Miami Crack Cops On Parade



ATTENTION, PRESIDENT OBAMA, SIR:



http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson

Reviewer: Logical - ((Reid Welch))
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- August 24, 2007
Subject: Appreciated here
What serendipity: you present here a broadcast that aired
on the very day that my paternal grandfather died (May 6th, 1945).

Coincidence: PB Welch was born the same year as ******, died suddenly one week after ******.

Coincidence: Pearson was my paternal grandmother's first cousin.
That makes him my first cousin twice removed.

I've never heard a Pearson broadcast before, so this is a treat. But it touches me to know that
he's speaking at the same time that my grandfather had just died,



SS Secret Service boys?
You may well ask about me among my Facebook friends, many of them, from forty years ago.
They are all as horrified by this apparent rapture, as are yourselves. Pray tell, what do you think?

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002168271147
Reid and the Sargent Majors
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=112960765452865&set=t.100002168271147&type=1&theater

BOOTH WROTE TO HIS DEAD,
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/61359/

http://www.poetrycritical.net/~R_Reid_Welch/
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un-Intelligence experts of the USA,
and Intelligence experts of other nations,

=Reid's grandfather keeled of a "sudden heart attack" at 2PM EST, May 6th, 1945.
His wife's first cousin, Drew, most-famed newscaster of that year, was doing...what...at that hour?
P B Welch was born same year as ******, died one week after ******,
"but, personally, until a body is found, I won't believe..."
=Reid's sole paternal uncle, 21 year old Paul, is noted in the ancient newspaper clipping.
Paul trained paratroopers for the Normandy Invasion. When Paul returned home,
his father was dead for two months, unknown to Paul. Paul apparently secreted his war booty souvenirs
into the attic crawl space of 1034 Almeria. They were forgotten, that Nazi dagger wrapped in two, US Army-issue,
tactical maps of the French countryside. The dagger fell from the ceiling, when the plaster was ripped out,
and was presented to Reid as a gift from the then-current family at 1034, fifty nine years to the day after Paul Brown Welch, MD, died.
What is the name of the head of that family at 1034 Almeria, in 2004 (Paul Fournier, a second generation Frenchman)
What did Paul B. Welch II do with his life? ((He was a career Army man, never a combatant, was the personal aide to General Westmoreland,
and co-ordinated our withdrawal, and evacuation, from the morass of Vietnam))

PREDICTIONS OF THINGS TO COME?

Reid's first cousin, Drew Pearson, a JOURNALIST too.

of general interest, is all,
http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450422_Drew_Pearson
April 22, 1945
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Drew? You are long dead, since 1969. The dead have no ears; this note is figuration.
We never met, no, and I never knew of this film before 1997.
Isn't it odd, again, that I collected vintage TVs over twenty years ago.
Here in the house, are Zenith consoles, a pair, of 1949 and 1950 vintage.
You appear here on a 1951 Zenith, Drew. I am associated with theremins, too.

"Now we take you to Miami Beach, Florida for a report from Gabriel Heatter"
((Reid knew his daughter as a piano tuning client. She was a writer too))

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un-Intelligence experts, WHO was the police chief in Miami in that era?

Walter Reed (Reed is also the college that poet Lew Welch attended), an army hospital in DC,

and...Walter...BOOHER was Reid's mentor in childhood, next door neighbor, a Quaker, and

WALTER was the first name of our police chief, if I recall, from knowing his granddaughter in my grade school years,

Walter Headly (sp)...I may be mistaken, being brain-beaten. Propane inhalation helps me recover lost intelligence.

It does not get me high, not much. And who was my Rad-Con mate in the Navy (see poem list, netskyIam for "Radiumnumb"),
WALTER Crowe. And that's just a few of the "walters under my bridgework".

TDTESS:
"Are you an FBI man?"
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/63099/
No, Billy, but I've known a few in my time...


Reid
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PS, just looked up the vaguely remembered name.
He was before my time BUT I KNEW ABOUT HIM:

http://gayinsacramento.com/Chron-florida-page.htm
Walter Headly Chief of Police, Miami.
He advocates a policy of tolerating gay bars
as a means of regulating homosexuals, 1953.

Headly, like cops of today, but worse, did "shake downs" of bar owners,
via his thugs. Miami has always been a cesspool.

Ginger Headley? I remember you from grade school. You are a nice person.
http://www.facebook.com/ginger.castleberry
You are not your grandfather, thank God.

Chief Pig-Eato? Chief Exposito of Miami Police Department?
Chief Hot-Dog? Chief Weiner of Coral Gables Police Department?

THE NIGHT IS YOUNG, give reidy here a call? I have a few words to share with you guys....

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]______________________[/COLOR]
Ten minutes ago...
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]It took a while, on hold, to get through to the Miami Police Department communications officer.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]I told him, at his insistence, a bit of my story. He already knew it, of course.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]"Mr. Welch, the Chief will not be entertaining any calls from you, sir."[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]OK. I will proceed now with the whole-pig, traditional Cuban-style open pit BBQ party, [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]for the world. Weiner? Bring your hot dog, ketchup and mustard, and pickles?[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]I'll provide the heat and the red sauce.[/COLOR]


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

Six Thousand Reads of this thread now. Please pass it around?
It's going to be a bumpy flight to Miami. Fasten your seatbelts, por flavor
and bring your best appetites for the big pig roast to come.

