My readers, I was just walking along today when an Hispanic officer tried to harass me. Called a Caucasian female as backup, asking if I need his help. And I say what help? I see red. The red is before yellow. Yellow is third pahse. Yellow is red. Both the Hispanic and the Caucasian are red. The Caucasian is red, so are the people of color. If the Asian is red which he is, don’t know how they aren’t. I see red my readers. Wanna make sure I am safe? With what? The unnatural void-naturally empty guns or the artifact made to kill? From my point of view, they shoot blanks. They have never protected me so why now? I have never committed crimes, never stole, never did all the evil things people do and they harmed me. They, the police, harmed me for a rapist. And justice matters. Their jobs are not save anyways and they die a lot around here, and I don’t commit crimes and don’t wanna be bothered. The scientific reality is like the reality on the ground, there isn’t any time or point that their job is save. They never protected me. And I pity them. Things soon turned cordial but nevertheless justice is very much on my mind. I refer you to this. If you stole my life labor and liberty without me ever harming you, may your harm and disaster be unexpectedly yours. And lastly, physicists, mathematicians, what do I mean when I say I see red? Cordiality followed so no names for you my readers. If it happens to me, I’m telling out loud. Unlike Physicians, scientists and sometimes Christians, I am proud and dignified to say I do no harm. After all, there is no possible heaven except on this earth.
My readers, wherever you are in the world, I will never want to hide a book like CTTD in print versions behind some backdoor at a Bluesie jazz comedy fest. Do not make me something other than human and humane with my books. Give your support. CTTD has been a lesson in law. Justice must be achieved. Give your support and hold on to the relativity.
Raising one’s hands down existentially once is a definite degenerative disorder ( a cluster B factor). The degeneracy of raising one’s hands down existentially twice should be listed as a DSM 5 genetic and mental disorder, and the inability to raise one’s hands existentially as “imbecilic throughput schizophrenia”—ade ronke
On January 7th 2026, I was stalked, harassed and arrested by the state police. The reasons for this is, in my view, the intellectual and daring proclivities in my book, A Case in Point. There are other reasons to be stated in this book. If every indication of my life doesn’t suggest this to you my readers, it is calling it: if I wasn’t to be me. would I not be dead? But I am cognizantly alive by my own recognizance. In other words I was arrested for being who and what I am. What is to follow is false imprisonment, and a true story of great injustice and ceaseless attempts at cover up while I meet unsavory criminals along the way. If this hadn’t happened to me, I couldn’t have conceived of it. It happened to me. I must go beyond mere conceptions. PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK FOR PUBLICATION
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