You heard it here, everyone. The Farmers Branch Police Department engages in discrimination!
Let me explain what transpired.
Due to the lack of anything being done about the fingerprints on my bedroom window (indications of someone trying to gain entry by pushing the window up, which you can read about here: http://fbtxghetto.blogspot.com/2013/09/september-24-2013-disturbing-discovery.html and here: http://fbtxghetto.blogspot.com/2013/09/september-27-2013-more-fingerprints.html), I've since felt unsafe enough that I feel a need to walk around armed.
My choice is a baseball bat.
Yes, I glared at one of the monstrous tormentors as she peered through the window. Yes I shook the bat a little.
And yes, the cops came by to give me a "warning".
So let's see, it's okay for the beasts to harass and torture another resident since July 2, 2013. It's okay, because the "Mommy" over there squeezed out five kids. But you, Ms. Bills, have no kids. Therefore we don't listen to YOUR COMPLAINTS, but we'll take any call from anyone else here.
It's also okay for the little unruly terrors to inflict emotional and mental damage by causing me constant stress, it's okay for the eldest daughter to send her boyfriend over here to break into my apartment, it's okay for all of that to happen. But I'm not allowed to let the little brat know I've had ENOUGH CRAP?!?
How else am I to get it through the slow-witted fiend? Telling "Mommy" doesn't get squat done. Telling the cops is pointless.
So it's okay to drive someone crazy, to the point where that person will snap and kill someone.
Way to freaking go, FAILURE SQUAD!
No, this has to be discrimination. It's clear from the contents of this blog that they're playing favorites, picking and choosing whose complaints will be punished, and which ones will be left to slide.
Let's see what the City Manager thinks though.
Edit: Well, after getting back home on October 7, 2013, it was plain that the City Manager had no comment. No email was sent back. Nothing came from the Chief of Police either.
I don't like it that the FBPD takes the side of a single mother with children and punishes a childless woman with cats (I have no children because I abstain. There's no man in my life and there never will be). I don't like it they endangered the lives of my "fur children". It's also deplorable how the cops think it's okay to step on the rights of the mentally disabled (The Feds protect the mentally disabled, and a mental illness is a disability. If it impacts one's ability to function, it's considered a disability). They caused me more unnecessary stress, which no doubt impacted my physical, mental, and definitely my emotional well-being. All of this crap that's been happening causes a rise in both blood sugar and blood pressure; the cops that ignore the problem, that blame it on my "mental illness" and push more pills, only make it worse.
Mr. Pills, the officer that was pushing me to go back to the hospital multiple times on October 8, 2013 (after I'd just gotten back from the hospital), won't respond to the threat to MY WELL-BEING that's ongoing. That's called taking sides. That's called discrimination.
The FBPD also denied me the right to blog, a violation of my First Amendment rights. How? Mr. Pills said he'd read my blog and found some contents distubring, something "normal people just don't think". So if he doesn't like the contents he's read, it makes sense for the cops to send me off to the hospital. And there's no computer access, no cell phone access, nothing but a landline and a 10 minute limit.
Look up Ruby Ridge, Mr. Pills, and get a clue please. I think the flap about Ruby Ridge involved the Feds blasting them with noise to deprive them of sleep and torture them, in essence. I'm getting similar treatment, but it's not the Feds doing it. It's just neighbors. But the cops should have stepped in weeks ago. And they've only "stepped in" to haul me away in the night.
Guess what else the cops did to me on September 31, 2013 in the wee A.M.? I answered the door barefoot. They had to be asked to give me shoes to wear. That's right. They were about to deprive me of a basic dignity like shoes and socks (had me wear flimsy house slippers instead). And I'm a diabetic being hauled through a dark parking lot without my glasses (easy to step on rusty nails, bottlecaps, and other garbage that could puncture flimsy house slippers), being laughed at, humiliated, and it should be understandable that I was enraged by the piss-poor treatment I had to endure.
That's unprofessional and a downright violation of basic human rights.
