A man from Las Vegas just murdered four people in New York. He had a concealed carry permit. He had red flags. He was a clear threat. But where was the State of Nevada’s surveillance apparatus then?
Busy. Watching me.
You see, Nevada’s resources weren’t focused on stopping actual killers. They were surveilling a rape victim. Me. They were scrutinizing my blog, my words, my anger—because apparently, being raped on video and begging for accountability makes me a domestic terror threat.
They had texts of {D} threatening murder-suicide. They had video of him raping me. They had written complaints, public records, a resignation under pressure, an entire paper trail. And they did nothing. They didn’t arrest him. They didn’t revoke his concealed carry. They let him walk free with a gun on his hip and a badge in his email signature. But me? I got watched.
I want to say this clearly: If the State of Nevada had redirected even one tenth of the energy it spent on surveilling and investigating me, a crime victim, toward someone like that shooter, four people would still be alive.
But no I was making indirect threats so I was the target. A crime victim who is just pissed off about the criminal getting away with it who didn't even make a vauge threat. Hell I don't even know what I said but I know Facebook doesn't show anything I said to the AG in that time period. I had just started the website and started posting on social media. Again today, Carson City was all over my website. And Elko, trying to figure out what state agency or division is there. Am I now going to be charge with some wildlife crime? There is is fucking nothing in Elko. But even as they need to look into the postmortem on the NYC shooter, I'm in the search bar
So here in America the whole terrorism thing is used as a ploy to detract from political dissenters. I want to go into a diatribe about the history of the Shafer Commission and how marijuana laws were actually put into place to suppress the first amendment by Nixon because they needed something to arrest protestors for. This is ringing in ear as the same kind of thing. Damn shame weed is legal or those motherfuckers would have me. See here in lies the problem with grad school where you subject is pop culture history. I should have gone to law school instead, but I can pull really really interesting obscure historic facts out of my head at a moment's notice.
Found out today though I was wrong on which lady lawyer {D} was boning it turns out she is actually in the Attorney General’s office. And she lives like a mile from me which explains a few weird things that {D} said and did and that time I was on Tinder and saw he was a mile away. So, I do believe I know exactly what happened now. I think we can all guess. I feel like I need to apologize to the one I thought it was. I had reasons.
He came back from an insurance conference once. And he had a hickey on his neck. He had told me the woman from the other office he went with had brought him gin and limes to his room and talked about her a lot. So I saw that hickey and I lost it. Weirdest story; so I see it. I say what’s that on your neck and then I am just silent. Me silent is not a good or safe place to be. If I stop talking? Oh, shit is about to go fucking down. So I finally look at him and say “is that a goddamn hickey on your neck? Are you 12?” And then I burst into tears.
Now this is kind of a testament to {D} not knowing shit about women. I am sobbing and he proceeds to try to apologize by performing oral sex on me while I cried. I punched him in the head a few times lightly and I told him how much I hated him and sobbed. Now {D} being {D} stops, looks up at me and said “I am at a loss what to do here. I’ve never had a woman cry while I ate her pussy.”
I knew there was a third girlfriend. Always always beer bottle in the trash can and {D} doesn’t drink beer. And her shirt was left there and {D} was trying to hide it was another woman’s tee shirt so he said he bought it and it was too small and put it on to demonstrate. I’ve seen pictures of {A} and she is not that size. Oh {D} honey, I know everything, remember? This shall get ugly. I need to write up some new FOIAs.
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