And now, for the long awaited Part Three, and a full exposition of why This Blog Should Not Exist, and neither should I. I could see this blog terminated because of one or both of these posts. Not only that, but I have a suspicion of the previous flags. They may be coming from Team Gibson...
Twenty-five years ago tonight -- May 24, 1998 -- I was arrested for stalking Debbie Gibson in New York. And the New York City Police Department failed in it's duty to protect and serve her, her family, her workplace, and the general public.
The New York City Police Department had one and only one duty: To eliminate me with the rightful lethal force of law and make an example of it so that others would not go down the same path.
There is no question at all that I should've been killed that night, and that everyone from Gibson to my own family should sue the Hell out of the NYPD for not doing so.
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And now we get to an extended part of the "Why?" -- which goes both backward and forward, and involves far more than Gibson.
1) As I am probably going to tell "nobody" when I get to his response two weeks ago as to how I lied in Repeat Attenders: Stalking/Harassment/Menacing/etc. is a crime given a "reasonable person test" of what a person is going to do. Once you gain the power to make that degree of an assumption as to what a person does, there is, then, no limit to that power.
A little Inside Baseball: The judge who sentenced me, Judge Sackett -- and he was one of the more lenient ones -- laid the belief that I was a walking Mark David Chapman.
Yes, I was likened to John Lennon's murderer.
So, at that point, I have three questions for you:
* What has changed in 25 years? In short, nothing under the law, and a general feeling that things have gotten worse personally (I'll explain that later). A reasonable person would assume (wrongly, but remember -- my thoughts have no merit in this discussion!) that the course of conduct continues and something is in plans. (To which I remind "nobody": Deborah's third tour in a year starts tomorrow night in Niagara Falls, NY!)
* Would this not mean that the "reasonable person" result is that (it is believed) I am not only going to kill her, but most anything else I care about as well? If you read "The Gift of Fear", there is a full chapter about the stalker of the first person Gavin de Becker had to put into a safehouse. Why? Because the person was believed to have actuated his plans to sufficient point by killing his parents.
People who walk this path DO kill their families. Regretfully, my brother and his family now have been told this. I had spent the best part of the last 25 years incommunicado with the family, and, given political and personal difference (and the concept that there is no Earthly sufficient remorse I can give, for two reasons I will, again, get to), it may be time to make that arrangement permanent.
* If I'm going to be seen as that degree of a threat to roughouse, disrobe, rape, and then murder someone I cared about more than most anything, who is anyone else -- from the metaphorical King of England to the bum on the street -- to think they're going to get better? I've even had to play this card on said brother.
2) It shouldn't have gotten that far.
* Since an unwanted hug is a fourth-degree sexual assault in Wisconsin, I think it safe to say that I committed enough such crimes in the University of Wisconsin-River Falls alone to be put in prison for the rest of my life.
* But it took literal Title IX lawsuits, alleging no less than either rape or the belief I was, to finally get me expelled. So much so, the county sheriff banned me from even walking in most parts of the town.
* By the time I was allowed (wrongly) to re-enroll after being thrown out of same college at another college in Eau Claire a year-plus later (a year-plus during which my whereabouts were very carefully monitored and restricted, for the belief that I was prowling for a serial-rape victim at most every turn, and that I am now banned from that entire community!), I became the first person ever to be banned from the basketball arena, because they thought I was going to do that same thing to the pompon squad -- the only reason I selected Eau Claire in the first place.
* And, when I so re-enrolled, a Campus Security officer from River Falls transferred (and I would give a real chance she WAS transferred with me in mind) to Eau Claire.
* When the campus found that out, they had to go to the local TV station (who did about four or so home games a year) and rework their halftime coverage as a student-conduct and student-safety issue. Up until the 1991-92 season, their halftime coverage began with the pompon squad. 1992-93, welcome to the WEAU studios and "The Ken Anderson Show" instead. (I know neither what they do 30 years on, or it's format.)
* And one more thing Eau Claire has not actuated yet: My degree from them is now null and void. My arrest, since the Course of Conduct went back through Eau Claire (and used University resources both there and Milwaukee), violated the agreement I made not to get thrown out of my second school after the above incidents occurred. So that degree is void.
Now am I proud of any of this? Absolutely not. But it was only when I combined a statement I made during Repeat Attenders ("nobody", I'll get to you and all that in a bit!), conflated that with the political realities (and societal ones as well), and came to a very disturbing conclusion...
3) Since Deborah and her message were, factually (at least three times (post-Feb. 1989, 1990, and post-Feb. 1992 onward) -- and people can believe my arrest prevented a fourth if so chosen!), the only things which prevented me from being the serial rapist two Wisconsin college campuses would've sworn in court I was, the only real conclusion I can draw is that I should've been said serial rapist, and that I would've had a better chance at societal success by finally actuating the terrorist threat I was on those two campuses.
(And anyone who think I'm lying and that I _did_ actually rape quite a few women at those two colleges -- the only evidence I can state otherwise is that they took my DNA in New York. You can bet money it was crosschecked with any information those two schools had on any unsolved event in the relevant amount of time.)
