Justice For Blu; in Defense of a Brother.
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As some of you may be aware, on November 1st, 2020, while in the line of duty, i was attacked by two men who displayed a particular lack of sound judgement and an aversion to reason. These two men were approached me in a threatening manner, and all too close, attempting to chase me away from a meeting where i was expressly invited by the organization’s lead speaker(pastor) with whom i had a scheduled lunch meeting with afterward. One of these two men proceeded to cite a mistaken understanding of the State covid mandates in an attempt to justify their continued harassment. The other one said he was harassing me because when I first walking in, i was not wearing a mask. Yet, he acknowledges waiting outside the washroom for where, when i exited fully masked. Typically enough, even as this guy was telling me that, his own mask was below his nose. Which, of course, i requested he wear his mask properly... as he was within 12 inches from my face at the time. This is the guy who told me that he was a flooring contractor., when i asked him what he did around there. Other than that, i knew nothing about these two, not even their names.
It appeared to me that these two men continued fishing for excuses to run me off. Yet, i am a fairly reasonable man, am able to communicate, and i have a job to do. As i have some experience in dealing with volatile masses, i sat down lower than the aggressor so as to counter balance the insecurity-based aggression with the humble demeanor and reasonable response. Plus, this speaks to the whole reason i why was there; that is, to rise to the challenge of our shared day according to this Faith given me.
Fortunately, i was invited by folks with more authority than these blokes obviously had. Nonetheless, a primary reason for my being there was to seek fellowship and coworkers... with the primary purpose of representing the truth and love of God in every opportunity we are given.
With that in heart, i attempted to reason with these two men, as they stood over me with unreasonable enmity.
Explaining to them that i had come there to listen to the sermon, and to meet with their pastor afterward, adding that i had a lunch date with him directly after that ‘church service’ concluded.
Seeking to satisfy the reasoning within their stated concern, i then inquired with a separate individual who was responsible for keeping the log of attendees for that hour is he had jotted my name down when i first entered. The grey haired gentleman said that he had not. So, asked him if he would do so at that time. He stated that he “already put the form in the box”. As per the actual state mandates concerning thequestion at hand, i then thought well enough to ask the grey haired gentlemen if there was room for me, or if they had reached the State mandates maximum number of attendees for such events? The two men who were had engaged me, and who were now standing within 18” of my right shoulder, then instructed the grey haired gentleman to not answer me. The older man then left the room without answering and without stepping in. Within moments, i requested and suggested that we simply sign me in, as i walked over to the front desk, near the front doors, where the older gentleman had been.
The main entrance doors were to my back, about three or four feet; and these two men standing in front of me, one within 18”, and the other within 32”. The closed sanctuary doors were approximately forty feet or so in front of me, and behind them. Again, i stated my reason for being there and that i was invited. Followed y a request that they go and speak with someone in charge. He said the pastor why invited me was busy. I then suggested they get one of the other pastors then. They dicelines and continued with there hostile reception, backing me further into the corner.
By then, it had become clear to me that these two men were trying to usher me in the wrong direction, while doing so under false pretenses, and seemingly seeking to secretly do so without proper authority. As they proved unreasonable, aggressive, and threatening... and as it was now only the three of us in the lobby.... i then attempted to call for assistance myself. At that, and at approximately 73 decibels, i raised my voice in order to call out two syllables; one word; the name of their pastor who invited me, “Aaron?!”.
As the second syllable passed my lips, i saw a quick flash of worry, immediately followed by anger, on the face of one of the two men. He then lunged toward me, grabbing me with both hands, as the other guy followed suit near immediately. These two men did then proceed to barrel my body backwards through the closed entrance doors.
It is also important to note that i way about 150lbs, with my boots on. These two men weigh a combined 425lbs; one at 205lbs, and the at 220lbs.
Once outside on the concrete landing, i struggled to stay on my feet as these two men continued in their attack. At that time, these two men drove me into a bolted down bench about ten feet away, they did so like two football players with a practice sled. Accept for when the lateral side of my knee hit the horizontal hardwood member of the bolt down bench, which was followed by immense and rather intense physical pain, accompanying by immediate cry of pain and an understandable concern for an important joint and limb.
As i lay crumple and cockeyed on that bench, i repeatedly cried out about my knee while pleading with them to get off of me. They continued to bear down onto me and into my now injured leg, and with all four hands on me. Half a dozen or so requests later, i desperately look around for help. Right then, i look into the face of a man who is peering out back at me through the window in the closed entrance doors. To him I turned my appeals. They also went unheeded.
That is when the two assailants mocked my cries and belittled my pain. At such a display of violence and cruelty, i straightened my face so as to not to cry to my torturer(s). Turning to one of my captors, i looked him straight in the eyes, and ordered to get off of me.
