To Cocoa Beach Police Officers G. Ogden (in your case, translated
"ogama - Swedish unwilling (to do his job) or og-end  or oh-godd**n,
L. Keene, J. Vitek, in-form-ant Harry Koons and DEA Agent Wheeler
The Whispering Pigs:
This is Steve McLain.
Let's just Share sumthin'.
I know you have my RECORD BOOK.
I called you because I was fed up with years of a female and her daddy's theatrics.
Her dad, JD, was pulling wires off my motorcycle, pointing a shotgun at me
and constantly threatening me, none of which happened when I got him a temporary
job working for my dad (R.I.P.), sold him a car for dirt cheap, co-signed for
her car, bailed her out of jail, got her into college, and helped pay for the
abortion of one of her dud boyfriend's kids, but only after I bought her some
boobs. The boobs were to help her earn more money as a waitress, but after
she got them she bacame a little strumpet.
JD and I even surfed together until she told me about herself. She told
me how her dad, at 16, and her mom, at 15, had both quit high school to raise
her. He got a job, but spent all his money on cigarettes, pot and beer, so her
mom left him. Her daddy, John Dighton (this is not about him or her),
tiki- carver/carpenter, had abandoned her to his sister when she was two,
and she got passed from family to family until she got raped and impregnated
by a son of one of the families, Donald Green, who threatened her with
homelessness if she did not submit. She finally moved back with her dad.
One night after JD was passed out drunk, a certain Donald Ayers, whom she
had dated once, broke into her bedroom and forced himself upon her,
getting her pregnant and moving in. That's not a typo. JD let the creep with
a Section 8 (mentally unfit for service) Discharge from the Marines move in with them.
JD once told me, "You have to watch out for my daughter. She's a weasel... (chug on a
beer). Not only that... but she stinks when she makes love." I did an abrupt
about_face straight to my apartment and quit surfing with him. When he saw she
had new boobs, he was like "You stay away from my daughter!" trying to cut (saw)
me off from her while forgetting she came to me for help. I did not chase her.
(There are many psychology books written about men who feel
no shame in chasing daughters they earlier abandoned.) 

I felt sorry for her because of all she had been through. One instance being
she and I had paid off her $800.00 traffic fines and had gotten her license back.
She was told she was good to go at the license bureau. Two days later she got
pulled by a Cocoa Beach cop who thought her daughter in the front seat should
be in a restrainer (more likely because Sharon was a long-haired blonde). The cop
radioed it in. His dispatch said her daughter did not have to be in such a seat,
but her license had been suspended because of points. He arrested her, and she
lost her license for another year. There are dozens more such incidents,
many of which are in my RECORD BOOK, which you cops probably drool over,
and there are several other dramas with other females recorded.

Her (most likely her daddy) stealing my briefcase while I was away for half an
hour was the last straw. She had come over saying her dad was mad at her for
talking to me. I told her I had to go to work, but I'd leave my back door open
if she needed to escape him. (I always locked both doors.) I rode to work to
find we did not have to work that evening. The whole trip took about fifteen
minutes. The first thing I noticed was my briefcase was gone. I knew they took
it. I went over to them and said, "O.K. give me back my briefcase." Now, her tone
was bitter. "We don't have it" and shut the door. Fed up, I called you police.
Johnny-bravo-type G. Ogamabad-ants-in-the-pants arrived. I said I would not
press charges if he would simply retrieve my property. He told me he would
"take care of it" and to wait in my apartment. I did, believing without seeing.

Over an hour later, he returned wearing dark sunglasses, which he did not
have on before (is was dusk now) and told me she didn't have it.
When I asked him, "Did you check your trunk?",
he yelled at me "I SED she doesn't have it!'
(Sharon-E-D are the female's initials.)
He lied.
He left.

At first, I let it go. I wasn't worried about it. Pissed, but not worried.
I did not call your department with my suspicions as I know several Officers
go to the Inner Room Cabaret on "Police Night" and would cover for him.
So, thinkung Sharon may have, somehow, hid it from the cop, I could get it later.
However, under-Cover-Employee Koons, under the direction of Wheeler, confronted
me with trick questions concerning topics of no legal bearing, but which nobody
without my diary would have known. There can be no doubt Ogden took it,
and you police are unlawfully holding my property from me. 

