oldfogey8
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Listened to it earlier. Ho Lee ship! ‘People back east’, hmmmm, Criminals Imposing Anarchy?
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oldfogey8
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oldfogey8
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Kari Lake will be on Rumble tonight at 8 ET to answer questions
Yes - I did spend all of 2015 behind the wrong sort of bars - all of 2014 too - 3 months of 2013 - and 3 months of 2016 in detention without any conviction before I was finally allowed to deport - back to the UK
(from the Philippines) - due to an indictment in the USA - which has since 2018 been cancelled - after an extradition attempt by the feds which lost in court here in the UK - and so did the appeal - due to there not being dual criminality over cannabis seed sales in the UK and the USA - after 5 years of legal attrition and family separation - was finally clear and safe - and home again - 
moose eater
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Having a puppy at senior citizen age means reevaluating one's frequency of functional or pragmatic Rx amphetamine use (someone else's Rx is good enough, right?).
She's got us up at 5:45 AM, and last walk at night is about 11:30 PM or so. Trying to build successes for her might just kill me. Though there's apparently lots of competition in that regard.
I feel like I'm back working on the farm, but there's no goat milk or goat cheese, and the eggs are much older.
Another moment of old-age delusions; "Yeah, I can do this..."
She's got us up at 5:45 AM, and last walk at night is about 11:30 PM or so. Trying to build successes for her might just kill me. Though there's apparently lots of competition in that regard.
I feel like I'm back working on the farm, but there's no goat milk or goat cheese, and the eggs are much older.
Another moment of old-age delusions; "Yeah, I can do this..."
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moose eater
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Every now and again, the good guys win one.Yes - I did spend all of 2015 behind the wrong sort of bars - all of 2014 too - 3 months of 2013 - and 3 months of 2016 in detention without any conviction before I was finally allowed to deport - back to the UK
Just often enough to remind us that it really can happen.
dogzter
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I was glad you beat those chickenshit charges.Yes - I did spend all of 2015 behind the wrong sort of bars - all of 2014 too - 3 months of 2013 - and 3 months of 2016 in detention without any conviction before I was finally allowed to deport - back to the UK
Another example of my country being completely corrupt.
Glad your homeYes - I did spend all of 2015 behind the wrong sort of bars - all of 2014 too - 3 months of 2013 - and 3 months of 2016 in detention without any conviction before I was finally allowed to deport - back to the UK
As for seeing it as 'winning' - it didn't feel like that was happening during those 5 years - initially an extra-judicial rendition was attempted on me around 10 days after immigration police arrested and detained me - to try and illegally force me to fly from Manila to Los Angeles - but somehow I managed to not get on that plane - because the pilot wouldn't want some Brit acting like a bull in a china shop - on a commercial flight with 300 other passengers around - I suppose - and that is what I was prepared to do - and told them so -
- Then the thought that it might still happen - getting kidnapped by the USA authorities - for the next 5 years - at any time - and rendered over the pond - to face some judge on charges relating to the distribution of not weed or hash or any other drug - but just seeds - was a mountain of stress to climb/conquer and assimilate - sure did learn alot from those 5 years -
- Losing freedom for years - makes you appreciate it even more - when you get it back again - now I never take freedom for granted - take on every day - as if it were my last - and enjoy my health and liberty - and family while I'm still here -
moose eater
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We recently saw 4 local young Native/First Nations men released after being incarcerated for a murder they didn't do. They were in prison for 18 years.
From a young person's perspective (they were about age 18 y.o. or so when incarcerated), 18 years in prison for a crime they didn't do is an eternity.
Our former Governor, Bill Walker, (one of the better ones from my perspective) had hired a private well-regarded attorney to investigate the case in 2015. The report he gave to the then-Governor stated that the 4 were innocent.
The Governor kept that 'private' report secret for the last 8 years.
They probably don't feel like it was a solid win either, but they're out of their cages in the gladiator arena, and one of them who refused to sign a paltry settlement, and instead filed suit, even though their release agreement required them to not pursue litigation against the City, State, etc., is now moving forward, and he's likely looking at a far greater settlement than his 3 co-victims received.
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Though his isn't a popular name around these parts, and he provoked and heckled his opposition incessantly for quite a while, Marc Emery, from Gibsons, B.C., Canada, spent some time in our Federal Prisons System for his shipping of seeds to the USA as well.
Lotsa' stories behind some of his antics, but he treated us generously in 2000, giving us money for Prop 5 then, in Alaska, and I spent a small amount of time at his home in Gibsons, with Dick Cowan and some others.
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Maybe you have bitten off - more than you can chew moose - 🫎 - but I hope that it works out with the new pup - will definitely keep you busy - and active -
moose eater
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Nothing gets the blood going like having to get the blood going. And hopefully the blood remains internal.
