June 12th, 2013. I arrived at the court house at 1:20 with redirection of support papers, the texts between the GAL and I that I submitted to the petitioners lawyer and Judge Ten Eyck a week earlier to contest that , “none of them made sense.”. After I went through security, I read the NEWEST set of papers that what were given to me at the court house doors that said, a petition for an HRO and petition for an ex-parte HRO petition. I asked the gaurds what it meant and they did not have a clue. I walked towards the administration office to ask which court room the hearing would be held in, turned around and said to the police officers, “So do you guys condone Vietnam vets putting guns up little ones bottoms so that they will never speak against you? I’ve listened to fisherman in their shacks talk about it out on Crosby lake.” I hit the wall and kept walking. I heard one of them say,” she can’t talk like that in here.” I went into the file review room and they said I was under arrest and bent my arms in ways they cannot bend without breaking. It is NATURAL to struggle and resist when someone is trying to BEND YOUR BONES. I got a jacked up elbow, a bruise on my thigh and a scuffed up knee. I asked if I could have an attorney. They laughed and said no. I asked for a pee test. They did not respond. When my prints were being taken I said,” Hey now when you find my hand that has been threatened to be cut off, you will know it is mine by my prints.” He laughed and said, “that is right.” After the 6 hour process of booking I went to work. However, the wall isn’t bleeding, my hand is not bruised from hitting the wall. And the 2 large police officers have NO justification for ruffing up a 125 lb woman for appearing to her child custody hearing and speaking truth that nobody has yet been willing to even investigate and charge with conviction. The new paperwork packet has lies in it. Proven through my phone records and bank statements. The priority lie/allegation, is that I gave a painting and paint supplies to my daughters residence AFTER I was given a PO BOX address for gifts and letters. In my work phone and the GAL’s phone it will show that she texted me the new PO Box within an hour or so of me dropping the gifts off. And the day I went to the home was the ONLY day that I filled up with gas in DeerWood in the AM. The rest is all Cheryls junk that is upsetting to my daughter. I will always be the safe one to blame for what she has been put through that the court and GAL have thus far helped push.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 17:55:13 +0000
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