Miami Crack Cops On Parade

[Reid2]

Hello to Father Davis, Pastor of Church of the Little Flower, thank you sir.
You are a balm and a kindness to offer to have a social group look into this.

Sir? IF you look back to the previous page (pardon the digressions),
you will see a little video "gift" of a single, little flower (Church of The Little Flower),
which I offered to you...in video made years before any of this happened.

And on page seventeen, or sixteen...is a synopsis of the cop travails.
Father? I was beaten to die by an odious cop. Another one then promised me hell to come,
"never an even break!"

Thanking your predecessors, too...in memory, of 1965/66,
for letting the child-Reid run his toy go-kart
on the athletic field and on the courts at the School on Saturdays,

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Reid Welch[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]305 999 7522[/COLOR]
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=127810879801&set=t.100002168271147&type=1

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

Father? Please see, the reference to your Church on the previous page, too?
Pardon, please the seeming-ramble? I pass the time by baiting my cop tormentors
and the pols, and such who aid them. All of the purported facts are just that, and not fantasy.
I wrote this, though, and the dialog is re-invented from long ago. Note the location?
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]It's very odd, all these co-incidences, and your name, Father, is that of a former dear friend,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]of course, it is a name almost like Smith. Smiths forge good things too.[/COLOR]

Oh....from page thirteen of this thread, recalled, copy and paste,
we were at the Indian mounds...archeology for a father and this boy,


"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."
__________________________________________________________
Dearest Father? I wrote that poem in green, months ago, in a fit of "remembrance".
I had to put it down to print. It did happen, the "dig" my daddy took me to, just we two,
no one else was on the desolate scene. Construction equipment loomed. He had permission,
and no-one else cared. Dig we must, Father.

This is my gift of love to you all. I am giving my life to help stop bad cop work and political corruption.
I am not much and will soon be nothing at all but a forgotten memory, I think...

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

Reviewer: Logical -

- 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.

Their elder son of two sons, my uncle Paul, was in Europe at that moment. Letters did not get to Paul jr.

As late as the first week of July, '45, Paul wrote to his folks back home, "Mom, Dad, I'm coming home in August! I can hardly wait. It'll be so great to see you all again."
(He didn't know his dad was dead)

FIFTY NINE YEARS later, a call came to me from the current owners of that home that PB built,

"Reid, we had workmen here last month. They removed a faulty plaster section in the master bathroom. Something fell to the floor from the attic crawl space above."

Paul Welch Jr. had returned home from France in August.
He lived at home for year or so, taking care of his widowed mother (Pearson's cousin). Paul came home with the usual war booty souvenirs: a Lugar pistol, maps, etc.

How that Nazi SS knife ended on the floor of the bathroom, almost fifty nine years after Paul had hidden it? Why did Paul bury the dagger into the vermiculite up there?

I can guess, because I knew my grandmother's personality. She'd had enough horror. I just bet that Fern saw that dagger and demanded to son Paul,
"NOT in my house. No, you get rid of that dreadful thing right now."

And I posit that Paul put the dagger into that hiding place then and there,and forgot about it.

Paul died about the year 2000.

On May 6th, 2004, Beryl Fournier rang my home phone:

"...Reid, we think you should have it to give to your Uncle Paul."

"He's dead now."

"Well, then it should be with you. Can you come over?"

I visited my boyhood home again for the first time in decades. I came home with this thing I'll show you in the next form.

And so I close this posting, it was no review.
But, instead, another incredible confluence of dates, chance, history, kindness and rememberance
of the dead, of those (Pearson, our country's men, women, the people of the world who died in the struggle, the Allied nation's sacrifices;

for me, it all boils down to kinship with a symbolic knife that somehow has come to my possession,
I know not why, I am not at all spiritual.
I accept wonderful confluences of chance for what they are: rare mediums reinforcing a message.

The knife Fern Wolfe Welch would not have in her home:

http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/9244/screenshot214lk3.jpg

Reid also grew up at 1034 Almeria...and has those relics pictured above in safe keep today, available for view.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Everyone should feel free to disregard me or religion, and worship, or not, exactly how and when, they like.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Life was not created to pray to Allah or God, etc. Every life is, is its own font, its own deity, and therefore, an ordained destiny.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]I love you all so much I will have to die from you soon...from the joy of being here, so much to bear.[/COLOR]


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

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]PPS: Dearest Father Davis? My late, best elder buddy, Ray Busse, of 3921 Hardie,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]was born on May 23, 1914. I was born on May 22, 1954. Both birthdays were Saturdays.
Today is a Saturday, and like you, I am "working". We are Saturdays' Children, preparing for our Sundays.[/COLOR]



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monday%27s_Child#Lyrics

Common modern versions include:
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.[1

_____________________________________


PPPS to FBI and other defective detectives: I do not know how I do that stuff.
A few minutes after quitting the propane inhalation (it alters the brain's pathways),
the "visionary" stuff is gone. However, upon =review= of the data I put down in blue,

I see that it is all quite true. I cannot "prove" the theistic stuff.
I can prove the story of the dagger that fell from the ceiling, and figuratively, into my hands;
I have it right here. And you all can hear my cousin's broadcast...and you can see my old parody
of the famed film...and none of the hundreds of "confluences" or "co-incidences" I cite as fact,
are anything less than hard fact.

This and much more is hard fact: my first cousin did co-star in the film,
and I am a former world-class theremin "expert", and this famed film
happens to be filled with theremin sound effects, and I did not know of this film
until AFTER I became engrossed with historic theremins...

Reid/I made this social parody years ago, in protest of a banning from Vimeo,


The real movie, a segment; my first cousin is seen on the TV in this scene,


FACT too, my paternal grandfather "died of a sudden heart attack" at two PM,
on Sunday, May 6th, 1945...which would have been the hour when his wife's first cousin,
Drew Pearson, radio and print journalist to the USA, was preparing an epochal broadcast,
which doubted, in its way, news of ******'s death, "Personally, I won't believe until a body is found..."

P.B. Welch and ****** were both born in 1889.
P.B. Welch, my g'father, died seven days after ******.

Where ****** was hell, on the other hand,
my grandfather was the essence of portable cool,
http://www.google.com/patents?id=CMBgAAAAEBAJ&printsec=drawing&zoom=4#v=onepage&q&f=false


****** and P.B. Welch, MD, were polar opposites and exact contemporaries.

Myself, here at home, January of 1998,
just as my life was beginning to crash in fact,

I am forty three here,


Parody is a mirror of distorted reality.
I did indeed meet the composer of this song,
I was his piano tuner. We chatted for an afternoon, about...1981.





Sweethearts who read this far, I love you. I am, indeed, the figurative Truth.

True it is, that I gave my favorite Lamp, unto Highear Cycling (biblical talk is fun, even when true).

The Lamp can be seen by anyone who visits Highgear Cycling. Please buy a bike while there?

Please bicycle more and car less if you care, more?

I gave my lamp, looking for an honest man. I found a number of you at Highgear Cycling.

I gave my solid glass fishbowl, representation of the security of Earth, to The Home Depot, on loan,

that the workers there could see that I will keep them safe on this Day The Earth Stood Still,



Now, it moves again, and most of humanity had no idea that it could be stopped at any moment.
But, I shall never harm any of my dear ones. I merely stand here, in witness, and beg of you to be as gods.


Reidy

 

[Reid2]

Not many creatures stand in reply and stare at the sun.
Not many could and not go blind. Now be off with you.
Go fertilize yourselves and plow your earth. Make good?

http://ancienthistory.about.com/cs/grecoromanmyth1/p/Apollo.htm
There were 2 main sites to honor him:

1. Delphi site of the famous oracle and
2. Delos, his birthplace.

Occupation God

• Gods and Goddesses Index

Roman Equivalent: Apollo
Unlike most of the Olympian gods, there was no special Latin variant of his name, so the Romans also called him Apollo.
Phoebus Apollo
Sometimes the Romans referred to him as Phoebus, either alone or combined, as in Phoebus Apollo.
Sol
As sun god, he was also called by the Latin word for sun, Sol.
Apollo's Attributes, Animals, and Powers: Apollo is depicted as a beardless young man (ephebe). His attributes are the tripod, omphalos, lyre, bow and arrows,
[SIZE= 10px]laurel, hawk, raven or crow, swan, fawn, roe, snake, mouse, grasshopper, and griffin.[/SIZE]
Although often associated with the sun, Apollo was not originally a sun god.
[SIZE= 10px]In Homer, he is god of prophecy and plagues. He is also a warrior in the Trojan War. [Gods in the Iliad [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]shows which side the gods favored.] Elsewhere Apollo is also a god of healing and the arts --[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]especially music (Apollo taught Orpheus to play the lyre) -- archery, agriculture . [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]His arrows could send plague, as happens in the Iliad Book I.[/SIZE]



http://marvel.wikia.com/Phoebus_Apollo_%28Earth-616%29
(that is a whimsy created by others. Q: what is my "strength class"? A: "75")