P is for Paul, man of PEACE
PREDICTIONS....of

Remove the "P" and rearrange the next four letters?


P REID
 
CODE ENFORCEMENT says "no open pit fire or $500 fine."

OK, Mr. Singh. So we will work more along this line, here,
this way also avoids the taint of doggy pee that permeates
Commissioner Marc Sarnoff's doggy park.

Sample of the technique, getting hungry, folks?

a por mi amigo, Alvaro,

Hola, Chief Exposito? CUBA loves you too,


oh, never saw this before. What is the name of the video maker? ((another "Walter))


"The Chief won't be entertaining any calls from you, Mr. Welch."

That's fine. I find Chief Porky Pig-eato
to be quite entertaining now for our witnesses here.


  • This happened over a year ago. If I'm remembering correctly; the criminal thug cop was fired.

    markmills8 11 months ago
  • @markmills8 So? I'm still ****** off, and it was funny oinking at him.

    wiiiilbur 11 months ago

=I feel empathy for the cameraman, he was doing his job.
He was feeling out a suspect thug, and got results, NO COP can strike a civilian like that.
PIGS WILL BE PIGS, some of them. LINARES, I want your ass in the fire now, along with
SIZZLE-ITO EXPOSITO.


Real life pigs are pretty nice, if you aren't a runt in momma's litter.

No bit of you Chiefs will go to waste, delicioso,


Off Icer G. Linares of M.P.D., post-sex change, shows his moves, but still gets bitten, says-she,
"What happened here?" demanded Sargent C. "He bit me!", protested Liar Linares, after failing to murder Reid.
G Linares makes a prettier girl than when he poses as being any form of a man,
 
WASHINGTON and MR. PRESIDENT, we seem to have a little problem with legalities,
starting to manifest from here in Miami. THUG COPS RUN OUR NATION, apparently.

Can you walk away any faster, Mr. Obama?

=UNintelligent "experts", does Reid know the video poster? ((NO, but just wrote him with a "thanks"))
=UNintelligent "experts", does Reid know a thing or two about this sort of player piano? ((YES))

(((http://www.youtube.com/user/Pianosyncrazy, yours is about the best-recorded upright I've ever heard,
tuning does not matter so much as great mic'ing. Piano is THE most difficult instrument to record. You aced it!))

I got my start, after the Navy, in the piano field, on pianos identical to this player.
I rebuilt them for Charlie Sebastian, of Rinky Tink Amusement Co., across the street
from J.B. Importers, whom we know today as the leading importer of Chinese bikes and bike parts for LBSs.

=WHERE did my cousin Drew flourish?
=WASHINGTON
Did Reid ever work in Washington?
YES.
Did Reid know anyone special in Washington?
YES, the late Nancy Hanks, former head of the N.E.A.
=WHERE did Reid's maternal grandfather live and work for a spell, ca. 1912?
WASHINGTON.

(((you numbskulls in "police" and politics)))

IF WASHINGTON SHOULD COME TO LIFE TO-DAY

((I do not think he would smile, not much, not after learning of our coyly posing pigs and pols))

=no phone call comes.
=no "Baker Act" will come.
=no arrest will come.
=no lawyer will dare to take my case.
=no paper or outlet in the USA will even talk to me, nor acknowledge this matter.

WHY? BECAUSE WE OF THE USA LIVE IN PIG-SLICK POLICE STATE.
Welcome to the mob, 21st century style, perfected. Some country, eh?

a year and a half ago, my long-time barber, Robert,


Reid met and chatted with Capone's last, private duty (male) nurse.
Capone was a PIP compared to some of our Miami Cops...like
PIZZA BOY LINARES, the chico with a size-small, pock-marked pepperoni face.

=the pigs won't Baker Act me, nor will they arrest me again Why?
BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE LOOKING OUT FOR ME HERE.

Sinatra, whom I did not meet, due to scheduling conflict, ****** me off.

He drunkenly spilled his scotch and water into the belly of my Steinway #101.
He damaged the bass strings, but I was not there to chew his fat out for that.
NEVER have an open drink near a fine grand piano, jerks, or you get a send-off, )



Belated love expressed here, to one of the greatest singers of all time....


Now, Posey? Wein-ey? Lisa Linares? Alvy Alvarez? Paula Perez? Falldown Fatso?
Can you sing, too? Let's sing along, a merry song, "I snuffed him my way."

_____________________

repeat of a recall from 10-A-3.
Two of my cellmates, familiar with me,
sprung me on the Giant Lummox, the 300 pound,
six foot five + black man. "This here is Robert.
Robert is a co4354sucker."

"Damn, man, are you really a ******?"

