To Cocoa Beach Police Officers G. Ogden (please, split that name - 
og split den, because Ogden is not a cognate of God), L. Keene, J. Vitek,
in-form-ant H. Koons and DEA Agent (Thomas or David?) 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 shit.
For example, her dad, JD, 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. 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 Netherton-Di*ht*n, 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. John
would not help her or her kids in any way. He 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." When he saw she had new boobs, he was suddenly
protective. "You stay away from my daughter!" (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 she 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 the cops probably drool over
as 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 twenty
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 the police.
Officer G. Ogden arrived. I said I would not press charges if he would simply
retrieve my property. He told me to wait in my apartment.

I went back over to my apartment (we lived in facing duplexes) determined not
to even look over there on the advice of an officer who had been there a week
earlier to keep me from shooting the bastard. Not the same officer.

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 thought they may have, somehow, hid it from the cop and 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 the 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. Ogden's report states,
"WHICH HE ALWAYS LEFT OPEN!", a false, exculpatory statement exonerating
trespassing by anyone. The capitalization and emphasis are his. Might his
statement have come from the fact the suspect was an attractive female,
and that he recorded 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.

It appears Ogden falsified the report and took the property which he
was supposed to recover, in order to remove the evidence to cover for her.
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
two other girls I knew gave lawyers sexual favors to get charges dropped.

Og-split-den could have performed his duties and "gotten some" after,
but he probably wouldn't have gotten any without his badge.
Later, Ogden gave my diary to Wheeler and probably told him
he got it from some girl who stole it. Wheeler must have
realized Ogden's story was a lie, but he shirked his duty
to pass any suspicions he had to CBPD for investigation.
Instead, he sent an undercover cop to entrap me.
Go ahead and charge me with something.
Where's the evidence?
Don't worry about my loss,
I've made a copy from memory.

Ogden, you went in there and DIED, G.
You remember those fine legs. Those breasts.
Golden hair. Her daddy's tender gaze.
Those angelic cheeks puffing up,
like a "blow dryer". She shucked you.

Listen:

G. Ogden (in the monkey and the weasel):
"Goddamn, that's bright as f**k
(white derriere with a G.E.D).
We'll just crawl up her... (blink, blink)
It's dark as a mutherf**ker in here.
(pinch nose) Damn!
OMG!"
Hickory, dickory dock
Her mouth ran up the crotch
To whisper in his rear
and pop a wheelie.

Later, Ogden dumped the book on Wheeler
either because he panicked with the thought of getting caught,
or he knew it didn't matter that your department knew the truth.

Ogden, you are hers, now. Whether she was ogama (Swedish unwilling) or she
seduced you, she got your consent, and you stole the property you were to retrieve.
Your action justifies evil for everyone. This is read over the entire world
spelled p-l-a-n-e-t. Sameness in motion attracts itself.
Keep doing things in your mind, and others might do them.
One thing is for sure, you will never let go of the memory.
But, you read something in my Record Book I told to girls I knew:
"Act innocent and it will rub off on you."
With whom girls have affairs is their business,
but my property is my business.

For any officer to even attempt to get away with such a thing indicates
a lack of discipline and peer pressure within the department. 
All you other cops say, "I'd be ashamed", as you try to tie into it.
Keep covering (f)Ogden(t)'s ass, and you'll turn into toilets.
Eventually, something bad will drop on you from above.
Think about it. cop + flow = cowflop.
Does it hurt? (to think). Never mind.
Just do as you're told.>
Bust the guilty cop.

"Butt, we're cops. We have badges, and he's a bro," u-sed.
The badge, like a driver's license is a privelage, not a right.
But, that passes through your heads like breeze through a fan.
You try to slip behind, thinking, "You called us, so we get your might."
You try to coerce our consent, forgetting your oath to protect our right not to.

Putting your shoes on (anybody's shoulders) makes you feel ten feet tall, huh.
That's what priests do as they (par)take away sins all night and day long. Oh yeah.
Saying, "We gave your property back", does not give it back, but admits you have it.

