An Unavoidable Conclusion, The Cary And Raleigh, North Carolina Police Are Trying To Kill Me, Through Their Proxies, And Make It Appear Accidental Poem by Dennis Ryan

Tuesday morning, June 13, 2023 at 6: 32 a.m. and 7: 10 a.m.; Thursday morning, June 15,2023 at 8: 47 a.m. and 9: 16 a.m.

'That night I woke to realize I was pulling at the stitches …'
—Max Berry, from his novel Machine Man, the title character pulling at his stitches after his leg has been amputated following an industrial accident

The conclusion is unavoidable, now, after I have been
hit by a car yet again, while crossing a crosswalk near
my Raleigh, North Carolina home late Sunday afternoon,
June 11, 2023, two days ago—the Raleigh and Cary Police
are trying to kill me, through their proxies, and make it look
like an accident. I have been hit twice now by cars in Raleigh
in the past month after my left forearm arm exploded on a Go
Cary bus on May 4, requiring thirteen stitches (13) at Wake
Med Cary Hospital that May 4th evening—a very lengthy procedure—a lawsuit to follow versus the Town of Cary
and MV Transportation of Dallas, TX, contracted by Town
to run bus operations. The police want me 'out of the way'
at all costs because of previous crimes they have committed against my family at the behest of a third party—the Town of Storm Lake, Iowa—its former Chief of Police, Mark Prosser,
former mayor, Sandra Madsen—not to mention the chief instigator, Kenneth Schweller, former Dean and professor
of Computer Science at Buena Vista University in Storm Lake, lately Director of The Great Ape Trust in Des Moines, Iowa, Schweller a man without a conscience, the embodiment of
evil here on earth. The police are in a panic, they, their
surrogates entering my Raleigh home when we are out—
stealing significant amounts of cash, house keys, other
items. They are lost, losing, in a sweat; Kenneth Schweller
is more than worried, much more, and will do anything—
I mean anything—to extricate himself from this situation.
I am on their hit list—the police eliminated my longtime
friend J. Michael Cook of Durham, NC and Duke University
in July 2021, leaving his wife Gail Stillman Cook and family distraught, stressed, duressed, but they, Schweller care not, have no shame. They care about only one thing—saving
their dirty hides, and they are dirty, guilty, bloody, guilt-stained.