Yes. You mean, you're not?
((Everyone cracked up and the giant, from that point, gave me full respect))
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Isn't it remarkable? I went for fifty four years with nary a legal blemish or problem
till I set myself up to be illegally stopped by drug-thug-extortion cops, and then COMPLAINED,
against all advice from Miami Dade County Judge, Mark King Leban. Now I am fifty seven,
and have a rap sheet sufficiently long for Chiefs cover themselves with it like pigs in a blankie.

mas musica por LAS lechones,

the KINKAJOU! ^from Argentina, to Miami, and from the twenties, to our teens, from,




Laying in wait for some love callers,

Reid
 
"To everyone's surprise, the Obama administration has escalated the war
against whistleblowers and the attacks on information that journalists and
the public were depending on to get evidence of wrongdoing by powerful
institutions and individuals," Prof Feldstein says.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-14171312


=There is no interest from officials to stop corruption and thuggery.
=Reid was singled out for harassment and then beaten to die.

There is no official interest in stopping such crimes, as the cops are the muggers
for organized criminals in suits and cloaks, and FBI offices.

((sounds crazy? does to me, but I've been in it for some time))

I hate conspiracy theories, don't you, too? So what I have here in these threads are facts.

Please thread the facts together after checking their veracity?

REID WAS BEATEN TO DIE BY A MPD COP, after his blowing the whistle on Miami cocaine thug-stop cops.

Oh, there were other circumstances, and I can talk about them, but as NONE OF THE PIGS are oinking questions, let that pass for now?


Reid

=Love call left with the FBI
=Love call left with Chief Fatback (Exposito)
=Love call placed to Coral Fables (could not break through)
=Love call placed to MPD South Station, 'Tell Chief Posey to fry himself'
_______________________________________________________________

=Love call placed to MPD IA, pretty much the same as just put to Chief Posey Posito.
=Love call placed to Judge Mark King Leban, of Miami Dade County, saying pretty much,
"Sorry, old pal Mark, that you are a coward in league with thugs and criminals. Smoke a joint now, and chill?
OR if you like, have a BIG BAD Miami Dade Police pig CALL ME and TELL ME to cool it?
AND PASS THIS MESSAGE along to your cohort, judge Beth Death "Blam" Bloom?"

=Love call (real one) placed to old time friend and mentor, attorney Julian Kreeger.
Real love and devotion placed to two good, kind and brave people. Love to Judge Judith and to Julian.

Here, a little "coded" poem of "months", as Julian is a summer name.
Can you all figure out the story of this quaint "tableau" social setting of nearly two hundred years ago?

Think and be gentle too,

you vile shitwads.

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=Smithson Higglesbottoms just placed a "please call me back" to South Station of MPD.

It it rather a dead end...but I like to run down all roads, and so do you all. Chief EXpi? BEEP, move aside, PORKY!
 
For Linares of MPD and other sanctioned killers and thuggers,
a poetry discussion,

=What does this mean?
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/61993/
=1826 Code Vivant=
It is a serious little item.

=Do you reckon J. Edgar Hoover would understand 1826 Code Vivant?
(yes, inasmuch as it is a poem for homos to honor)

Did Hoover lap the banks of the Clyde?

(yes, figuratively, and he in fact left scum marks on guys' thighs)
 
to example cogent and patent thought, THUGS, see, please?
http://www.cyclingforums.com/forum/thread/486259/your-thoughts-about-bike-materials#post_4006683 Ga

Hello Liz at Chief Exposito's office (she will hear my just-recorded message).

Hello to Officer Aguilar of South Station. Like Mesa, you always listen kindly to my calls and logic.
Have I told you folks, you good cops, lately, that I love you? Is that OK.

I will oscillate, and make terrible jibes at Pizza Boy Lisa Linares, and Chief Posey Posito,
but, I like you, Aguilar and Mesa, you are not afraid of me, and you seem to understand the story.


Chief?



Oh, cops and pols, why are we doing this?

Think? Do you understand that Reid is a bit...unusual? (yes you do)

WHY? (think?)

unIntelligence Agents, as I told you elsewhere, my Ernie was once married to Betty Kessler.
That was 1953. The pair remained married by law, only for one year. They remained in each others' hearts, for life.

Who is the female the vintage car driver picks up? What is her name? ((Betty))
What sort of cars did Ernie drive when young (vintage cars, antiques of the thirties and twenties)

Looks like a good film, the kind they don't make anymore. Double click on the player for full screen?

I'll tell the story of the salesman who drove a convertible and cuckolded the wife of a
of a cement truck driver...my dad told me that story when I was a tyke. It was a lesson....

=a paraphrased recall, told to me by my dad, over fifty years ago=

The vacuum salesman was well heeled; had a snazzy convertible car.
He also had a hot prospect and visited her more than once.
Neighbors noted the open Buick and the wide smile of its driver hopping out,
and into the home of - - - - , the cement truck driver.
Eventually, a call arrived to the driver's place of employment.
The cement truck driver ambled his heavy truck to his own address.
At the curb was a snazzy and empty and open convertible car.
He filled it and rolled along in a merry concrete way.
 
Yo, Posey Posito (Exposito) and Chief Hot Dog (Weiner), play me? Touch my crank again?

made pre-beating...Chiefies, it is so incredibly loud, that siren, and so am I.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT MY ARRIVAL HERE AT THIS TIME IS NOT "RANDOM"?

(((add up all the "co-incidences"?)))

