Law Enforcement (Made Simple)

Law enforcement, was designed centuries ago, by a “scientist”, a police suspect of a crime that had been placed in political leadership of a community because he committed a crime that pleased the community (he killed someone involved in finance or banks, and framed them as a criminal, before a corrupt community, and the “scientist”, was rich, so they thought they’d get free money).

They didn’t get free money, they got the following system below.

Psychiatrist: Someone that knows paperwork based on verbal report. They felt irrelevant, so they went to veterinary school, and figured out how chained report works (you summarize an extortion deal, in a few words, call it the concept, then put the name of trade on it in a guide full of gibberish, for someone to read, to work for the trade). The individual person-to-person extortion deal, happens over a broad range, to the person memorizing the concept’s name, with the psychiatrist invisible.

Police Officer: An agent of a psychiatrist, in charge of collecting human beings, and bringing them to the building, where the psychiatrist is. The police officer, could’ve been a municipal worker, but didn’t take varsity sports, and works out in a gymnasium instead, with tension wires, so the can wrestle, use a firearm, use a tonfa, or place people inside a confined space from practicing how to do it to themselves (they wrestled a folding chair).

Police Intelligence: Where the garbage cans are. A confirmed pedophile on conviction and served time under observation, has been here. This is where crime is committed. The pedophile that has been convicted, figured out how the police system worked, without a “Lancaster Flower” or equivalent on their driver’s license; they were a post-residency doctor, even honorary, for a service to a family that already had a Lancaster Flower. Wherever he goes, is a potential site for criminals to break the law.

Investigation: A police officer, checks the intelligence points, to see if a human, has climbed into a garbage can. The garbage can, is what the police specialized at cleaning, in his home, and he has to make sure garbage is inside them, instead of a person. He was afraid of being bitten or harmed, by something in the toilet, when he sat down to use it. He always checks before using the toilet, he discharges piss, shit, phlegm, and bile, all at once.

Motive: The police officer asks a human being, why they are in a garbage can, and remembers it. Nobody has a reason for breaking a law, motive is fake, but you want to ask, just once, to see why they are in a region where the law is broken. That way, they something crazy, for them to repeat in your housing facility, whatever it is.

Booking: The psychiatrist, figures out where the garbage can was, writes down what the motive was, and places the human being living in a garbage can, for garbage, not a person, into a building, separate from the police station. The lawyers now handle it; lawyers are people that enjoyed Church, from refusing to masturbate as children, and having paranoid schizophrenia as a lifelong condition (stage 1 psychosis, homosexual narcissism).

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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