Police Refuse To Take Reports & Plates

I have the Wenatchee stalling and trying to refuse to take reports again. Sgt. Silvestre was calling her guys out to leave and then told them to have me leave the station.

Silvestre is one of the first officers I had a major problem with--it was clear she hated me.

I need to track down who it was that did the first false arrest on me because it would shed light on who was first trying to level things against me.

I kept calling to get someone to take them and then the guy comes in and claims I am "harassing" the Rivercom operators when they were not even giving me their correct names. At least one wasn't.

Then, it was more like it was just a game. These people care more about where I go and which business I go to, I guess to fulfil their silly prediction games, than taking care of real business. I have people watching me all the time, following me on foot, and yes, it's not hard to imagine in this town either, and then getting all giddy if I just so happen to end up at a restaurant and ask to use the phone and try to pour a glass of water which is sitting right there. So if I do this, and someone predicts it ahead of time, the whole town acts like they just witnessed a miraculous act of God or bizarre mind control and they get really excited to be a part of it. They're not frickin' psychologists or scientists, but they're gamblers and they have this really, very, strange interest in me and what others try to manipulate.

Then, I watch as a group of people do a whole bizarre set up staged thing where one is watching the other group and they're nodding off to the third woman who arrives as the first couple "pretend" to neck, obviously. It's like the common man has decided to play CIA.

Why don't you fucking JOIN the CIA or MI5 and learn how to fucking do it RIGHT.

Then there are the cruisers who are from out of town (it's obvious...they're easy to spot and just test me on this one)...Here's an out of towner that was mocking me today: Black station wagon subaru 128 XID.

Then, all of these Oregon and Portland, Oregon people today and then, as they're doing their bizarre stuff and admitting to me that they're from Portland, someone tells a homeless man to put on a "Portland" shirt and walk around me. Not even kidding.

I never would have gone to this restaurant in the first place if I hadn't been wrongly pushed out of the police station.

The officer, Officer Bueller, didn't even LOOK like the Bueller I remember Bueller being (maybe he lost weight, I have no idea) and told me he would take my written reports and put ALL of them under one case number.

????!!!!!

I said, "These are separate reports and they should all have a separate case number." One was about state officials taking my son's necklace and stealing it from him without telling me or him why, repeatedly.

Another was about theft.

Another about vandalism.

They are all totally separate and this guy is being totally dismissive, telling me he'll lump them ALL under one case number.

For WHAT? the fucking round-file that goes to the trash?

What they didn't like was that I made a point of documenting what I was trying to do, on audio recording so something didn't "disappear" later as things have repeatedly disappeared from this office.

I'm supposed to just let all these people do whatever they want to me and my son and they think I'm supposed to take all of the things they do and not say a word or care. They want to dish it out, repeatedly, over and over, and think I'm supposed to say "thank you very much".

They don't care if anything happens to MY son, it's only if something happens with one of their kids or unexpectedly, someone who has never been on the receiving end, suddenly is and can't explain what is happening. The same people who try to take my son, claiming I'm crazy, when they have the same thing happening to THEM and their kids, they're not so giddy.