DO IT, pigs? REMEMBER all the confluences I have cited?

Isn't life a wonderful draw of luck and pluck?

Here, I made this years ago. I knew not why, but I had to "let it out",
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/22698/
Posing as Puck in Redux

Any doctors of the mind want to explain myself to your peers and to the thugs and to the readers here?
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/16193/

Are there any preachers in the house?
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/37235/

Are there any rabbis?
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/62163/

Are there any unclean souls here?
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/61747/
Any fractured cores? Any fractured screwy-tales?


Q, this is about 1961 or so. What magazine does Henry Q. Wolf read?






the author at about thirty four years of age

Cops, in those days, I could do, I know not how,
a pull up (not "chin up), a real slow pull up, with either hand,
but no-one else in the gyms I went to then could manage even one,
not even for the hundred bucks that I offered to all comers. One day,
at the gym that Marc Sarnoff and I shared, the old Grove Nautilus,

I did my pull up demo to some guys. They could not get my hundred bucks.
A pretty girl, when I passed her, in walking out a while later, said, and made me blush,
"I saw you do the pull ups, from behind. I never saw shoulder and back muscles
in such sharp definition before. You're strong." I burbled in male pride and said,
"You're very sweet", and smiled and drifted away, and so I did not hurt her heart,

I thought.

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PS addendum, don't think I've seen this since childhood.
People used to be smarter.

Jenny dearest of Highgear? I gave your shop a "magic lamp", the 1900 acetylene cycling lamp.

Genie/Jenny? Call me "Aladdin? A-lad-in-your-heart

reidy

Highgear friends? Rub that lamp for luck, loves?

http://www.bikeforums.net/showthread.php/733193-the-life-of-a-bicycle-lamp

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Reidy went to junior high school at Ponce De Leon.
a cute cartoon story with a Florida twist,
 
PHONE TEST? Call Reid, Please, NOW, pigs?

It would be a good plan for you all.

Reid will not hurt you or "trick" you.

YOU will do that to yourselves if you do not make repairs.

Please call Reid (me) I am here, standing by, laying in this stupid Lafuma chair.

305 999 7522 ((am not a phoney))

=Am about to make a telephone test, and call you po-po guys,
because, this phone is dead silent. I wonder if it has failed...or...you instead?


306 999 7522
Anyone in the world, anyone at all, is welcome and safe to call Reid here.
It can be a short conversation, how do you do? Give Reid a call, anyone,

Piggies? Ring-a-ling??? Hello to South Station. Thank you for offering to relay my request.
You, yourself are not allowed to call, nor really engage with me much in chat or questioning.
"I'll have someone ring your bell", you quipped affably. I like a guy with a sense of humor. Thanks.

For you relatively good copper guys, two great video clips, make you laugh,

"I like to see a guy arrivin' in low" "I can tell a phoney"

There are no phonies in this show above, they are all plain, nice people.



honk, honk? am a '54 Chevrolet (see the car advert in the show above?)
My heart was beating when this show was made, still is thumping, waiting for mankind
to self-repair. Please?


Reidy, D.O.B. 05 22 1954
telephone, 305 999 7522
at home, 3901 Hardie Av.
 
=The Singer Boy=

Little Reid was fascinated by the treadle action of his grandmother's Singer.

Reid's mother, at last, one day brought home a find from an antique shop.

"Help me unload the car?"

1927, Reid's mother's heart is in the womb, and this is the real cantor singing,
in the first, full length talking-singing film of all time. Listen to the cries?
"Where's the rest of it, mom? Where's the sewing machine top?"

"Oh, I did not want that. This is going to be a table. The dealer took off the machine-top,
and threw that away for me."

It was an 1865 vintage Howe Sewing Machine. It made this boy sick to see it decapitated, ruined.

I spun the heavy iron flywheel with the treadle pedal, shaped like a pair of ladies' shoe soles,

faster and faster, no load, till I broke the con rod and the pedals, and thought:

there, my mother's destruction is complete.

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See now, the Premier, and the dialog is stilted, yes, but sound-sync problems were great,
as this was sound-on-disk, and then had to be put in sync with film. Here, see Irving Berlin,
greatest pop song writer in history. Berlin was a next-floor brownstone neighbor of Ernie's
mom, when she was a little girl over one century ago. Small world to sew together, eh, movie fans?



from Reid, to his...one month dead mother, Mary, with tears.





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Dear Rabbi Fellig of Coconut Grove's Bet Chabad? I need a friend in you, sir,

http://www.chabadmiami.com/

r'y, just around the corner...
305 999 7522

Your historic sanctuary is about to come full circle, as G--d intended.
http://www.chabadmiami.com/templates/articlecco_cdo/aid/58246/jewish/Tour-of-our-Facility.htm

Story to be continued forever, soon.



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Dear mother Daisy and brothers James and David, godson Jamal, sister India,

my heart is not acting well lately. I fell the other day in a faint and gashed my forehead.

I so much want to see you all again, and attend church with you some Sunday.

So much, I love you all, sweetly, of all faiths and non faiths, if only you be gentle,
 
To the Three Little Pigs in front of Kwik Stop, Coconut Grove, this Sunday morn,

I knew you all by sight, but will only name Crack Pipe Torres by name.