Reidy
phone,
305 999 7522


((used to be able to do one-arm pull ups, either arm, at will, but like all humans, now I am aged))

A tripod out of doors, and in, a cat who poses in the sun, its eyes a slit, to guage,
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/61593/
=PHOTO REJLANDER= R_Reid_Welch
O. G. Rejlander never wrote
1 a poem without the agency
2 of light and silvered paper.
3
Here we find a carbon print
4 made as if by Oscar Gustav
5 "Speaking of my good friend
6
Lewis (that we are) alike in our
7 wishing poses on young girls
8 delicately—chastely.
9
I translate from life as I do best;
10
and if your pupils narrow, good
18
—sufficient Sol to make a poem
19 better yet than Lewis could.
20 And Carroll does his best to cheer
21
a penny for the muse, m'am?

http://www.stanford.edu/~njenkins/archives/2007/07/surprise.html
This is "surprise" as illustrated in Darwin's The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals (1872),
an image given to Darwin for his book by the great Victorian photographer O. G. Rejlander,

 

[Reid2]

• HELLO again to FATTY CHIEF MIGUEL EXPOSITO OF MIAMI POLICE DEPARTMENT. SIR!
  It is now Saturday night, late, and ANOTHER DAY has been wasted, in wait for a call-back
  from you that has never come. YOU ARE A THUG PROTECTOR,
  you fat COD-PIECE for groins I will KICK again.
  
  ampdavolts 49 seconds ago
  
• 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.
  
  ampdavolts 22 hours ago
  
• I am Reid Welch, a cop beating survivor. This is part of a civil protest against thug cops and
  a killer cop protected by an incompetent, crooked police chief. Coral Gables Police also participates in this cover-up.
  Pardon the crappy Windows Sound Recorder quality. At least it "works", unlike Chief Exposito...
  
  ampdavolts 1 day ago
  ___________________________________
  
  While we wait for Miguel Piggy Exposito to fail, again, to call Reid, or even get one of is tough-pigs to phone Reid,
  let's look at one of Oscar Rejlander's photographs again? It is one of the finest character studies of all time,
  
  
  
  =I suppose that this is from about 1860.
  =every element of the photograph is perfect.
  =He had no artificial lighting, no fancy equipment, no light meter, no shutter but a lens cap.
  =He had no running water for his darkroom. He had fewer and fewer patrons of his art.
  =Eventually, Oscar faded away into the light.
  
  The crank handle of the street piano (it is not a "monkey organ") is a brass casting,
  laboriously hand finished by file and glass paper and polish, into the form of
  a musical symbol, the "G" clef.
  
  The lad is in well-worn, clean clothes, and offers us a ray of love from long ago.
  
  
  The front of the lad is a cravat of gathered silk.
  The front of the street piano is a panel of gathered, crimson silk.
  
  nearly the last place in the world these were made today, is Spain,
  
  ...the light is fading. Where
  27
  irises dilate as wide
  28 as baby oysters opened
  29 yet uneaten."
  30
  
  ________________________________
  
  Hello to dear good cop, Aguilar, manning South Station's phone.
  Thank you for promising to relay my message to Chief PigBuckles Exposito.
  
  SIR, I have been calling your South Station on average, about a DOZEN TIMES PER DAY,
  because YOU, Exposito (does not expose much) are too COWARDLY to deal with a cop beating survivor.
  
  You worm, Exposito, you fat little grub trying to weasel into the leaf litter to hide.
  
  I AM "CROW", and I eat little fat worms, Exposito,
  
  
  Reid, the crow, the tuner, the journalist, the theist, the sailor,
  305 999 7522
  
  
  Hello to Officer Arias of South Station. You have a starry name too.
  I served aboard USS ORION. Aries is also the ram, the fearless protector.
  
  Arias is also the name of a young Cycle Forums member,
  whose father happens to be a respected and important City of Miami
  official's aide.
  
  Reuben Arias of Miami, you have a role to play here, sir.
  I have met your son here, via Cycling Forums.
  You both have roles to play now, so clearly,
  and with the bravery of real men,
  like you, too, Officer Arias,
  South Station, MPD,
  ((whimsy now))
  
  My uncle is an aries and of course he always wants to be the manager of a store and got his wish.
  
  Aquarius01271992 3 months ago
  
• Aries, Tough shell, with a deep core of vulnerability, and very soft when you crack the shell open.
  Ambitious, sorry, but we are, but we are kind, humble and friendly.
  Self Control, don't misunderstand, and of what is ours.
  "Climb the mountain," and "have to be first," well yes, someone has to be a pioneer,
  better us than some rebel without a cause.
  We are explorers, have a streak of being a free spirit,
  and a bit daring. We are caring, love those close to us, and defenders and protectors.
  
  Ric419 6 months ago
  
• iam a gemini & my friend is a aries she is a really good friend )
  
  Harrystylesloveu 8 months ago
  
  Love to Kiko of this forum, and to Officer Arias at South Station,
  
  Reidy, a gemini
  
  Listen to me, lady below? I have thought about this COP PERSECUTION thing
  ever since my CROWN FELL OFF in a BLAM from G Linares, MAM.
  
  
  Beautiful lady you are right after all. For anyone to "seduce" me, he needs
  to use all his intellectual powers as a writer or wit, for example, grins,
  
  
  
  Chief Exposito? Let's discuss your end over dinner, at a reading by Officers at South Station,
  after you have swallowed a double mouthful of real men who are sick of thug cop work?
  Would you like salt added to your cream? We aim to please you, Chief Pig In A Box.
  
  Reidy
  
  
  "Apollo is depicted as a beardless young man (ephebe). His attributes are the tripod, lyre,
  [SIZE= 10px]bow and arrows, [/SIZE]laurel, hawk, raven or crow..."
  =:crow beak speaks to the question:= R_Reid_Welch
  "How can you know I am unhappy?"
  1
  
  crow caws
  2
  you are hu man
  3
  you are not happy free
  4
  flying cannot for man be
  5
  nor for the worms
  6
  the french call vers
  7
  of which
  8
  eat i and re crop reg u
  9
  lar ly
  10
  caws
  11
  man can only wing a bird
  12 not by flight but
  13 only shot
  14
  so i have heard
  15
  have felt not that sting
  16
  am yet myself
  17
  and so flies crow
  18 and swift and why
  19
  for just
  20 caws
  21
  and for plain caws
  22 crow es chews
  23
  all punc
  24 tu a tions
  25
  cept
  26
  for this ver
  27
  crow pikes with beak
  28
  
  
  
  
  
  10 Jan 06 [!]
  29

"ver" is French, for "worm".
Verse is a collection of verbal worms,
they scriggle in unruly, antithetical, lines.
"Apollo is depicted as a beardless young man (ephebe). His attributes are the tripod, lyre,
bow and arrows, laurel, hawk, raven or crow..."

"Definition: Tripod comes from Greek words meaning "3"+"feet" and refers to a three-legged structure.
The best known tripod is the stool at Delphi on which the Pythia sat to produce her oracles.
This was sacred to Apollo and was a bone of contention in Greek mythology between Hercules and Apollo.
In Homer, tripods are given as gifts and are like 3-footed cauldrons, sometimes made of gold and for the gods."
A Tripod Shot, First Trial From a New, Fluid Head Tripod,

Chief Weiner, Chief Exposito, you must deal with Reid, first off.
You must talk to me, Miguel Exposito, and get Linares' confession.
You must train your male cops to never bully or beat civilians again.
Weiner? You have, or had, an odiously evil, FAT ASS pig in your ranks.

Cops around the world, this all goes for you, too> STOP YOUR THUG COPS.

Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillary_Rodham_Clinton
We met, for a moment, at a book signing of yours, about 2003,
held at Books and Books, Aragon Avenue, Coral Gables,
in the former medical clinic, built by my paternal grandfather,
Paul Brown Welch, MD. "Oh, that's interesting, my father
was a physician, too."






______________________________________

It is now Sunday, 12:12 AM, July 24, 2011.

I just spoke to an (unidentified) male Officer at,
By Mail: Miami Police Department
400 NW 2nd Avenue
Miami, Florida 33128

Post Office Box 016777, Miami, Florida 33101

By Phone: (305) 603-6640

by phone.

Hello, sir? Thank you for taking my frustrating call.

"You need to address your concerns, really, to Internal Affairs of MPD."

