Okay, this might be what the cops are "investigating".
A few weeks ago, neighbors no doubt heard a loud "bang," like an "explosion" in my apartment. They would definitely hear me scream "Oh my God!" at the top of my lungs.
I screamed because the baking dish I owned exploded into fragments of glass in the oven. Here's a picture of the glass dish at this link:
http://www.amazon.com/Kitchen-Supply-Square-Glass-Baking/dp/B002JPJ07S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381609207&sr=8-1&keywords=pyrex+square+pan
Yes, everyone, my pork chop casserole was transformed from dinner to kitchen disaster. And I didn't want my glass dish to break like that. It was always the perfect size for a batch of diabetic-safe brownies.
But here's the thing. The cops never came by to ask what that was all about.
So you see, Farmers Branch Police want to be "gung-ho cowboys riding to save the day," but their "terrorist threat" was a glass pan breaking.
And tell me something, FBPD. How the BLAZES do I, the damn near penniless unemployed, manage to "terrorize" with a baseball bat and a gun that has no ammo? That's your "evidence," you morons. Is that bat a "weapon of mass ball thwacking"? Scared I'll go over to the nearby college's batting cage and bat a few?
Now to address the "Well if you're unemployed and broke, how do you pay the rent?" I'll tell you how. I have the rather depressing task of selling off my personal belongings--the remains of happier days. And let me tell you this, if I had $50 just lying around, I'd spend it on my diabetes testing strips. If I wanted to spend it frivolously, the only things I would want "blowing up" would be some kind of console or PC shooter game that I'm lousy with anyway. Do either of those examples sound like a "terrorist" to you moron fashion models in uniform?
And if you tweedle-brains are all a-lather over a term like "make this video go viral," you should know that what's MEANT is that the video has become POPULAR. "Going viral" has no relation to destroying computers. And also for your information, just because I have a Master's in Computer Science doesn't make me some flipping hacker. My skills are too old, and the technology has outstripped my knowledge base. I'm a tinkerer, a dabbler, at best.
I'd rather make jewelry out of paper and glue. And I can damn well PROVE THAT.
Now a friend of mine, she has security clearance from The Department of Homeland Security. And she tells me that FBPD is just being a bunch of "assholes". All of this flap is just an excuse to keep my means of self-defense.
The cops should have just said, "You just got out of the hospital, and we think you could still use a little more 'calm down time,' so we're hanging onto these and stepping up patrols in the area. With any luck, we'll catch the perp trying to break into your apartment. Then you'll not have to live in fear quite as much."
That would have been the SMART thing to say and do.
But nooooo.... Now I have to be scared and wonder if a passing patrol is going to arrest me for standing at a bus stop! Do you know what it's like to not be able to do your normal, daily routine while living in fear of the LOCAL GOVERNMENT THUGS?
Edit: A mental health professional I spoke with today, well, more like two of them--they think the cops are full of crap with this whole "terroristic threat" thing. I mean, can you imagine the Feds getting involved over a freaking BASEBALL BAT? I'm sure they'd love to laugh at Farmers Branch Police over that one, you know? As the psychiatrist put it, "Can't take down a skyscraper with a baseball bat".
And in case you're reading this edit, Mr. Pills, here's a link to my PROOF about making jewelry with paper and glue: Crazy Woman Hobbies. This is what I like doing when I'm not distracted by constantly griping about the piss-poor job your "Keystone Cops" disaster and the brat pack do.
Oh, and Mr. Pills? The psychiatrist believes I'm doing much better on the current dosage that the hospital gave me. He said I was much calmer. So how about stuffing your paranoia? Administrative leave without pay while in a psychiatric hospital would probably do you a world of good. You sure can't be a REAL COP if you're terrified of a limp-dishrag of a woman filing her nails down to a uniform length. Oh, and both professionals believe that as long as I keep getting enough sleep, I should be fine.
So how about going over to that "family" you seem to be soooo enamored with and telling them to knock off the crap? Give them some QUIET alternatives to play time that doesn't involve the FREAKING COTTON-PICKING WALL?!?
