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From: "W. K. Mahler"
Newsgroups: alt.politics.org.fbi
Subject: The Tap
Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2002 07:24:54 GMT
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In regards to my court date of December 12th or 13th, I can't recall at this
moment which is 2:04 a. m., sure, I'll be there and I am going to have my
attorney file for dismissal of the charges. I already have had a year of
something like probation and I did not get into trouble with the law. In
fact the whole thing started for our local district court of Barnstable is a
picky bunch of people in some ways. They choose to let my brothers wife who
gave a sob story countless times as to why she could not pay a smidgen of
the $18,000 she owes in child support. She always walked out of court with
permission to see my prince like nephew when her boyfriend broke her nose
and almost displaced her jaw with their daughter nearby. They had over 5
acres of wild land to rent out along with the owner/uncle who lived with
them. Meanwhile my brother Troy was nearly thrown in jail for not having
$300 up front for child support that he pays regularly for his daughter, my
beloved niece. Sandy, Troy's wife was only once in Brandon's 9 years of
life with Troy has gone to jail and then and only then did her new family
come up with nearly $700 and she has not paid any money since and that was
well over a year ago. Why she is not on the top ten or twenty list is
beyond me. She now has custody of Brandon for Troy is unable to care for
his own self. He is highly destructive to his life and it wears on his
children. Sandy can thank Leonda and I for this current situation. In
addition to this matter that I went to the court house on SEPTEMBER 11, 2001
about, I was there to clear up my own legal matters. The state of
Massachusetts does not allow hospitals to involuntarily hospitalized people
who allegedly have a mental illness based on a 10 minute interview by a
emergency room physician and (after waiting nearly 4 hours) a brief "chat"
with a hospital psychiatrist. However the state can put someone in the
loony bin if in court. Don't really know if the state can outright force a
person to take meds but in my case, part of probation was to take medicine
and report to a probation officer once every two weeks. No one ever told me
that I would have to continue taking meds after the year so I stopped. This
all began for a court ordered psychiatrist misquoted me while being
interviewed behind bars during January 2000. When asked what I do for a
living I replied, "I work for a third party company to the gas company,
telemarket at night and study non-lethality." I also told the inept psych
whom appeared to be behind the times and old school that my wife Leonda's
aunt and uncle Janet & Chris Morris are the two top gurus in the field of
non lethality and they were once protégés of former Deputy Director Of The
C. I. A. Ray S. Cline. The psych reported while testifying. "Mr. Mahler is
paranoid and delusional your Honor" "Mr. Mahler believes he is followed by
the C. I. A.." Why on Earth would I state that I ask you of whom are taking
the time to read this, thank you. Anyway, off to a hospital I went and when
asked the same question that the court psych asked, I gave the same answer
and the reply was "I know you don't want to believe this, you have a mental
illness." People defecating on themselves, throwing food, talking to
themselves, pacing the halls and physical and verbal assaults were the norm
and hardly controlled immediately. In other words not prevented. For a
year I endured the casualty of no peaceful sleep, high cholesterol, the
shakes and tremors, rocking back and forth, uncontrollable weight gain, (I
went from 140 lbs to 190 lbs) and the worst an unacceptable relationship
with my wife, family and friends. Oh they were nice and demanding,
insisting that everything I said about non-lethality was due to a mental
illness and that I made no sense and they even went as far with their
untrained mind to say I need meds. This coming from a family who was
severely dysfunctional since 1980. That started during the mid seventies
around 1978. I never had trouble with the law in any kind regarding arrests
or probation and I never once got suspended from any grade in school. Sure
I had my share of scrapes and heralded times and that has not changed to
this day. I made due with the situation I had and I think I could have done
better but at least I am alive today and finally successful via the net and
here locally. 'Tis only the beginning with much to do now that I own
QueenOnline U. S. A. the domain. The British rock group Queen's own site is
www.queenonline.com and mine is queeonline.net. They are getting near
10,000 visits a day compared to "Mahlers OF Cape Cod", www.mahlers.com and
the paltry in comparison 120 visits a day average. So many people have told
me to write a book and that is in the works. I've chatted with then
President Clinton, been invited into the Kennedy compound and was in the
presence of Senator John Kerry during a Korean War dedication at the Hyannis
Town Green summers ago. While standing at near attention-at ease, verbally
silent and wearing a "Non Lethal Weapons-Weapons Of Mass Protection"
sweatshirt that I designed and paid for, Senator Kerry directly stated to me
as I stood face to face with the man from nearly 10 feet away alone, "We
know what to do with you punks."
