I responded, "This is a free country, you don’t need ID when you’re a private party, and I am."
The male Policeman responded, "Can we see your drivers license and motor vehicle registration?"
I said,"one drives a vehicle and needs to be driving to require a license, and this chassis is not involved in commerce, making it not a vehicle, but an engined carriage, therefor I’m simply directing or steering my private engined carriage, not driving a vehicle."
    The policemen never responded back so I asked If there were any safety violations or hazards that I was presenting to the public, and they said "no, but you do have an expired motor vehicle registration tag and we would be Expounding if we just let you go on your way."
    I replied, "I discovered that this chassis isn’t powered by an electric motor, but instead a gasoline engine, and that it isn’t a vehicle, but a carriage, so the motor vehicle tag is a fraud that’s been coerced upon the public.  Now if you can direct me to the Department of Engined Carriages, I’ll promptly correct the fraud I’m a victim of."
    I also discussed them with them that they are attempting to impose a non applicable commercial jurisdiction upon a private party and if they persisted, they’d be criminals impersonating police officers.   I told them,"If you still persist in doing such, it becomes my duty as a good neighbor to arrest that criminal activity and defend the innocent."
    I told them,"You are trained to force coerce and intimidate to collect revenue, and if necessary, steal kill and destroy those who don’t give it, you are trained to execute warfare upon the general public.  You are even now armed and your very presence here is threatening to me, a peaceful private party."
    The male policeman then said,"these city streets are city property, paid for by the city and as long as you are on them you must abide by our rules."
    I replied," these roads exist because the people are here, the roads would still be here even if they weren’t paved or the municipality didn’t exist, and besides, the city used the peoples money to pave with, so who really owns the right of ways?  The right of ways exist because people must travel to execute their private affairs with others, where commercial travel places an extra ordinary amount of wear and tear upon the publicly maintained right of way, and thus commercial traffic must be tolled or taxed in some way, but not a way that invades privacy, and causes responsible private parties to expose their privates in order to access the ways."
    The male policeman then said," Access has to be regulated or many will injure others and cause havoc on the roads."
    I replied," One’s level of freedom is determined by his level of self discipline, if one violates or trespasses upon another, or is a safety hazard to others, he must then make restitution to those he violates, but don’t hold one guilty who has not violated another or their property.    The male policeman at this point began to slowly move closer to the window, so to prevent him from lunging at me through the window, I gradually closed the window as he eased ever closer.
    We continued to discuss things back and forth, but when the male policeman reverted to going repeatedly over already discussed material, I stated he was doing such, and with the window now only about three inches down told him,"you are obviously exercising delaying tactics and are up to some malice, the way I see it, you have two choices, either let this peaceful private party be on it’s way, or call for backup and execute your warfare."  To let them decide, I then finished closing the window and went into the back of the camper and closed the blinds.

 
    As I pulled the rear blinds, two policeman yanked their handguns out and pointed them at me in the camper.  I ducked and quietly moved to a different area, then just froze, expecting a hail of rounds to start coming into the camper.   In this moment many value priorities came to an empasse.   I had rifles with me, one I kept loaded always, but since not enough people know what's really happening with society now, rather than give the authorities a pretense justification for "murder and hiway piracy over having papers out of order", I would serve the community best to let the police kill me making them have to fabricate a coverup, and hope my friends can let others know that this was another act of warfare by the police against the community as a whole.
    After about 90 seconds I relaxed slightly and cautiously bobbed back and forth trying to see through the blinds if guns were still waving at me.   Seeing no one, I grabbed the disposable camera and quickly poked it under the back curtain and snapped a picture.   After taking pictures at each corner of the camper, front and back, I climbed into the upper aft bunk thinking it might receive the least amount of gunfire if a volley was to begin.
    For a couple of minutes I lay up there, considered the situation and prayed for guidance as to what the wisest things next were to do.  I reflected on my brothers being beat up by the LA cops just two weeks before the Rodney King story broke and the D.A. laughing at them when they filed their complaint.  I reflected on the thirty nine days I camped and watched State police barricade a 53 yr old women in her house in Roby Illinois, and their preparations to burn her out, but our alerting the media stopped them from following through with it.  I reflected on the premonition of the Murrah Federal Building Bombing  I’d had one week prior to it happening, and my ex wife's sister dying and my premonition about that the last time I’d seen her, and that I still had unfulfilled premonitions, which might mean I'll live through this too.
    I immediately then started to try to hook up the external speakers to the PA on one of the radios.   That radio's amplifier blew a fuse almost immediately, then I realized this was a HAM radio and didn’t have a PA function, but why did the fuse blow?.  I then wondered if the police had an EMP device to blow the radio out.  Irrelevant, I still have more radios to use, so I tried to set the two meter radio to a local repeater to contact someone, hoping to get a phone patch to 911 perhaps.
    After getting frustrated for not remembering how to recall the repeater frequencies and not having time to read the instructions, I just set the radio to scan, and it started looking for a busy frequency.  I then crept back into the top aft bunk while scrambling for more ideas.
    I finally concluded that I might be parked in a visible enough place that the police would be forced to exercise caution in there actions, instead of just killing me then fabricating evidence to cover themselves.  So to increase survival odds, buy myself more time, and to give the police a better idea of what was happening inside the camper ( if there is any honor left in even a few members of the police ranks) and an increased sense of "Control" (which is what oppressors most desire), I carefully checked then opened all the curtains and sat back at the steering wheel, looking around for where the SWAT snipers would probably be setting up by now.
 

