The LMPD Sux video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kwytF79zvw&list=UU2-C9Yta9YmGzSQQIU6fRCA
2001. January 9. Johann
“Kit” Steimle and his wolf-packing plain clothes “VIPER”
squad mob, similar to the rogue independent ungoverned-by-civilians
VIPER militia (no police review board, like in Cincinnati, which took
a riot to get) running Louisville right now, executed Clifford Lewis
Jr. Clifford Lewis Jr. was jumped by a wave of white men with guns
drawn, at least 7 thugs, who never identified themselves as police.
Johann Steimle was the only one charged with a crime. Clifford Lewis
Jr. had no drugs in his system, no weapons, nor was he charged with
any crime. The Grand Jury of Louisville buried this case, and it
never went to trial.
2010. November. Greg
Fischer is elected Mayor of Louisville.
2011. April 21. Little
tiny sickly 45 year old sickle cell anemic Leon Brackens was beat up
viciously by 4 unidentified Louisville police officers on the
Watterson Expressway (named after Henry Watterson, a member of the
KKK, best pals with Nathan Bedford Forrest), where Breckenridge Lane
(named after the slave owning aristocracy) intersects it. 26
Louisville public officials are named in the civil lawsuit.
2011. October 28. Mayor
of Denver announces Robert White as Denver's new police chief. This
leaves Louisville without a Police Chief for several months.
2012. February 12.
Steve Conrad is chosen by newly elected Greg Fischer to lead
Louisville's Police Force.
2012. June. Leon
Brackens, 1 year, 2 months later, succumbs to the injuries gifted to
him by the LMPD, and dies.
2012. September 20.
VIPER squad is founded by Johann “Kit” Steimle, Greg Fischer, and
Steve Conrad. Johann “Kit” Steimle is the man who gunned down
Clifford Lewis Jr. in 2001. VIPER squad is snakelike in name,
appearance, as well as substance, since they're rogue special teams
militia, who operate above the law, and have a license to kill, and
have used their power to murder once before. VIPER is just like “The
Shield”, a corrupt cop organization, who, in the end, does the
right thing. Quentin Tarentino's Kill Bill also has the Deadly Viper
Assassination Squad.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deadly_Viper_Assassination_Squad.
The VIPER's main focus is getting illegal guns off the streets,
enforcing the Obama gun grab everybody's been afraid of.
2012. December 7.
Johnathan Daniel Masters-Gripshover was attacked by undercover
LMPD—Joel Casse and Aaron Browning—for no reason whatsoever. Just
for existing. I'm 100% innocent. I did nothing wrong. Except I didn't
complete my citizen's arrest, or run away. That's it. That's the
lessons I learned from this bullshit ordeal.
2014, February 7.
Johann “Kit” Steimle is fired from VIPER squad. Rumors say he
spoke anti-asian remarks.
http://www.wdrb.com/story/24840770/head-of-louisville-metro-police-viper-unit-on-administrative-reassignment
2014. September 2.
Louisville is named one of the top 50 cities for being
“bicycle-friendly”.
http://www.wdrb.com/story/26429220/louisville-ranked-on-best-list-for-bicycle-friendly-projects
2014. September 10.
VIPER squad runs over a man on a bicycle for buying marijuana on the
street. The man is in critical condition.
http://www.wlky.com/news/intersection-near-smoketown-neighborhood-blocked-after-pedestrian-hit/27987512
The best argument for
justice for me is to reverse the roles. What is good for the goose,
is good for the gander. The Golden Rule says that we should do to
others as we want them to do to us. When I spoke this argument to
Judge Delahanty (aka Colonel Sanders), he didn't have any rebuttals,
and instead, started to threaten that I needed to leave the
courtroom, which I happily did, while saying, “Thanks Your Honor”.
Even my biggest hater was convinced of this argument. Before I
offered that argument, Delahantey wanted to let me know that he
wanted me to go to jail, and even though I didn't go to jail, he was
happy that my nose was broken, since he felt I deserved it, for
hitting “a little guy”. Delahanty said he would have just
submitted, and let the thugs do as they pleased to him.
