Breathing down my neck

Just because there’s a black man in the Whitehouse, it doesn’t mean that he can do anything he wants. We are all haunted by the legacies of the past.

The Halfway House

Judge Stephen Hillman refused to allow me the right to a jury trial on the grounds that I was not facing any prison time. After I had served 60 days at a normal prison (Metropolitan Detention Center) for Judge Margarette Nagle, Judge Hillman sentenced me to an additional 30 days at M.D.C. Judge Nagle had also refused to allow me a jury trial on the grounds that I was not facing any prison time. Metropolitan Detention Center is a normal prison used to hold bank robbers and murderers. Buford O. Furrow, the Nazi murderer of many Jewish children, was brought here to M.D.C. while I was serving my prison time for distribution of political literature. Buford Furrow was also arraigned by Judge Stephen Hillman in 1999. It is located behind the Federal Building on Los Angeles Street, Los Angeles. The prison is a tall building that can be seen from Olvera Street and the train station (Union Station.) Judge Hillman also sentenced me to a year at GATEWAYS CORRECTION CENTER. I served 11 months there. After I had served one year 2 months and 3 days of prison time, Judges Hillman and Nagle, indirectly, through unofficial representatives, claimed that I never served any prison time at all and that I was never convicted of any crime. Different representatives claim different amounts of my “time in custody.” Generally, the judges indirectly claim that I served only a few days at a “HALFWAY HOUSE.” They refuse to say the many of this “HALFWAY HOUSE.”  A woman named “Socorro” the secretary of Dean Gits, Assistant Public Defender, says that GATEWAYS is not a prison. “It’s a halfway house.” She says that I have never served any prison time at all. The judges put me in a halfway house to help me. She says that I was homeless and the judges just wanted me to have a safe place to live.

The judges have refused to comment directly about my case. Probation Officer Aaron Vareen says that they have also ordered the destruction of all my records at Metropolitan Detention Center and Gateways. Probation Officer Christine Aranda says that the judges still have my records form M.D.C. and Gateways but have ordered them “sealed.” It’s now forbidden to open them or copy them. This sounds like the Watergates tapes, doesn’t it?

High in the Sky Hopes

Now our cartoons are colored

Me Ratton. You Miora

When I talked to Dr. Miora in 2010, she didn’t know who I was even though I had left dozens of messages on her answering machine telling her my name and why I wrote a book about the results of the secret evaluation she wrote about me. I was just a name. The pack of lies she wrote about me was just one in hundreds of such fake evidence that she had cooked up to frame up hundreds of political critics. She had lost track of all the fake evidence that she had been cooking up for the last 20 years.

“Mr. Sanchez,” she asked, “how do you know that I wrote all that about you? How do you know so much about me? I don’t know who you are and I’ve never seen you before. That’s so freaky. You’re really freaking me out, man.”

“I’ve read the 10 page evaluation you wrote about me in 1998.” I answered.

“1998??!!!” she shouted. “Oh my God, Mr. Sanchez! that was 12 years ago. Oh, my God! how did you get a copy of this evaluation?”

“From Pedro Castillo,” I explained. “You wrote in the evaluation that Mr. Castillo hired you to write it, didn’t he?”

“OH MY GOD!!! MR. SANCHEZ!!! Why did he gave you a copy of that evaluation? My GOD! I… I… never imagined that he would give you a copy. I have written hundreds of such evaluations and the public defenders NEVER! EVER give a copy to their clients.”

“What???” I asked. “Did you write this fake evidence as a secret document to be used against me behind my back? That’s illegal, Dr. Miora. The Six Amendment of the Constitution forbids the use of secret witnesses behind my back. I have a Constitutional right to confront all witnesses against me in court. You were not there at my trial. I didn’t know that you had written 10 pages of lies against me until 6 years after they let me out of prison. Your evaluation has turned my case into a kidnapping case. You’ve participated in a felony political kidnapping. This is how they used to put away political critics in the U.S.S.R. before 1990.”

