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I had thought I had relinquished my moniker of "joe 6pk" with the writing
of what I felt was to be my last article titled " The Passing of "joe 6pk".
It seems the literal stomping on my chest (and other parts) by the Anderson
County Tennessee Sheriffs Office may have indeed brought new breath to
my lungs. Let's call it a close encounter with a "Police State"!!
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On Monday I was at my parents home and stepped across the street to visit
with my sister in her home. She was having problems with her grown twin
daughters and was asking them to please leave her home. I briefly counseled
with both girls and asked them to comply with their mothers wishes. I had
thought they were going to do that, so I left . Later at about 5:30 p.m.
I saw two squad cars pull up and I went to check on my sisters safety.
It turned out she had called them to remove the two girls. I entered my
sisters home and was surprised to hear the officers speaking rudely to
my sister. They asked who I was and my sister responded: that is my brother
and he is welcome in my home anytime. He is here making sure I am OK. She
once again requested the officers remove the girls. Instead the officers
each took one of the girls aside and began talking to them. My only words
to the officers were that I was not there to interfere, I was only there
to make sure my sister would be OK. Again my sister repeated I was indeed
always welcome in her home.
One of the officers
stepped back inside and in a moment said I need you to step outside. I
complied, thinking they were clearing the way to escort the two girls out.
Instead the one officer followed me out and asked me if I had a weapon
on me. I responded: " anything that I might have on me is my right
to have, under the Constitution of the United States of America. He repeated
his question and as I began repeating my answer, I reached to pull out
my copy of the Constitution. The booklet went flying from my hand as he
drove my head into the corner of the post, followed quickly by a chop to
my windpipe. He screamed the get down order to me but he had pressed
me in the corner preventing me from doing so. I noticed a look of pleasure
& excitement on his face before his delivery of his knee to my groin.
Then a look of astonishment that I had not collapsed. He barked get down
to me again with me still penned. I said if you will let me, I will be
glad to comply. He stepped partially aside having my right arm in an armbar
and his hand on my shoulder and walked me to the center of the porch. As
I started down I was apparently not moving fast enough for him, (due to
my disability of having two steel rods in my back, one of which is broken
plus the beating.) so he did a Hulk Hogan type body slam of me on my back,
slamming my head hard on the wood decking and shattering my glasses. The
other officer joined in and kneed me in the ribs as they rolled me over.
One stood on my head and ground it into the deck, as the other pulled my
left arm up behind me much further than it is designed to go. In extreme
agony I yelled out to my sister, Judy, I am complying with them do you
see what they are doing, brutalizing me this way? She told the officers:,
it was unnecessary to hurt me this way. My brother is complying with
you ! They told her to shut up or they would arrest her as they cuffed
my right hand. Then they stood over me and barked at me to get up
with me on my stomach and my hands handcuffed behind me.( try this
),( especially after a good beating),(with steel rods in your back) Of
course I was unable to comply fast enough, so they yanked me up by my handcuffs.
I was taken to the back of the patrol car and told to stay put as I was
being slammed on the trunk. I was unable to comply since my rib was impacted
by the cars police antenna which had folded into my rib. So for moving
in recoil of pain I was slammed down on the trunk again. My Dad had
come over from his house and protested this treatment of me while I was
incapacitated. He was told to shut up or he would be arrested as well.
Later I found out my Mother had gotten out of her sick bed and witnessed
this final assault at the car from her window. I was searched by the officers.
I was placed in the patrol car and never at any point told I was under arrest (though
that became obvious) or read any type of Miranda rights. Many of you know
from my past articles about Andrews, N.C. that people have been being arrested
there w/o Miranda warnings. Since I exposed that over a year ago,
60 minutes TV recently revealed West Virginia, Virginia, Maryland, North
& South Carolina no longer have Miranda rights.
Soon I guess I will find
out about Tennessee. After I was in the patrol car. One of the officers
yelled in a loud voice (as they are trained to do ) to the officer standing
next to him: did you see him go for that gun? Yes I did yelled the second
officer. You guy's are full of crap I yelled from inside the closed and
windowed up car. You know that was my Constitution booklet, I proclaimed
before realizing the futility of it.
As I was being
driven off to jail, my wife acted quickly notifying fellow Patriots and
scraping funds together for bond. One officer remained behind and arrested
my drivers license and derringer and overseeing the job he was called to
do in the first place, the removal of the two girls. The ACSO has refused
repeated requests to return my drivers license removed from my wallet by
officer Parker.
At the jail, personnel there immediately let it be known they were in charge
as if that wasn't obvious to me. After I was searched they brought a nurse
in who observed my injuries and asked me what happened and if I was hurt
anywhere else besides my head that was obvious. I responded that I had
been beaten by the deputies and my shoulder, ribs neck and back were injured
as well. They determined I would need to go to the hospital after booking
and processing (a lengthy process ). The desk officer who did the search
began cataloging items removed from my pockets and person.
He asked me about two items in particular.
A plastic pill carrier. He said is this for drugs? I said no it's to
carry the aspirins in that I regularly take for pain. I don't do drugs
! He looked at my POW/MIA bracelet and said what is this ? I said It's
a POW bracelet. What's that he said? Prisoners of War that fought for
our Constitution & America who never came home. He still looked
puzzled and said: but that's not your name on there he asked? No of
course not I responded in disgust. He also remarked how vicious my pocket
knife looked. I asked about my glasses and wallet. He said I don't have
them apparently the arresting officer has them. I glanced to the right
of me and noticed the infamous " torture chair" I had written an article
about.