It was appreciated, Black Cop, that you say you told Lisa-Pizza-Boy Linares,

the incompetent killer, to enjoy my regards. It was not cool of you to say again,

"Welch, I saw you run that red (light at McDonald and Grand, seen in Miami Crack Cops #6 YT video, listed here),

if I see you do that, I may just give you a ticket."

Whoa, that'd be something: thug-drug cops who shield a murderer, might cite me for rolling through
the same light that they, themselves, run every day in their kiss-of-death-cruisers.

I forgot to ask Crack Pipe Torres, does the Kwick Stop have stock of crack pipe pens today?
I can easily enough call the store, they are listed in the book.

There are no actual "laws" here in Miami, it's all thuggery and fascism.
So, let's go run that light again, back in time, three months ago today,

Three months later, this morning, I met Crack Pipe Torres again, at "his" Kwik Stop,
in the lot, in a clot with two other fuzzbuds. Repeat...and I do want another crack pipe....




the logo on every cop car in Miami reads,

Miami Police Department

PROFESSIONAL LAW ENFORCEMENT

__________________________

Thank you, duty officer Marin, of MPD for just now taking my call.
You are always so gentle with me. I hope your cold cures fast.

Crack Pipe Torres, et al, there are so many other places where two or more cops can meet,
where they do not, or did not, sell crack pipes, and offer free coffee, but only to cops.

RHIP, as we used to say in the Navy.

Marin? I like you. You are not a pig's pig. You are a good measure of a man. I would like for you to increase your measure.
To increase you must step up to the plate and bat for the right team. Think. Fear no-one. The Lord's Prayer.

Jose Canseco and Reid once shared a gym work-out, just the two of them, and they talked, Marin, of life,



Remember, guy, your name is "marine", short one "e"
My name is "rid" plus one "e"

Reid, a former USN sailor, for Officer Marin of MPD South Station.

_____________________________________________________________________

=For Officer Marin and for Marines at Sea=


We often speak of Marine, as a type of hunter green,

However, at sea the brine is chill and blue

As a mirror of the skies and stars and loving eyes,

And a Marin on land sails well and true.



(draft, will be refined in time)


Marin? This is Welch, or Welchie. All my mates go by their last names.
Pretend we are aboard...USS KROONLAND, bringing wounded lads back home,
it is a hospital ship. You are a Marine or a sailor aboard. Find Reid's grandfather in the crowd?
If you have an injury on duty, he will patch you up...I can't find PB's group shots anymore.
P B Welch's portraits seem to have been taken down by the Navy people, for what reason, who knows?
Erasure of record, like has been done with most all else of his life history. He complained about crooked cops too.

http://www.history.navy.mil/photos/sh-usn/usnsh-k/id1541-p.htm


Here, Marin, my grandfather can be seen here...in the YT video clip below, oh, am sorry, they have erased his group photo from
the Kroonland-online set excerpted above.

Marin? Where were your great grandparents then? Cuba? I love Cuba, you bet, many roots there. I have a wonderful "panorama"
shot of the park and Havana Harbour and Morro Castle, taken in 1911, on the occasion of the USS Maine's burial at sea.
Show it to you sometime, use a magnifying glass and you can count the buttons on the ladies' fronts.



Marin? I was in Miami when this was made, at 1034 Almeria.
Many of you witnesses of today were yet to be born,
and so, more years are due to you,

Every witness here can be a flea, to remind our "royalty" who is their boss,

again, this happens to be from 1927. Reid does not plan these dates of ours.

You buy the forty nine cent hamburgers for Reid next time? He will make for you a poem, in gratitude, if you do.

the flea,

For Officer Marin of MPD South Station, a cappella, one hundred one years ago,
by the greatest basso of all time, forever, he cries for you to make rights, sir,

See the same man...last time for now,

Recall? Reid met the composer's son, in Walter Sears' * recording studio's office, 1997,


Dear Sean, Dear Julian (Lennon, Kreeger), Dear Marin,

I am here for you always,

Reid
305 999 7522

* please see the lower part of posting #201 for a few more pregnant "Walters".


(((it all seems pretty goofy, other-worldly, and probably delusional,
but CHECK OUT ALL THE DATA, retarded FBI and other "detectives"))))

FIND ANY LIES HERE? DO YOU? IF YOU DO,
HIKE UP YOUR BALLS AND CALL REID WELCH,

at home,
305 999 7522


Black Crack Cop in the lot at Kwik Stop, this Sunday morning,
"Welch, if I see you run that red light up there, I may give you a ticket..."

I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU DO THAT, BUB.
RHIP, as we used to say, RHIP ((RANK HAS ITS PRIVILEGES)),
so true, Black BUBBA,




"Gosh, I hope I don't get a ticket..."





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Dear "adoptive mother" (more the age of my sister), Mother Daisy Fuller,

thank you for catching my phone call a few minutes ago. I told you of my "spell" and fall the other day.

"Have you seen a doctor?" No, I won't do that unless unconscious. "Well, Reid, fainting is never normal."

I love you, Daisy. I wish...