Failing to obey to my lawful order, i then issued a verbal warning.
Telling them, in no uncertain terms, that ‘i am about to defend myself!’.
Still, they continued to bear down on me, and against my will. So, my next option was to attempt to put distance between myself and my attackers. Somehow, i managed to force my way up off the bench just enough to slip out to my right and toward the parking lot.
Or, that was the aim anyway. Half way up and half a step to my right, i realized that i was not going to break away from their grasp. One of the two men noticed my sheath knife, which i then promptly secured in my own right hand.
Bearing in mind, that this is a small Benchmade knife w/ a tiny 2.7” blade. Simple a tool i carry everyday.
In addition to securing my knife and thereby preventing one of my assailants from doing so, i brought it out of the proverbial tool box as a deterrent, and never with with even the slightest intention of hurting anyone. It was my hopes that by displaying my knife, it would give my assailants enough paw to release their paws from me just enough for me to complete my escape maneuver. This all happened very quickly.
Once i realized that my last ditch effort was unsuccessful, i look at my knife in my right hands and a clear and resolute thought came to my mind, ‘Mister Blu, you are not going to use that on them’. From that moment forward, my singular objective was to safely remove that knife from the satiation, and away from all bodies involved. In my hesitation, one of the two assailants grabbed my right wrist, and i was brought down to my hands and knees. With my knife firmly in my right hand, and the blade contacting the concrete, i lamented the treatment of the expensive knife. It’s weird what crosses the mind in times such as these. After a moment or three, i was finally able to lift my knife from the concrete and toss it toward and beneath some small bushes lining the walk. At which time, i went down to my chest as a third man, the guy who was peering out the window at me, watching on, as his two buddies continued to injure me.
So, there i was, on my chest, on the concrete, disarmed, and under the weight of three men. (Nearly 750lbs, thereabouts.)
One of the original two assailants had control of my right arm and shoulder;
The second of the first two assailants had control of my left arm and shoulder, while also wrapping his arm around my neck;
And the third, even heavier man, was clumsily climbing and crawling atop my torso.
As they wrenched my body in all sort of unnatural ways, i struggled to breath beneath their weight, and sought to tell them as so, pleading with them to not hurt me. Concerned that my chest would collapse if i relaxed my torso muscles, all I could do was to try and lift my left shoulder in an attempt to relieve some pressure in my lungs.
At that point, the “flooring contractor” (and semi professional power-lifter) put me in an asphyxiating stranglehold from behind, while also pulling me backwards by the neck, arching my back against the weight of the 300lbs man on my back.
He held that for a moment or three before releasing the dangerous chokehold; and shortly thereafter the third man interloper punches me in the rightside-rear ribs two or three times. He later said it was four times, yet, i only registered two or three.
Already astounded and stunned by what was happening to me that Sunday morning, the same man who just hit me in the ribs, did then grab the hair at the back of head to hit my head and face in the concrete three times. One once. Not twice. Three times.
That is also when they said that the police were there. I was handcuffed, and pulled to my feet. Then placed is the backseat of a patrol car.
All the while, i was reporting to them that i had been assaulted.
After having my pockets emptied, one officer asked me if he could record my statement. To which i consented.
At this time, i noticed the three people who had recently injured me were standing and talking together over near the entrance doors. while three or four officers were hovering around me, the three perps were allowed to hang out with each other prior to being interviewed, or giving their statements. As it turns out, the third man who added his weight to the attack was an off duty police officer. Come to find out, he and one of the two initial assailants are acquaintances/buddies of the first officer to officer and the one who was interviewing me.
While giving my recorded statement, the only audio recorded statement that was taken that was taken that day, i explained what had happened in a fairly detailed summary, reporting the crimes that were committed against me by the three men. The same officer did attempt to direct my statement with inappropriate and inaccurate leading questions. He went on to dismiss my reports of specific crimes committed. Saying that he didn’t see that when he pulled up, and he doesn’t think anyone else saw it. Even going so far as to say that there was not evidence on my head or face to indicate that my head and face was hit in the concrete three times. Yet, in those same minutes, while offering my statement, another officer took a picture of my face clearly showing injuries to my face that are consistent with the injuries one might sustain when having the head and face hit on the concrete.
Corruption, ladies and gentlemen. Plain and simple. An active case study of what has been termed, ‘an old boys’ network’.
This is a frame job contrived for two purposes, so far as i can see. The first one being to cover up the crimes of their buddies, colleagues, cohorts, and fellow townies. The second purpose being to get around due process with regard to getting me out of their county and town.
so, in short, i was falsely arrested, thrown in a concrete cage without access to a working telephone for two day... without clean drinking water for 26hours, without food i can eat as per my religiously mandated dietary restrictions for seven days, without access to an attorney, and without adequate medical attention.