    Well aware there were propably crosshairs on me, I rolled the window down and waved at some people to the north with cameras about ½ block away.    A police car pulled up to them and they walked away.   I noticed that my side of the road was left open about one block east and reasoned, that is where they wanted any movement to go.  I also wondered if they were wanting me to pull up there since it was next to a large open parking lot away from buildings. I concluded that I was more visible and safer here, but in the street 20 feet away I’d be more visible, thus safer yet.  I decided to find something that looked normal to do to try to calm any police suspicions that I may be unstable, etc.

    I found a half gallon container of fruit drink and a can of pears, opened the pears and ate them while seated at the steering wheel and waving to an occasional policeman, either hi, or come over here.    I saw two snipers moving to different areas, one paused, seeing me wave at him dropped his bag, then crouched down, grabbed the bag and hurried out of sight as I attempted to snap his picture.

    About then a helicopter came overhead to the north east at about 2000ft & 40 degrees, so I waved at the helicopter and went back to eating the canned pears wondering how many snipers were now watching and if they had prosecution immunity, as Horiuchi (at Ruby Ridge and Waco) seems to.
    The two meter radio was still scanning frequencies for activity, stopping occasionally on some packet activity, which was frustrating for it might not be of much use as an emergency radio.   It's not worth the risk to reread the instruction manual, not here.
    By now there were three and four layers of Police cars in all three directions.  I continued eating the pears, waiting for the police to start making requests over a bullhorn, and watched as the east exit dropped back to just two cars in the oncoming only lane, then began to wonder if they were inviting me forward.   After questioning out the window to the unseen observers, did they want me to pull forward?  And no responses from anywhere,  seeing a potential opportunity to park in the middle of the intersection for maximum visibility and survivability,  I punched the throttle three or four times and flashed the brakes to prepare everyone watching, then put it in first gear, let off the brake and inched forward, I started feeling resistance but before I could hit the brake, heard hissing coming from a tire.  Gesturing with my hands "just great!"  I backed back up a few inches, put it in park, and turned off the engine.

    Immediately there was a bang!  I looked up toward the chopper and seeing particles of glass rolling through the air , I was suddenly blinded by intense burning in my eyes and choked by a wall of needles going down my throat into the lungs.   With closed eyes I frantically tried rolling up the window while exiting into the back of the camper and into the shower stall.
    Once closed in the shower, I grabbed a towel and fought through the choking, partially paralyzed lungs and burning eyes, to keep breathing through the towel.   After about three minutes, breathing became easier, but my eyes stayed frozen shut from the burning.
        * * In this encounter at no time prior to this moment was I told by Police to step outside the camper, neither was there an attempt to give me any citation. * *
    Two more rounds hit almost together, and one bounced around some while the other fizzled.
I wondered if a fire was starting.   Then I noticed people talking on the two meter radio and wondered if I should risk showing myself to grab the mike. I decided to wait some to see what the police had in mind.
    Two rounds again, but these sounded like they might have been bullets.  I prayed, Lord, don’t let me be an embarrassment to you, I only want to serve you, life isn’t worth anything if it’s not in your service.  Then a long time went by while I listened to the conversations on the two meter radio and reflected.
    During my reflection something very strange occured.   There was a sense of warmth and assurance came upon me as my eyes nose and lungs recovered from the teargas and my senses seemed to become very keen and the constant throbbing in my back stopped.   I tested my senses by opening my eyes and breathing without the towel.   To my surprise there were no ill effects.   I opened the shower door some to see if the cabin air effected me any, and no it didn't.   Closing the shower door again, I recalled stories of individuals, one even engulfed in a flaming house, valiantly holding off IRS and US Marshals from trying to seize his farm and house, and the comments by police afterward, that they'd never seen such courage before, etc. and wondered if something like this happened to them during their standoffs.   I didn't think this could be possible with an adrenal rush, and again felt it presumptuous to think that I'd been touched by the Holy Spirit.

