Rex Verses Sahada the Satanic Alolo and the Kinder Garden Gestapo, Part IV

Hello every One and welcome to the Tuesday Tell a Vision Edition, thank King or Queen You for joining Me, the Gift of Your Presence is a Blessing to My House. We have quite the Picture to Paint for this Tuesday Tell a Vision Edition for Part IV of Our series, ‘Rex Verses Sahada the Satanic Alolo and the Kinder Garden Gestapo’. Let’s get right into it!

Catch up below…

Rex Verses Sahada the Satanic Alolo and the Kinder Garden Gestapo, Part I

Rex Verses Sahada the Satanic Alolo and the Kinder Garden Gestapo, Part II

Rex Verses Sahada the Satanic Alolo and the Kinder Garden Gestapo, Part III

After I hear the cell door clang, closing behind Me, I take a seat on the concrete, resting My forearms on My knees and consider what I should do now. It’s probably only eight o’clock in the evening, I’ve got a lot of time before the next morning, and probably an even longer wait tomorrow before I Will see a Judge.

One of the details I forgot to mention is that My shoes were removed before the frisk against the wall when I arrived, so I’m wearing My socks. I’m thankful they’re good socks with no holes. There is also a camera on the wall opposite the cell filming everything You do, including going to the washroom – if One needs to go, You are front and center stage for all the perverted pigs to watch. It’s an absolutely deplorable and degrading experience intended to demoralize You and (frankly) antagonize You with passive aggression. Solitary confinement is legitimately considered a form of torture and cruel and inhumane punishment – unless You are an innocent Man falsely charged with a crime, then it’s perfectly okay.

I’ve got one ounce of gold on Record with MOJAG for any unlawful (or unnecessary) detainment. Do You think if the officer told Me there was an arrest warrant for failing to appear for prints and gave Me the option of going with him to provide prints or having him execute the warrant, what option do You think most People would choose? Was I given that option? No? So the officer was unnecessarily escalating the situation with his initial interaction with Me. Remember, they are supposed to try and de-escalate any situation. He escalated the situation for no reason, threatening Me with harm for failing to comply, no opportunity to volunteer My Self peacefully, and he never did show Me a warrant. Still waiting for Virtual Crown to produce one. In fact, still waiting for the prosecutor to reveal his identity so that I can charge him for Registry fraud. I think I Will be as King for ten times the Gold because it isn’t actually an unlawful arrest, it’s kidnapping. None of these charges have been processed onto the Registry, which means they are Acting in their private capacity and using their profession to intimidate and cause intentional harm. I hope the arresting officer gets fired (after he pays Me 220 ounces of Gold). I’m guessing I was detained for roughly twenty-two hours.

There are cameras on You the entire time, everywhere You go. They want You to be agitated and angry because People do stupid things when they are agitated and angry. Of course I was agitated and furious with the situation, but there is nothing to do about it except try and sleep. So that’s what I did. I found the strangest looking position that was comfortable enough for about forty minutes at a time – then I would roll over to the other side for another forty minutes or so, repeating all night.

After about only twenty minutes or so, the same officer who frisked Me told Me to get up and come for prints. I do as he asks. The experience was mostly uneventful. He weighed Me, sat Me down on a chair in front of a camera and started as King of Me questions. What is My name, spell it for him (I emphasized upper and lower case again), My date of birth (which he concedes does not match his Record and I tell him it’s because they have the wrong person), I think he asked if I had any medical conditions or mental health issues they should know about, My phone number (which doesn’t match his records and I again tell them it’s because they have the wrong person), then he asks Me if I am married, single, common law and I think there was a fourth option but I could be wrong because I don’t remember what it was.

“Do I have to answer that question? Is it relevant?”

The dude has an absolute meltdown of a conniption fit, like I just broke the Man!

“You know what, forget it! I’m not playing these games with You if You don’t want to cooperate.”

I think I actually laughed, “I’m not refusing to cooperate, I’m happy to answer the question, I just I Wish to know if I’m required to. Tell Me it is and I’ll answer.”

“Forget it, just stand up where You are and We’ll get Your prints done.”

Now, I could have been as King if this part is mandatory, too – but I know they would tell Me it is even though it’s not. Why is it not? Well, the police Will tell You that it is mandatory and a routine part of police procedure under the ‘Identification of Criminals Act’ or something like that. The reason it is not mandatory (without One’s consent) is because it is a violation of One’s charter right to the presumption of innocence before the Law and prints are a very ‘personal’ part of Your property. Every Signature is worth something, every print is worth something. They are taking One’s property and as King of One to ‘identify’ as a criminal before the Crown has proved their case and contrary to the presumption of innocence Principal. That is quite literally presuming One’s guilt by having them ‘identify’ as a criminal before they have had their day in Court. I believe they should not have the right to order One to provide prints unless One has been convicted. Having said all of that, One would have to bring a Charter challenge to address it in Court and exercise Provision 24.1 which states that no code, statute or ‘act’ (Identification of Criminals Act) has the force of law to violate a Charter right or UN treaty obligation – to the extent that it does, it is to the extent of the violation, of no force or effect.

At this point I actually started making fun of him a little.

(Laughing) “Dude, You are Way too high strung for this job. I want to cooperate with You, I’m not trying to give You any difficulty whatsoever, I’m just as King questions. You were as King of Me plenty.”

He’s unfazed by My humour. I actually made a joke when I was first booked in when he told Me to look at the blue square on the floor and stand on it. When I looked down and saw the five squares connected by a single line I said,

“Oh, are We about to play hopscotch now?” It was a tough crowd, not a smirk from any One.

He finally gets all My prints and seemed to cool off after I stopped trying to make jokes before finally marching Me back to My cell and handing Me a black polyester-like jumpsuit that he called a blanket. I put it on and immediately felt warmer. I was surprised how much warmer it was. I lay back down and tried to sleep, the jumpsuit made big difference.

The night was long, loud and crazy. I spent the night sleeping from one side to the other basically every forty minutes or so all night. I never really felt like I slept but I know that I did because I didn’t feel tired the next day. There was a drunk who was yelling and screaming all night, insulting and annoying every One else trying to sleep which only provoked a few more People to start yelling back. Even when I wasn’t sleeping, I spent the whole night pretending I was and that none of it bothered Me. That’s exactly what One should do.

There are also no clocks and when I heard the first person ask the time, it was just coming up for seven o’clock and he said that breakfast would be coming soon. I hadn’t eaten anything yet and I know that Court starts at 8:30, so I figured We would be leaving for the Courthouse very shortly after breakfast and I was dying to eat and drink something (I was not touching that fountain). I sat up on the edge of the concrete slab, forearms on My knees and waited like that for breakfast to come.

Breakfast was a granola bar, a piece of banana bread with chocolate chips (which was actually surprisingly good) and a bottle of apple juice which tasted amazing for some reason. Shortly after that We were let out of Our cells one by one in single file and went through the booking procedure in reverse, placing Our wrists in cuffs and Our ankles in shackles. We were led out to a ‘paddy-wagon’ and I was led into a front cab area behind the driver’s seat (separated by stainless steel) with enough room on the bench for two more comfortably, maybe three if necessary. I got no One! I was very happy about that. I rode ‘shotgun’ alone while they filled up the rest of the back of the paddy wagon with whoever else was going.

In the next edition, You’ll hear about My meetings with Duty counsel, the John Howard Society, Duty counsel again, and how I finally got out and home to write about it for the Thursday Thing King Edition.

Thanks again for joining Me!

Love and Blessings,