Are those your heels? Guess what? While you were oggling over my diary, I taped
a picture of myself to yer behind-spot. Don't believe me? Just look and see.
Didja git 'im? Hah! Fooled you. It's a picture of your mom, naked.
You looked that time, Baron.
Don't fart or the tape will blow off in yer face.

I-sed:
Ought nought got nought no more.
OuGhtn oughta do that, soggy doughnut.
G. (n)Ogden(t) is a turd solid launched from CBPD, Keene and Vitek are
pre-woke era retards, Koons is a snake and Wheeler is an officerdo (Mexican
for police). Is Wheeler the agent who forced 17 year old Rachel Hoffman to her
death in a failed drug sting?

Are you, Wheeler, trying to send people for your name sake? You know, so
you can stir them up, borrow from them and "drive the demons out of them"
from behind? Do you think you are staying in our "lain"?
Getting in somebody else's lane is what causes anger and accidents.
Barging in on someone else's lain causes heartache and even murder.
Again, world is spelled p-L-A-N-E-t.
Does reading someone's diary and knowing something about
them make any of you a psychic?
Read this:

"Wheel" is old English for the earlier German "Rad",
Spanish "rueda" Latin "rota", Swedish "ratt", etc.
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.
Isn't "wheeler" short for "(wood rim) wechseler (changer)?
¿Lees? Are you a psychic, yet?

Is K-00-ns quiet as a Toe-mouse
talking to central via shoehorn?
We see. How typically British.
We are not wheat to stalk. That tire iron is not a spine.


Guess who is trying to get me to forgive it to
feel I obeyed him and to tell everyone their sins
are forgiven and paid for to appear their savior.
(Him, too, but I was going to say Biden.)

(f)Ogden(t), I do not accept any apology from you.
You are not remorseful for any harm you may have caused.
You are only sorry for yourself for having been exposed.
The point is, since you did it once, you'll do it again,
Netherton and his daughter both remember the pact you made.
D*ght*n, there is no dignity in being a cuck.
Watch you don't hurt yourself with that "saw".
Only you three saw it and will never leave the place you "saw".
You will tell on yourselves in your hearts everytime you remember it.
John Nethertoes Daughterton
You are a pig, G. Ogden.
Not her, YOU, Ghoul-og.

Let's let everybody in on it.

Oh! A few days 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 shape 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.

The police here and elsewhere get dumber, less competent and less understanding.
But, their guns and badges make them cops. Government will take if you don't
obey, so cops think they can take if she doesn't kiss Mr. Happy? Teenage girls
are engaging in vengeance shootings, largely because examples set by
law enforcement cause girls to despise police. Is that too hard
for those in or out of uniform to comprehend?
That was a rather feeble, "No."

Did I just hear a cop say, "well, she sed she would..."?

Here are some words ending in u-sed that suit you:
paused, confused, caused, accused, aroused, refused, housed, abused, doused, ... amused.

No wonder you get called "pigs" behind your backs.
Look in your rearview mirror,
Better get some. "Who-SED that...!"

Steve McLain (signature on a scotch-taped picture)

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 by a truck
doing 50 mph, and I'm convinced you are pigs.
Clean up your own back yard instead of rooting into others.
And all you who necessitate police presence, F**k you, too.
Thank you.

P.S.
I notified Special Agent C. Shephard of FDLE. I suggested all he needed to do
was find the book, and he could trace it back to the time of its theft. That
would eliminate the need for preliminary interviews. He told me he would get on it,
but it takes time. It's been over a year now, and he does not respond to my
inquiries. If the police are not corrupt, Shephard shouldn't be too busy. Right?
If you people at DEA in Omaha, Nebraska ever muster up the moral fortitude to
return my Record Book, please contact Special Agent Christopher Shephard in
the Melbourne Office of Florida Department of Law Enforcement. He can email me.

The moral of the story is:
Buying a girl breast implants to bolster her self esteem
really is making a mountain out of a moehill.
Calling the police was my worst mistake ever.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease,
It's a waste of taxpayer money.