So off to the courthouse on September 11, 2001 I went with a minidisc
recorder to find out what I could do about my records and my brothers
dilemma. I was not sure about the laws regarding taping. The press does it
all the time. There have been video cameras in the Barnstable District
Court House before, actually in the courtroom. The security guard knew and
the microphone was out of my fanny pack in plain view while speaking calmly
yet emotionally with my former probation officer. He guided me to the
clerks office where since the detective could not see me from the abdomen
area down. I told him I was recording and he said he did not want to be
recorded so I turned to leave and said "no problem." He then said "alright"
and "come back here" so I ventured back knowing he knew he was being
recorded and he asked me what he could do. I gave him a letter of intent
and told him that I sought an audience with the judge. He walked through
the clerks office and moments later the clerk magistrate came over and read
the letter. "This makes perfect sense to me" the gentleman stated. Most
likely this was due to the detectives response to the letter earlier which
is to this day probably, "this does not make sense." After finishing up
with him I left to go to the probate court knowing that if I wanted my own
personal records amended, I'd need an attorney. While retrieving my
belongings from the security guard, both the detective and probation officer
approached and I was told that Judge Reardon wanted to see me and neither of
the two claimed they knew what he wanted to see me for. Once in the
district court house, I was led past the clerks office and frisked. No
explanation other than for security purposes. While turning around the
corner into the court room to the defendants box I was told to put my arms
out forward and upon doing so, handcuffs were placed on me and a section 12
warrant was shown for two seconds, certainly not enough time to recognize it
with my eyes as a warrant of apprehension. I was placed into custody and
after speaking to no one for I was not approached about my own defense, I
was led downstairs to the holding cell and met with a psychiatrist whom
despite my stating I would gladly talk with him as long as my therapist and
entertainment attorney knew what was going on, pink slipped me for refusing
to talk with him. During this time two jet airliners one after the other
trashed the Twin Towers. The radio was turned up and this excited and
nervous character in the cell next to me kept blabbing on and on so I told
him to "shut up." I got the word that something catastrophic happened but I
was not sure what. I prayed to the lord almighty and thought I could die in
a cement block oven. The courthouse was cleared I found out when I
approached the court. The court appointed attorney informed me that we were
on defcon 1 and that a bomb had gone off in New York City. "I know that
this is a competency hearing and you're probably testing my psych" I said
and he said "I wouldn't kid you about this."
The psychiatrist stated on record that I was paranoid and delusional so
off to another hospital I went and there I stated I had been invited by an
employee of the Kennedy estate to come in impromptly. The mid week report
states that "Mr. Mahler thinks he is friends with the Kennedy's". The
Kennedy's, specifically Senator Edward Kennedy was actually in Washington D.
C. I think so only the local staff was present at the time. The drugs were
intensely bad for me. My whole head felt awash and numb for days. The
courthouse detective and I spoke briefly via the pay phone and I was
informed I would face two counts of felony wiretapping. I was freed in a
little over a week with no probation, no doctors to see, I thought I was
free even though I had to appear in court. While speaking with my dad about
non-lethality and the NYC tragedy I told him I was considering obtaining a
fire arms permit. I am not allowed a weapon of caliber here in my home but
I felt that a permit would ease immediate friends and family around me.
After all, I then knew that the terrorists had been using a computer
terminal out of the University of Arizona and three weeks before the
travesty, for several days someone from the University of Arizona had been
visiting my site, completely viewing everything I had to offer at the time,
including "Weapons Of Mass Protection" and all its contents regarding
Leonda's aunt and uncles place in the non lethal weapons field and the wares
they buy and all. Currently over two months ago this year 2002, my wife and
I were approached by a middle eastern man whom stopped directly in front of
our drivers side bumper and stared without emotion for nearly ten seconds
and finally walked away across the parking lot of the North Street CVS. My
father the next day approached the court and within a few hours I was placed
under arrest with no charges and I faced Judge Reardon again. Once again I
was sent to another hospital and that stay lasted a month. I was told I am
not schizophrenic at all and that I was bipolar. This came from a friendly
female psychiatrists nurse assistant whom impromptly took me aside without
word to anyone. This was I recall maybe no more than two days after being
hospitalized and I was still silently fuming at my father and his actions.
While speaking with her for nearly an hour my emotions turned to sorrow
mixed with anger and thus her diagnosis became reality.
I was forced into a Rogers petition situation and it almost went through
but one day out of the blue a letter came to me from the Department of
Mental Health's attorney. "You are no longer in need of our services so
therefore the matter of a Rogers Petition is dropped until further notice"
is what it basically states. Off the drugs and out of the therapists and
drug nurses office for good I thought. Being told I was crazy by the drug
nurse was not to invigorating. Recently I was playing in a band, singing so
loud my throat and stomach would ache as my head was constantly barraged
with the searing pain of a crash cymbal being smashed directly behind me.