To see the injustice of
the thing, just reverse the roles. If I was driving in a car, sitting
at a stop sign for a duration, and then all of sudden, pulled a crazy
car manuever, a donut in the middle of the street, and tried to run a
cop over, who was properly and legally crossing the street, and
yelled at that bitch ass piece of shit to get out of the road, and
when he said no, I drove around him, and jumped out into the middle
of the road... what would happen to me? What would you think of my
motivations? I just wanted a chat? Or perhaps, I wanted to beat that
bitch ass piece of shit up? I mean... that punk ass cop told me “fuck
you”, and didn't jump out of the way of my car. He deserves a
beatdown from hell.
Louisville Prosecutor
Mr. Price made a huge deal that “even still” you didn't believe
that they were the police after they said it.
So after driving like a
dumbass, trying to murder a bitch ass cop pedestrian, who thinks he
can just cross the road legally anytime he wants to, in order to walk
peacefully to the store (what a dumbfuck!) with my 2,000 pound
bullet, cussing at them, as a professional police officer does, “get
the fuck out of the road!”, and jumping out, in the middle of the
street (not off to the side, as Joel Casse lied about), wearing
flannel and a baseball cap...
...after all of that,
if I claimed, as a plain clothes person, as I am now, driving an
unmarked car, as I do everyday, that I was the police, would you
believe me? Is that how a police officer is supposed to behave? They
didn't act like police. They didn't look like police. To be skeptical
of psychopathic blood thirsty cocksuckers who just tried to run you
over, and jumped out in the middle of the road to fight you, is
smart, and had I remained skeptical, perhaps this would have unfolded
differently. But I fucked up, and submitted to these psychopathic
bloodthirsty lunatics, and they fucked up my face, turning me into a
monster, an ugly disgusting creature, like Joan Rivers, I didn't even
look my own species. I didn't want to go outside, and having my nose
on my ear affected everything I did, including school, and
relationships.
Of course it's clear
what happened, and what they were doing. Of course it is. Justice is
supposed to be blind. The Rule of Law says that nobody is above the
law, if we actually lived in a functioning democracy. Even Boone
County cops are murdering 19 year girls, for no apparent reason, and
the local politicians are doing all they can do to cover up their
crimes. They haven't even presented this to the grand jury, and no
“good” cops have protested this murder, because there's no such
thing as a good cop. Samantha committed the ultimate crime, the same
crime I committed: she did not obey. But Tyler Brockman was fully
dressed, with a cop car, with sirens, and lights. I was being jumped
by thugs. I had no idea who they were. Nobody would have. Ian
Stedimeyer would have beat the shit out of the thugs if they did to
him, what they did to me.
I believe having
Meshawn testify wouldn't be a bad thing. She would testify that I
wasn't mad, I didn't say any angry word to her, and that I wasn't
drunk.
I have suffered plenty,
and it's bullshit. After the incident, I go to the hospital, where
the EMS laughed at me, and made jokes. The doctors refused to serve
me, and I went to jail, still bleeding out of my nose. While I was
being released, the Jailers, for the 3rd time, frisked us
(I guess in case we found a weapon inside the jail, and was going to
take it out with us?). While we were lined up on the wall, I was
talking to the man next to me about what happened to me, and two
jailers were sitting off to the right of me, not realizing I was
talking to the man to my left, and started to make fun of me, as
dickhead bully prison rapists do. He said, “What are you doing?”,
with a smirk and a laugh. I asked him the same question (they hate
when I speak the same way they speak to me, since, they aren't moral,
ethical, nor do they believe in the golden rule, or justice), “What
are you doing?” He said, “I'm working.” So I started to make
fun of him. “It looks like you're just sitting there. That's not
working.” After I pointed out that sitting down, making fun of
prisoners wasn't working, he motioned towards his buddy who was
frisking me, with his index finger pointed out. The jailer frisking
me knew what that meant, and so, he felt all around my balls, dick,
and then penetrated his finger into my butthole. Knowing they have
the power of the state, the monopoly of violence, I was at their
mercy. I did say, “You touching me, makes you the faggot, not me.”