“But Mr. Sanchez, I’ve written hundreds of these evaluations. Nobody reads them. Why did they read this evaluation if they never read any of the hundreds of the other evaluations? Why didn’t they tell me that somebody was going to read it?”

“Dr. Miora, you were paid to write this evaluation. You didn’t do it for free, did you? You bill yourself as a ‘doctor’? You didn’t get the salary of a cleaning woman at a public toilet, did you? Why did they pay you all that money for nothing? Why would they pay so much money for something that they’ll never use?”

“But, Mr. Sanchez,” she explained. “I’m not a real doctor. I’m a counselor. My job is to solve problems. I wrote the evaluation because I wanted to help you. I just wanted them to put you in a nice halfway house. I wrote the evaluation to keep you out of a real prison. I never expected that you would spend so much time in prison. I didn’t expect you to be driven into exile for so many years. I never expected this thing to separate you from your family for so many years.”

“If you hadn’t written this evaluation,” I explained, “they wouldn’t have had a legal loophole to keep me in prison because I didn’t get a jury trial. It is a serious crime to put people in prison without a jury trial. It’s a first degree kidnapping. But in your evaluation, you said that GATEWAYS is not a real prison (“NOT INCARCERATION”.) Your evaluation was a game of semantics so that they could use GATEWAYS as a secret prison. You wrote the evidence to falsely prove that GATEWAYS is not a real prison. Your evaluation was used to make the Constitution as meaningless as second hand toilet paper. If you are smart enough to make the U.S. Constitution meaningless, then you are smart enough to know that you cooked up the fake evidence that resulted in a political kidnapping.”

“But, Mr. Sanchez,” she explained. “I’m not a real doctor. I just wrote my opinions I had at that time. I interviewed you for only 45 minutes. That wasn’t enough time to ask you why they wanted to keep you in a federal prison.”

“But, Dr. Miora,” I explained, “You billed yourself as a big time high and mighty Beverly Hills expert doctor. Your office is in Beverly Hills. I’ve read your 2 page résumé with a long list of universities and colleges that you’ve graduated from. Was all that a list of lies? You’ve worked in all those hospitals and clinics. You’ve been hired by all those school districts to advise all kinds of administrative staffs on how to deal with those so-called “troubled teens.” I know that your evaluation is all a pack of lies, but are you now telling me that even your résumé was also another freaken pile of B.S.? Why didn’t you say so on the freaken evaluation that cost me over a year of prison time? Why didn’t you write that the résumé is just B.S. and that you are not a real doctor? I had many eyewitnesses who were hiding among the crowds every time that I was arrested. But the judges ruled that all these eyewitnesses were all irrelevant because the officers didn’t know that they were hiding behind the crowds. You were not there at all. You didn’t even attend one of my trials but the judges ruled that your 10 page pack of lies were relevant because you are the big time fancy pants Beverly Hills expert witness. The law says that witnesses who didn’t see anything are irrelevant unless they have a long résumé of many universities that they graduated from. But now you’re telling me that the résumé is another lie, another con and that you’re not a real doctor. You’re just another con artist and liar like Pedro Castillo. In the U.S. all con artists are relevant but honest people like me must ne drugged at a horrible prison like GATEWAYS.”

“But, Mr. Sanchez,” she pleaded. “This evaluation was based on a 45 minute interview. How was I expected to find out that they wanted to put you in prison for what you wrote on those leaflets? Somebody said that you were arrested for distribution of material on federal property. I didn’t understand what that means. I was not there at your trial. I thought that you were passing out guns to bank robbers or selling drugs to kids on the streets. I didn’t know that they wanted to put you in prison for political reasons. I didn’t know that they wanted to use this evaluation as a loophole to the Constitution.”