"I love you too, Reid...."



.
 
How old are you, Aguilar, of South Station MPD, as stated by phone five minutes ago?

"Forty nine". I did not know that before just now, Aguilar.

_________________I do not plan these things, Aguilar. Quoted from my posting made this afternoon above,
#210, long posting at the bottom of page fourteen, the one with the poem I made for Officer Marin of MPD, sir,



"again, this happens to be from 1927. Reid does not plan these dates of ours.

You buy the [COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]forty nine[/COLOR] cent hamburgers for Reid next time?

He will make for you a poem, in gratitude, if you do.

the flea,
"



Welch Robert Reid

05 22 1954

262 92 6944

305 999 7522

3901 Hardie Rd or Av

Coconut Grove, Miami, Fl. 33133


Officer Aguilar? Please pass this thread to all police people you know in all venues?
There are police-people forums, for instance...

I will love you forever and never drain a drop of your blood,

THE FLEA.r ,

[SIZE= 10px]does hop, a bit and for a bite....[/SIZE]
 
Officer Aguilar? You are forty nine, so, you were born about 1962.

Reid is so close to being your same age it is nearly funny if it were not a holy sign again.

In 1962 when I was eight...

made over three years ago, Aguilar, before all my cop troubles, before we two met,

Dear Aguilar, sire,

you are not gay, but then, I am not happy alone,

There is a burial space, nearer La Virgin, than Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica.

It honors the body of my father, Aguilar. Ticos, peasants, bore him for two miles

of slow procession, on their shoulders, El Sr. Gordo's coffin, Ticos so tall

the heavens creak again, rubbed by their passing, even in memory.

As I write this for you, Aguilar, listen to the now-dark Miami sky outside? Hear the rumbles?

Gods now near are agitated, sufficiently enough, to cry upon you all, if rain will but grow some pity....


seems to be a repressed film, this is about all else I can find,

used to have the whole film online free. no more..."PIGS"

As said before, I d not plan these things. I never saw that theatrical trailer just quoted.

MARIN of MPD, who is that uniformed man seen in RAIN? (A Marine).

Were you not in the Army, Marin? I forget. My Uncle Paul was a career Army man,

http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson


Aguilar, Marin? Please see and read the story of the dagger, see the photo?

Do you want to see the real dagger and clippings some day?

Fond regards from Reid to another forty niner and his pal,

Ask Yolanda of MPD IA to show you my great grandfather, the sheriff's, "pistol"?

Say, this CHAIR, the favorite casual chair of his great grandfather in 1889,
it looks familiar...where have we seen it before?


Who is the American singer in this video made by and of reid?
For Marin and Aguilar of MPD South Station,
with love from an honest man. On the road to Guerro...

Cops, in this house, somewhere are two, French, eighteenth century engravings, hand colored,
which were spontaneously offered by the Naples, Florida antiques shop dealer over twenty years ago,
"this pair of charmers belonged to Laurence Tibbett, the opera singer...my friend got them from his estate long ago.
I think I would like for you guys to have them, I don't know why." At cost,
Le Bain...a por Le Emperor,

Uploaded by primobaritono on Aug 18, 2007
It is perhaps silly to even attempt to proclaim someone greatest this or that.
From a certain point on great artists cannot be ranked.
If however I personally had to choose my favorite baritone,
the one who I think achieved heights which no other did,
it would be Lawrence Tibbett. He was a master of such diversified repertoire,
ranging from Verdi and Puccini to Wagner, German Lieder and American Song
to the American operas and Gershwin. He could make a simple song or ballad
into great art. Additionally to his unparalleled vocalism came an unbelievably
magnetic stage personality and an acting abiltiy which was said to be in the Chaliapin league
(He was after all a Shakespearean actor before he came to opera).
Last but not least, Tibbett was incredibly expressive. He sang the "soul of the music".

"and the dawns come up like thunder!..."
Aguilar? Hear the thunder, yet now, dying, as I write to you here?
Love,
Reidy

So, it begins to dawn in you, Aguilar and Marin and so many others here, that "Reid" is but a vessel

of blood and lymph in witness for your sins and his, and offers, like the "Christ", a form of redemption,

both holy and good. And "God" is of the heavens, yes, but much more of your hearts, dear friends,


Remember, Mike Kinerk and Dennis Wilhelm, this was Ralph Anderson's favorite tune,
he played it for us all, often, on his Rogers theater organ at 241 Minorca, Coral Gables.

Ralph did not believe in God, but he believed in Reid, and so, Reid loves to recall Ralph,
that perfect man of peace and love. Remember Ralph, Mike and Dennis?

R'y
305 999 7522

Violano demo "B" for the buyer, who is a nice person. Thousands of hours of a life,
gone now to Chicago, where the Violano was born in the first place.