That's when the Jailer who was sitting decided to stand up, and they
picked me up, and took me into one of their isolated rooms, and threw
me on my stomach, on the ground, and picked me up with my arms behind
me, and my legs, and threw me up on the metal bench. Somehow, I had
gashed underneath my eye, and I started bleeding. Blood seems to stop
these bloodthirsty violent Neo-Nazi fascist oppressor molester
pricks. They got what they wanted. They drew first blood.
They called the nurse
in, and she cleaned me up. Eventually, the man who molested me came
back in, said, “Are you ready to cooperate now?” Not caring
anymore to protest, I just shrugged, and said, “Sure.” Then he
said, with a creepy flirty grin, “You know, I'm not really gay.”
“Okay”, I lied to him. Then I was released.
There was another young
skinny white college looking male in the holding cell with me. While
this incident was going down, he acted as though he was better than
everybody in there, including me. When we were eventually released, I
got my cell phone back, and some other things. He needed to use a
cell phone, and he had two choices of people to ask: me, and a piece
of shit dirty corrupt cop bastard dickhole fucktwat. He chose the
cop. The cop said he didn't have a cell phone for him to use, and
blew him off quickly. I smiled, and walked away.
Surely there is
videotape evidence of this molestation, and the video would also
capture them taking me into the other room, and it should be
subpoenaed. 6pm is when the attack took place on 4th and M
Street. I was at the hospital for quite some time. Maybe two hours.
Then I was taken to jail, where I waited nearly 6 hours or so, and I
was released around 5am. So that's the range of hours I was in there.
This would have happened in the morning, right before I was released.
Getting the tapes from midnight to 5am, December 8, 2012, would
capture the general population room, the main room everybody was in,
as soon as you're admitted into the jail, where Adrian Reynold's head
was smashed, and killed, by the boot of Lousiville jailers operating
in that same building several years ago.
Even if that videotape
couldn't be retrieved, it happened, and should be brought up.
The first meeting I had
with Mr. Deters and some of his associates, I was told that I had a
right to stand my ground, and shoot the attackers. I agree with this
initial assessment. I had a right to stand my ground. Pedestrians
have a right of way, according to Kentucky law, KRS. Joel Casse
testified to this at the Grand Jury. He said in Louisville, there is
no jaywalking violation, since the pedestrian has the right of way.
One of my lawyers insisted that I had broke the law, in court, he
said, “This jaywalker!”, which is ridiculous, since one who
proports to advocate and represent me would take a position that is
more radical than the man who fucked my entire world up for several
years, implicating me with committing a crime, getting the jury to
think there was some justification to the violence, but that's
completely wrong. Joel Casse in his Grand Jury testimony said that
there's jaywalking laws in Louisville because the pedestrian has the
right of way. He recognized that. “But,” he added, “he jumped
out in front of my car, so yeah, he did [commit the crime of
jaywalking, even though there's no law in Louisville saying so].”
I also looked both
ways, saw that it was clear, and that their white car was just
sitting there. They weren't moving anywhere, had no blinkers on, and
gave me no indication whatsoever that they were about to pull a
dangerous manuever with their car. The Driver's manual of Kentucky
says that if there isn't a crosswalk, that I can cross, at an
intersection, and that I have the right of way. It's not just a
Louisville thing. It's a Kentucky thing.
Joel Casse, in order to
cover up his bloodlust, put 4 charges on me, including a felony
charge, because a person who just walks to the store should go to
jail, and be raped for 5 years. That's clearly justice. Then 3 more
misdemeanors were put on me. Anybody who understands game theory
knows what these pricks are doing. They committed a crime, and
covered it up with 4 charges, hoping that one would stick. None of
them should have. But 1 did. All of those charges were lies, and 3 of
them were determined to be lies, by the Grand Jury, and the Criminal
Jury trial. The 3 charges dropped show the malicious prosecution. I
realize it's “normal” for them to do that, but that doesn't make
it fair, right, or just.