I have done that, to zero result, other than to have then been beaten to die,
but I did not die. [COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Please PAGE PigFatty Exposito. Tell him that REID CALLED.[/COLOR]

Love to the true men at South Station, and throughout MPD, instead,
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]real men and women, THEY TAKE MY CALLS, calls most-intended for:[/COLOR]

Piggy-Boy Exposito[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)], just WHERE were you last night, [/COLOR]butt-bud[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]?[/COLOR]

The works >inside< of The Victor Talking Machine heard above,

I am about to leave a scatological message on your recorder,
you asshole Chief thug and killer protector, you SCUMBAG
tool of organized crime, you filthy **** EATING insult
to all of humanity. YOU DESPOT and TRAITOR to all
of God/Allah's/creation's sentient creatures.

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]EXPOSITO, CALL REID NOW, [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]OR JUST STAY HOME AND [/COLOR]
[SIZE= 20px][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]LET A MAN HAVE YOUR JOB[/COLOR][/SIZE].


(Robert) Reid Welch,
at home,
305 999 7522
_______________


When I was young, Chiefs, I made only two guys "bleed", in fisticuffs.
Hundreds of other men, at least three hundred, I took to bed instead.

I do not have HIV. I do not cause deaths. I am truth and light,

and, well, here we are, Chiefs, Commissioner Sarnoff, Judge Leban, Bloom,

Reidy
_____________________________________

Pig Riddles to pass the time, waiting for Chief Exposito's call, or a call from IA, or ANYONE official,

=Why does Reid now nickname him, "PigBuckles Exposito"?
Ans: he is always ready to duck and cover when called for,
his wobbly legs, his moist and capacious, greasy mouth....
__________________________________________________
Capone hated cowards, too. HERE I AM, FATTY, do you understand?

CAPISCHE? CALL REID, FAT ASS EXPOSITO, or STAY HOME ALONE

 

[Reid2]

Chief duckbuddy Exposito, I know that my dead silent phone works,

because, yesterday about noontime, it rang with a call from Father Michael Davis,
Pastor in chief of The Church of The Little Flower in Coral Gables.

I grew up two blocks from that church, you cowardly pig, Exposito.



CHIEF? I kiss you, but you do not become a prince, you toad,


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]People are looking out for me, both locally, and all over the world.
I cannot be harmed again by thug cops or pols.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]These are internet friends in Czechoslovakia[/COLOR],
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Hello, to genius Matthew and to your artist peers, [/COLOR]

quote,
From Czechoslovakia, 07/19/11,


Quote:
MattMurdockCZ
"Věc:Thank you for the wonderful video of Two to Two...invaluable"
You are welcome. I'm glad you're fighting against the police -
I don't like the USA police. They're too brutal, agressive and omnipotent.
I saw some amateur videos of people got beaten by cops and I was stunned.
I've never seen such anger in here. The US police really should be reformed!!!


GOOD LUCK!
Sent to: ampdavolts

Matthew? Please tell your pals, that your "Charlie, My Boy" is one of the most charming videos on YouTube, ever.

It's of such insightful, creative artistry, recreative, yet, original. Kudos to you all.

Reid (ampdavolts)
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]__________________________________[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]My phone works, readers. I do not hate any of you. Am lonely at times,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]am awake all hours, with occasional naps. Call me to chat, if you will?
I will not yell at any caller. You can help a broken spirit heal with your voice,[/COLOR]


[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]305 999 7522[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Reid[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]((call at any hour, if I am here, I will pick up))[/COLOR]


MattMurdockCZ
Dear Matthew and friends, you are saviors to me in Miami ((link)) A posting just about you and your magic talents,

thank you so much...you are so wonderful, all of you.

Love from Miami, from Reidy

1:36 The Cinema Organ (1931)
Bobby Pagan
Sent to: mattmurdockcz

 

[Reid2]

Matthew and musicians in Czechoslovakia, you are so wonderful,
and if there be a God, he bows for you, in awe of your magic powers of love,


people should play that over and again, it is a wonderful song,
a wonderful, good group of artists, a wonderful era,
and it shows the way to happiness and love.

BEAT ME, DADDY? EIGHT TO THE BAR ((G. LINARES AND other THUGS and CHIEFS))

PS to Matthew and friends, your work, it is a play for the mind,
it is all a gift from you, to mankind, and it is no beating, but only to heal our hearts.

reidy

 

[Reid2]

It is Sunday and I am here taking calls... 305 999 7522
your thoughts help so much. The phone has yet to ring. Only Father Davis
has called, yesterday...the phone here is silent.

Perhaps no one has the bravery to call me to chat? I won't be mean to you.

I can explain how a boy could reject his own mother, the monster.

Later, she reformed, and was contrite, "Reid, I was a horrible mother.

Can you ever forgive me?" Guilt made me say "yes". I lied.

I AM A COP BEATING SURVIVOR.
CALL TO LEARN THE DETAILS.

=Was never cuddled or breast fed as an infant.
=Was a "thing" to be manipulated and formed into her ideal of a man.
=Would not do it her way.

((isn't psychology fun, when it fails))

She whipped me with a belt more times than I can stand to count.
She's dead now, and secrets no longer hold with me.

CHIEF? CALL REID. LINARES? I WANT YOUR EAR, and more.

Now I am about to do a factual recounting,
using propane inhalant as a memory or insight, agent,
the blue font is a sure tip-off that I'm using propane when writing:

It is July, 1927 and two men who never met, but were both born in 1889,
are about to become fathers, each for the second time, each, the father of

another baby of the same sex as that infant's older, sole sibling;
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]it is like a two sided mirror with distortions in the glasses. [/COLOR]

Mary Elizabeth Brinkman is born on July 2. Gordon Kennedy Welch
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)](Judge) is born on July 27th of the same year.[/COLOR]

They won't meet, not for some twenty years to come.
They fall in love at Duke, and marry in October of 1950 after graduation.

It was a union that instantly soured into wishes for secession.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Judge was such a cute and popular boy at his high school.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Mary, "Brinkie", was the same, "perky". Both earned their classmates[/COLOR]'

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]"cutest couple" yearbook awards. They were yet to meet.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Judge has one brother, Paul.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Brinkie has one sister, Ann.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Both siblings were born in 1924.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Robert Reid Welch's parents were born in July 1927.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Add "'27" and "27" and you get, "54".[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Reid, second of three children, was born in 1954. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]He was not wanted and was not hated.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Brinkie and Judge had two boys and one girl.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Paul and Ann, the unrelated siblings of Reid's parents,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]also, both, had two boys and one girl.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Reid had two sets of first cousins, therefore,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]of exact similarity in sex, to his own siblings,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]two boys and one girl,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]two boys and one girl,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]two boys and one girl,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]two marriages worked,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]one marriage failed, but was not quit, timely, [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]as it should have been, after the mainspring failed.[/COLOR]


I see that the movie poster has a rhyme for a legend,
"where were you in '62?". Well, none of us chooses our age...
...I was here, in Miami, at home, waiting for a toy to arrive by mail,


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Graffiti
starred Ronnie Howard.

Q: When was Ron Howard born? When was Reid Welch born
(we never met and are personality opposites in key ways to life)

Ron determined to be a success to please his parents.
Reid determined to be a failure to frustrate his mother.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Reid's earliest key memory is in the kitchen of the rental home on Concord Avenue in Orlando.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Reid, unattended, decided to investigate the pantry cupboard for canned vegetables and soup.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]A crawler, not even a toddler, baby Reid is happy that the canned goods cupboard is under the kitchen sink.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Left alone for a spell, Reid bee-lines for that cupboard. He is going to grow a garden of delights.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]The dozen or more cans, all have paper labels lightly glued on at their overlapping seams.
Reid finds that a baby fingernail catches the sheet, and with a downward tear, the wrapper is off the can.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]A garden of virtual vegetables results, all on paper, a plan to germinate,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Peas, Corn, Hominy, Lima Beans, Tomato Soup, colors and pictures,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]all good on paper for an infant farmer.
Then she comes into the scene.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Denuded cans, now mystery containers to Brinkie:[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]"What have you done!" I was shaken, scolded, slapped till I cried and hated her.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]I was not more than eighteen months.
I had already had enough.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]It seems a shame;[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]she was such a pretty mother.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]It seems a shame;[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]she was such a pretty monster.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Of course, she was not really a monster,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]but, you just try to convince a little boy [/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]under a flailing, man's belt,[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)] wailed on by his mother,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]you just try to disabuse that boy, ever, of his memories.[/COLOR]

 

[Reid2]

.

 

[Reid2]

Good morning, dear Father Davis of the Church...

...it is so much more important that you take care of your flock.

I only represent the future of humanity. I tease, gently, for you are torn,

and, sir, I love you, for I could sense and taste the torn torture in your words.



Father Davis, the tear, it does taste of blood, like the blood of a tongue
which we sometimes nip ourselves between shocked, ivory teeth.

Father, Reid was privileged to glimpse Pope John Paul, in person, in his window outcrop,
from Vatican Square's pavements, in the mix of witnesses, one Sunday, many years ago, pilgrim of life.