It was the early evening of November 7th before i was able to make bail. After going two miles to get my truck, i then drove to the next town over to clean myself up, and to eat. Once clean, and with a little food in my belly, i drove back to that town in order to finally to the Emergency Room. On the early hours of November 8th, after x rays, and Ct scams, i received confirmation a diagnosis of a fracture tibia, a torn ACL, and internal bleeding on the torso.
The latter resulted in hematoma (a big clot of blood) cause by the trauma to my torso. Which, of course, you now see why i make mention of their combined weight. When the doctor gave me that news, I turned my head t9 the side and wept a little at the realization... at the city formation... that they nearly killed me. That is not hyperbole.
the last couple of days in that concrete cage is when the torso pain was the worse. November 5,6,7,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, and 17 were the worst of the torso pain experienced. The injuries happened on November 1st. On day 5, it began to become increasingly worse. The first several days in that cage, as some of the pain from the more superficial torn muscles and such began to subside, coincided with when the torso pain began to get worse. So, I hoped it was just a contrast thing. What was drowned out, now I could hear better.
You see, i am not an MD, nor do i feign to be. Yet, a competent medical professional is what I needed, and was denied.
As it happens, the timeline is typical with injuries involving internal bleeding. And, left untreated, can and has led to the death of many.
The first time i spoke with my an attorney was not 7 til the day of the arraignment, on November 13th. Had they got ahold of me previously, I might have known I could have attended via zoom. As i traveled in significant pain to make that appearance.
Any how, I had been hoping to raise 25-35k to hire a competent and skilled trial attorney to come in and expose the true facts of this case.
Court appointed attorneys have worked against me. A true and verifiable statement.
So... at this point... it appears as though my best chances for a fair trial and effective representation will be to represent myself, pro se.
trusting in my God, and His Truth, for my salvation.
Doing this will be far less expensive. Yet, it will still cost nearly ten grand... as it is only prudent to enlist a private investigator, a paralegal, and jury/trial consultant... at the very least. Then there are miscellaneous fees; filing, copies, certified mail to serve and submit motions, and more.
Currently, i am attending several fronts. Trying to cram, digest, and otherwise comprehend the relevant law, codes, court rules, procedures, and more... is, well, it’s law school.
Yet,mi am trying to cram a significant amount of effective learning into a couple of months.
While ensuring other bases and fronts are covered. -
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People, please, if not for me..
Do it for the truth, the liberty of we, and justice for all.
Time is ticking.
share with me, and i will share with you an inside view... as you join me in this effort to represent, and to defend his faith i do have in the truth, the life, and the way that is good and true.
For Goodness’ Sake,
Mister B.
We are given to serve.
Not to serve the People’s wants, per se;
and certainly not the wanton desires of discordant men.
We are given to serve what be in the Best interests of we;
What needs-be, and the needs of we.
We cannot serve two master.
we cannot serve both the truth, and the false.
To even try does only serve the lie.
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The Love of God is meticulous;
The Love of God is True.
The Love of God is NOT reckless, as some have been deceived into preaching to tickle the ears of reckless kin.
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No lie will suffice;
And untrue ways or means will never serve the true end.
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‘One who justifies the wicked and one who condemns the righteous,
Both of them alike are an abomination to the LORD.’
-proverbs 17:11
‘The righteous is concerned for the rights of the poor;
The wicked does not understand such concern.’
-proverbs 29:7
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‘For though we walk in the flesh, we do not wage battle according to the flesh, for the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of fortresses. We are destroying arguments and all arrogance raised against the knowledge of God, and we are taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ...’
-2corinthians 10:3-5
Questions, comments, concerns, and/or criticism are welcome.
After unsuccessfully seeking support and legal representation elsewhere, i must now turn to strangers for a financial contribution, appealing to countrymen and kin alike, praying that God puts it on your heart to stand for up with me against these injustices, and for the truth.
Rest assure, i harbor no ill will toward my assailants, nor any others who have wronged me, and i am thankful that know one was hurt as much as i was, or worse.
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Feel free to leave your questions, comments, concerns, and/or criticism as well.
Security in Truth’s Transparency!
Kindly, Mister Blu.
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The time sensitive and pressing concern is to be exonerated, and to no longer be in legal jeopardy is the priority in context.
Anything contributed beyond this express need will be directed to philanthropic projects and/or organizations that benefit and advocate for the liberty of we, and justice for all.
Find it in your heart, and do dig deep;
Ensure justice is done among His sheep.
May the truth prevail
And justice not fail.
To serve the life well,
Ring that Liberty bell.
S.D.G., ‘yo!
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Little children, let’s not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth. -1 John 3:18
