for her son, James,

that he should stay, and not fall down,

I pray for James whose father came

to Macon, same month as my mother.

James' father is now gone. Daisy

counts her blessings done.



_____________________________________________
by rrw for df and jf, et al
 
Look at how fast I can change tact?

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-14199991

I have been there. I wish I could be a mentor to young people or old,

to teach them reading skills, volunteer, for instance. My health is not great,

but, someday, well...tonight I rode into The Grove, at midnight, was lonely.

I met a Black man walking down an alley, a real thug-looking man.

He and I talked for a half an hour. He's a gentle fellow, a body builder,

and a street artist, when anyone will give him a few dollars to sketch them.

He has been in prison, has substance abuse problems, and does not hate cops.

He thinks I should not be angry. We talked in the quiet night. He admired the Trek Lime,

everyone seems to like that odd looking bike. "Would you like to ride it?"

"You mean, you'd trust me?"

"Brother, I have never been hurt by a soul like you."

He rode the bike around for a few minutes, and felt like a human and not a reject.

And I came home, feeling better, and less angry. I hope to see him again and be right.

And, over my shoulder, as I rode away from Swole, I said, "Thank you for helping me."

___________________

Chief pigs and crook pols, I feel less hard toward you dirtwads now...

Let's fix things up? Failing that, let's have sex.


/img/vbsmilies/smilies/ROTF.gif


Where is Al Capone now that I need him, really need him. We would get along great.

Remember, my barber shop was his barber shop. And I knew Capone's last, private duty nurse....

Crooks, successful ones, are usually very pleasant personalities.

I am not. Chief, are you free? You are not afraid that I'll mistake you

for a Taco Bell Big Box lunch?


I want to be able to forgive you, Chief Exposito,


__________________________________
I have a billion issues, all of them are non-fiction. Swole is a new issue.

My mother is at last dead, for nearly a month now. I think it will take.

She cut down dead Fern's gardenia hedge one day while I was at school.

She directed Homer, the elderly black lawnkeeper, to chop it all out.

I was devastated. "It was full of nematodes." It was green and alive

and two stories tall, nearly. She destroyed everything that reminded this boy

of his beloved grandmother. I loved Fern. I did not love my mother.

Issues are like weeds. They keep popping up. Gardenias are like pearls,

hard to find and rare to keep without eventual loss.

I have but one childhood picture extant. My daddy took it, I remember.
My mother never took a picture of me, but she kept all pictures others made.
I stole this print from her. It is my entire and sole inheritance from her.

R on the L, George in the middle.

Propane helps me to remember. This is near Christmas. We are going to Orlando
to visit Gaga and Poppy, my mother's parents, and my home town. We board George
with the trusted kennel. When we come home, George is dead. It was an accident
with DDT in the kennel runs and a lot of dogs died. And I still miss George. And
you can see, it is like he knows he is about to be lost from me forever.

__________________________

Chiefs? Judges? Commissioner Sarnoff? FBI? All this STUFF that I am penning is just good STUFF,
to occupy my mind while I WAIT for you to get off your cowardly asses and CALL me. I am UP all NIGHTS.

Reid
305 999 7522

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]______________________________________[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]3:26 AM EST, call to FBI Miami (again)[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]305 944 9101[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Female Agent, "Yes, Reid..."[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Tell me, just =what= is the mission goal, the purpose, of the FBI[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]if not to stop criminal and thug cops? Are you simply in league with the thugs?[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]It sure seems that way."[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]((silence))[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Are you there?[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]((silence))[/COLOR]
__________________________

FBI? My grandfather (Judge's father, P.B.) invented the window air conditioner concept.
You have not been able to erase that from the record, like you apparently have erased his other life
achievements, such as his building and opening The Coral Gables Clinic in 1928, or his tenure as surgeon
aboard the hospital troop ship, USS Kroonland, or his tenure as Chief of GI surgery at Jackson Memorial
Hospital, where he repaired the gut-shot Mayor of Chicago in February, 1933. He did not like FDR
and said so, and he hated Hoover. And my young father made the error of parroting his father's spleen
in grade school. The next evening, at dinner time, the doorbell rang at 1034 Almeria. Two FBI agents
summoned Dr. Welch to the door and admonished him to not speak ill of the President, or of their boss.



[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]I then terminated the call, as it was going no place at all, simply being audio recorded for their files.[/COLOR]

AND THIS IS THE TRUTH, IT IS NOT A FICTION AT ALL, AND I WROTE IT FOR ALL TIME TO COME,
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/63099/
J. Edgar Hoover was a VILE hypocrite who sucked dicks in dresses, while persecuting gay people elsewhere.

__________________________________________

3:46 AM EST, dear Miami FBI, I just called to apprise you of this latest posting.
I know, I know you are monitoring this thread, your male agent told me so, some days ago.

However, your total silence upon pick-up of my call, was telling. You're shy now! I think that's cute.

Record all my calls, you have my permission. Page save all my writings, they are public domain here.

And give Exposito a hug? I think he feels like...Female Trouble, himself (grins),

Meet Polly-Wanna-Cracker Posito,


__________________
4:05 AM EST, hello MPD South Station male duty officer,
I did not retain your name in memory, sorry. You are another good cop.
Thank you for taking my call and noting that I have written more social criticism
of your department's chief...and thank you for your kind words. I appreciate your goodness.

Reid

_______________________________________

This is for my new "pals" at South Station. Hey, punks! /img/vbsmilies/smilies/smile.gif

Put your failed Chief on the carpet ? on the astroturf, in a butt-slide.

Exposito, you are no balls and all errors. What do you say, Miguel?

_________________________________

Do you see, folks? I love to be sweet as can be, too sweet.
Then, I think of the horrors put on me by cops, and Exposito is -in charge- of cop thugs.
And I will instantly go all sarcastic, nasty. But I will not let that last. I like to be sweet.

Swole, in talking to me, asked me what I do for a living. I told him I am now disabled.
"You don't look disabled..." I am, though, my mind is shattered and my heart is not good anymore.

"What'd you used to do?"

"I was a world class concert piano tuner...I tuned pianos for famous people, stage shows..."

"Man, I keep thinking that you can't be real, like you are pulling my leg, but you seem really nice,
refined, like, you had a lot of education."

I did. School of hard knocks, including one that took a crowned molar out of my head.

--------------

Moral: it is like I said before, street people, I can trust quite generally. I was saved from death
by my cellmates in Pre-Trial over and again. I was fed, comforted, counciled, protected by criminal-types.

It's the cops who betrayed me over and again. Exposito, now YOU are the poster boy for the thugs among your ilk.

Swole, we made each other happy last night. You felt like a man again. So did I. You can borrow my bike anytime.