I went to  your department. It took 45 minutes watching a female officer
dart from office to office to get a police report. Your report states,
"WHICH HE ALWAYS LEFT OPEN!", a false, exculpatory statement exonerating
trespassing by anyone - a statement that could only have come from the mind
of a soggy doughnut. The capitalization and emphasis are yours and are
obviously a key point with which your fellow cops were to play along.
The fact is the suspect was an attractive female, and
Ogden did record spending over an hour and a half
searching her 600 square foot apartment with her present.
The report was verified by Vitek and entered by Keene,
both having disregarded the false exculpatory statement.
In total, that makes at least five officers in violation of
18 U.S. Code 241 and 242. She, and her daddy, make seven persons.
Reading my Record Book is an illegal "warrantless search"
as set forth by Arizona vs. Hicks 480 U.S. 321 (1987).

It appears Ogden gave Sharon the same option Donald Green gave her.
He had a badge and a gun. Do you understand? Ogden had a gun! He did
not have to draw it, not with all the news of what happens to detainees
who do not comply with the "requests", right or wrong, of cops with guns.
Read about the Stanford Experiment of 1971. Two groups of normal human beings
- group 1 to play wardens, and group 2 to play detainees - were formed. It took
only six days to shut down the experiment due to cruelties inflicted upon group 2.
Normal human beings. The world could be more normal if normal people would
quit painting it evil in order to play hero. Discipline is supposed to
distinguish officers among normal human beings.

Afterwards, Og falsified the report and hid the property which he
was supposed to recover, in order to "protect" her from Justice , den.
But, his doing that indicates his having fulfilled every cop's dream. That is,
getting a beautiful, intimidated, ignorant-of-her-rights female in isolation,
not counting her daddy who was never really there, where no-one can see how you
manage to get her consent, or to cuck a threesome to avoid jail time. Sharon and
several other girls I knew, all of whom had been sexually abused since childhood,
as had Sharon's mother, gave lawyers sexual favors to get charges dropped.
(It is very sad, because such girls learn that the refusal to submit to niceness
results in the use of force.) One of those lawyers died in a car crash along
with a friend of hers in which they, doing an estimated 100 mph, slammed head-on
into a vehicle killing all a family of four and leaving his own wife and
children without insurance. It was in the paper.

Ogden, you went in there and DIED, G.
You remember those fine legs. Those breasts.
Golden hair. Those angelic cheeks puffing up,
like a "blow dryer". Her daddy's tender gaze.
You made her eat your Genes, G,
Then, you came over and lied to me.

Later, after treating my RECORD BOOK like a voodoo doll,
you dumped it on Wheeler either because you panicked with
the thought of getting caught, or you knew it didn't matter
that your department knew the truth.

You probably told him you confiscated it from some female detainee
you busted (a nut on). Wheeler new it was a lie, because I told Koons
that Ogden had taken it and that your whole department was corrupt,
but he didn't question it due to the guidance of the police department.
Instead, he sent an undercover cop, Koons, to entrap me at the
family motel where I worked. With what evidence?
A book stolen by a cop who says "who cares" ?
That's the same hateful mentality as the DEA
agent who sent 17 year old Rachel Hoffman
to her death in a failed drug sting.
Don't think you have my mind,
I've made a copy from memory,
some of which is typed above.

Reading someone's diary does not make you a clairevoyant, Og.
Is that your convertible? I don't know. I've never seen it.

Does your wife, Dor-o-knob, know?
Eventually, she will read this.
Or a friend will point it out to her,
and it will answer the many questions
she's had about your behavior
and why your feet were so soggy.
Unless she is as corrupt as you are.
Did you "control your body and,
thus, the situation" with Sharon?

Whutcha gonna do now? Keep her in your shoe
and beguile us with "you sed" from behind?
There's a picture of me in your mind, Ogden.
Don't believe me? Just look and see. Didja git 'im?
Don't fart or the tape will blow off in your face.
You lead. We'll lag WAAAY behind.

With whom girls have affairs is their business,
(unless girls are forced. Then its everyone's.)
but my property is my business.
You just bought what.

The badge, like a driver's license is a privelage, not a right.
You have to earn it.