“Yes, Dr. Miora,” I said, “the interview was for only 45 minutes. But this is not the story your hommie Barbara Counter wrote to the judges. I have a copy of the letter your hommie Dr. Barbara Counter wrote to the judges behind my back. It’s another pack of lies like always. She wrote to the judges that your interview lasted for 2 hours and that she agrees with everything you wrote on that evaluation. Dr. Counter was not there at that interview. She was not there at any of my trails. She was not there at any of the 10 arrests. And, as a matter of fact, to this day I have never seen her face and she’s never seen me in all her life. The only reason I know that she is a real person, is because I received a copy of the secret letter she sent to the judges in 1998 but I never received it until 6 years after I got out of prison. Both judges ruled that her letter was relevant even though she has never seen me in all my life because she has a long list of universities that she graduated from. But after talking to you, I’m starting to think that it’s all another con job. That’s U.S. justice.

Psychoanalysis

One day I told my secretary that as a child in school I was very shy and quiet. I would never speak up in school. I never complained about anything. “I find that very hard to believe”, she said with a big smile.

This made me think about how much I have changed after so many beatings. I suppose it was the beatings and torture from 1990 that changed me the most. After these beatings from the L.A.P.D, I made a vow to myself that I would spend the rest of my life complaining about these beatings even though the complaints would, of course, result in more beatings. My voice is like thunder but I was not born with this very loud voice that I have. As a child in school, I had a voice like a church mouse. My foghorn voice comes from 20 years of teaching rebellious kids in U.S. schools. If you spend 20 years trying to be heard over the shouting, heckling and laughing of very loud kids, your vocal cords will get buffed out like the incredible hulk.

My mom used to beat me up, but I would never complain to anybody. The kids would beat me up but I never complained to the principal. It was the 1990 beating from the L.A.P.D. that changed me forever. This was one of the reasons why I was passing out the leaflets that caused my arrests. Maybe judges Hillman and Nagle will never go to prison for what they did. Maybe Pedro Castillo, Dr. Miora and other shrinks will never go to prison for what they did. But I vow that I will spend the rest of my life trying to tell the whole world about it in many languages.

In this cartoon, Mooshy Ratton is allowed to talk about why he keeps getting arrested. But in real life, psychoanalysis is very different. I went through 10 years of psychoanalysis and the doctors would never let me finish explaining why I always get arrested every time I try to talk to a police officer. They would let me talk for 3 minutes and they would spend the rest of the Freudian hour (45 minutes) giving me a long sermon about stupid things that I already know. It was like sitting in church listening about virtue and evil which has nothing to do with my case. Virtue and evil has nothing to do with why the police officers arrested me. After their 42 minute sermon, the psychiatrists would complain, “you never let me get a word in edgewise” The police never arrested me because of virtue or evil. They arrested me because .I criticized them, because I was passing out leaflets on a public sidewalk (which criticized them) or because I refused to answer their question. The police did not want to hear my criticism. The psychiatrists didn’t want to hear the true reason why I keep getting arrested. The judges didn’t want to hear from my eyewitnesses why I was arrested so many times. But now the world will hear the true reason why I keep getting arrested and why I’ve been forced into exile. I will tell them in many languages.   

House of the rising sun

There’s a place I know in Torrance.

It’s called Del Amo of the Rising Sun.

It’s where Virginia debriefed me.

And spanked me where the sun don’t shine.

Mothers tell your children.

Not to do what Virginia has done .

And tell’em about the things that go on.

At Del Amo of the Rising Sun.

Virginia is a very big nurse, (maybe acromegaly caused by a tumor in her brain). She held me by my wrists and pulled me towards a bed while I was shouting at the top of my lungs . “LET ME GO! LET GO! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!” Two male nurses walked behind with hands ready to grab me just in case Virginia lost her grip. Once she held me at the bed, the two men pushed me down to the bed. One man held me by my arms. The other man held me by my legs. Then Virginia pulled down my pants and briefs. Then she spanked me on my naked butt. While she spanked me, she cheered and langhed, “YEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ! YEEEE HA HA HA HA HA !” Once she was satisfied with the spanking, a different nurse forced injections of heldol, depakote, and anivan in my naked butt.

