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~--------------------------b6 Page 9 of43 b7C GOVERNMENT? I SAID SARCASTICALLY THAT TIMOTHY MCVEIGH WAS MY HERO, AFTER HE COMPARED:ME TO HIM. I HUNG UP AND WENT TO BED. A FEW HOURS LATER I POON IQUAD ,HOWED UP, LED BY DET.I ITHE GOON FROM TIlE INCLINE PLANE] TOLD :ME HE WANTED :ME TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIM. I SAID I AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE. HE SAID IT WAS THE HOSPITAL OR JAIL AND HE HAD SEVEN OTHER COPS WITH HIM. SO I WENT TO TIlE HOSPITAL. BEFORE I LEFT I GRABBED A COpy OF THE LETTER TO THE EDITOR I HAD WRITTEN rnAT APPEARED IN THE PAPER THAT DAY. I HAD BEEN WRITING ONE LETIER A MONTH FOR THE PAST 18 MONTHS. ACTUALLY I WROTE MANY MORE THAN THAT, BUT IT WAS HARD TO GET ANY OF THEM PRINTED BECAUSE THE PAPER WOULDNITPRII NT ANYTHING NEGATIVE ABOUT MURTHA. I DIDNT KNOW IT AT THE TI:ME , BUT THE REASON FOR THAT IS BECAUSE THE LOCAL IvrnDIA LOOKED THE OTHER WAY AFTER THE 1977 FLOOD WHILE ALL KINDS OF KICKBACKS AND BID RIGGING WAS GOrnG ON. MURTHAj I ZUCCO, AND OTHERS WERE GETTIN RICH OFF THE STSTE AND FEDERAL AID THAT POURED IN. THE LOCAL :MEDIA WAS BLACKMAILABLE BECAUSE THEY LET THElR FRIENDS ROB US BLIND. AND TIlE MAEDIA BENEFITTED INDIRECTLY BECAUSE THE FRIENDS WOULD BUY FULL PAGE ADS FOR THEIR BUSINESS'S, AND TV COM:MERCIALS. THE BAD GUYS WERE THE ONLY ONES WITH AD DOLLARS. MURTHA WASN'T STUPID, HE DIRTIED EVERYBODY. HIS GUY WAS IN CHARGE OF THE POLICE ACADEMY. ALL THE COPS OWED THEIR JOBS TO HIM. MURTHA PUT OTHER BAD GUYS IN POLmCAL OFFICE. MUCH LIKE HE DOES IN WASHINGTON AND THE U.S. MILITARY. HE HAS HIS GOONS PROMOTED TO HIGH RANK SO WHEN HE WANTS TO COlVfMITT TERRORISM, HE JUST CALLS ONE OF HIS GENERALS AND TELLS HIM HE NEEDS A COMMERCIAL JET BLOWN OUT OF THE SKY IN THE INTEREST OF NATIONAL SEI CURITY. THE GENERAL WILL DO IT, NO QUESTIONS ASKED. ANYWAY, WHILE I'M NEGOTIATING WITH MURTHAS STOOGE AND ~ GESTAPO A MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS TEAM LED BY oNEI ~OWS UP. I DAD IS A LIFELONG BEST FRIEND OFI THEY TELL :ME THAT THEY JUST WANT ME TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL AND TALK TO A DOCTOR, AND IF THE DOCTOR SAYS I'M OKAY, THEY WILL BRING ME BACK HOME. AT TIm HOSPITAL I TOLD THE DOCTOR EVERYTHrnG AS BEST I COULD AND TART THIS IS ALL A POLITICAL GOON JOB. I ICO:MES IN AND TELLS :ME TO TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES AND PUT ON A GOWN AND LIE DOWN SO THE DOCTOR CAN EXAMINE:ME. I DO. THE NEXT THrnG I KNOW, ALL THESE GESTAPO GUYS ARE STRAPprnG :ME DOWN. THEY PROMISED NOT TO DO THAT. THEN I TALKED TO THE DOCTOR AND I ASKED HIM NOT TO SHOOT ME UP WITH ANY DRUGS. I THOUGHT MAYBE THEY WOULD SHOOT ME WITH HEROIN OR SO:METHING AND SAY I DIED FROM AN OVERDOSE. THE DOCTOR PROMISES NOT TO SHOOT:ME UP. HE LEFT THE ROOM AND A NURSE CA:ME rn AND STCK A NEEDLE AND TUBE TYPE THING IN MY ARM. SHE LEFT AND CA:ME BACK AND DREW BLOOD TI:IEN SHOT:ME UP WITH SO:METIIING. THEN SHE DREW MORE BLOOD AND SHOT ME UP AGAIN. TIffiN TOOK EVEN MORE BLOOD 30 MIN. LATER. NEXT THING I KNOW IT FEELS LIKE I'M DYING OR SO:METHING, I CAN'T MOVE OR TALK, I FEEL LIKE MY LIFE IS LEAVING ME. SO:ME TIME LATER I CO:ME CONSCIOUS AND IT FEELS LIKE I'M MOVING OR FLOATING. I PEEKED AND SAW THAT I WAS BEING WHEELED DOWN A HALL. I THOUGHT THAT THEY THOUGHT I WAS DEAD AN! D THEY WERE TAKING ME TO THE MORGUE TO SAW MY BRAIN OUT AND CUT:ME UP rn AN AUTOPSY. I COULDN'T MOVE. I WAS FREAKIN IN MY:MIND. THEY ENDED UP PUTTING :ME rn A ROOM, WHEN I COULD OPEN MY EYES, I COULD SEE A BATHROOM A FEW FEET AWAY WITH A LIGHT ON. SOON I HAD TO HAVE A BOWEL MOVEMENT IN THE WORST WAY. I NEVER HAD TO GO 5/11/2004