Tuesday, February 24, 2009

My Day in "What used to be Court"...

February 24, 2009

I had my daughter take me to court. Mr. Passenger and Mr. Witness were already there waiting. Mr. Witness was sitting in the court office. My Daughter, Mr. Passenger and myself walked in and were waiting with Mr. Witness. Ms. Court Clerk asked us to wait in the lobby, while Mr. Witness stayed in there. As we were waiting the door was closed so that the three of us could not here what was being said. My witness was still in there with them. Trooper #2 was in there along with Trooper Court Clerk. About five minutes before court began Trooper #1 went in and the three of them went into a back room. A few minutes later we were called into the courtroom. Judge #2 wanted to know who all was in the court room, as if he didn’t want anyone in there who didn’t need to be there. He seemed concerned about who my daughter was, but not about why Trooper Court Clerk needed to be in the courtroom. During court I made mention of the attorney I was supposed to have represent me and the judge acted as though I'd not made the request and threatened to hold me in contempt for mentioning it, however he acknowledged that I'd called his office and had been told what the findings would be.

Court Began...

I proved the speed could not have happened.
Judge #2 allowed fabricated evidence.
Judge #2 would not make the trooper answer questions.
Judge #2 kept playing stupid and saying that he didn’t understand.
Judge #2 said I was being rude because I requested an attorney.
It did not matter that I’d never received any citations.
It did not matter that my driver’s license were taken away without notice.
It did not matter that I’d been denied due process.
It did not matter that the trooper testified there was nothing wrong with my driving.
It did not matter that the trooper lied repeatedly on the stand, the judge ignored facts.
It did not matter that every time the trooper was pinned down the judge would interrupt.
It did not matter that I did not have a job, I was told I could not go find a job, but if I didn’t pay the fines I would be picked up and put in jail, an impossible situation.

Judge #2 proved Mr. Witness’s statement to be correct… It did not matter, no matter what.

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