((double click on the player to go to the site, and then select "full screen", please,
and also, see the other nine segments, if you like, soldiers and sailors of this revolution)))

Currently, there are 2159 Active Users (27 Members and 2132 Guests) Make me Inactive (hidden)
Captain Smith, the tear, it does taste of blood, like the blood of a tongue
which we sometimes nip ourselves between shocked, ivory teeth.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Gentle ships adrift or underway, I always say, there is room for plenty of barks[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]on the seas of our lives, in the oceans of the world, of the globes in the universe.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]It is ironic, that we infants, who were expelled from the salted waters,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]most-fear an unplanned return, sans lifeline, to our mother.[/COLOR]

_____________________________________

All religions and non-religions may be preserved and honored.
What must stop, is public corruption by officials, and police cruelty, and so forth.

Individual humans will always err and fail, and are to be cared for and forgiven as possible.
What is unforgivable, is unmitigated collusion of humans who hold power over others: organized crime.

That, is unforgivable while it is recalcitrant. IF a collusionist quits that sin, and repents, she/he is forgiven.
The others, if they fail to quit mulcting the public, are detriments to humanity, and should be stopped, peaceably.

Quite evidently, people, you may NOT dictate sexual preferences to humanity. You may , though, restrict yourselves
from ruination of your children, and defilement of...((grin)) puppies, foals, baby whales and your mothers, and minotaurs.

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Chief Exposito of Miami Police Department? There is yet another "commandment",[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]one that I would personally like to mull over with you, by phone, when you become a man.[/COLOR]


Reid, looking now for a nice video for a bit of stress relief,
need more potassium in your diets? 305 999 7522,



Forty years ago, my classmate, Cindy Smith, my girl friend who was my good buddy,
made a cartoon illustration of Belle Baker's song above. "Yesterday somebody kept asking me,
'Say, what's a fruit that fabled and starts with "P"?' I gave it up and I asked him to tell. When he said,
'pananas' I just had to yell!"
_______________________________________

When we look at all the creatures on this earth,
only humans fail to behave properly-enough,
and risk the lives of all of life, and so, you
of humanity, must constantly reflect, and
not refract, conflict, against your fellow
life forms, all of whom, are peers.
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]We all eat each other. We must[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]strive to be kind at mealtimes.[/COLOR]



Does a plant pray?

Does an insect play?

They do turn only to the sun.






Mr. President? Shouldn't you remain safe at home?

"I am [COLOR= rgb(105, 105, 105)]Our[/COLOR] going [COLOR= rgb(105, 105, 105)]American[/COLOR] [COLOR= rgb(105, 105, 105)]Cousin[/COLOR] to see the play".

[SIZE= 14px]A year and a month and a week and a day later,[/SIZE]

http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/61359/

Booth Wrote To His Dead

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assassination_of_Abraham_Lincoln

The assassination of United States President Abraham Lincoln

took place on Good Friday,[1] April 14, 1865

The journal entry by Booth's brother is an historical fiction penned by Reid.
It is fact, though, that Edwin Booth was the most adored actor in America,
even though his insane, actor-brother murdered the nation's Savior.

It is a fact that Edwin Booth retired from life for a year,
and returned to acting, in New York City, in 1866,
at which time, Professor Lowe offered, briefly,
to the general public, for ten dollars gold,
chances for us to talk to God.

 

[Reid2]

Please read the above.

Reid is here for questioning.

305 999 7522

Will talk to anyone by phone.

Call for a time to remember.


Folks, this is Reid Welch writing, locked out of his ReidOphone account.
Please type for Youtube search, MIAMI CRACK COPS and then click ot the "show more" hyperlink,
and read page eighteen, at least? I AM A COP BEATING SURVIVOR, and want to stop thug cops and pols.
The USA is a police state, and that is not right.

ampdavolts 1 second ago
_____________________________________

What you do, is you serve as a silent witness. You spread the word about this thread.
You tell cops, any of them you meet, that "I am a friend of Reid's".

You FAIL to keep quiet about horrors you have heard.
Cops, the bad ones, always SHRINK away from the light.

The idea is to REFORM bad cops and allow good cops to police their own.
Plus, Reid wants some MOOLAH, so that he can set up a charitable foundation,
to help other victims less vocal or able to self-defend, than himself.

YOU THUG COPS, call Reid for a nice chat? I HAVE YOUR NUMBERS....

Reidy

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

4:30 PM EST on Sunday in Miami,

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Hello to sweet female Officer B. at South Station, you are on the phone desk today.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]I have missed talking to you. I love you, sweetheart. I wish I were young, single,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]and I wish I could be your baby.[/COLOR]

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

Baby dear, Officer B. of South station? I thank you again for letting me pretend to be your lover.
I cannot really be a lover to anyone, but I am very close to Russ Columbo. Let him sing for you, for me, now?
For Officer B., a perfect woman police officer, from Russ/Reid,

I love you, dear heart,


reidy[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]/rudy[/COLOR]


retarded detectives, are you mens ?

WHO traveled to Rio to work on grand pianos and see the sights?

AND FROM WHERE did I depart for that trip? A?


WASH. DC.

 

[Reid2]

THE UNMITIGATED GALL OF PIGS AND THUGS....

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Tomorrow I will be calling all offices of various officials.[/COLOR]

Dade County is culpable too, for they run the execrable "Pre-Trial" detention.

And Dade County employs two judges whom I know are enablers of the thugs,

one of whom, Beth Bloom, even unfairly prosecuted me, despite conflicts of interests made clear later on.

I was so obviously, physically ill, barely able to stand, much less speak, and Bloom relentlessly hammered me.

GARBAGE TRUCK DAY? Do you remember that, Judge Bloom?

you thugs....


[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Miami Dade County pigs, you run the INTAKE FACILITY for all arrested persons in Miami Dade County,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]you RUN and CONDONE and KEEP, this ****, you filthy ****wads,[/COLOR]

http://freewrights.freeforums.org/the-horrors-of-the-ninth-floor-and-more-t2036.html

I went by the Kwik Stop not an hour ago. It was about a quarter to six. A Miami Police death cruiser
was parked in the nearly empty lot of the Kwik Stop, engine running, windows closed, no cop in the car.

He was in the Kwik Stop for the FREE COFFEE, for I loitered in the lot for fully five minutes, telling
a pair of Anglo young men about the **** COPS we have THUGGING people for their STASHES and CASH,
and to see a hint of the evidence on YouTube, but then click and come to THIS PAGE and see
the NAKED TRUTH of the FAT GREASY BEANER who coddles our CRACK COPS.


[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Listen up, you COWARD FATBAG of SWEAT SOAKED SUPPORTERS, EXPOSITO,[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]CALL REID TONIGHT> DO IT. I AM RIGHT HERE [/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]AND THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOUR REPLY.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]305 999 7522[/COLOR]

[SIZE= 20px][COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]----------------[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE= 20px]=urgent message to call REID, left with Officer B. of South Station,[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 20px]who promises to relay the messsage through our Miami Police Department's[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 20px]CRACK COMMUNICATION SYSTEM.[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 20px]=now calling the general cop number, to give the same request,[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 20px]and let them tell miguel to look at THIS posting, and the whole damn page.[/SIZE]


_________________________________
Thank you, good Officer Sosa, of the general station number,

Contact the Miami Police Department

By Mail: Miami Police Department
400 NW 2nd Avenue
Miami, Florida 33128

Post Office Box 016777, Miami, Florida 33101

By Phone: (305) 603-6640 http://www.miami-police.org/contact.html

Thank you, Sosa, for taking Welch's call and promising to relay word to Chief Pigfatty,
to look at this entire page, and RESPOND TO REID BY PHONE, as I am RIGHT HERE,

and DO NOT SEND PIGS TO MY RESIDENCE. I am no danger to any PIG,

but will FRY YOUR FIGURATIVE SOUL, EXPOSITO, if you fail to BE A MAN instead of a lousy mouse.


Reid
305 999 7522


Chiefs and cops...this is gentle whimsy from 1929.
I do not, in reality, have much whimsy left in me for THUGS.

Note the three headed dog, CERBERUS, a "tripod" sort of creature.
IT IS A GUARDIAN OF HELL, and so am I....



This is a GIFT for the PIG in the LOT of the KWIK STOP at about a quarter to seven,

THE UNMITIGATED GALL, three months later, and YOU PIGS still hang out here,

Ass-wipe TOOL of THUGS, ****** Dade County Judge Mark King Leban,
my old POT SMOKING dinner-cooking HOS, of decades ago.

How is your former lover, Danny Wolf, these days?

Is is off of the meth, now?

This is REID, Mark. I am a COP BEATING SURVIVOR.

SUGGEST YOU GIVE ME A RING, and LET'S CHEW THE FAT,

for old time's sake, mark...

