This car was waiting to for me to turn the other way and almost certainly follow me to the subway at a walking pace from a block back, as it had done multiple, multiple times.
The principal driver (light toned, very dark haired, 5′ 10″ ish caucasian, very arrogant) and his ‘crew’ of psychopathic Don Iquanas, along with an ex, had harassed me using police powers and prerogatives since 1994/5. It seems he has resurfaced.
This car and license disappeared from the precinct after this date and I never saw it again. You’d think he knew he had been caught in illegal activity.
He later moved, to NYS DPL 8171, which also disappeared from the neighborhood after I documented its presence in 2011. The last car I saw him in was a DPA 4(?) something.
Other escapades of his and his crew were giving my ex tours of my apartment and apparently, from the excess noise on the line that only ceased years later when I started official investigations, access to my phone line. Actually I still hear these phone noises occasionally. The last time was December 24, 2020, Christmas Eve. You read that right just a few weeks ago. I guess my ex wanted to say hello. NYC cops essentially have full freedom to break the law, they just can’t use the information in court. Here it was just for entertainment, which is a crime. But for all psychopaths there is no crime if they can’t or won’t be caught.
I first realized that one or more officers had become involved in my life personally was after filing a police report on my ex calling my answering machine 30-40 times a day (back in 92 or 93). The report disappeared and the calls ceased, she was tipped off. I had a Code-A-Phone machine which counted the calls.
I wouldn’t believe a word this officer, TLC6Y87/DPL8171, says. Fish swim, birds fly, squirrels climb trees and dirty cops lie. Cops don’t come dirtier than this one. Actually, all police officers have a license to lie, even under oath, Briscoe v. Lahue, immunity from perjury.
I would also like him and his crew to be investigated for possible attempted murder for the incident when there was an attempt to slam me into a barrier on the Jersey turnpike (or perhaps to break check me into a spin on already compromised tires – a screw had been placed through the tread the night before). This took place within days of my offering the Inspector General of the NYPD to identify psychopathic officers on the force
HEY, HEY, HEY! The third license plate of the “lizard brained” NYPD Officer TLC6Y87/DPL8171 just came to me, must have been in a dream last night. DPA MACKDADDY – yeah, that’s the ticket. Now dreams never lie but they do speak in symbols and perhaps emotional truths.
How apt. He is after all practically the NYPD Slut Master. Oh, is that ‘slut shaming’? OK, then, essentially the Manager of the NYPD Whore Auxiliary (‘whore’ used non-pejoratively as another word for working girl). Now, I had always thought when the police wanted to set someone up that they used actual working girls, prostitutes. It turns out, from my experience, that they use nice neighborhood girls from local businesses. BUT, they pay them with sex (to a lizard brained Don Juan, sex is a work tool, like screwdrivers and wrenches to a handyman). So, what’s the scenario, a badged Lothario comes onto them like a Hollywood film lover? And persuades the young things that if they really loved him (here the NYPD pimp officers) they’d turn tricks/do ‘special jobs’ like those pimps do in the movies?
(They really do come across as equivalent to screen lovers, I’ve seen them in action, their eyes become melting pools of sincerity, etc., etc. I once knew a Don Juan who was chasing two sisters simultaneously, though one thought she was chasing him. Then one day, he came in chuckling, saying repeatedly, “I’m such a dog, I’m such a dog.” But offered no explanation. I imagine he presented each with a picture such as this, but considerably more graphic.