To Cocoa Beach Police Officers G. Ogden (in your case, translated
"ogama - Swedish unwilling (to do his job)) ogama-bad or o-goddamn,
L. Keene, J. Vitek, in-form-ant Harry Koons and DEA Agent Wheeler
The Whispering Pigs:
This is Steve McLain.
Let's just Share sumthin'.
I know you have my RECORD BOOK.
I called you because I was fed up with years of a female and her daddy's theatrics.
For example, her dad, JD, pulling wires off my motorcycle, pointing a shotgun at me
and constantly threatening me, none of which happened when I got him a temporary
job working for my dad (R.I.P.), sold him a car for dirt cheap, co-signed for
her car, bailed her out of jail, got her into college, and helped pay for the
abortion of one of her dud boyfriend's kids, but only after I bought her some
boobs. The boobs were to help her earn more money as a waitress, but after
she got them she bacame a little strumpet.
JD and I even surfed together until she told me about herself. She told
me how her dad, at 16, and her mom, at 15, had both quit high school to raise
her. He got a job, but spent all his money on cigarettes, pot and beer, so her
mom left him. Her daddy, John Netherton Dighton (It's not a betrayal;
it's a warning to others.), tiki- carver/carpenter, had abandoned her to his
sister when she was two and she got passed from family to family until she got
raped and impregnated by a son of one of the families, Donald Green, who
threatened her with homelessness if she did not submit. She finally moved
back with her dad. One night after JD was passed out drunk, a certain Donald
Ayers, whom she had dated once, broke into her bedroom and forced himself upon
her, getting her pregnant and moving in. John once told me, "You have to watch
out for my daughter. She's a weasel... (chug on a beer). Not only that... but
she stinks when she makes love." I did an abrupt about_face straight to my
apartment and quit surfing with him. When he saw she had new boobs, he was
like "You stay away from my daughter!" trying to cut (saw) me off from her
while forgetting she came to me for help. I did not chase her.
(There are many psychology books written about men who feel
no shame in chasing daughters they earlier abandoned. Also,
GoogleAI: Zeus impregnated "Persephone (His Own Daughter): In Orphic traditions,
Zeus took the form of a serpent to seduce and impregnate his daughter Persephon",
which is one of many reasons people quit worshipping (serving) such goda, and
they faded away. Zeus has been hypothesized to have been Yahweh by many historians.)
If you ever read this, John, I'm the soldier in the blue Chevy Blazer who picked
you up hitchhiking in 1983 who you shared a smoke with. You never knew that.

I felt sorry for her because of all she had been through. One instance being
she and I had paid off her $800.00 traffic fines and had gotten her license back.
She was told she was good to go at the license bureau. Two days later she got
pulled by a Cocoa Beach cop who thought her daughter in the front seat should
be in a restrainer (more likely because Sharon was a long-haired blonde). The cop
radioed it in. His dispatch said her daughter did not have to be in such a seat,
but her license had been suspended because of points. He arrested her, and she
lost her license for another year. There are dozens more such incidents,
many of which are in my RECORD BOOK, which you cops probably drool over
as there are several other dramas with other females recorded.

Her (most likely her daddy) stealing my briefcase while I was away for half an
hour was the last straw. She had come over saying her dad was mad at her for
talking to me. I told her I had to go to work, but I'd leave my back door open
if she needed to escape him. (I always locked both doors.) I rode to work to
find we did not have to work that evening. The whole trip took about fifteen
minutes. The first thing I noticed was my briefcase was gone. I knew they took
it. I went over to them and said, "O.K. give me back my briefcase." Now, her tone
was bitter. "We don't have it" and shut the door. Fed up, I called you police.
Johnny-bravo-type G. Ogamabad ants-in-the-pants arrived. I said I would not
press charges if he would simply retrieve my property. He told me he would
"take care of it" and to wait in my apartment. I did, believing without seeing.

Over an hour later, he returned wearing dark sunglasses, which he did not
have on before (is was dusk now) and told me she didn't have it.
When I asked him, "Did you check your trunk?",
he yelled at me "I SED she doesn't have it!'
(Sharon-E-D are the female's initials.)
He lied.
He left.

At first, I let it go. I wasn't worried about it. Pissed, but not worried. 
I thought they may have, somehow, hid it from the cop and I could get it later.
However, under-Cover-Employee Koons, under the direction of Wheeler, confronted
me with trick questions concerning topics of no legal bearing, but which nobody
without my diary would have known. There can be no doubt Ogden took it,
and you police are unlawfully holding my property from me. 

