Nine times I’ve had to call 911 to my home while being physically assaulted in my living room. I recently went to acquire transcripts of those emergency 911 calls only to be told “We have no emergency calls from you on record.” Well, its good thing I asked Deputy Gardner for his business card during most of those emergencies…lest I be called a liar, or ya know, get murdered.
During one of those emergencies I was bit on the cheek and dragged around my kitchen as I wrestled to get the crazy bitch off of me. During a separate incident the same crazy bitch put a hatchet through my front door and left a huge gash in the wall down the hallway wherein she tried diligently to stab me.
Not once has the BIA nor the Sheriff’s Department written down a single statement… no need to for they know exactly who this crazy bitch is on a first name basis (and visa versa) and once I even watched them put her in cuffs, place her in the police cruisers then and drive up to the stoplight at the end of Monroe Avenue where they let her out, removed the handcuffs and waved as they watched her frolic away in the darkness… Yeah, fucking seriously.
And to my skepticism and distrust of the state’s officials, my Adult Protective Services Case Worker, Chandra Olsen, provided me with an email address that does not exist…