Joel Casse has also
lied many times, under oath, in order to cover up the plethora of
lies he started out with.
Joel Casse lied in his
Grand Jury testimony many times.
1- Joel Casse lied
about the motivation for me punching him, claiming it was because I
was mad at my “girlfriend”. She wasn't my girlfriend, but a
female friend I was helping out in her time of need. We never kissed,
or did anything sexual. If her telling me at 4pm, several hours
previously, that she was going to go dancing at a nightclub with her
lesbian friend had any effect, it was that I wasn't going to be
manipulated anymore. She can do what she wanted, but if she was going
to go out with others on a Friday night, then there was no hope for a
chance of a relationship, and we needed to call it quits. Her
decisions just forced our relationship to come to a close, which
wasn't really working out, I kept taking her places, and wasn't
getting any love or appreciation for it. So all that disagreement
would have done to my emotional state, is it made me stand up for
myself, when I haven't been very good at that. Every problem I've
ever had in my life is because of blind obedience to arbirtrary and
absolute authority. That's the case on December 7, 2012. Those piece
of shit cocksuckers couldn't land a punch on me, or do anything to
me, while I was squared up with them. I was attacked after I
surrendered, with my hands in the air (perhaps to Joel Casse, that
was a threatening gesture too). That was my mistake. Surrendering to
them when they finally said that they were police.
2- Joel Casse lied that
he came to a different conclusion regarding the black man on the
bicycle, and the robbery, as he was driving around me (after
receiving a “fuck you” back). Joel Casse had whipped her car
around me, and whipping and spinning his car around me would have
taken 2, 3, maybe 4 seconds, tops, and there's no way he came to a
different conclusion about any topic in those 4 seconds. He was on a
mission with an intent to do harm.
3- Joel Casse lied
about me swinging punches continuously as I was down on the ground,
after Browning tackled us both. I did not resist. I completely
surrendered to them, which is when Joel Casse went ahead and made the
decision to punch an innocent man, just walking to a store just up
the road. Those who were supposed to protect and serve me, attacked
me in my own backyard. The LMPD jumped me in my own backyard.
4- Joel Casse lied
about me running a full sprint towards him. I was only about 5 foot
away from him, and just took one step towards him, and punched him.
5- Joel Casse lied
about the resisting arrest, the assault and battery charge, the
disorderly charge, and the menacing charge, incidently, mirroring his
own behavior, since he was guilty of all 4 charges, plus he's
guilty of attempted vehicular manslaughter. In
typical circumstances, I wouldn't mention it as being “attempted
vehicular manslaughter”, but since they added bullshit charges, and
with game theory, I think it's important to point out that Casse was
the one who was guilty of assault, being disorderly, menacing, and
then resisting my attemped citizen's arrest on me. It's also
important to point out that I was nearly got hit with a
car, because while Joel Casse didn't attack me first, I punched him
first, all of the elements of his behavior (1 – donut in middle of
street; 2 – almost hit the back of my legs; 3 – yelling “get
the fuck out of the way”!; 4 – whipping her car around me, and
parking it front of me, blocking me from crossing the strees, and
then; 5 – getting out of the car, in the middle of the
intersection).
6- Joel Casse lied that
Mr. Masters made a threatening gesture towards him, at both the Grand
Jury and Criminal Trial, when he (me) said “fuck you” back to the
police. Raising one's arms up, as he testified (which is also a lie),
was threatening to him. It's not, and everybody will laugh in his
face if he says it again. If he changes his testimony, then he's
purgured himself. I did not turn around, with both arms raised. I
just threw up my left hand slightly, while still maintaining the
direction I was going. I didn't turn around. I was still walking
forward. This is the reason he felt the need to whip around me, and
cut my path towards the sidewalk off, because I kept walking forward.