The drug use got out of hand to the extent that cocaine was distributed
freely. There was enough to feed several people multiple 1 1/2" and near
1/4" wide lines given to anyone that cared for it. Both Leonda and I did an
about face and left permanently. Law enforcement locally and around the
world was notified by me personally while Leonda was upset to lose some
decent friends that did not partake in the drug activity. My brother
thought he was caught in the middle. After all he has his drug contacts.
He boasted constantly that he could get four ounces of pot for $250.. Troy
like I wrote earlier is on a path to destruction. He was arrested for drunk
driving twice, assaulted my wife and his girlfriend (he got his butt kicked
for that with my own two hands) and he even tried to commit suicide in the
presence of my two year old niece. He dissolved nearly 90 Tylenol tablets
and drank them while leaving tablets on the kitchen floor as he undressed,
wrote a suicide note and eventually laid down on the master bedroom bed with
the door wide open as Vanessa, my niece was free to roam the public housing
home his girlfriend rents in Mashpee. Troy figured that since I have a
mental health record that he could convince the former band members (not all
of them just the dealers and buyers) that I was mentally ill and they should
leave me alone. Imagine that, me with all of the internet and law local
enforcement well informed would be in danger of a few individuals who knew
from the get go just who I deal with and write to constantly in full. I am
referring to alt.politics.org.cia, alt.politics.org.fbi, alt.law-enforcement
and of course www.m2techologiesinc.com, Janet & Chris Morris's privately
owned business.
My computer motherboard broke and I requested that Troy's girlfriend let
me have the computer I loaned to her. She had verbally agreed that should
my own computer break at home, I could use the loaned computer at her home
and if necessary, take it home with me. Troy had not been his girlfriends
favor and she was contemplating pressing the charges willingly that Troy had
to face for assaulting Leonda and his girlfriend. Charges that were brought
on by Leonda and I and our own actions that fateful day in June 2002. Troy
went to the courthouse and claimed that I was threatening to come after my
family with a baseball bat and he also claimed that he was my Rogers
guardian. The reality is that Troy never officially became my guardian for
he misplaced the mail sent to him by the Department of Mental Health's
attorney regarding guardianship and the Rogers Petition. He outright lied
while stating that I need medical help. I received word of this from Leonda
via cell phone as I was in the presence of an attorney that I chose to
represent me should I have had a slander case against one of the so called
musicians from that band I had been in. He would have been the defendant
and his as he reports "million dollar investments" would have been at risk.
The attorney wanted $50,000 up front. The attorney also informed me that he
worked with Attorney Reardon up until nearly the time that the now Judge
Reardon became a judge. I was allowed a grace period to report to the
courthouse and by 2 p. m. during mid to late October this year, I was faced
with the same detective whom informed me that my pretrial probation for
wiretapping would be extended another year. I met with the same psych from
September 11, 2002. He told me of my brothers actions and his statements.
I also was uniformed and unprepared to meet with a psychologist that was
court appointed. Despite the situation, I was talkative and did confront
the psychiatrist about his actions during September 11, 2001. The
psychologist told me who she was and moments later she asked me if I could
recall her name. My friend and mentor Richard Brown has been in my life
since I was under five years old. Richard could not always remember a name
but has awesome face recall and I have gladly adopted for better or worse
the same trait. I couldn't remember the psychologists name. She was
informed of the current situation as far back as my bad tenure with the band
"Special Blend" and every circumstance about the times up to and after those
deplorable moments in history. She smiled and the next time I heard and saw
her she was testifying that I was paranoid and delusional. In other words,
it was all part of a mental illness she was stating and that I should be
hospitalized. Another week in the hospital. Now I have an awesome
therapist and the drug, it is far and away the better of anything I had been
forced to take before. So there you have it, the story called "The Tap".
By 11 a. m. this day Thursday December 5, 2002 I will be in the presence of
a seemingly bright attorney. The culmination begins now. On second thought
it began a long, long time ago. "Sister I believe, I'll try to get it
right." "Head my way, no highway, no highway." - From "No Highway" by
William Mahler and Dan Langlais. "No Highway" and 14 other live impromptu
performances are available at my personal site, www.mahlers.com. Literally
every song available was created for the first time anywhere while
performing in front of a live audience. The power of music, the power of
the written word, the power of speech and most importantly, the power
determination, guarded confidence and the power of love.
Sincerely,
William K. Mahler
54 Sea Street Ext. Apt. #26
Hyannis, MA. 02601
1-508-778-7567
Mahlers of Cape Cod
http:www.mahlers.com
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