The THUGGERY of Newport Police

To be clear, I am not talking about those up in Welsh Wales, with whom I have had no interaction but the thugs on the Isle of Wight.

Let’s talk a bit about the recent events.

I was presented with a man and a woman officer; well, I call him a man, that is questionable.

They asked to come in as they said I was under arrest. I pointed out that they were being filmed, even though I have signs everywhere; maybe they cannot read? That would not surprise me.

But a general comment first. They sit in tbeir little police station until they get a call. They the rush down, with blues and twos to wherever they have got to go. By the time they get there, the person would either be dead or the perpetrator has got away. I hear this nearly every day as they do not put their sirens on until they have left Godshill and turn them on right outside my house. How very inconsiderate as there are people living OUTSIDE Godshill. They are not alone; the ambulances do it as well.

So, they just sit playing cards, drinking tea or doing their nails in either the police station or the hospital, sitting on their fat arses until they have something to do and us tax payers are paying for all of that. What a fucking waste of money, eh?

AS to doing their nails, I was shocked and mortified that the so called desk sergeant was wearing nail varnish. She was clearly unsuitable to do anything else and was probably a plastic policewoman.

What a state the so called modern police force has become

The man was clearly a thug and stated “you are going to get arrested, whatever you say”. You could see the enjoyment in his face.

She was, I have to say, somewhat better. But not knowing what medication I was on, she continued to empty the whole cupboard of my medication but then searched every draw in the kitchen. What was she looking for? It could not have been knives as by the entrance to the kitchen there were two full knife blocks and, in one of the cupboards, a Japanese Sushimi knife that would cut your hand off in one stroke.

She was looking for nothing; it was all part of the police’s attempt to intimidate and demean who they are about to arrest.

Any excuse that the police can make and they will take it. I said I had to have a wash but the thug had to go into the bathroom first and on the floor, by a water pipe isolation switch was a screwdriver. OOOOOOhhhhh. Can’t have that so he brought a dirty glass from the bathroom that had my shaver attachments in them for me to clean my teeth on the upstairs landing.

If he was at all worried, he could have just picked up the screwdriver and held it in his hand, whilst I did my thing but oh no, too easy and would need use of a brain cell of which he clearly had few. Just another pathetic attempt at trying to intimidate me but I took it in my stride but was nervous as I have been through this all before, remember?

Then I said that I wanted to wash my face. Oh this was too much for the thug who said “no, you cant do that and do you want to mow your garden as well?” He said that there were “plenty of facilities at the station”. There were none; no soap, no towels and no toilet paper. When I was about to leave that nail varnished “officer” opened the door so I told her and she said “I will fix that” but she will not and it is probably in the same state as it was then.

Then they said they wanted to take my computers. The thug took my old laptop, two towers, two dead laptops and Hender’s laptop and disconnected everything to take some power cables. But I told the thug that some of the stuff was dead and I had not used the towers for years, relying solely on my laptop. On top of that, everything was piled up in the second lounge/my old study, due to having to clear the dining room area for the ceiling replacement. EVERYTHING  was covered in dust showing that nothing had been used for ages.

But, regardless of that, he just plodded on, like a bull in a china shop.

As the male “officer” was clearly a thug, I approached the female version and said that I had agoraphobia and got very anxious being in small spaces; ironic, isn’t it. I aksed if I was going in a car or a van but the thug said I was going in a van, as someone had hurt an officer in the past; almost definitely a load of bullshit as being put in the back of a van is somewhat humiliating and, as importantly for the police, very visual.

When I arrived, I was taken to be finger printed and DNAd. I said they should still have that on their files after the 2016 incident. They said that it needed “updating” as there are advances all of the time. WHAT SHEER FUCKING BOLLOCKS. There are no more advances to be made in DNA, for identification purposes and finger prints do not change. Just another pathetic attempt at humiliation, an attempt which failed dismally.

In the interview, there had to be a man present as the one talking was a little girlie; bless her. It was purely done as a “two against one tactic” to intimidate me, which it did not. I refused a solicitor as I had absolutely nothing to hide and also because I know that duty solicitors are as useful as chocolate teapots, just like WPCs.

She asked me about some emails I had supposedly sent in October of last year. Who can remember even what they had for supper three months ago, let alone what emails were sent? No one can, not even her.

She then presented a number of emails that looked like they came from me, although I cannot find them on my account; I have checked but whether they are real or not, it does not make a difference to the police. They are very good at banging square pegs into round holes anyway and “fitting you up“.

After the interview, I was thrown back in the cell. A little while later, the woman detective came to me with two proposals. Absolute no win scenario so I accepted one of them.

At the same time, I asked about my laptop again. She didnt give a satisfactory answer. Yes, I very rarely go out and yes I have agoraphobia but I have some means and went out the next day and bought a new laptop, uploading it with the flash drive information.

But what if I had not had means? She didnt ask and didnt care. If I had not been able to afford to go out and get a new laptop, I would have been up shit creek without a paddle, as the internet is my window to the outside world. Everything is delivered; food, cigarettes, wine and items I need from Amazon. I rarely even go out my back door; only to put the bins out which I do on a very irregular basis or pop into the garage for something; the length of my grass is a testament to that.

The computers will not come back for two weeks I reckon but it is not a bother. They could not even access them but, if they could, they could not get into my hotmail, which is pinned and passworded. All of this “seizure for evidence purposes” is just sheer and utter bollocks

It is quite clear that these people were bullied in their childhood so they put a uniform on and bully others. They probably could not even get a job in the REAL world. It takes a certain mindset of person to want to humiliate, demean and intimidate an ordinary person, like you or me.

THEY HAVE ZERO EMPATHY, ZERO HUMANITY and ZERO UNDERSTANDING

THEY HAVE NO UNDERSTANDING WHAT CAN HAPPEN IN FAMILIES; THEY TAKE A FEMALE’S WORD AS GOSPEL BUT JUST SHIT ON THE MAN, EVERY SINGLE TIME

SOME WOMEN ARE SO DEVIOUS THAT THEY CAN TURN ON THE TEARS AT A MOMENT’S NOTICE AND ARE INCREDIBLY GOOD ACTRESSES, WORTHY OF A BAFTA AND CURRY FAVOUR OF THE POLICE, JURY OR JUDGE

YES, THERE ARE SOME EVIL MEN OUT THERE BUT WHY ARE SO MANY IN PRISON AND FEW WOMEN? BECAUSE SOCIETY FAVOURS THE FEMALE BITCHES. HOW FUCKING WRONG THEY ARE

THEY ARE THUGS PURE AND SIMPLE

Published by David Hender (copyright owner- all rights reserved)

If you want to know me, you first need to understand where I have been and where I am going

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