I went to  your department. It took 45 minutes watching a female officer
dart from office to office to get a police report. Your report states,
"WHICH HE ALWAYS LEFT OPEN!", a false, exculpatory statement exonerating
trespassing by anyone. The capitalization and emphasis are yours and are
obviously a key point with which your fellow cops were to play along.
The fact is the suspect was an attractive female, and
Ogden did record spending over an hour and a half
searching her 600 square foot apartment with her present.
The report was verified by Vitek and entered by Keene,
both having disregarded the false exculpatory statement.
In total, that makes at least five officers in violation of
18 U.S. Code 241 and 242. She, and her daddy, make seven persons.
Reading my Record Book is an illegal "warrantless search"
as set forth by Arizona vs. Hicks 480 U.S. 321 (1987).

It appears Ogden falsified the report and took the property which he
was supposed to recover, to remove the evidence in order to cover for her.
But, his doing that indicates his having fulfilled every cop's dream. That is,
getting a beautiful, intimidated, ignorant-of-her-rights female in isolation,
not counting her daddy who was never really there, where no-one can see how you
manage to get her consent, or to cuck a threesome to avoid jail time. Sharon and
two other girls I knew gave lawyers sexual favors to get charges dropped.
One of those lawyers died in a car crash in which he, doing an estimated
100 mph, slammed head-on into a vehicle killing all four occupants and
leaving his own wife and children without insurance. It was in the paper.

Og-split-den could have performed his duties and "gotten some" after,
but he probably couldn't have gotten any without the threat of arrest.
After treating my RECORD BOOK like a voodoo doll, Ogden gave it to Wheeler
and probably told him he confiscated it from some girl he busted. Wheeler
must have realized Ogden's story was a lie, but he didn't
question it due to the guidance of the police department.
Instead, he sent an undercover cop to entrap me at the
family motel where I worked. With what evidence?
A book with references to habits decades past?
Who's the low-life there?
Don't think you have my mind,
I've made a copy from memory.

Ogden, you went in there and DIED, G.
You remember those fine legs. Those breasts.
Golden hair. Those angelic cheeks puffing up,
like a "blow dryer". Her daddy's tender gaze.
You made her eat your shorts and your Genes, G,
Then, you came over and lied to me.

Later, you dumped the book on Wheeler
either because you panicked with the thought of getting caught,
or you knew it didn't matter that your department knew the truth.

Trustworthiness is as high as you can get.
I knew I should have gone over to check, but I trusted the matter
would be taken "care of". It was life's way of telling everyone
that you have to watch a cop's every move.
During that time period, I donated to several police charities.
Now I piss on the thought of being a cop.

That's enough of you saying "God sed", Ogden.
Whether you coerced her, or she seduced you,
you stole the property you were to retrieve.
You read something in my Record Book I told girls I knew:
"Act innocent and it will rub off on you."
Keep doing things in your mind, and others might do them.
Whutcha gonna do now? Push sum carts outta Walmart?
With whom girls have affairs is their business,
but my property is my business.

Is your name Clarence? Clairevoyant.
Reading someone's diary does not make you a psychic.
Is that your convertible?
We get to use your voice.


For any officer to even attempt to get away with such a thing indicates
a lack of discipline and peer pressure within the department. If you other
cops say, "I'd be ashamed", why do you try to tie into chasing the weasel.
Keep covering (f)Ogden(t)'s ass, and you'll turn into toilets.
Eventually, something bad will drop on you from above.
Think about it. cop + flow = cowflop.
Does it hurt? (to think). Never mind.
Just do as you're told.
Bust (d)Ogde(w).

"Butt, we're cops. We have badges, and he's a bro," u-sed.
The badge, like a driver's license is a privelage, not a right.
You have to earn it.

Does that pass through your head like breeze through a fan?
Putting your shoes on (anybody's shoulders) makes you feel ten feet tall, huh.
Saying, "We gave your property back", does not give it back, but admits you have it.
Handing me a Bible with a note, "That's the only book you need"
is not sufficient when it basically says run from the situation,
and God will take care of it. Maybe in the next life?

Are those your heels? Guess what? While you were oggling over my diary, I taped
a picture of my book to yer behind-spot. Don't believe me? Just look and see.
Didja git 'im? Hah! Fooled you. It's a picture of your mom, naked.
(You looked that time.)
Don't fart or the tape will blow off in yer face.