And, worse, the only reason I haven't since is lies and delusion as well. That being that level of a monster was the only correct end result of my previous conduct, and might (given our toxic masculinity fetish) have actually allowed me to, in the eyes of society, amount to something -- which, in many men's eyes, would grant that right in the first place!
(Which see two serial rapist pedos who've been made no less than President -- the other being Billy Bob Blow Job!)
And note: In 2) and 3), we're still over two years from when I laid eyes on Deborah the first time, face to face.
So the only realistic conclusion is I never should've been given the chance in the first place.
But, bluntly, she sustained me for the better part of the four years between Oheka Castle and my arrest.
Which eventually led to my arrest 25 years ago today -- from which I should've been shot and killed instantaneously, without mercy, and with great ceremony.
Because, had one ounce of due diligence in the minimum two weeks (but, let's be frank, there's a Broadway website who flagged down the NYPD over two MONTHS previous to Broadway Bares 1998) between what it was believed to be when it flipped over to criminal conduct and when I showed up, there was only one correct outcome: My death. With neither mercy nor compassion.
Because the belief was that my actions that night would be no short of fatal. So much so that reports were coming in that night from the fandom to each other that I had a firearm, and was prepared to shoot the Palace Theatre up. (No such firearm existed, but the "reasonable person" test was met.)
I said, and it stands, that I wanted to carry a lethal weapon -- a knife -- on my person that, in the event I was approached to sufficient belief I was a threat to Deborah, to carry out that threat (instead) on them. And the only reason I didn't was exactly what happened.
And the New York Police Department uncategorically FAILED to protect and serve Deborah, their community, or the public in general in not doing so. They needed to shoot me and throw my body into a woodchipper -- or, as one of the bigots on "The Market Ticker" has on his signature to his discussion responses, to put my head on a pike for the next ten generations to know some favors carry too high of a price.
And also note: None of this even gets into the mountain of charges which were put against me by the Gibson fan community. (But it was that mountain of e-mails, contacts to Team Gibson (many put in the "Whacko File" -- No "H", Karen (and no, that's not a current usage of the term -- the main person monitoring such contact was in fact Deborah's sister Karen, who had a management role in Deborah's career at one point or another)...)
And that mountain of charges _alone_ was sufficient under the law at the time.
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I implied earlier that I would tell you the identity of the only person who could earn the mantle of actually being hated by Deborah. It IS me, as anyone intelligent could probably have suspected.
It is not only that I have turned profoundly (if not poisonously!) negative over the last 25 years (especially over the last six with the Orange Fuck!). And Deborah has said, her entire career has been a rebellion against negativity.
Well, there are several realities I've learned: Through therapy, observation, and introspection:
* There is no right to life.
* There is no right to liberty.
* There is no right to pursue happiness.
The last two are contingent on one of two things: I've always said that they are privileges of the state -- and, in most cases, that's exactly what they are. Because they can not only declare what you are going to do (even if you aren't going to do it -- and I'll address THAT with "nobody" as well, if I remember to do so.), but they can enforce it.
To say: "You'd have it if you didn't if you didn't violate the rights of everyone else." is not only denial of reality, but also the fact that certain of us exist as violations of the rights of everyone else. Take away those violations, and I die. Period-end.
The second is simply taking it by force, and having the societal power, force of will, whatever you want to say about it to enforce THAT. You see that in the likes of the BLM movement.
But, factually, it does come down to who you are and are not, and who the victim is or is not. THAT is now the extent of the law.
* Down here, evil and violence win, and often dictate the terms.
And if you don't believe that now, just wait 18 months (if you get that far!!!). Hell, unless the debt ceiling is raised or otherwise subverted, you won't have to wait two or three.
I do believe that the next President will be Trump or DeSantis -- and, this time, the White Right gets the blood they want.
* Stupidity also wins. You see it every day in this blog, with what you have to believe to actually be a sports fan today.
And to be immune to this, especially on a positivity level, you have to take nearly a cult-like view of that positivity and basically ignore everything which is actually going on. And, yes, I do believe Deborah is guilty of exactly this, on such a syrupy level that I had to realize, on a fundamental level, that the very concepts and personage which led me to not be a serial rapist, even if true, were something I was not entitled to and that it would have been better for me to be said serial rapist -- and if I end up in prison for life at age 20, then I wasn't going to amount to anything in the first place and, unlike what really happened, I didn't waste another nine years trying to delude myself differently, or another 25 trying to hold the line when it really never should have been held.
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So what from here?
I don't know.
I would like it to become a goal to start getting banned from all the Nazi Republican states -- Florida and Texas being at the top of the list.
I do not see myself making the 2024 election without getting arrested. And, as I will state to "nobody", he probably has an interest in seeing to it I'm arrested in the next 24-36 hours.
I have literally had it with trying to explain to a nation of idiots what is about to happen -- and then see at least half these idiots actually want it.
It is a nation to which I never should've been born.
Keep fucking with what little I have left to lose, and the intersection of Fuck Around Boulevard and Find Out Avenue is coming.
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