Reid, restorer...the stories that can be told, all true....
Love to good cops everywhere, from 1998,

the very last nickel, late last year,


Do you all understand? Many people other than Reid are "touched", por exemple, escucha,

  • wow, how old r u? 16? awesome. is this by ear or did you take lessons?

    cracklinnut 2 months ago
  • @cracklinnut
    thank you very much for your comment, when i made this video (2007) i was 17 years old,
    now i am 20 and i think i could do it much better
    but of course i would never remove
    those videos here ;-)
    I never took lessons,
    i play everything by ear.
    Best wishes
    Florian

    GalaTM900 2 weeks ago
____________________________


Reid, though, can and does, put every clue together.
It's all done in this thread, mira, repita,
http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson

please review all pages, particularly page fourteen.

gracias,

Florida
 
Florian in Germany,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpBR1QCnkWQ&feature=related
(((hear that piece, and READ all the comments, folks?)))

Love to young Florian in Germany from Reid in Florida
((am also of German blood, in part))
=I found Florian, who is a prodigal son too, without the slightest trouble, cops.


Florian, am sure you have been complimented many ways by now.

Desiring to say, though, that I have never heard a more scintillating, natural, talent,

that you did all this at seventeen, with never a lesson, is proof of your relationship to the Creator,

whomever or whatever that is.
___________________________

Adding love notes now to sixteen year old "K" of this forum, who lives in Miami too.

We may never meet, nor speak in life, but I met you many years ago, and now,

here, you are a contemporary of Amir, of Highgear Cycling, and of the Juvenile Futurist of 1905,

http://www.cyclingforums.com/forum/thread/485602/thank-you-miami-dear-david-p-4/30

The Juvenile Futurist of 1905 was typewritten on an antique typewriter in the year, 2005,
and given to Amir, of Highgear Cycling, early this year; now, HOW did Reid write this for Amir,
six years ago?

http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/61417/

I am your servant and friend,

(Robert) Reid Welch
3901 Hardie Rd or Av
Coconut Grove or Miami, Florida, 33133

[email protected]
305 999 7522

________________________________

For Lillian of Mayor Cason's Office in Coral Gables=

(fresh picked for you from the air)

We love the lillies of the valley

For they are girls, and grow toward us

And we are in their sky, and think

What can we do to bump them up?


((Puck))


unINtelligent "experts", where did Reid get his last meal, yesterday?
How many copies of that item did Reid buy, for...forty nine cents, weren't they, apeice,

Aguilar, of MPD. YOU are 49 these days too.

K and A and others, YOU are 16 these days.

Love from the Juvenile Futurist to all of you,


r'y
 
Good morning, all. Isn't it TELLING, that no news agency, no "doctor", no attorney,
no-one wants to look into this matter? Why? Because they sense to be quiet, is easier.

Isn't working out very well. Chief Pig-eato? I'm calling you again, right now, for a chat.
 
Attn: local television channel 7 seven

please see the bold dark red below? Is it a story yet?

Originally Posted by Reid2 .

To the Three Little Pigs in front of Kwik Stop, Coconut Grove, this Sunday morn,

I knew you all by sight, but will only name Crack Pipe Torres by name.

It was appreciated, Black Cop, that you say you told Lisa-Pizza-Boy Linares,

the incompetent killer, to enjoy my regards. It was not cool of you to say again,

"Welch, I saw you run that red (light at McDonald and Grand, seen in Miami Crack Cops #6 YT video, listed here),

if I see you do that, I may just give you a ticket."

Whoa, that'd be something: thug-drug cops who shield a murderer, might cite me for rolling through
the same light that they, themselves, run every day in their kiss-of-death-cruisers.

I forgot to ask Crack Pipe Torres, does the Kwick Stop have stock of crack pipe pens today?
I can easily enough call the store, they are listed in the book.

There are no actual "laws" here in Miami, it's all thuggery and fascism.
So, let's go run that light again, back in time, three months ago today,

Three months later, this morning, I met Crack Pipe Torres again, at "his" Kwik Stop,
in the lot, in a clot with two other fuzzbuds. Repeat...and I do want another crack pipe....

the logo on every cop car in Miami reads,

Miami Police Department

PROFESSIONAL LAW ENFORCEMENT
WONDER WHY? Because it is a racket.

MARC SARNOFF? I just placed yet another call to you, you THUG SHIELD cod-piece.


Reid,
at home,
305 999 7522
__________________________________________

The USA's "free press" is about as free as a pekinese locked in the maid's bathroom. Example,

Local TV, Channel Seven, female call taker, I said,

"I have a potential news story to report.....open sales of crack pipes and meth and pot pipes,
most people don't know that these are sanctioned by Federal officials, as are the cops who watch
the sales of the pipes, and regulate the sales of illicit drugs"

"ok, ok, ok, ok,"

"I was beaten to die by a Miami cop, after having blown the whistle about thug-extortion cops and drugs sales..."

"ok, ok, ok, I'll have someone get back to you if we can do anything with the story..."

"My old pal, Marc Sarnoff turns a deaf ear. So does the Judge, my old pot-smoking pal, Mark King Leban,
who warned me to NOT make waves..."

"ok, ok, ok, we'll get back to you if we can do anything with the story."


AM NOT HOLDING MY BREATH here for that.