Sure - I knew about Emery's case and what he was going thru - met him in Vancouver briefly at his shop in the 2000's - and thought that I'd have a similar experience with the US justice system - when I drew their attention - and would get jailed for years - if they ever got me back there -
For sure my case was no where near as bad as what some others have gone thru with miscarriages of justice - for me it was just about the worst thing that has happened in my own life - especially the 2 and a half years banged up in a very hot and sweaty/stinky - polluted/roach/rat/mosquito infested cell block - with a bunch of international nutcases - not knowing when - if - or how you were going to get out -
Not know what the future was gonna bring from the inside of a cell would really suck. Respect.
I spent a weekend in the Denver City Jail in 73. That was enough for me. Weird people in there. Not a good place for me to be. I have been pretty lucky.
moose eater
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At age 13, having skipped my court hearing to show them -just- how incorrigible I really was/am, after talking my way into being able to go back home during the court hearing, representing myself pro se pro per, instead, then arguing with my mother and PO about civility and their telling me I wasn't allowed to even speak to long-time hippie friends, even if those friends simply asked "Hey, how's it going?" (I was to ignore them as though they didn't exist), and my confronting their (my PO's) lack of etiquette, they decided to trump my play, and show me who was in charge.
Erie County didn't have a juvenile detention, so instead they had a cell block for minors in the adult jail. That's where I was held before and after that hearing.
The cells had steel walls on 3 sides, a 24-hour sun lamp on the wall facing each of the 3 side-by-side cells, a concrete floor, and was during the days when the shift Sgt was given an allowance to feed the prisoners, allegedly getting to keep whatever change remained at the end of the day.
Egg salad sandwiches on Wonder Bread for breakfast, with a half-pint of milk in a cardboard container, a small Mickey D's burger for lunch with small fries and another carton of milk. Can't remember if we got a dinner; if so it was the same as lunch, I suspect.
From there I did most of 2 weeks at a detention center south of there, halfway to Pittsburgh, where some older criminals/car thieves/burglars, forced we younger fellows to battle it out in the gym, away from supervisory eyes, and failing to do so meant the older young men would take us on in much less fair combat.
Then I did 8.5 months in a minimum-security campus outside of Pittsburgh, where I got to learn about people from lives I'd never known. Youngsters, long before the crack 'epidemic' and gangs with real weapons, who'd been gangbanging in cities since (some of them, like an honorable mentor I had there, a Black man from Philly, 3 years older than I was) age 8, when he allegedly killed his first opponent in an alley, though he wasn't there for that, or he wouldn't have been in minimum-security.
Me and my love beads were from the LSD-consuming corn fields of small college-town Edinboro (voted second-heaviest drug-using campus per capita in 1972 in a Playboy poll, btw), and our 'revolutions' involved much loftier, abstract, ethereal things in many ways than those from the urban jungles where zip guns, blades and who was dating a young woman from one's neighborhood were the priority fare of the day... along with surviving other gangs and cops who could kill you and be eating dinner at home that night with little or no questions asked.
To this day there's got to be a window where I sleep, so when I wake up, and I wake up often, I can know what time of day it is. A source of potential disorientation under stress at a young age that left a hefty impression on me.
And eggshells in my egg salad are like fingernails on a blackboard.; no shit.
I learned a lot of good stuff there about humanity. Some of it truly inspiring and positive. A wider world view for sure.
But it was 1972, and we were somewhat united in the dreams for a better place, and dumb enough to believe we could pull it off. Yes, you hear some sadness in that.
Years later, when I would visit mental health clients in the jails, and those electric doors would slide and slam shut, with their unmistakable sound, I would have a reflexive reaction internally, like when you see a cat get surprised and their hair stands up and their talons come out.
You never forget those moments of stress. Never.
And the employees in that place I spent 8.5 months assured me more than once that I didn't belong there.
The original cut of 'Give Me the Beat' (Dobie Gray) was big on the radio during that time, and those steel walls in the Erie County jail became a place to keep rhythm as the 2 young men to either side of my cell, John Hall and L.C. Woodard, sang acapella with me, and I did flying kicks off those walls, keeping the steel reverberating until the shift Sgt addressed me gruffly.
Freedom, as a concept, never means the same thing again.
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Ya - at least those that have been convicted and sentanced know when they might get out- most all of my time there - I never knew - was just living on hope -
I was in a kinda limbo in there - thinking that next time the US Marshals might show up at the detention jail - on Con-Air to steal me away from my life/wife and kids - with a wheeled stretcher to tie me to - and a syringe full of some downer - to spike into my arse - to shut me up and tie me down - as I saw them do to other 'awkward' prisoners - but luckily my nationality seemed to be of benefit - and all they could do in the end - was to allow me to deport - back to the UK - where the extradition battle started - and was won - by yours truly -
