My 3rd Harassment Investigation

I had gone to work from my tent with both locations on Willow avenue in Cookeville, Tennessee.

I had started my shift solidly at a fast food location north of the gas station east of the triangle.

I was working the cash register and had opted to use the rest room at work, when pooping a T.B.I. agent pretended to wash his hands while wearing the turtle neck his wife had purchased for him.

I had washed my hands twice and returned to my work position which was not given to investigators or provided, just like my dwelling.

Then, I was called to the sales table with the front registers and trays to be called forward into the work place dining room.

I had asked Agent Coppinger what she wants. I was told to go outside for some privacy (this is a form of obstruction to use to get out of sight of witnesses)Outside of the eatery I was informed that a factory had been threatened whose location and identity weren't known until Andrew Gibbs had given me the name on the warrant on the day of my arrest. (I do hate them)

After declining questions to the agent, I was referred to his "partner" on N Willow, detective Coppinger, who continuously asked questioned, downplayed a warrant and left for me to have returned to my work position that wasn't on a limited itemized warrant.

Coppinger returned with gloves on with weepy curious eyes of fondle hood saying she wants to steal my phone and she needs no warrant. After my zipper was used to open my backpack the larceny was served.

A third interviewing officer of the mute order had shown up to see if I'll sign a property invoice for the phone in his agencies or the T.B.I.'s possession. (lol)

After that, a cab was followed to a homeless camp and several officers followed me to at least the fire department near a homeless camp.

A drone was used an despite my one finger signaling, no fat Cherokee from the car wash wanted to talk for the lady that saw him on her security camera.

Then, one day , I had left work to eat a sammich and had sat down at the neighboring laundry to signal in my Lyft (cabs and ubers got to be an expensive burden to avoid late night vultures on Willow, the ones with blue lights)

That's when an officer Duke pulled up to me in a pick up truck at the late hour to claim a little girl lost her phone on Willow at such an irregular hour (the phone was hot, malfunctioning, and tracked)

Then, the next morning, while I was sleeping Officer Gibbs and his partner and Officer Flatt had flanked me while sleeping in the camp for their arrest.

After they committed an A class misdemeanor with Wally a therapy rat, I was placed in hand cuffs and arrested to a "poppa" warrant service center that was laughable, and parody of what this country is, and taken to Putnam County jail...again.

Again, also, Officer Gibbs informed me Atmus Filtration Technologies was the plaintiff that the government would be vouching for at a District, executive, and judicial level.

My phone was even stollen in Brooklyn New York, again, on a traditional Saturday, reminding me of good times and their very real need to stop a train in such sewer on a salt solution radio in my head to be misused by the witting tools of jain/jehovah's witnesses.

New York and Tennessee must be porking, or something.

I have sent no threatening email to conferencing and hated Atmus Filtration Technologies formerly Cummins Filtration, and Fleetgaurd.

I'd speak on vows, but, police act histrionically when their getting reviews and harass the holy hell out of me.

That isn't needed nor reasonable and in a season of 2 to 5 years for violent texted threats its giving up for an automated 3rd misdemeanor conviction, in the 13th District.

I will not serve that sentence, I will not see general sessions as trial, and I will not humor any neutrality from any Tennessee as fact finders.

Hell, the other two misdemeanors weren't the previous harassment investigations.

I say pirate cop stuff the legal way and rectify their debts by replacing them :)

As long as cops use the appropriate headers, at least you know what their real motive is, but they didn't.

In sumary a bad pilot, a bad cop and a douche agent aren't really needy, they just say they are.