In almost all states in the U.S., prostitution is a crime. It is called a “victimless crime” because neither the man nor the woman complain about the sex act. BUT I’M COMPLAING ABOUT BEING RAPED BY VIRGINIA THE PROSTITUTE RAPIST !!! I AM THE VICTIM!!! I did not pay Virginia to spank me! It was Uncle Sam who paid Virginia to rape me. Uncle Sam is the whoremonger. It is a crime to have sex with a prostitute. But isn’t it also a crime for a prostitute to rape a man? Isn’t forced rape a crime much worse than prostitution? In the U.S., if you tell a sexual joke to a woman, she has a right to put you in prison for “sexual harassment”. But what about Virginia? If a man grabs a white blond woman, lifts up her skirt, pulls down her panties and spanks her on her naked butt, isn’t that sexual harassment?

GATEWAYS looks like a normal neighborhood. But in the U.S., nothing is as it seems. All 20 houses are prison pods that make up a very big prison. GATEWAYS is like a whorehouse because it looks like a normal house from the outside but inside it’s very different. One of these garages is Dr. Chaska’s evil laboratory .We used to call him “Dr. Mengele.” The garage at the main house, 1801 Lakeshore Ave., is Sandy Long’s office. Sandy Long is the current director at GATEWAYS. She says “Hey, don’t blame me for what they did to you. I was not working here when you were a prisoner. I had nothing to do with it. (i.e. I’m the Swedge named Birgit. I ain’t in it. I’m the Swiss named Swess. I ain’t in this mess!) “A very small number of people there are not prisoners. They are there only  because they just got out of prison and they haven’t yet found a place to live.This is why they call it a “half way house.” It’s like Madam Mocha’s Chocolate Shop. Maybe it’s possible to buy a box of chocolates .And maybe one or 2 customers really do buy a box of chocolates. But most customers don’t come to Madam Mocha’s chocolate shop just to buy chocolates. Likewise, most so-called “residents” are political prisoners. They are not allowed to get out. So why are they called “residents.” Because U.S. law says that you can’t put anybody in prison without a jury trial. Uncle Sam doesn’t give a RAT’S POSTERIOR about the law. Uncle Sam breaks the law any time he damned well feels like it. He puts hundreds of thousands of political prisoners in prison without a jury trial because he calls such prisons a “halfway house.” If the public can believe this “halfway house” con, then Uncle Sam can LEGALLY open up “Uncle Sam’s Chocolate Shop” down in ol’ New Orleans. If Uncle Sam can “hussel” a “halfway house,” then why not hussel a “victimless crime?” a legal whorehouse.

WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

In June of 1992 I was arrested by the I.N.S., at Imperial Beach, California. I filled out all their forms, but they didn’t believe my address in the U.S. They didn’t believe that I’m a U.S. citizen. If I fill out their freaken customs form, will they believe my address in Kiev? Will they believe my story about why I live in the Ukraine? In June of 1992 they guaranteed me that if I sign their false confession to illegal immigration, they would not put me in prison. They guaranteed me that if I sign the false confession, they would let me go back to the beach to continue to enjoy my vacation. But it was like signing a contract with the devil. They kept me in prison for 3 months. They also used this false confession to falsely prove that I’m an illegal alien. So if I fill out their freaken customs form with so much unusual information that they’ll never believe, as I signed the false confession of 1992, won’t they use this customs form as false evidence to prove that I’m totally freaken nuts? This is why I never fill out a customs form. Of course, refusing to answer their questions will also result in spending my summer vacation in a mental hospital. BUT, when the shrinks start their B.S. about “Mr. Sanchez said this. Mr. Sanchez said that. Mr. Sanchez thinks that yadda yadda yadda. Mr. Sanchez wants bla bla bla, etc. etc.”  I can say, “You also said that I refused to answer questions from U.S. customs. So how can you say that I said that I work for the M.I.B. agency if you are also saying that I refused to answer their question? If I never answered any questions, then you can’t give me any of your B.S. about flying a star ship to capture Darf Vader.