305 999 7522

"Hello, Sandy, aide of Judge Mark King Leban. I am am sorry to report
that your boss is a tool of criminal elements. You seem like a nice person.
So did Mark, at one time. He is a crook and a tool of thugs and worse.

And he could not cook for ****, and neither could his lover, Danny.
[SIZE= 12px]____________________[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 12px]=A Little Bit About Danny, a Partial Recall Aided by Propane Inhalation=[/SIZE]

-I cannot recall much of good import.

-I will put a few snips of fragmented, but true, memory, here, later.

JUDGE MARK KING LEBAN, sir? ARE YOU FREE?

Reid"

for Officer B. at South Station, the clip above...comments include,

• Call me a pig, but I had to say it- Miss Belfridge is hot as hell.
  
  SIMPFANN 4 years ago 12
  
  
  
• XD not the first who have thought that, I'm afraid.
  
  nicman911 4 years ago 6
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Reid2]

It is the same everywhere: cops and pols are entitled CROOKS,
who, because they have the power to abuse, abuse their power.

I met tonight, yet another witness. His brother is a Miami Dade County cop.

I know this witness from other chance meetings, and told him about these videos,


I will now paraphrase from twenty minute-old memory,
some of what my new friend says, in green font,
"I saw your Miami Crack Cops video on youtube, the number 9. It was good.
My brother is a cop with the County, he's a pretty good guy, but all of them
can be assholes..."
And, folks, you think that the USA is a democracy? No, it is, truly, run by crooks.
We don't hear much about "organized crime" anymore, not much about "mafia",
because, quite evidently the "mob" is fully integrated into the power structures of the USA.

In my cases, just to remind of one example again,
=Fact: I was arrested without due cause from my home, after having riled cops
by my prior complaints of obscene, attempted shake-downs.
=Fact: I was tortured in Linares squad car, then sealed-in and left to die.
=Fact: I kicked out a side rear window so I could breathe. I shouted for help.
=Fact: Linares rushed back to his car, yanked open the right rear door, and beat my head,
and then pressed his thumbs to my neck to make me black out and die. He ran out of time,
a fellow cop, female Sargent C hobbled up and caused Linares to desist.

I was then hit with an additional charge of "destruction of city property",
for kicking out the cruiser window, and then, destroying the remaining window,
to ensure that Linares could not transport me to jail, someone else would
do that.

WELL, what do you think? ALL CHARGES WERE DROPPED.
Why? Because you =cannot torture and seal a man in shut-down cruiser,
and blame him for insisting to LIVE.

=These events above are incontrovertible fact.
=Q: why can't I get legal remedy for what was done to me?

BECAUSE THERE IS NO LAW IN THE USA THAT IS NOT "made to order"
to suit the PIGS who WILL devastate you, if you step on their PIG TOES.

and I am treated now, like a loser to be disregarded, for CHALLENGING
our mobsters in blue, and their buddies in their fine, silk suits and fancy offices.


Silence will not work any more, jerks in tight, blue togs.

"Hey, look, there's Welch over there, with a camera.
I wonder what the **** he thinks he's doing?"

Ans: The same thing I was doing almost two years ago now,
recording reality with a camera, to save lives from CRIME,

real, not faked, and I caused that robber to STOP and RUN away


>--------------> HERNANDEZ, manning the phone at MPD South Station at this time,
SIR, it is not nice to =blow me off= as you did.

"You can call and work through the usual channels...I am busy, but IF YOU NEED COPS THERE..."

Listen, blueboy[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)], I have tried to raise good through all the "usual channels", to no avail.[/COLOR]

I will call you again and ask you to SEE your name in print, here, for all of the world to laugh at.

1:13 PM EST, phone call again to Hernandez at South Station:
"Sir, I am not going to entertain your complaint. Call Internal Affairs. Thank you."

Hernandez? You are are a real pip, just like some other cops I know about, the Brush Off of a crumb-bum cop...

Catch a tiger by his toes? Where you end, God only knows....

HOW TO FIX A LEAK THE EASY WAY,

Hello, female Agent at FBI Miami,
305 944 9101, thank you for taking my call.
I know you are not authorized to speak to me.

Someone, this side of the rainbow, must be able to deal with me.
Is everyone alright? I keep spinning into your Lands of Oz, and catching flack,
grins,

I don't know why ever'body calls me "Honey", I just like that they do,


STANDING BY, peacefully, for a phone call from ANY cop or ANY official

or any member of the public from anywhere in the world.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]I am no harm to you. You are, potentially, the harm to us all.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Silence causes [/COLOR]deaths[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)].[/COLOR]


Reid Welch
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]305 999 7522[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Rudy and Reid were both left handed, [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]both had the same "sloe" eyes,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]and both owned super-rare RCA theremins.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO TALK ABOUT "predestination"?[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]I am not much, but by God, I am here, and I AM REAL [/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]AND IN YOUR FACES, COPS.[/COLOR]





Call me "Honey" if you like, just call me, you cowardly pig-thugs.

Reidy, at home,
305 999 7522

To help innocent witnesses understand, I am protected by THOUSANDS of silent witnesses.
The pigs cannot arrest me or kill me. THEY DON'T DARE NOW.
I am a survivor, by the way, of the 1980 Miami Race Riots.
MY PEOPLE KNOW, I AM A HOLY HELP TO STOP BAD COPS

For My Godson...age twelve...,

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Jamal, there are cowards and bad people who abuse the public trust.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]They are to be neutralized.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Cops? What's the matter? CAT GOT YOUR TONGUES?[/COLOR]

That was the only surviving example in the world. It is from 1905.
I made it work again. Ernie sacrificed it on ebay to help pay the bills here.
It netted less than one thousand dollars. I hope you pigs are happy for now.
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]Interested witnesses can see our former collection, fragments of it,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]pictured in my old friend, Eric Reiss' famed book,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]The Compleat Talking Machine (it has been in print for decades).[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]Look for pictures credited to the "Bennett/Welch" collection.
See my name in the book's credits. Eric and I are exactly the same age,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]one month apart.[/COLOR]

http://www.amazon.com/Compleat-Talking-Machine-Eric-Reiss/dp/1886606226

views 8,701

gone for four bills.

Faked fines, bails, and other charges have cost us tens of thousands, pigs.

"I hate to think what might have been if we had never met...",
PIGS, I made you ROOT into my life.[COLOR= rgb(238, 130, 238)] "WELCH, you've become a reeeeeeal problem.."[/COLOR]

YOU BET YOUR BAGGED-ASSES, MPD, et al...

/img/vbsmilies/smilies/nonono2.gif
"Here we are, you and I...."

 

[Reid2]

BECAUSE THERE IS NO LAW IN THE USA THAT IS NOT "made to order"
to suit the PIGS who WILL devastate you, if you step on their PIG TOES.

and I am treated now, like a loser to be disregarded, for CHALLENGING
our mobsters in blue, and their buddies in their fine, silk suits and fancy offices.

Books and Books of Coral Gables, is the Nation's premier, independent bookseller.

It is headquartered in a ca. 1928, historic building, saved from the wrecking ball by concerned citizens,
including Dean Colson, attorney at law, who is the older brother of my grade school classmate, Cathy Colson.

The original building was called "Coral Gables Clinic".
It was first built (the East wing, the half nearer to Ponce...) by my paternal grandfather,
P.B. Welch, who soon brought his best pal to Coral Gables,
from Chicago, Dr. Arthur Weiland, DO.

P.B. soon handed the Clinic over to Art, and went on to help
to co-found the UofM School of Medicine, invited by Dr. Bowman Ash,
and later, head the G.I. surgical department at Jackson Memorial Hospital.
He also served tenure as President of the Dade County Medical Association.

P.B. was an inventor in his spare time, and invented the concept of
the portable, window air conditioner
http://www.google.com/patents?id=CMBgAAAAEBAJ&printsec=description&zoom=4#v=onepage&q&f=false

P.B. sponsored the immigration to the USA of an Austrian, Jewish physician and family,
to save their lives from the Holocaust to come.

Point: I am not a schulmph or a liar. My paternal history has been largely erased,
and what remains, my depositions about THUG COPS, is disregarded.

Reid Welch
305 999 7522
Up All Night, Writing
(((WRITHING)))
so, give me a call, anytime...anyone?
http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson

Reviewer: Logical -

- 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.

Their elder son of two sons, my uncle Paul, was in Europe at that moment. Letters did not get to Paul jr.

As late as the first week of July, '45, Paul wrote to his folks back home, "Mom, Dad, I'm coming home in August! I can hardly wait. It'll be so great to see you all again."
(He didn't know his dad was dead)

FIFTY NINE YEARS later, a call came to me from the current owners of that home that PB built,

"Reid, we had workmen here last month. They removed a faulty plaster section in the master bathroom. Something fell to the floor from the attic crawl space above."

