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The Murders In Klamath Falls, Oregon

EVERY month I am being maliciously prosecuted in Klamath Falls, Oregon. This is a result of the arbitrary arrests from Napa, California. This is like the movie Changelling where the police were so busy trying to commit a mother to a mental institution they failed to prevent or thwart the Chicken Coop murders of countless boys. Eerily similar, we have had 4 murders in 8 weeks in Klamath Falls, Oregon.

On September 2, 2009 more than 7 Klamath County Sheriffs, code enforcement, and dog control were congregated at my barn. Then, 7 Klamath County Sheriffs, code enforcement, and dog control immediately thereafter congregated at my home ready to arrest me for “reckless endangerment” as a result of a superficial dog bite a man sustained.

Klamath County Sheriff's Office and Court Judges Roxanne Osborn and Richard Rambo were unable to control their deputized punks and hooligans from menacing the living daylights out of me so I was unable to control my animal.

Around the same time victim Michael Doherty sustained severely lacerated fingers from a Pit Bull owned by Michael and Lisa Lunt. Their dog was neither confiscated nor the owners arrested for “reckless endangerment.” And, as far as I know, they did not have to pay physician costs. Instead, the police blamed it on Doherty’s dog that is a friendly border collie.

On September 3, 2009, a man was murdered down the street from me. The Klamath Falls Sheriff’s Department is bent on mentally institutionalizing me. They are being deliberately negligent in solving or thwarting more crimes of a higher magnitude. While countless trailers are “illegal camping,” I have been the one who has been maliciously prosecuted while under constant surveillance.

To date, regardless, of the severe human rights violations now pending and under preliminary examination at the International Court level, the city and county of Klamath Falls, Oregon, continues to use their deputized community to paralyze me with fear and terror.

http://judiciary.zoomshare.com/files/International_Petition.pdf

Newspaper Article: http://heraldandnews.com/articles/2009/09/07/top_story/doc4aa35400f1247788698803.txt This does not include the rape that occurred with a few miles of my home

Another body found http://heraldandnews.com/articles/2009/09/18/breaking/doc4ab3ca4e155d0785825221.txt

Still another

http://heraldandnews.com/articles/2009/11/03/breaking/doc4aefb8264ae99483888686.txt

Please, do not review my home website at www.kinispolarbear.bravehost.com where evidence of torture was uploaded, pain and suffering damages logged. An unknown intrusive force has deactivated my links so that the U.S. Government can subject me with their continued pattern of unrelenting malicious prosecutions, retaliation, and torture.

My Alan Story

The Story That Could Land Me In A Mental Institution
The Alan Story-By Kini

Sometime during 2001, I had a friend, T.C. We went to college together and she introduced me to the wild horse sanctuary in Susanville, CA. T.C. listened to my plight and advised me to go to the Geneva Convention in Switzerland. I told T.C. that I did not feel that I had reached the top of the chain of command according to the requirements of the justice system.

Many months prior to T.C.’s advice, I heard that soft still voice at night in the fiber of my soul pestering me to seek out Alan. “Call Alan. Don’t your remember Alan?” said the voice. I often thought about my cousin, Alan, and when I lived at my grandmother’s home in Alan’s old bedroom. I remember looking into the closet and admiring his wonderful military uniforms. Many weeks went by that I ignored this “voice”. But, the voice kept on, “Call Alan. Don’t your remember Alan?” said the voice. I thought back, “Yes, L-rd, the last time I saw him was at his wedding when he married Debbie. I remember, L-rd, he played a bit part in a movie called ‘Tunnel Vision’”. “Call him!” demanded the voice in my heart.

Part of my parole conditions was that I not use the internet. Finally, after parole, one day, me and T.C. were in the computer lab and I did a Google search for Alan. I thought, what could he be doing? He was probably a small time lawyer in some town. When his profile came up, he was not only a small time lawyer but he had a lengthy judicial history and he was stationed in Geneva, Switzerland, when he was a young man.

My jaw dropped and I started to scream, “TC!” “TC!” come over to the screen and check this out. Since I was out dated with computer work, T.C. helped me set up an email address but I was unable to send out my legal work. So, I snail mailed the best I could muster. But, I never heard from him.

CIVIL SUBPOENA (DUCES TECUM)

Prison Prep 101

"I have an upcoming case against the punks who are menacing me next door."

And, you know in the CIVIL SUBPOENA (DUCES TECUM) FOR PERSONAL APPEARANCE part?

What shall I put for the GOOD CAUSE part?

Good cause exists for the appearance of the witness for the following reasons:

1. To prove how law enforcement uses the lowest forms of society to keep a woman incompetent so that she will never see her children again.

2. To prove how the U.S. Government and their reps coddle grown men by enabling them to use women for unjust servitude.

3. To prove law enforcement incite and instigate violence against women because she may be a complaining witness.

4. To prove that the lives of women are undermined and purported to be less significant than men.

5. To prove law enforcement incite and instigate disorderly conduct.

Help Us Stomp Out Gender Inequality

Delusions

The Latest Delusion

By the Administrator of MicroCosm EcoPreneurs

In a new case of connect the dots, my abusive neighbor, who a few days ago, finally had a drunk driving vehicle accident, went for a walk while I boarded my horse to go to the south suburban county library. There I encountered shattered windows of the little place I call home.

I went in and like a thousand others had to ask what had happened. After being cued into the story by a girl that “looked like the love of my life,” I checked out with my borrowed DVD's and went next door to get a second opinion. Surely enough, the stories matched.

Evidently, a man had gotten drunk and smashed the windows with a rock. He then
went in, took the petty cash, and left. He was busted when he felt guilty and took the petty cash back.

The problem with that story, because it is Government, is that out of all the windows in the mall type-setting, why did he pick the little humble, obscure, library. I know that area pretty well because I ride my horses on the side of the bike path. There are no rocks in the parking lot. And, they would have to be pretty big and heavy to do the damage that was done. There had to be a premeditated plan.

The same day, I found out that at 9:12 am, there was a four-car pileup in an intersection a few blocks of where I live. A woman was driving between 35 and 40 mph when she failed to brake, crashing into other cars stopped in a turn lane at the stoplight. Her SUV landed on its driver's side. The woman was extricated through the windshield of her vehicle, and the Jaws of Life was used to open the door of a
“Saturn.”

The Apology

Sometimes when I feel a wrong(s) has been committed against me, I become desperate and look for deep meaningful reflections of contrition because I cannot obtain it in any other sort of reality. What do the dates mean? What do the numbers mean? And, what is symbolic of the glass shattering? So, I want to thank the people who know me well or who should know me well; the police, the judges, the media, the public defenders and other lawyers, the activists, and all public agencies that know me and my case well.

Thank you all for really going out of your way to spend money, the sacrifice of your property, and the risk of peoples lives to stage these events. You have definitely expressed your remorse to me. Now, can I have my paychecks?

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