The Lies of Law, Refusing Truths
The Lies of Law, Refusing Truths
August 9, 2026. Sunday.
In reality, it was supposed to be a relaxing fishing trip to Viroqua, Wisconsin. While I was standing near the river, a game warden approached me after giving Bob (my brother-in-law) a pen to sign his trout stamp. He had not known I was with Bob at the time, though we were fishing in different areas. He looked a bit nervous when I mentioned Bob and JL’s father (since he had not known about them - treating me in a completely different way), but regained composure only to make more false claims.
He temporarily had me sit in his vehicle while he wrote out the wholly false report of "fishing without a license" and while previously standing near the river, tried to peel my trout stamp off my license while licking his fingers and saying that I and others were "transferring them to other licenses" (to save $2.50, seriously?) This type of event was so common that the phrase "trumped-up charges" came into common usage. Bob pointed out what a fiasco it was, commenting how the officer's behaviour was completely different in my presence and how it was understood that police continually bullied teenagers (including those under 18, especially females) and fabricated stories.
It was only a $2.50 trout stamp. I had a valid license and a valid affixed stamp that I had just bought, having the receipt, which did not matter under the circumstances.
A La Crosse police officer eventually came to my house on King Street, seeming confused and uncertain about the circumstances, needing to take me in on a bench warrant issued by a different county. I was subsequently taken (from La Crosse) while the Viroqua officers deliberately waited so that I went through the same process twice (interview, photos, and fingerprinting) even though it was wholly fabricated by officials and meant to hold me over the weekend for events that never happened. I heard them discussing "meeting a quota" to justify funding.
While I was there, a young man was locked up on a false claim (car theft) and held for two days. Eventually, his girlfriend called and recanted her claim, admitting that it was his car. The young male walked around nude. He took several showers, but I did not say anything and averted my eyes.
People in a regular cell sang, “We all live in the Vernon County Jail” (several times over the weekend) to the tune of “Yellow Submarine.” The officer who bullied me the most had worn an orange Sunkist t-shirt. I had to hold my arms up at an angle to stop the handcuffs from sliding off my wrists.
A small, deranged homeless man was put in the cell next to mine and had managed to cut himself with a sharp object or shard he had gotten from his shoe. I was probably not in any danger from him, but he screamed on and off for two days, while an officer in the building kept shouting, "Shut up or we'll put you in solitary," while he was already in solitary confinement.
The outcome was that, with advice, I pleaded "no contest" (guilty) on a wholly fabricated charge. I was released on "time served." I learned that this was happening continually in the region and that court documents were often falsified.
JL got extremely ill at a concert and was thrown into a solitary cell in La Crosse when she should have gone to the hospital. Evidence revealed that she could have died if an officer had not walked into the mostly unused area the next day. The court case in 1982 (for a 1979 event) regarding her trauma made the news, though there are numerous false claims (false assumptions and hearsay) in the court document.
That was only a small part of the continual false claims and unjustified abuse by the police and government, which has continually happened against Zsuzsanna and me in Australia in ways that sound too ridiculous to be real, but are typical of authority on every level. (They often make claims that are not even physically possible, such as Zsuzsanna standing on a weak baby pram filled with groceries and going inside a small charity bin). Ultimately, the people who support such systems, such as an older female relative, have continually seemed confused and "detached" throughout their lives, often failing to understand even the simplest concepts and believing that ridiculous AI-generated videos are real.
Dreams that were tied to these events have been infrequent, but the "Prince of Darkness" movie from 1987, which I saw with a coworker, had an influence. At the end of one dream, JL was the figure in the "broadcast." However, Zsuzsanna (before we met) also appeared in one version and was in another in 2013. (We married in 1994.)
The DNR officer who stood licking his fingers, making up lies about my status, was imprinted on my brain along with other officers who exhibited bizarre behaviours. The "broadcast" at the end of a recent dream, declaring it was "not a dream," was, of course, a dream, influenced by a fictitious movie outcome, yet blended with real-world nonsense.
Ultimately, my dreams are more often influenced by movies and fantasy since my real-world self (and viable real-world memory) is often completely absent from the dream state.
These days, so-called AI, especially Google AI mode, never does anything but present ridiculous false information, false claims about an image, and invent a different falsehood every time with the same image, search phrase, or question. Why people are putting up with this is anyone's guess.
