Reposting the video below on how the homeless were treated during Hurricane Harvey.  This man who wanted to know why they were being separated haunts me to this day.  I am left to wonder what happened to him…

And this post also comes with some personal experience, too.  The story below the video.

 

So I was at the Biker Rally in Sturgis a few weeks ago, and afterwards, went to California to take my Dad’s ashes to the Sequoias.  If you recall, he passed four years ago.  One of the last conversations I had with him, he asked me if I wanted to go see the Big Forest.  He was loopy from the pain meds, so I played along and said “Yeah!!”  He then said we could go tomorrow.  It made me cry because there was no way we were going.

So after rally was over, I drove to the Sequoia National Forest to lay him to rest in the beautiful mountains.  It was a joyful happy moment to be able to do that for him.

But it was a moment surrounded with negative darkness.

On my way there, I was gangstalked.  I was also gangstalked at the rally by a group of the nazis getting jobs at the rally.  I kid you not.  This is how serious these self-righteous, smug hypocrites are.

The worst day was driving through Utah.

This picture of Flaming Gorge Dam was taken from this website.

This picture cannot compare with actually being there and seeing such breathtaking beauty.  In fact, you’re lucky if you can get close enough to actually see it because they won’t allow folks to walk the crosswalk across the bridge to see up close the stunning beauty of the mountain.

The story–

I see this gorgeous stone as I drive across the bridge over the dam.  I thought that I could not pass this by — that I had to stop and view the formation up close.  So I start to walk back towards the dam, when I see that it has been blocked off.  An employee was on break nearby and I asked her about it.  She said since 9/11, they have not allowed people to walk over the bridge unless they signed up and allowed security to go through their belongings.  I kid you not.

I was stunned, to say the least.  Are you kidding me??  I can’t walk across a bridge to see the Creator’s great designs?

I wasn’t about to let them go rifling through my purse.  And it’s not actually a purse, but one of those slim thingy’s that is meant just for money and credit cards.  There is no way that I could be carrying a bomb in it.  The whole thing is just so ludicrous anyway.

So I walked away.  Boy oh boy, that set off alarms to the chicken little security guard who thought that it meant I must be guilty of *something* to refuse to be searched.  The chicken little security guard then calls Dept of Hysterical Security.  Yep.

As I am leaving, not one, not two, not three, but SIX trucks with one parking light knocked out come racing up the mountain.  There is no way anyone can convince me it is coincidence that all of those trucks just happened to have their lights knocked out and they all just decided to come visit the dam all within 30 minutes.  One arrived before I even got out of the parking lot.  The others soon followed.  It was unnerving.

But way, there’s more!  And it ties into the treatment of the homeless.

So the gas prices here were at $3.79 to 4.00!  It took all that I had to get Dad to the mountain, and I had to wait until they paid the balance of my pay from rally to get going again.  In the meantime, I was stuck.

So I went out into the country near an Indian reservation, but not on their land.  I parked in an area on the mountain that was off the road.  Unfortunately, it was without water or facilities.  And it was 95 degrees for a solid week.  Very hot and uncomfortable.  So I thought I might try to sell my beloved beehive that I had just purchased a few months ago.  I had wanted one because I loved honey and I wanted to help the bees.

Anyway, I didn’t get any takers.

I moved to another spot that had some shade and water nearby, if I needed it.  Again, it was not on the reservation land.

So the first location, the Indian police came by and inquired about me.  I explained about the gas situation and that I was hoping to sell the beehive.  We had a friendly conversation.  No issues.

The second location, they wait until it is getting dark and then pay me another visit.

This is where it gets scary.  And reveals how the homeless are treated.

Keep in mind that I am not bothering ANYBODY.  I keep to myself, not venturing too far from my truck.  I don’t talk to anyone.  I don’t approach anyone for money.  I just need to hang out for a few days until my pay is processed.

The officer asks again what I am doing, where I am going, blah, blah, blah.  I answer him, and as we are talking, I notice he has one hand behind his back.

I’m no threat to this man, so it is inconceivable that he has his gun ready to fire at me.

But as we finish the conversation, he turns away and his gun is out of the holster— his finger on the trigger.

He does not move to put his gun back into the holster as he turns, so I am left wondering if this was not an implied threat?

WTH??

This is just so unreal that I am still trying to process it.

This police officer pulled a gun on an unarmed citizen who was not threatening, not abusive, not bothering anyone.

I wonder what the hell the Watchers told him?

If they didn’t tell him anything, he should turn in his badge because he is trigger happy and clearly not able to judge whether a person is a threat.

If they did tell him something, he needs to go back and read the 6th Amendment to the Constitution:

The Sixth Amendment guarantees the rights of criminal defendants, including the right to a public trial without unnecessary delay, the right to a lawyer,  the right to an impartial jury, and the right to know who your accusers are and the nature of the charges and evidence against you.  It has been most visibly tested in a series of cases involving terrorism, but much more often figures in cases that involve (for example) jury selection or the protection of witnesses, including victims of sex crimes as well as witnesses in need of protection from retaliation.

This police officer acted from gossip he obtained from others instead of judging me based on his own observations.  From our previous conversation, he did not perceive of me as a threat.

Just like the nazis described above, he was just following orders based on falsehoods about me and pulled his gun out of the holster, ready to shoot me.  No trial.  No ability to face my accusers and refute their bullshit.  Boom.  You’re dead.