Paul Welch Jr. had returned home from France in August.
He lived at home for year or so, taking care of his widowed mother (Pearson's cousin). Paul came home with the usual war booty souvenirs: a Lugar pistol, maps, etc.

How that Nazi SS knife ended on the floor of the bathroom, almost fifty nine years after Paul had hidden it? Why did Paul bury the dagger into the vermiculite up there?

Art Weiland, DO, was a wonderful man, and set my broken, left-wrist at The Coral Gables Clinic, in 1960.
It was the first time I had ever had an operation. He put me out with ether. I remember Art's demeanor, it was paternal.

He and P.B. were best buddies till P.B. died. The last time I saw Art, was at his home, New Year's day, 1970.
He was about eighty years old, hale and vigorous. "Reid, your grandfather convinced me to come to Coral Gables
from Chicago. 'There's lots of business here, and the weather is grand'. And he came to Chicago to fetch me,
and we rode the train to Miami together. See my right hand knuckles? Flattened. We were playing poker on the train,
and were accused of cheating. I popped the guy good, but I have this reminder, for life," he laughed.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]My father, Judge, the eve before, at midnight, got drunk and fired blank pistol rounds into the Coral Gables sky.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]He never forgave himself for having run away to the Navy, a few weeks before his father suddenly died, his heart.[/COLOR]

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

http://s244.photobucket.com/albums/gg28/Reid_Welch/WRATH/

=Invoking Bobo= R_Reid_Welch
Invoke: to summon—as if to re-call the dead to life...
1
...role call:
2

About all I hold of yours, Bobo, is a Ponce de Leon yearbook,
3 1944, that summer time, when my dad and you
4 came a pair of first-rate liars, enlisting under-aged
5 to aid the cause—so alike, so many priors,
6 Bobo—son of Rath, the principal of that high-school.
7 You were an only child, and with your best friend, made a rule:
8 whatever one decided on, the other pal would also do.
9
My dad survived—in San Diego—while you crewed
10 an ambulance in Europe. My dad came home
11 to sire this son. You died in France in an overturn
12 in the body of a boy to be borne home.
13
My middle name is Reid. My friends all call me Reid.
14 It's for you, my first name's—Robert, nearly all I know
15 of you is here. I—never use your name myself.
16 But I will, just this one time
17 to restore life mem'ry to the man
18 who is not even yet eighteen.
19

Robert R. Welch for Robert Rath
20 **************************
21


Bobo adored P.B.
He wanted to heal, too.

Bobo never drew a drop of blood,
He was a Navy medic.

Bobo lays in twisted wreckage,
A trail of red runs down his cheek.




Dear Bobo, I promise, your next hoop shot will come via Reid,

 

[Reid2]

FBI Miami?

Have you any comment at all?

IF NOT, WHY NOT?

Reid, by the phone,
305 999 7522

(calling FBI Miami, again, now, for Take Home Service)
305 944 9101


"FBI Miami..."

(((I recited this posting to you, and ASK, when will I have an ANSWER?))

"click"


http://www.topix.com/forum/city/miami-fl/TQC67GLU75VRNT5B5
http://www.local10.com/politics/23089441/detail.html

"Today is the beginning of the end of the culture of corruption in the city of Miami. This is not another scandal. This is not another black eye for the city of Miami. This is something that we had to do. This is something that we promised the people of Miami, to look into the wrongdoing in all the departments of the city of Miami and to rectify those issues that were done wrong in the past," said Mayor Tomas Regalado.

Mayor Regalado? Please call me today? It is Monday, a fresh, new week,

Reid Welch,
at home,
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]305 999 7522[/COLOR]

 

[Reid2]

Mayor Regalado of Miami? If you yet harbor any doubts as to my veracity, sir,

http://www.cyclingforums.com/forum/thread/22/where-are-you-from-what-do-you-do/6630#post_4007862


Chief Exposito? Time To Retire?

 

[Reid2]

Mayor Regalado, sir? May I come to City Hall and make a short video interview of yourself, for YouTube?

I am a writer and journalist, and am not rude, not with people of your stature.

Many people find me to be kindly, and a public help for the good of us all,



Thank you, "we are going to get into the bottom bracket this morning,
and clean out the bearings..."

Nice tutorial for the Old school bottom bracket removal..
If you didnt make this I would have had to take this to my local bike shop
and have them pay for it... Thanks 5/5 starz

malchiah9090

• Very nice.  Thanks
  
  jpolukoff 1 week ago
  
• you helped me thanks so much
  
  trentbry1 2 weeks ago
  
• this might sound weird but i like your voice... its soothing and easy to understand...
  thanks for the tutorial!
  
  chaosgragon44 2 weeks ago
  
• Literally finished my bmx last night with help from this. Cheers dude
  
  rgsaxo 2 weeks ago
  
• Brilliant! Nice tutorial, thanks ever so much!
  
  haisaid 3 weeks ago
  
• THANKS!
  
  
  ek6dude 3 weeks ago
  
  55,244 views
  

Mayor? I cannot tell a lie. This is revealed to me when I do the propane inhalation,
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]that our meeting was intended. Rudy and I are both left handed, same eyes, and thereminists,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]and I was mentored, at eighteen, by Jose "Pepe", an escapee from Cuba. He taught me well,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]and treated me like his lost son. Mayor? Escucha?[/COLOR]

A round, white cake, going away to the Navy, September, 1972,
from Pepe and the Cubans at Opa Locka General Aviation Airport,

white icing, red letters,

Goo Look Ree



The stories I can tell now, they could send an old man back to the sea



Mayor? P.B. and Hemingway, they were friends.
My daddy and the two men were on a tiny boat, on the bay, one day...
...and he listened to them quietly talking of life's travails.

 

[Reid2]

Mayor, I will protect you. Never mind my gentle tease of the song,
you are a secure and perfectly straight leader. This is the hour to lead.

All of good Miami will keep you safe from any tarnish at all.
The thugs are absolutely without power, if you will but accept my hand.

I am good, and will not harm you, sir.

Marc Sarnoff? I have begged you for your aid, for two years now.
You have failed every test of integrity.
I am sorry for you, Marc. We were once the best of friends....

Chief Exposito? You have failed to lead.
You have "showboated", and glossed, and lied to us all.

Reid Welch
305 999 7522

_____________________________________
5:37 AM EST, call to FBI Miami,

"FBI Miami..."

Yes, this is Reid. I am at posting #276.
I think it would be a good idea for the FBI
to get involved in this matter.

"OK. Thank you." (((click)))

A REIDminder for my old pal, Marc Sarnoff, fail bread Commissioner,

Correction: it's not all paid for with drug money. We live largely off of tourists,
and blood drive funds. See the bloodmobile in Miami Crack Cops #9?



[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]this has been a Public Service Massage[/COLOR]
by Reid Welch,
DOB 05 22 1954
305 999 7522

for dear Natalie 'Alle' Allemang, born in 1893, who taught me the song of life,
to be a man and never fear the dark. You taught me to be a man, and more....

[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]She taught me the song, and she learned it directly from the composer,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]and it is not a hateful song, and she sang it aloud with him,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]from an open surrey, over one hundred ten years ago, [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]into the clear, springtime air, and I repeat it for you [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(128, 128, 128)]now, interlacing words, updating the message,[/COLOR]
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/26123/

My Gal is a high born lady...

He was such a good man,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Fagan

((I see that my date of the song is wrong, but that's what Alle told me...
the surrey ride, when her older sister was courted by Fagan, was in the year, 1900, no later))
((the article is wrong...the song is from...1896))

sanitized, from...what?

Mayor, Chief Expo...I am just killing time, marking time.
I will be calling your offices this morning,
as well as the offices of every official in Miami Dade County
whom I can think of...and I can think of a great deal.
Miami Dade cops? You are culpable too,
along with Coral Gables cops.

I will now paraphrase from twenty minute-old memory,
some of what my new friend says, in green font,
"I saw your Miami Crack Cops video on youtube, the number 9. It was good.
My brother is a cop with the County, he's a pretty good guy, but all of them
can be assholes. The ones with rank don't give a **** about laws, they shake
down suspects for drugs and money and smoke the dope themselves.
They fabricate fake arrest scenarios. I've been slammed up against a car hood,
twice, by Miami cops. Do you know about West Miami cops? They are as bad
as any others. Yeah, I think my brother would like to share stories with the public.
I'll give him your phone number. You'll like him, he's a good guy."
And, folks, you think that the USA is a democracy? No, it is, truly, run by crooks.
We don't hear much about "organized crime" anymore, not much about "mafia",
because, quite evidently the "mob" is fully integrated into the power structures of the USA.