Does that pass through your head like breeze through a fan?
Getting behind and putting your size_whatever on people makes you feel ten feet tall, huh.
Saying, "We gave your property back", does not give it back, but admits you have it.
You cops say, "I'd be ashamed", yet form a queue to investigate.
Handing me a Bible with a note, "That's the only book you need"
is not sufficient when it basically says run from the situation,
and God will take care of it. Its like a group of Corsicans offering protection.
Once you accept, you owe it forever. And the "Divinely Installed" generally
ignore it. The only things I ever got from scripture are shoes and socks on my
shoulders, learned helplessness and to be server to the misers who wrote it.
Don't expect Jesus to fetch it. He steals from Peter to pay Paul everyday.
Actually, the real Jesus fought the Romans, but nobody wants to hear that.
You have to eat body and drink blood to be accepted.

Trustworthiness is as high as you can get.
I knew I should have gone over to check, but I trusted the matter
would be taken "care of". It was life's way of telling me that I
have to watch a cop's every move.
Before that time, I donated yearly to several police charities
including yours. Now I piss on the thought of being a cop.

Wheeler, my name does not mean a portion of the road to "stay in".
Nor does yours mean "vehicle".

The original Sumerian "keklos"
and cognates: 
Proto-Slavic: kolo
Proto-Balto-Slavic: kaklas,
Proto-Indo-Iranian: čakrám
Phrygian: κίκλην (kíklēn)
Proto-Tocharian: *kuk(ä)le
Tocharian A: kukäl
Tocharian B: kokale
Ancient Greek: kúklos etc.,
predate "wheel" by thousands of years,
Later, it became Latin "rota",  Spanish "rueda",
German "Rad", Swedish "ratt", etc.
"Wheeler" comes from wood rim wechseler (changer)".
Wheelers were sent to replace the Irish by Cromwell, got disgusted
with the British and stood against them in the American Revolution.
You should remember that.

I read you, too, and you are now accessory to crime.
What's in Omaha, Nebraska? My book.
I see a short, chubby, black female
in uniform. Zip-lock bag.
Metal filing cabinet.
Second drawer from the bottom.
By the way, I did get a concealed carry permit
in spite of your impedence.
But, I digress.

Oh! A while ago, a lady-friend of mind was given a ticket by Cocoa Beach
Parking Enforcement for parking at her friend's house, behind a "Watch for
Pedestrians" sign. He said the diamond-shaped sign was a right-of-way sign.
She argued, correctly, that it was only a warning sign as defined on FDOT's
website. The Enforcement agent got beligerent, so she called the Cocoa Beach
Police. The officer who arrived did not know what the sign meant, so he called
his chief, who also did not know. She was issued the ticket and had to go online
to arrange her own court date. The judge immediately dismissewd the charge.


I don't apologize for the rant, and I shouldn't be the only one pissed.
I've been slammed against fences, been given a false breath test within an FPL
power station after passing a field sobriety test, slammed to the ground for
exercising my right to free speach, had police guns pointed to my head for saying no,
been laughed at as I sat bleeding on a jail cell floor after being hit
in my back by a truck doing 50 mph, walking 10 miles from Melbourne to
a joint in Cocoa Beach and getting arrested for having bloody clothes
and for not having any I.D. on me. Instead of taking me to a hospital,
they threw me in jail.
Clean up your own act instead of being another example of Kingdom's crap.
Find something constructive to do with your short time on Earth.

P.S.
I notified Special Agent C. Shephard of FDLE. I suggested all he needed to
do was get an affidavit from Wheeler stating Ogden had given him the book.
That would eliminate the need for preliminary interviews. He told me he would get
on it, but it takes time. It's been years now, and he does not respond to
my inquiries. If the police are not corrupt, Shephard shouldn't be too busy. Right?
I think he was insulted by me advising him "professionally" and dropped the case.
If you people at DEA in Omaha, Nebraska ever find time to do the right thing by
returning my Record Book, please contact me at rowyerbote@gmail.com. You may
keep the briefcase and the rest of the contents. 

To anybody else reading this: Cops keep such matters "in house"
and fantasize about the possibility of being in such a situation.
So do lawyers and even some judges. Please ostracize Ogden.
I pray that we can deliver such girls as Sharon from
predators and especially from the police -
Normal Human Beings.
Thank you.

Steve McLain