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The one that they strapped a petite young women in and
sprayed her in the eye with mace for asking to pee w/o the male guards
and male prisoners watching. She was also robbed of a hundred dollars by
this same guard. I wondered to myself if I would escape this hell hole
before it was discovered I was the author of that piece and placed in the
chair myself. I also noted how two of the jail guards had recently been
charged in separate murder cases.
I was ordered
by this captor to go stand in a painted box area, where I was finally able
to knell and pray for my family. I was worried as to how they would be
able to cope with what had transpired.
I was informed by
my captors that my bond would be $7,500. What for I asked? What are the
charges for? Assault, resisting arrest and going armed he growled. I couldn't
help but reflect back how my head had assaulted that post and porch deck
and how resisting came from being battered & blocked and not being
able to bend fast enough for them due to my disability. Being a Constitutionalist
I know both the Tennessee and United States Constitutions and above all
God's law give me the RIGHT to be armed, especially on my families property
!!
My female
captor complained my bond was to low because the going armed charge is
a misdemeanor. She said : " That's what's wrong with this country, people
going armed and it's just a misdemeanor" I know replied the male guard.
I said: If you swore an oath to the Constitution you should know, law abiding
Citizens have a RIGHT to be armed". In unison they told me to shut up.
Nobody asked you to say anything the female growled.
I was told I
would have a choice. I could let them transport me after booking to the
hospital or I could be bonded out and my wife could take me. I opted for
the latter and was allowed to call my wife when the phone line was finally
available. ( they were doing a booming business that night ) ( Monday,
Dec 20th ). My wife informed me she would be there immediately with the
bondsperson.
My female captor
asked me for a nickname or alias. I have a Christian name I responded and
started telling her the Capital and small letter spelling. She said I'm
not listening to this crap and I am not going to release you w/o one she
demanded. So after reviewing my lack of option, I stated my sister calls
me "Bubby".
I was ordered
to step up to the camera for my photo and then was taken back and fingerprinted
electronically by what I noted to be the LSS 2000 labeled on the machine.
Said high dollar equipment likely purchased by good of' "Federal" funding.
On this apparatus your fingers are rolled across a space aged red laser
glass panel. I couldn't help but note the red and associate it with the
beast system many of these "public servants" serve.
After waiting awhile
in shear agony from my beating I was called forward to sign some papers.
I immediately told the officer I could not read the papers he was requesting
I sign w/o glasses. He told me to sign them anyway. I can't sign them w/o
knowing what I am signing. Can I wait until my wife arrives so she can
read them for me, I asked? No you can't was my captors response. You must
sign them now or you will not be released he demanded. So I wrote: under
duress w/o prejudice UCC 1-207 on all 3 forms and signed my name. He looked
at them and tore them up and made new copies without saying anything. He
put them on the counter and said sign these. Again I protested that I could
not see and signed in the same manner. He looked and said what's this garbage.
I ordered you to sign them, not write all over them. I said, It's to protect
me under Uniform, he interrupted me and barked: go sit down, now ! He returned
with the female guard and the guard also that I had written my " Chair
" article about. My wife and the bondlady appeared at the window
/ partition at this same time. The female guard had reprinted another set
of documents and said if you don't sign these without all the garbage on
them, you will not leave here ! My wife noted as I did how bad this guard
wanted to strike me in her anger. I told my wife to go ahead and leave
I was going to continue to be held.
The bondlady said "Mr. Burton please sign them or they will never release
you, and you can take that issue up with the Judge in your case."
Seeing
the futility and still hurting from my injuries and needing treatment.
I was forced to sign their way. I remembered as well, torture was certainly
in my future if I remained for a seat in their special "chair".
I gathered my
remaining possessions and tasted the sweet air of freedom again. As my
wife greeted me I remarked: this is not the America I grew up in !!!!!!!!!!
I thought I knew how bad things are in light of my past real life articles,
adventures and research. OH HOW WRONG I WAS !!!!!!!!! She said: I saw the
" chair" you wrote about, you are right she said, this isn't America anymore
!!!!!! My wife's cell phone rang, fellow
patriots were calling to confirm
that indeed I was walking out of the place. It was good to know my friends
were indeed alert and watching. My wife noted on the paper work my arraignment
date, December 29th, my mothers birthday.
My precious
wife took me to the hospital and miraculously no bones were broken, just
knots, abrasions, bruises as well as aggravation of old injuries.
My body was so racked with pain I couldn't hardly tell which part
hurt the worst, but my bruised larynx made it difficult to swallow.
It has taken
me 3 days to be well enough to set up and write this article. My body though
battered and bruised will heal in time. My faith in God almighty and my
spirit for a restored America continue to soar and cannot be damaged !!!!!!!!!!!!!
My fellow Citizens
and Patriots I've never asked for anything in this movement, I've never
profited in any way from my investigations, travel or research in this
movement. I now need help with money for a legal defense. I know it's a
bad time to ask with all that's going on and it being Christmas in a couple
of day's. If you have just a few dollars and my work has meant anything
to you and God leads you to help, I will attach my address below. If you
cannot ,at least please keep my family and America in your daily prayers
!!!!! Thank You.
For God, Country and Family I am:
Joe Burton - aka "joe
6pk Amer I CAN"
email - rmbrwaco@hotmail.com
EZE 33:6
c/o 316 Market street
Clinton, Tennessee ( 37716 )
P.S. - Please call Sheriff Manning and let him know treatment of Americans
like this is wrong !
Sheriff Scott Manning: Office (423) 457-5400
he is seldom available to the public so here is his home phone
(423) 494-9222 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now that the physical brutality is over, the next step is mental
brutality. Just imagine the "justice" he will receive in the courts!
JUSTICE ANYONE?
It's
time for J.A.I.L.!
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