 

[Reid2]

Chief (Exposito), DO YOU UNDERSTAND,
that your harboring of a KILLER cop (for, I should have died from him)
is just like as if you were shielding....

...this:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-14273504

It is ONLY a matter of "degree".

Linares intended for me to die.

I was promised virtual death by the follow-up thug, "Cinnamon Shirt".

SIR! I beg your audience, you... (am not in a pleasing mood for you)

 

[Reid2]

Hello to Juan at Mayor Regalado's office.

Juan, I like to write, and I also use propane to help me cope

with the horrors of recalls of the cop persecutions. In result, I ramble in my writings.

All the stuff, though, is "true", that which is stated as-such.

I can summarize it all like this, briefly for this posting form:

=I was stopped illegally by set-up cops, and my car searched.
I resisted the shake-down attempt, and was arrested, first time ever.

=I complained about the illegal traffic stop and search, against advice
of former, long-ago friend, Judge Mark King Leban. "Don't go to MPD IA, Reid,
they will never forgive you, you will be a marked man." (a paraphrase)

=I complained, anyway. Inside of a few months, I had been arrested again,
and was tortured by G. Linares, while cuffed and stuffed in the back of his cruiser.
He then sealed the car, closing the windows, shutting off the engine and AC,
and left me to die. I kicked out a window in necessity to breathe and not die,

Linares RUSHED back to his car, yanked open the right rear door,
and cursed me, "You ruined my car!" and instantly struck my head with
three karate chops, knocking out a crowned molar with the third blow.
He then instantly applied his thumbs, hard, to my carotid arteries.

I was cuffed behind, prostrated on the hard bench seat, screaming for help,
and about to black out, but female Sargent C hobbled up, and stopped Linares.

It went worse from there. That is just one episode. There's much more to be angry about.

The cops are thugs, some of them. I will not let them do this to me or to other people.
They feel they have carte blanche to run people into the gutter.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A little, ad-lib video made in ten minutes' shooting time this morning,
during the bike ride to THD, seven thirty AM, Miami time, mouths are about to open,

Greenstreet is a staple, open air dining for the health of our heart.
Greenstreet is a garden of the Chef's Delights, all front and center for you.
Greenstreet is a harvest of flavors, aromas, to drift through The Grove.
[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]Greenstreet is here for you, for us all.[/COLOR]
((this little video is not much, but it is a gift, and was not premeditated at all,
and was made with a sixty dollar digicam, by a guy who usually shakes so bad,
he cannot hold a conversation, much less, a camera-steady. It is merely a test
of my gradual recovery from the horrors that the cops put on me...I shake less today,
until I get stressed by recalling the cop-events, so many of them...PTSS))
[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 0)]__________________________________________________[/COLOR]

Dear Julian, you are so kind to follow through and offer help.
Of course, I will be happy to submit to any psychiatric or other evaluation.
That is the way to start. I have no special "powers". I hear no "voices".
I inhale propane to help me cope with horrors recalled of the cop-****.
The propane causes, or allows, "visionary" thoughts to come forth.

These "thoughts" are not literal visions, but are mental associations,
freely made while under the influence, and they are all "true",

for instance: Rudy Vallee was left handed (one in twenty males),
had "sloe eyes", like mine, (about one in five hundred males),
and owned and played an RCA theremin (about a one in ten billion chance),
as I did, too have some fame with the RCA theremin.

I am not delusional. Is this a delusion, anyone who doubts my life-touchstones?

January, 1998...Reid at age forty three


I now presume that a professional is looking at my thoughts.
Let them be judged by this posting alone. I will keep it cogent.

The inspector will think, at the least, that Reid is "hyperverbal".

So are all other writers and recorders of the human experience.

I did not ask to be different. It is this way, and no other way possible for me.

Am not much, but I am a man. But first, I was a little boy, running for the train,

http://www.poetrycritical.net/~R_Reid_Welch/


=The Engineer= R_Reid_Welch
S.W. 72nd Avenue, Miami, 1959
1
======================
2
Railroad iron
3 here must oppose
4 a row of flat-roofed
5 concrete boxes.
6
That's where lived a child of five
7 with turf, not much, but mostly
8
sharp gravel shards rolled hard into
9 the asphalt roadway, tough enough
10
to scuff small boys' and girls' bare feet.
11
II
12 An engineer then cranked the brakes
13 of his diesel loco—hauling stones
14
oolitic freight. He made that engine
15 slow down then for his kindest heavings
16
of small, wrapped candies—all aimed at
17 such tiny five-to-niners—making tracks
18
from up—from down—from all of those
19 almost same-hum ugly homes upon
20
that mis-termed 'avenue'.
21
Though he and his assistant waved
22 no child ever heard him speak—suppose
23
diesel roar occluded speech
24 except for human, high-pitched screams
25
of our running—signaled—joys.
26
III
27 Some of us laid on the tracks
28 —in offer to our god of power
29
penny coins of sacrifice—
30 all surrendered for flat fates
31
—the pancake face of Jefferson:
32 nickel on our richest days.
33
IV
34 Remarkable, that throttle-man
35 who may have wanted a repeat
36
of our daily pleas for sweets. Shouts
37
shoot past the wrappers in the weeds
38 —which in that roadway fight with seeds
39
of mostly boys—and some few girls
40 —all after butter scotches.
41


The Doctor will please see that I had quite a talent for detail?
I made these parts by hand, from scratch, to revive a 1906 Graphophone,
a feat that has never been done before by any other human being,
http://s244.photobucket.com/albums/gg28/Reid_Welch/Columbia%20BC%20replacement%20shoe%20and%20friction%20wheel/

The replacement materials for the friction pulley and the friction shoe, impossible to duplicate
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]in the original substances, today,[/COLOR] I chose by mental intuition.
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]My materials-choices worked, and work today, almost thirty years later,[/COLOR]


None of these surviving machines work today, but only at a whisper, except for this one.

First internet demonstration ever of the first mass marketed sound power amplifier.
First truly public demonstration of the Higham amplification principle in nearly a century.
Entirely mechanical, no valves or tubes or transistors about it.

ReidOphone 2 years ago

Amazing volume and surprisingly good sound quality.
I've always wanted to hear one of these play.
Saw such a Columbia many years ago but was inoperable.
MANY THANKS for this highly instructive video.

gmmix 6 months ago


The song, a record chosen at random for the demonstration, is

A COON BAND CONTEST

=My honorary "Brother" is James Fuller, Jr.
His father was born in Macon, Ga. in August, 1927.
My mother was born in Macon, Ga. in July, 1927.

They never met.







Looking at this, Doctor, I think I must come across as a braggart.
Really, I am not much, people hate me. I only want to share wonderful things.
We cannot help being who we are. I am an odd man out...maybe that's why
Linares wanted to murder me...but then, I suspect, "he had his orders",
I was already long-blacklisted by MPD for my blowing the whistle
over the faked, obscene traffic stop-drug search arrest of 6 Nov. 2008.
I was promised hell to come, both by Judge Mark King Leban (a friendly warning),
and by "Officer Cinnamon Shirt", who berated me after I survived the Linares attack,
"WELCH! You've become a reeeeeeal problem to us! I am personally gonna see to it
that you NEVER get an even break. In fact, YOU are gonna to harrrrrrrd time!"


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
http://www.poetrycritical.net/~netskyIam/
(Reid Welch, a bit hyperverbal, never wrote a line before age fifty)
http://www.poetrycritical.net/~R_Reid_Welch/



It was never confessed to my father, who typed an indignant letter in

RED CAPITALS. HOW DARE YOU DEFRAUD A LITTLE BOY OF HIS MONEY,
YOU PEOPLE SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES, ROBBING A BOY!

Well, this little boy, at about that moment, when the red letter was ripped from
the Remington's carriage, and displayed before getting stuffed into an envelope,

well, it began to dawn on this eight year old, that maybe...I should not have
filled a plain, white paper letter envelope with three dollars and ninety-five
cents in nickels, dimes and a few rare quarters. My father, naturally assumed
that I posted bills, four of them, and not a partial pound of loose change.

Imagine, the plane-order envelope split and spilled its contents, before it ever got to the post office.
I did not tell my father the whole story, though now, at last, innocence is earned.


errata: one window, two fingers' width

Q: did Linares truly seal the cruiser upon his departure?
A: one window, right rear, open by two fingers' width.