U.S. customs say a lot of lies about me to the L.A.P.D. I tell them that I never said that .The L.A.P.D. looks at me as if I’m just a lunatic. The L.A.P.D. then says a lot of lies about me to Dr. Griffith. I tell her that the officer is lying but Dr. Griffith looks at me as if I’m just babbling. As the lie grows exponentially, each story teller adds his own embellishments to make the tale taller and taller. Each story teller deletes the boring details and adds whatever he thinks will make the story more exciting. The story is told and retold by dozens of doctors until it becomes a totally new story that has nothing to do with the original lies that U.S. customs told the L.A.P.D. One day, the whole world will know all the lies behind the big talk about “liberty” and “justice for all.”

THE AMERICAN SPRING

Gutenberg’s printing press was the greatest invention since the phonetic alphabet. It revolutionized the world. It caused many revolutions all over the world. Revolutions were not new, but revolutionary movements were hundreds of yours apart and it took very rich kings and nights to lead such movements. The printing press changed all that. Right became might. The pen became mightier than the sword. Suddenly the world could be changed through newspapers or leaflets. Your enemies could take your leaflets and destroy them. But they could not destroy your ideas because your printing press could print out your ideas by the millions. The age of barbarism began to die out. It became possible to fight your enemies with paper and ink instead of arrows or bullets. Moreover, paper and ink is cheaper than arrows and bullets. You didn’t have to be rich to pass out leaflets on a public street. (Although the malls are causing public streets to go extinct.) You didn’t have to hire an army of barbarian hordes to bring about change.

However, paper and ink has its limitations. Although paper and ink is cheap, it is limited to a few sheets to be distributed to a few hundred people. But if you write a book and you are trying to distribute it to thousands of people, then you’re talking big beaucoup bucks. Then you have to be a rich king to bring about change.

You are also limited to walking range. You can’t pass out leaflets very well if you’re driving down Broadway at 25 m.p.h. You have to walk. But that doesn’t mean that people will accept your leaflets. When I used to pass out leaflets on the streets of Los Angeles, very few people would read my leaflets. The few that did, would just read the cartoon and throw it away. It was very strange. I couldn’t understand why people were so afraid of my leaflets. Later on I found out why. Some of my friends had been arrested for distributing political literature on the sidewalks of L.A. One of the arresting officers was a federal police officer named Laurence (a.k.a. Larry)Vann. I asked him why he arrested my friends. He said that it is a crime to distribute literature on federal property and all sidewalks (pavement) in the U.S. are federal property.

“That’s not true,” I said, “I have law books that say that the supreme court says that all public areas freely open to the general public are legal venues for freedom of speech.”

Then he smiled and turned away from me saying: “If people are too stupid to know that everybody has the right to freedom of speech on any sidewalk, then they don’t deserve the right to freedom of speech.” He later denied this in federal court, of course.

The computer, along with the internet and social media, has changed everything. It is the greatest invention since Gutenberg’s printing press. It will cause 100 times more revolutions than the printing press. Although violent revolutions are inevitable, it is the greatest form of PEACE technology. Benito Juarez said:

“When words stop flying,

the fists start flying.

When the fists stop flying,

the bullets start flying.”

Freedom of speech is possible only for the rich editors and media directors in the U.S.

Riots like the Rodney King riot of 1992 was the poor man’s freedom of speech. But social media like Facebook, Tweeter, MySpace, DiviantArt, etc., is a non-violent weapon that eventually will keep the words flying so that the fists and bullets will never start flying. It is social media that caused the Arab spring and the Russian spring. And now there will be the AMERICAN SPRING. Paper and ink are now obsolete. Now you can walk around the world at the speed of light and pass out leaflets to hundreds of people automatically while you are doing something else. Officer Vann cannot arrest you. Officer Charles Tate (a.k.a. Frank 25) cannot take away your leaflets as he used to do in 1998. Every day, federal police like Laurence Vann, Charles Tate, or Carlos Vasquez are arresting people for passing out leaflets or protesting against U.S. customs. Prisons and mental hospitals are overcrowded with political prisoners. But social media will change everything without paper or ink.