If I had turned around, like Casse said, there's no reason to drive
all crazy to spin around me, and park in the middle of the
intersection. He could have just got out of his car right then and
there, and attacked me. But I wasn't just standing there. I just
barely lifted my left hand up slightly, as I said “fuck you” back
to them, and kept on walking. When they tried to hit me with their
car, I turned to my right side, and noticed the headlights of their
car, and heard yelling come from the car. I didn't turn towards the
driver, or the car at all. I just slightly turned my head to the
right, saw the headlights of the car, and then they stopped suddenly,
within inches of hitting me.
7- Joel Casse lied
about pulling his car securely and safely in the parking lane, near M
Street. He was sitting in the middle of the intersection, on 4th
street. I have no idea if there were pictures of where his car was
left, though he could have just moved his car off to the side
afterwards. I can't remember if he did this or not. Casse, with his
car, blocked my walking path. I had only taken a few steps into the
street, and there's only so much room in the street. His car stood
between me and the opposing sidewalk.
8- Joel Casse lied many
times, and so it's no surprise that Joel Casse would lie about when
he identified himself as the police. He never identified himself. He
didn't have time to. I resolved that as soon as that door opened, I
was going to take care of business. As soon as I saw that door pop
open, I punched the cocksucking lying psychopathic piece of shit in
his head. He was wearing a flannel jacket, and a baseball cap,
perfect white trash redneck regalia.
The Prosecutor, Mr.
Price, was a very good lawyer. He was willing to obfuscate the issue,
and asked many leading questions without any objections.
At the Jury Trial:
9- Joel Casse lied when
he said that he felt like his life was in danger. Joel Casse claimed
that he got hit “on the side of the face”. He was hit on the top
of his head. When he saw the picture of his injuries during the
aftermath, he revised his testimony, to “on the side of the face,
on the side of the head”, at the criminal trial in District Court
before Delantey. Hitting the side of his face sounds worse, than just
grazing him on the top of his head.
10- At the Grand Jury
testimony, Joel Casse said that Aaron Browning was the man who yelled
out of the window for me to get out of the road. This implicates that
Aaron Browning is also lying, when he denied saying anything out of
the window. Casse's and Browning's testimonies contradict each other
on this point. This discrepency in their testimonies should be
exploited. It proves that one of them is lying. It'll take a bulldog
to stand up to corrupt cops, but a lawyer need not be scared. They
are above the police.
The last injuries of
this case that I sustained would be the outlook of my face. A few
months ago, I finally got some major reconstructive surgery that was
successful, thanks to Obamacare. While not 100% straight, and another
revision surgery has been requested, I do feel like “I'm back.”
I'm close to normal, to how I looked prior to the incident. I never
thought I was a particularly dashing man, but I feel like I should
have my face realigned to the way it looked previously. Obamacare
took care of it because I had breathing problems for several years.
My nose would whistle, not that loudly, except for whenever I would
try to go to sleep, and then that slight whistle was deafening. Plus,
with a fucked up face, my nose whistling, and now, with zero
confidence, or much will to do much, Meshawn moved out for good.
I had 2 prior surgeries
to this. UofL did something, which was nothing. It helped, but still
left me looking like a crooked nose monster. Then Dr. Kurtz did
something, just tug on it, and that was nothing. It helped align it a
bit better, but still, it was clearly off. Eventually, I got some
help from Hardon County Memorial Hospital in Elizabethtown, with Dr.
Yun, and my nose was restored 95% the way it used to be.
I believe that all
of these details need to be presented at the Civil Trial. All of
these injuries were directly related to the events of December 7,
2014. 1) The VIPER snake attack that broke my nose; 2) The jailer
putting his finger in my butthole, hog tying me, and making me bleed
some more; 3) The surgeries, and; 4) my ruined credit.
Because I have bad
credit, I'm not eligible for an FHA home loan. Recently, I just put
down a down payment on a shitty trailer on some land. The property is
worth $19,000. They sold it to me for $39,900, with 13% interest.
I'll end up paying $100,000, on top of the $39,900, if I wait the 30
years to pay off the mortgage.
