I smell bacon

 Anybody else smell bacon?

I’ve not yet begun to blog…

 I woke up wondering how my old friend hateful Herbie is…hope all is well in Backwardassfield and krooked Kern kounty.  Please see to it he receives this message so he can publish another article in my honor   I know I’ve inspired him on so many occasions…

This is gonna be so much fun because my files go on and on.  

More creative than Spielberg…

 I’ll keep connecting the dots as to why the district attorney would never investigate my allegations or return my phone calls.  Why Not?  

My former employer lives next door to the former district attorney who was voted out of office due to the loss of public trust, yet remains a secure fixture with the top cop in the county   Fact.  I left that place of employment after an injury I sustained due to negligence and these heartless slave drivers refused me adequate time to recover.  Fact. 

They don’t even know me except for some has been drunk CHP officer who thought it was fun to threaten me multiple times and use his personal connections to the DA and law enforcement to harass me everywhere I went.  You should ask him why. 

 Here is a tip for CHiPs that old motherfucker ain’t right in the head and he had a personal vendetta against me just like he did with Bruce Sons. Richard Maxwell was an acquaintance of mine too. He was a good cop and this drunk was not, otherwise Richard would be alive right now.  I know it’s a tough cross for him to carry and he lost his mind along with the right to carry a pistol, but he will manage with another shot of crown Royal.  

Believe whatever you want but facts are facts fearless and I have a boatload of them.  

Forget about it

 I dig it, they think we should all forget about the now retired evil little officer of the court and her criminal husband she married after spending 30 years in the can. They want you to forget about their amateur night shenanigans, now more than ever.  

Forget about it.  

Sweep it under the rug.   

Deeply in debt but they weren’t trying to clip my ass for the money.  Oh no.

  Meanwhile these diabolical monsters walk among you, one drawing a public pension the other ripping people off running scams.  

Just forget about that…

Both of them belong in prison, by god.  

Just forget about it.  

I left the area but that didn’t stop my former sister the disgraced Kern county probation officer from tracking me down, coming here and running her evil filthy sewer of a mouth about me to anybody who would listen.  

You know how people talk. 

 I’m about to give you something to talk about for real.  

You can take the yellow ribbons down Ma, your boy is finally home.   

People always run away from someone trying to murder them and that’s a fact.  But if she wasn’t trying to do something to harm me then why did she track me down to spread her negative fertilizer to all my neighbors without contacting me?  

It’s not looking good.  I have physical evidence. 

Under the color of her authority she had me locked up for a week when I was set to testify in a felony arson case.  Fact.  The same week I was detained was the same week the case was adjudicated   Fact.  I think she poisoned me. Fact.  I mean she sure had an interest in seeing me remain in custody and she used her connections through the county to do it.  

Was it Out of concern when she fed me some kind of drug provided by her husband?  

She is married to the son of a meth cook who went to prison for kidnapping a child for ransom. I think they are full of crap.

I’ll be here when you’re done throwing up.  

Don’t let me steal your Joy during this holiday season, but when you try to kill your brother through your piece of shit husbands you don’t get to live happily ever after.  

It’s a slam dunk case I put together and dropped in your lap, just in time for Christmas.  

I’ve got a book out this madness, I’m down 80 pounds, working out, eating less, walking tall and looking good.  I landed a job before I had a place to live and show up clean shaven smelling good every single day but I’m the nutcase here? My life goes on exactly as it did prior to all this because I’m a good person and a hard worker. Forget about it…

Who would compose such filth without a shred of evidence to prove it.  Not this guy. I know what libel is, when you have a confirmed nazi prison gang member and his old lady with a badge trying to wack you; you expected me to just lay here and take it? 

Well, your case of the red ass is only beginning.  I’m praying for the day to come where they are buried under the jail so deep they have to pump sunlight to their sorry asses.  We all know that day will never come because my life isn’t worth shit to the county of Kern.  Out there it’s always blame the victim first mentality.  This clown is a rat who snitched out his gang to gain freedom and she’s a corrupt cop who was helped him get out.  Put her on a polygraph if it’s not true, then compare it to the evidence of cdc visiting records and phone calls.  

Some people need to be spoon fed.  

They had motive and opportunity, and I have the evidence.  This is fine.  

Sweep it under the rug

 Did you guys hear about the two cops busted in Bakersfield for selling dope?  Let’s just sweep that under the rug.  They’ll never see a day behind bars.  Fuck, they’ll probably create a film praising their actions.

In case you thought I was kidding, it really is a treacherous hive of scum and villainy and that’s only the tip of the iceberg.  A fish rots from the head down and nobody is left here with the will to root out corruption because they are all so compromised.   That’s all.  

I only hit you because I love you…you’ll thank me later. 

Bakersfield vs. Oildale

 Hookers and construction workers get the joke.

My message of love reached the corporate level. That’s far out, man.

 “Yep, it really smells that bad” was all I could say.  I didn’t leave Bakersfield as much as it left me. I’ve never lived in a more treacherous hive of scum and villainy.  They don’t even bother to feed you to the lions they just run you over and leave the scene. 

You have to be Rambo to go shopping all tactical about where you park at certain time of the day in a certain neighborhood to avoid drama and then add in homeless people like zombies with whatever drugged up horse shit they are pulling and I just couldn’t take anymore. I used to play the song The World is a Ghetto by the LA band War. 

You got one choice, Bakersfield or Oildale.  I’ll take door three, I’m out baby.  It doesn’t matter where this hayride ends.  Look at the world and it’s kinda bad right now or is it just me?  The world is a ghetto. 

Update:  I’m living peacefully in Taft, this is fine.  

It’s a long way back to Bakersfield

Went out on the town looking for some thrills

when somebody jerked a pistol and a man got killed 

now I’m hiding out in the rolling hills 

and it’s a long way back to Bakersfield

I’m out in them old Lost Hills

 because I don't want my face on the evening news 

living on my own

stuck on the run and dreaming of you.

You don’t need a compass to know which way the wind blows, 

and you don’t need a map to follow your nose.

The smell will lead you right back, to Bakersfield,

armpit of California (some goat roper stole that line too)

 Come on in Johnny, we'd like to talk to you…

No thanks, I will have to get back to you

Supper is on the stove and your sister is here

waiting on me to hang up on you.

My life as it should be, is a long long way from there.  

Goodbye.

Living a lonely life 

stuck on the run and dreaming of you 

because it’s a long way back to Bakersfield. 

I never used a semi colon I didn’t like.