    Then there was a moment of silence on the radio and I could tell there was a megaphone in the distance.  Not able to tell what it was saying, and wondering if they were about to crowbar the door and come in shooting, I decided it better if the news chopper could see whatever was to happen.   Thinking they might not fire on the camper while something was being said, with breath held and eyes closed, I exited the shower, sat at the wheel, confirmed the engine was off, the window up, unlocked the door, I stepped out, locked and closed the door behind me, and opened my eyes.
    Immediately from behind the camper, came a group of police with riot gear.  They released a dog at me so I raised my hand and pointed at them saying "this is absurd!" then the dog attacked my arm.

    
    There was no pain as the dog yanked and pulled, so I grasped the top of the dogs muzzle to try and gain control of it, but got tazzed almost immediately.   One element was just stuck in my shirt and happened to be the one I grabbed and tossed in the dogs direction, but the dog grabbed the arm again, so this time I grabbed the dogs lower jaw and held it for about two seconds before getting hit with a second set of tazzer elements.

 
    I lost control of the left arm and right leg.    Doing my best to remain balanced while paralyzed, the dog disappeared, then was dragging me across the ground.   It’s hard to remember this part because the tazzer was causing flashes of light and sound in my head.

    My shirt was cut open, the taze elements taped in place on my left shoulder, right belly and right leg.   The bomb squad captain asked me to tell him where the booby traps and bombs were.   I laughed at his silliness, but he persisted, saying he wanted to know where anything that goes boom or pop is.

    I told him that all items in that camper are private chattel and of no concern to him or any public agency.    He persisted, so I explained that he speaks legalese, which is a foreign language to the common tongue, and the implied similarities between these two different languages is used to commit fraud upon the common man.  A law written in a foreign language is a secret law, which is no law.

    I then told him that for the sake of practicality I’ll tell him in the common tongue where I keep my private rifles and ammo at, but that doesn’t give anyone permission to enter my home, and I then told him exactly what and where they were.   He then elaborated upon what I said and added partially assembled bombs, and a handgun, which was then reported to the news.

    About an hour later the dog handler and the young police woman took me to the NM University Hospital Emergency room, arriving about 6:30 pm.    Around 7:30pm the officers started joking that the dog had kennel mouth (juvenile conduct by them), and the dog attack wounds couldn’t be stitched if not cleaned within two hours of injury.  ER members came in and performed training on how to remove the new high powered flesh hook tazzer elements.   At 11:40pm (about six hours after injury) the tending and cleaning of the dog attack wounds began.    Also, a local radio station was playing pro-revolution music, for the entire time of my hospital visit, a bit odd.
    About 2:30 AM, I started processing into the county jail.  During finger printing, the police were ready to beat up anyone who will not be intimidated into giving their fingerprints and photo. Also, no Miranda rights were ever read to me before I was released in less than 24hrs with three non-moving traffic violations, failure to obey Police (without being cited for it), and a $100 bail, and no stated reason for my arrest.

    My friends showed me recordings of the TV newscasts, and internet news articles, saying that I was making Pipe bombs in the RV, that I had a pistol, and that I was a member of the local Militia.   Wow, it really looks like they were trying to provoke a shoot-out, perhaps for a big media blitz and more crooked legislation?

  On Saturday I retrieved the camper (my home for over three ½ yrs) from impound.   This adventure has only begun.

After this, I discontinued keeping this thumbnail diary, but predictably, these were only a beginning.    Yes, the adventures get more exciting.

Since then, I've discovered a number of drug smuggling rings associated with reservations(5 people were killed while I was in Quemato, NM), found a truck per month meth factory(just east of Snowflake, AZ), and a few months later,  was shot at twice when trying to video the delivery of goods into the USA by Mexican border-crashers.   A year after that, found a drug money laundering operation in Bismarck N.Dakota, then in Oklahoma, found a Fire Department ploy to let houses burn, so they could get more Fed $$ and better equipment.

Dirt is everywhere, no wonder our politicians consider their own vile activities to be normal behavior (like Hogs fighting over slop).