An advocate highlights
the good in me, and paints them up as bad. I'm the angel. They're the
devil. That's what Mr. Price, the prosecutor, did, for them. While
their private lawyers (Lisa A. Schweickart and Timothy D. Lange) will
try to “carpet bomb” me, none of what they enter into evidence
changes what happened on that day, in a span of 30 seconds to a
minute. So they can talk bad about me for days if they wanted to. It
still doesn't change, that Joel Casse and Aaron Browning are low down
dirty corrupt pieces of shit, who shouldn't be a Walmart greeter, let
alone, an enforcer for the state, who carries a badge and a gun.
Lisa A. Schweickart is
a total bitch, as is her court reporter, and will add flavor to her
words, as women with attitude do, and I won't like it, and her
emotional kinda “eye roll” diss could be a powerful argument,
that other women with attitude in the jury would empathize with. I do
not know how to respond to this. I will be mad about her
insinuations, and her tone of voice, so I guess I'll just have to
angry, but cautiously, and carefully answer the question.
Aaron Browning had
several use of force incident reports, which haven't been vetted out.
Nobody has asked him about them, which can be explored during the
deposition.
Aaron Browning also has
this case here: Settles v. McKinney (2013). Settles v. McKinney.
United States District Court, Sixth Circuit. May 16, 2013. GARY SCOTT
SETTLES, Plaintiff. v. KEVIN O. McKINNEY 6875 et al., Defendants.
http://ky.findacase.com/research/wfrmDocViewer.aspx/xq/fac.20130516_0000382.WKY.htm/qx
In this case, Aaron
Browning is named, along with several other LMPD, of fucking Gary
Settles up, and many ways similar to me, though in other ways, much
harsher. Gary Settles, while driving his motorcycle, was being
tailgated by an undercover LMPD police officer (VIPER?), who was
driving dangerously and recklessly, to the point, where he was driven
off the road, nearly killing him and his passenger. There several
unmarked cars on the scene, and none of them were marked, nor did
they have their lights or sirens on. Gary Settles was “handcuffed
and then struck in the left rear of my head, top (occiput) with an
officer's pistol”. Kevin McKinney “injured his own hand when
illegally striking me in the head with a pistol while concurrently
screaming, Fleet Footed Mother F***er.” Kevin McKinney then
filed false charges of resisting arrest, because that's Louisville
cop's M.O. Gary Settles was maliciously thrown down on the ground,
pressed into the hot asphalt, right behind one of the car's exhaust
fumes, burning his eyes, skin, and lungs.
Here's where Aaron
Browning is mentioned. While McKinney and another officer were having
fun sadistically treating a human being like savages, Gary Settles
was “repeatedly cursed at, threatened and taunted by officers.”
The officers who witnessed this: Defendants McKinney, Healey,
Wright, Carthan, Aaron Browning, Sherrard, Fowler, Bottoms, Duncan,
Eichberger, Frye, Lee, LeFlore, Morgan, and Walz. These same officers
“stood by and watched and covered up the officers' mistreatment of
him”.
Similar to me, he's
transported to UofL Hospital, and he's molested; not by Jailers, but
by a nurse. Gary Settles was unconscious and unresponsive when he
arrived at University Hospital. Gary Settles had to “endured a
nurse fingering my rectum as she said, This will make him talk,” as
police looked on, smiling, and laughing. The nurse then shoved a hose
into his dickhole, a catheter, to degrade him. One of the medical
staff said that Gary Settles required staples, but the cops said no,
he didn't. His hospital papers said he received staples, but he
didn't. LMPD lied to EMS and hospital personnel about his injuries,
which interfered with his treatment, endangering his life, and
resulting in permanent injury.
This happened while
Robert White was Chief of Police, but the case was heard just last
year.
I believe that all
of these details need to be presented at the Civil Trial. All of
these injuries were directly related to the events of December 7,
2012. 1) The VIPER snake attack that broke my nose; 2) The jailer
putting his finger in my butthole, hog tying me, and making me bleed
some more; 3) The surgeries, and; 4) my ruined credit.
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