(((sheesh)))
 
For Will of The Home Depot
(while I wait, fruitlessly for a callback),
Will, I tried to describe to you what a vacation does for a man's nerves,


NO NEWS,
=OR=

close eyes and listen? or full screen the view with a double click and click the player window.


by Bob Roberts, 1910, "for Will of THD, in 2011" : )


reidy

_______________

=for Will=

Will is Black
He's rare as Gold.
We love Will
To have and hold
An umbrella
When it rains.
Will helps you
Avoid life pains.


=for Orlando=

I gave my extra
Apple Pie
To Orlando
At The Home
Depot, "I am running now", you grinned,
Yes, you are, and fit and delicious you are, my squire.
I was born in Orlando, Florida, a fact, that, see?
Orlando of The Home Depot, you are a bronze
Statue beloved, "I am running now",
And you know, people love to follow you, Orlando,
Orlando? People love to follow you in hopes
To catch a slice of your life, you McDonalds Apple Pie guy.



(((Reid was born in Orlando, Florida, in May of 1954)))
 
WHILE I WAIT FOR CHIEF EXPOSITO or any other PORKFAT to call back,

this is a break, to understand sexuality better. I don't promote "gay" stuff,

but, it is a fact that nearly all animals engage in same-sexual romps, and life flourishes.

CHIEF JIGGLESBOTTOMS EXPOSITO? Reid wants a DATE with you, SIR, by PHONE is fine,


Call Reid, FATTY, call Reid Welch, at


305 999 7522
[SIZE= 18px]Call Reid for a "chubby-ubsy" romantic chat, chief pigfat?[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]How about you, Chief Weiner of Coral Gables?[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 18px]I have sweet somethings to murmur to you both, [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 18px]and to Marc Sarnoff, phone sex for you is free, from Reid today, only.[/SIZE]

____________________________________

Cop-out Bois? Silence is getting old. I am as old as time. I represent the Creator, and am without a limit.

BOYS? You would do well to buck up and call Reid and apologize, or MAKE SOME FAIRY EXCUSES?

This silent treatment is for the thug-mug pussies, and YOUR WOMEN are much braver than any of you,

your women, they take my calls, you cowards and killers and corrupted slugs of slime....


Hello again, Miami FBI, female call taker.

Please pass this along to the cocdwsluckers who pretend to be your bosses,
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/63099/
J Edgar Hoover Embedded Forever

by Reid Welch





=A Little Monograph About Sexuality=

=near all life is sexual.

="Oh, lower than that, now!"
as Reid wet the helmet-top with his tongue.
 
Thug Cops and "silent sandbags" of Miami and other places,

DO YOU KNOW, this thread is read by friends of mine, from around the world?

ALL nations read this thread, this forum, this site, and are LAUGHING at your corruption and your HOGTIED-hands,

for instance, here, a letter from a Cycle Forums member, and I told her of this thread, Yankee piggles-bottoms,
Quote:
Sasonka
Today at 10:08 am
Hi Reidy, that was very kind from you to "promote" my survey.
I'm getting really different feedback from different web sites.
But this is how it goes in real life - some are fine with it and some are complaining.
It was quite some time invested in this thesis and survey.
But I'm optimistic, response is quite good (app. 300 totally completed answers were received).

Nice regards from Ljubljana (capital of Slovenia). You should visit our country someday.

Aleksandra


Love to Aleksandra and to Slovenia, from a cop beating survivor in Miami.

How to Find My House, from anywhere in the world, pigs...and gentle Slovenians, too,


Love to Aleksandra, and to Slovenia, from an ancient boy, far away, thinking of you...and crying for love.
I would love to visit your country some day. To do that, I must catch a greasy pig and squeeze it for juice (pig money).
http://freewrights.freeforums.org/the-horrors-of-the-ninth-floor-and-more-t2036.html
 
Hello, old pal, Commissioner Sarnoff, let's clear a path?
http://www.cyclingforums.com/forum/thread/486121/the-cruiser-bike-path-to-better-police-and-politics



http://www.facebook.com/marcsarnoff
Marc D. Sarnoff Politician · Miami, Florida

This is your old pal, Reid.

Call me, buddy?

305 999 7522

excerpted from,
http://www.facebook.com/marcsarnoff

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[*] Marc D. Sarnoff
If you live in Midtown or in nearby Wynwood I hope to see you tonight, July 8, at DOG BAR for a K9 Ice Cream Social. The owners of Dog Bar have been kind enough to invite me to say a few words and meet the neighbors in the area from 6-9pm. All proceeds raised tonight will benefit the Humane Society of Greater Miami. July 8 at 1:29pm ·Like· Last Sunday in the Park en frente de la casa d'el mi amigo antiqua, el Commissioner Sarnoff,

Hi Marc, remember me, back when we were buddy-boys?



"c'mere puppy!"


r'y for his old pal, marc.
_______________________________________________

I want to say something incontrovertible, for the record, here soon.

Let me rest for a bit, and I need to go get some bread to eat,
and a pack of dreadful cigarettes.

The "revelation" will not be bad or or shocking, it will simply upset pig bellies.

Yoo-hoo, Marc? I know you are peeking in here like a pekinese,

This is a neat sing along about being on a sinking boat in the middle of a storm, searching for lifeboats.

The captain starts singing about how much he would rather be in Peoria than on a sinking ship in a storm,

which says a lot about the less than desirable town.