When they arrest you for protesting (a.k.a. P.D.D.) they take you to a mental hospital like Del Amo. They will ask you stupid questions about hearing voices in your head, having a radio implanted in your brain, or talking to E.T. in outer space. But social media will change everything. Doctors like Wong, Hirsch, or Abjelina will be more worried about becoming the laughing stock of the world in Russian, Arabic, French, etc. than to give a rat’s spit about the freaken radio implanted in your brain.

They will be more worried about how many readers you have than to give a freak about the freaken voices that you’re supposed to be hearing in your head.

Hundreds of mental hospitals will go out of business because of social media. Thousands of unemployed psychiatrists will be living on welfare and sleeping on the streets like hobos. That will be the AMERICAN SPRING

THE LIGHT OF LIBERTY

           The right to freedom of speech is much more than just a right. It is the light of freedom. Every year Uncle Sam comes up with a new law, new limit, new exception, new loophole to freedom of speech. Today, almost anything you do or say in public can be an exception to freedom of speech. Criticizing the police or U.S. customs is “a clear and present danger.” Passing out political literature on a public sidewalk (“federal property”) is “a clear and present danger.” I have paid a high price for freedom of speech. I have served over a year in 3 U.S. prisons for passing out political literature on a public sidewalk, (“federal property.”) My X-attorney, Pedro Castillo refuses to write a letter about what is “federal property” and what is not because Uncle Sam wants to keep arresting anybody for passing out political literature on any public sidewalk. The State Bar of California and the Supreme Court of California all know about Mr. Castillo’s refusal and they too refuse to make any ruling about what is federal property and what is not. Uncle Sam doesn’t want anybody to know what is federal property and what is not. Uncle Sam wants everybody to live in darkness. Uncle Sam, like any thief, liar, or cockroach, thrives in darkness. If you shine the light of evidence on Uncle Sam, he will shut his eyes tightly, cover his ears and chant: “LATTLELATTLELATTLELATTLE!” Uncle Sam fears the light as a cockroach fears the light. If Uncle Sam imprisons so many political critics, then how is it possible for me to make so many jokes about Uncle Sam on this blog? It’s very simple. I’m thousands of miles away from him. I live in Kiev and the Ukraine has no extradition treaty with the U.S. However, he is still patiently waiting for me at the airport. As sdoon as I set foot at the airport, U.S. Customs will call the L.A.P.D. and they will commit me to a mental hospital. Using a mental hospital to hold political critics is not a new idea. Josef Stalin used to do the same thing in all cities of the U.S.S.R. Here in Kiev there is a historical mental hospital called The Pavlovskaya Mental Hospital. The address is Ulitsa Frunze 103. When the Nazis came to Kiev, they had many wounded soldiers. In order to remove the political prisoners from the Pavlovskaya, the Nazis told the prisoners that they were now “liberated.” They were told that they were going to be evacuated to Germany where they would get a German citizenship, taught to speak German, learn a trade, would be safely away from the war, and be free from communism. They were told that the evacuation trains were leaving from Babi Yar. All the Pavlovskaya political prisoners were massacred at the Babi Yar pit along with 36,000 Jews.

         Uncle Sam cannot legally punish me for criticizing him. However, he is very slick con artist. He uses his “psychiatric con” as a cover scam. The psychiatrists always say that the purpose of the medication is not to punish me. That the purpose is to make me “feel better,” and that I should be thankful for getting such expensive medication for free. The freaken medication feels freaking horrible and makes me fantasize about building bombs and blowing up all the freaken shrinks to hell.

Political critics are the light of freedom. Without them, your country will enter into a new dark age. Then all kinds of mutant cockroaches will come out of the wood work. My great heroes that I really worship are: Daniel Ellsberg who went to prison for ratting on LBJ for the Bay of Torkin hoax that escalated the Vietnam War; Judith Miller who went to prison for shining the light on the “weapons of mass destruction” hoax that caused the second Gulf War; Bradley Manning who is now in prison for shining a light on the barbaric cruelty of the U.S. military. Private manning deserves the Congressional Medal of Honor for trying to end the War in Iraq. He has saved thousands of lives.