I feel you wrote your name in my book, because I put a safety mechanism
in there in case it was stolen that said to the effect,
"If you want to live forever, sign your name here."
You are dumb enough to have signed it, but tore
the page out before giving it to Wheeler.

Keene and Vitek are retards, Koons is a snake and Wheeler is an officerdo
(Mexican for police). You are all the kinds of goons the government does hire.

Wheeler, my name does not mean a portion of the road to "stay in".
Nor does yours mean "vehicle".

The original Sumerian "keklos"
and cognates: 
Proto-Slavic: kolo
Proto-Balto-Slavic: kaklas,
Proto-Indo-Iranian: čakrám
Phrygian: κίκλην (kíklēn)
Proto-Tocharian: *kuk(ä)le
Tocharian A: kukäl
Tocharian B: kokale
Ancient Greek: kúklos etc.,
predate "wheel" by thousands of years,
Later, it became Latin "rota",  Spanish "rueda",
German "Rad", Swedish "ratt", etc.
"Wheeler" comes from wood rim wechseler (changer)".
Wheelers were sent to replace the Irish by Cromwell, got disgusted
with the British and stood against them in the American Revolution.
You should remember that.

What's in Omaha, Nebraska? My book?
I see a short, chubby, black female
in uniform. Zip-lock bag.
Metal filing cabinet.
Second drawer from the bottom.
But, I digress.

Oh! A while ago, a lady-friend of mind was given a ticket by Cocoa Beach
Parking Enforcement for parking at her friend's house, behind a "Watch for
Pedestrians" sign. He said the diamond shape sign was a right-of way sign.
She argued, correctly, that it was only a warning sign as defined on FDOT's
website. The Enforcement agent got beligerent, so she called the Cocoa Beach
Police. The officer who arrived did not know what the sign meant, so he called
his chief, who also did not know. She was issued the ticket and had to go online
to arrange her own court date. The judge immediately dismissewd the charge.

More and more people are taking matters into their own hands,
largely because examples set by law enforcement cause them
to despise police and city officials. Is that too hard
for those in or out of uniform to comprehend?
That was a rather feeble, "No."

Did I just hear a cop say, "well, she sed she would..."?

Here are some words ending in u-sed that suit you:
caused, accused, paused, confused, aroused, refused, housed, abused, doused, ... amused.

Og, both you and Die-per-say have "showed him (each other)" on your "showed-hers"
Was it scary?
Does your wife know?
Eventually, she will read this.
Or a friend will point it out to her,
and it will answer the many questions
she's had about your behavior, and
wherefrom you got "Death by doorknob"
(tripping into a door, distracted by
something else).


I don't apologize for the rant, and I shouldn't be the only one pissed.
I've been slammed against fences, been given a false breath test within an FPL
power station after passing a field sobriety test, slammed to the ground for
exercising my right to free speach, had police guns pointed to my head for saying no,
been laughed at as I sat bleeding on a jail cell floor after being hit
in my back by a truck doing 50 mph, walking 10 miles from Melbourne to
a joint in Cocoa Beach and getting arrested for not having any ID on me.
Well, really I asked a girl to dance and when she saw I was covered in
blood, she freaked out and they called the police. Instead of taking me
to a hospital, they threw me in jail.
Clean up your own act instead of being another example of Kingdom's crap.
And all you who choreograph the need for police presence, F**k you.
Find something constructive to do with your short time on Earth.

P.S.
I notified Special Agent C. Shephard of FDLE. I suggested all he needed to
do was get an affidavit from Wheeler stating Ogden had given him the book.
That would eliminate the need for preliminary interviews. He told me he would get
on it, but it takes time. It's been over twelve years now, and he does not respond to
my inquiries. If the police are not corrupt, Shephard shouldn't be too busy. Right?
I think he was insulted by me advising him and completely dropped the case.
If you people at DEA in Omaha, Nebraska ever muster up the moral fortitude to
return my Record Book, please contact Special Agent Christopher Shephard in
the Melbourne Office of Florida Department of Law Enforcement. He can email me.
How hard is it? The Lord's ineptness in returning a book indicates the Lord's
proficiency in performing tasks more complex. If you can't bust a two-bit,
crooked cop, those individuals on the Epstein list have nothing to worry about.

Anybody else reading this, please just take Ogden's name like the police do
and abandon it to, not his wife, but to Sharon. I pray that we the people can
deliver such girls as Sharon from evils. without exploiting them. Thank you.

Steve McLain (signature on a scotch-taped picture)