A Day Out With My Son In Raleigh Yesterday, Saturday, May 11,2024: Police Informers, instigators: Cat Thomas' Son here At 5903 Westcreek Place Poem by Dennis Ryan

A Day Out With My Son In Raleigh Yesterday, Saturday, May 11,2024: Police Informers, instigators: Cat Thomas' Son here At 5903 Westcreek Place

Mother's Day, Sunday morning May 12,2024 at 6: 56 a.m.,
7: 49 a.m. and 7: 58 a.m.

Yesterday, I had a day out with younger son
in Raleigh, the capital of North Carolina—its
where we live. And all day long I experienced
nothing but harassment, the Raleigh police knowing
exactly where we were going, monitoring our speech, conversations—listening in—tracking our movement
once we left home. Constant hands flashed in my face—
within two inches of my eyes, both previously operated on
for retinal tears—at the Raleigh Fairgrounds by an Army
veteran, then at Sonic, where minutes before two Sonic employees sat down between—yes, I said 'between'—
my son and I, and disrupted our meal at a nearby Chinese
restaurant so much so that we had to move to the far wall.
Yes, walled in by the Raleigh Police—a police instigator
then, immediately afterward, appearing in the shopping
center parking lot screaming at me as my son and I were
leaving for home. Upon our arrival home at 5901 Westcreek
Place, we discovered that one of the sons of our 'neighbor', 'Cat' Thomas, at 5903 Westcreek Place, had parked his
white Cadillac sedan in our parking space in the driveway
as he has knowingly done with cars several times before—
her family members, friends constantly parking in our space
since she moved in more than 10 years ago, leaving litter,
wads of white chewing gum in the parking spot for me
to clean up—and so soon afterward, I spoke into her ring
camera that surveilles our property about the white Caddy,
and guess what? Her son immediately charges out her
front door, enflamed, accusatory, threatening until I put
him in his place and he moved his car—clearly, they had
been surveilling me, our property all the while using this
ring camera. All this occurring after the six (6) o'clock
hour in the evening. Threats, harassment, provocations
and intimidation—the son flashed a handgun at me,
holstered at his hip from inside her home, just before
he closed the front door—done intentionally, outside
of camera range. Constant threats and harassment,
provocation and intimidation issuing forth from Cat
Thomas's kin and friends now for ten years, more,
and I am the problem? Far from it, reader, so far
from the truth it's laughable—but there they all are,
this Thomas family are police informants, instigators,
trying to use power against me and my family in
the same manner the Raleigh police and myriad
other police forces do—no laughing matter. No only
dark laughter here—our world turned upside down by
police crime the police must cover up at all cost, all for
the sake of Kenneth Schweller and former Storm Lake,
Iowa Police Chief Mark Prosser, their ilk at Buena Vista
University in Storm Lake, former mayor Sandra Madsen.

Sunday, May 12, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: police,police brutality,crime,victim,deception,deceit,car,survival,thrive,interference,abuse,guns,communication,violence,psychology,encounters,experience,existentialism,truth,real life,reality,gun,neighbor,community
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This son of Kathy ‘Cat' Thomas has been a thorn in my side— a la the poem above.
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Dennis Ryan

Dennis Ryan

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