September 17, 2017
Capt. KLOS –
I’m tired of collecting Styrofoam cups left outside my door by your
local “Satanic Drug Cult,” so let’s get “grandiose” and talk about whose ass is
getting arrested and prosecuted for trying to murder Charles Edward Hughes and
not change the topic. This is how it works when Russians almost succeed with
“taking over.” The police say, “We cannot disclose that.” And, “We cannot investigate
that.” Okay, how about I hire a 13 year-old with a powerful Apple computer to
link Charles’ primary care physician with the bitch who hit his Nissan Maxima?
Of David Shaw, M.D. Charles would say, “We had a good long talk.”
Cops, the doctor was not a psychiatrist, and my “missing” primary care
physician would also spend a great deal of time to tell me, “It’s your
girlfriend” who oddly phoned Denmark just before and then after the 9/11
attacks on New York and Washington. Gastric distress? Not any more, with no
ObamaCare or any heath care since 2007. I’m just a bit pissed-off gentleman,
and you will arrest somebody over
that intentional wrecking of daddy’s car.
I have no psychic powers, but I’d take a guess she is either a nurse
or clerical employee of CHRISTIAN HOSPITAL NORTHEAST . Why do I think that?
First, I think it was a murder
attempt when I rushed Charles to that awful hospital with an uncontrollable
nosebleed. This is how he ended up with Dr. Shaw.
Second, they tried to kill me when I went to their ER with a fairly
severe reaction to a drug they had prescribed (Cipro). Find Dr. Eve Lipschitz,
who at my hospital where I was employed said, “You could have died from that.”
According to Dr. Nazi in the Christian NE Emergency Room, it was “anxiety.”
Third, why was I drawing a crowd to see a Dr. Figueroa for my fictional
liver problem? There was no problem, except for the lab reports full of crazed numbers
unrelated to my liver. Seems to me this quack had an office in the same CNE
medical building as Shaw. Not a
“coincidence.”
Fourth, my life is not some tacky James Bond movie, but that said,
know that a nurse named Sue Bell worked at Christian NE, and just happened to
be married to a writer named Gary Webb. Mr. Webb was railroaded out of the Sacramento Bee newsroom over his exposé
on C.I.A. drug-running, and then I suppose it was another “coincidence” his
spouse rented the apartment next to me at Raintree Apartments! Ms. Bell had a
short commute to work at that evil hospital and politely tried to seduce me
with a story about being “dumped” by a boyfriend in of all places, Las Vegas. I cannot hire gunmen to
interrupt the “pirate show” at a casino out there, but I’m allowed to fantasize
about it, because the “gaming industry” to me is nothing more than Mafia cover
for laundering drug money. Charles went broke at Harrah’s? Not really!
Fifth, let us wonder why Cheryl Banks was also employed there in the
Operating Room after her sister, I allege, was murdered off my caseload at
Great Rivers Mental Health Services. I’m still angry about that, and possibly
so is Ms. Banks if your helpless cops could find her.
Sixth, I did not like taking dangerously psychotic large black males
to Christian Hospital NE and being forced into telling an idiotic ER doctor
this: “If his mom is scared, you may have a problem here” as they allowed David
W. to wander the hospital unescorted “talking crazy.” This all seems to
indicate coordination of some sort, and I should mention a relative of mine
used to manage the psychiatric ward back when they had their “loony unit” at
the later demolished Christian Hospital NW. I recall having to twist clinical
arms to have people admitted there who were in need of treatment, then I would
receive calls from North County residents who said, “They let him out” to
terrorize family members until Florissant cops had to be summoned.
THIS IS A PATTERN OF UNETHICAL, UNLAWFUL BEHAVIOR BY BJC.
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