IT WAS AN E-Z BAKE COFFIN, and I do not BAKE for a PIG

 

[Reid2]

Mayor Regalado, Mayor Gimenez, Mayor Cason,


Quote from the top of this page, sirs, this is a meeting with a man last night. It is fresh,
I will now paraphrase from twenty minute-old memory,
some of what my new friend says, in green font,
"I saw your Miami Crack Cops video on youtube, the number 9. It was good.
My brother is a cop with the County, he's a pretty good guy, but all of them
can be assholes. The ones with rank don't give a **** about laws, they shake
down suspects for drugs and money and smoke the dope themselves.
They fabricate fake arrest scenarios. I've been slammed up against a car hood,
twice, by Miami cops. Do you know about West Miami cops? They are as bad
as any others. Yeah, I think my brother would like to share stories with the public.
I'll give him your phone number. You'll like him, he's a good guy."
And, folks, you think that the USA is a democracy? No, it is, truly, run by crooks.
We don't hear much about "organized crime" anymore, not much about "mafia",
because, quite evidently the "mob" is fully integrated into the power structures of the USA.

Mayors, do you understand? There is such a thing as "nature".
This is my first cousin, my paternal grandmother's first cousin...
...my first cousin, two generations removed, as we say in English,
http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson
(((hear a great broadcast, made at the very day when my g'father fell, dead)))

...and that dagger fell from the ceiling of his home, fifty nine years after his death, and into my hands, where it is today, sirs.

WWII News 1945-05-06 Drew Pearson (May 6, 1945)
1

WWII News 1945-05-06 Drew Pearson 1:04
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This is a contemporary amateur home recording of a live WWII-era radio news broadcast (see note below). This is the May 5th, 1945 installment of Drew Pearson's program of news and commentary, dealing mostly with the imminent end of hostilities in Europe. There is a gap near the end of the program where the original recorder skipped a commercial, and there is some fading towards the end of the program. The only information on the disk label is "Drew Pearson May 6, 1945 7:00 PM".

Pearson's broadcasts were all made for Sunday evening distribution.
P.B. never heard this, as he was dead, surviving ****** by seven days.
Both figures were born in 1889. Dead at Two, News at Seven.

"I'm a documentor."

document

mentor

doc

tor


just like I did with the Model T

The Sheriff of 1889 favored this chair, my great grandfather, he was,

 

[Reid2]

"Where There Is A Will, There Must Be A Way..."

From: " Reid Welch" <[email protected]>

Reply-To: <[email protected]>

To: <[email protected]>

Subject: Fwd: "Where there's a Will there must be a way".... for Mayor Gimenez's consideration

Date: Mon 07/25/11 02:42 PM

Attachments Name Type Save View Message text/html Save Dear Will,

please share this with Marc?

--- Begin forwarded message:

From: " Reid Welch" <[email protected]>
To: <***@miamidade.gov>, "Julian Kreeger" <[email protected]>
Subject: Attn, please, Vanessa, for Mayor Gimenez's consideration
Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 11:33:35 -0700

Dear Vanessa,

I am Reid Welch, a survivor of a savage beating by a MPD cop.
Other horrors were put on me as well.

I beg for the Mayor to peruse some of my on-line documentation,

these two public postings (almost nine thousand views) are most cogent,

http://www.cyclingforums.com/forum/thread/485791/people-verses/270#post_4007907
((posting number 278, contains a brief recall of the physical attack))
((posting number 279, contains added information demonstrating my credibility, I hope))

Attorney Julian Kreeger, who has known me since 1979, has offered to help me along.

Also, I have posted nasty, but true, accusatory videos to YouTube.
I am particularly disappointed with the brush-off given me by my old pal,
Commissioner Marc Sarnoff. I am the first buddy he made when he moved to Miami
decades ago. We are no longer friends.

unscripted, as it happened, April 15, 2011,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMuOM8tMBUI

And two days later, crack pipe sales continue, under the aegis
of MPD cops who hang out, right there at the counter,
enjoying free coffee, watching the crack pipe sales
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jsdq_WOqW9Q

Nearly two years ago, I found myself in the middle of a strong-arm robbery.
I captured the tail-end of the event with a cheap digicam.
The cops never uttered a word of "thanks", in fact, they took my camera's
memory card, and never returned it, a forty dollar loss.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwvSL7Oo2Yk

So many "events" have befallen me since 6 Nov 2008,
when I was stopped, illegally, in my car, by three thug,
"set-up" cops, searched and arrested for minor possession.
I complained about that arrest, against advice of former friend,
Judge Mark King Leban, Dade County judge.
"Don't go to MPD IA, Reid...they will never forgive you for making waves."
(a paraphrase)

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

And you, you FBI pussies...when first I inquired about abrogation of my civil rights by cops,
you said, Miami FBI, "Well, of course we would protect you from bad cops."

THEN I TOLD YOU ABOUT MY EXPOSURE OF YOUR FOUNDER, THE CREEP:
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/63099/
and I got NOTHING of aid from the FBI ever since. You thug-codpiece protectors.

_______________________________________________________

Oh, Marc, I am laughing now...video #6 contains one gross distortion,
I was speaking off the cuff, and under mental strain of duress;
"all this is paid for with drug money" is simply not true.
To correct myself now, "all this is mostly paid for by tourists who drink"
(((ha ha ha!)))
And, Marc, the kiddie park and doggy park are real public assets,
the land was there, and you put it to a use enjoyed by all the neighbors,
so highly-taxed for their properties, they should get a walk in the poo...

And, Marc? None of us like that traffic circle. It scuffs the tires of SUVS
rounding the circle to land in your compound, or the dog park.

I have yet to meet a fan of Miami's and Coral Gables spate of
$$$$$ new traffic circles in tight, quiet, residential streets.

The garbage truck drivers hate you too, but that's politics for you, palsy.

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Oh, oh, oh, lest we forget, Marc, and I detailed it in this thread some pages ago,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]and cannot (stand) to find it now, but...one night, just after dark, I pedaled my way[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]to The Home Depot to buy my little propane supply. I went by your home, just for[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]auld lang...sign (your campaign sign in the yard). There, at the sidewalk corner,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]was a thirty-ish Anglo man. And just then, up rode a Black man on a cruiser bike.
The two exchanged a "handshake" of about one second duration. The white man[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]turned and walked away, and the Black man reversed and rode off into the night.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]Marc? I have seen hundreds of similar meetings. It was a small-time drug sale,[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]so help me, Bob.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]You get nothing from those meetings, I know, but maybe, bad dreams?[/COLOR]

_________________________________

And another time, Marc, long ago now...before... when I returned the half-nude picture of yourself
to your home...I was all paranoid about the cop attacks...and I wanted very much to prove my...value?

I drove to your home one night, hoping to show you the Nazi dagger and the newspaper clippings,
and somehow impress you with my extra-whatever-WTF. But you were not home that night...
...you and Teresa were at a reception-event for President Obama. However, there were three
very white, young men, lolling against the fence of your doggy park. I engaged them with the story,
and told them I wanted to show Commissioner Sarnoff the dagger in the blue box.
"Why don't you throw it over his fence?", cajoled one of the Secret Service guys (that, they were).
I said I would not do that, and noted his open bottle of beer, the one was trying to shield
by putting it behind his leg, and he did look sheepish, as I asked what brand he drinks most.
; )

Some Secret Cervix!

They were three matching

White guys so pale

Ginger ale looks black

______________________________

In real life, I precipitated a Secret Service visit (two, actually),
out of frustration with the determined inaction of the thug-protection agency, "FBI".

When the SS boys arrived to question me, I was pleased to meet
a black man and a white man, very tight partners.

The white guy wore a black sports coat and a white, bulletproof vest,
the nervous nelly....their interview of myself was fun and interesting.
I got to see real G men in action. The Black guy was cool and nice.
They drove here in his-and-his, Porsche Cayenne SUVs, one in blue,
for the White guy, and one in Copper for the brown man.
These Federal Agents are the top cops of the USA.
It is only reasonable ? that they should drive eighty thousand dollar,
Goverment issue vehicles, to rag a cop beating survivor, strung out
to the limit of his wits. So far they are the only people other than
[COLOR= rgb(178, 34, 34)]The Original Owner, to stroke this SA (it is not SS after all) dagger.[/COLOR]

[COLOR= rgb(178, 34, 34)]How could they resist? It is a symbol of fascist power, a holy reminder [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(178, 34, 34)]of what not to do, but they did it, they touched it,[/COLOR]




KBB Value Analysis
The 2011 Porsche Cayenne starts at a Manufacturer's Suggested Retail Price
(MSRP) of about $48,000 and tops out at more than $140,000 for a fully loaded Cayenne Turbo.

Here was my ride, I rebuilt it from junk and got 25 thousand miles of city and country driving
before a cell phone driving b3838 t-boned the T and nearly killed me. It was irrreplacable,
and much cooler than a Porsche Cayenne (just open up the windshield halves)

Marc? Do you think I am hard? Do you remember when you drove the Model T
around your block, and grinned? Don't you think I grieve for our lost friendship, Marc?
Don't you think I sob, wondering how you could abandon me, your pal, to be murdered
by cops? Don't you know, I wish I could "forget". But the cops, they have to reform,
and, Marc, I am the vessel, and I am full of hot blood.