I was recently involuntarily committed for attempting to file a criminal complaint with the San Pablo Police Department, about being gangstalked.
For additional information regarding this topic, read my repost of a USA TODAY article entitled;
Update 06/12/14 ********************************************************************************
I came across this video on Youtube that exposes what “Psychiatry” is really all about. If you click on the trench coat man image above and listen to that Youtube video “Gang Stalking ~ What Every TI Should Listen To” first, then watch the below video entitled “The DSM: Psychiatry’s Deadliest Scam“, you will get a very clear image of what happened to me, and is continuing to happen.
Uploaded on Dec 9, 2011
It’s psychiatry’s best-selling catalog of mental illness — 943 pages long and covering everything from depression and anxiety to stuttering, cigarette addiction, fear of spiders, nightmares, problems with math and even disorder of infancy — all reinterpreted and labeled as a brain disease.
And though it weighs less than five pounds, its influence pervades all aspects of modern society: our governments, our courts, our military, our media and our schools.
Using it, psychiatrists can enforce psychiatric drugging, seize your children and even take away your most precious personal freedoms.
It is psychiatry’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, and it is the engine that drives a $330 billion psychiatric industry.
But is there any proof behind the DSM? Or is it nothing more than an elaborate pseudoscientific sham?
I am not affiliated with the producers of this video.
For more information on how psychiatry is used to discredit victims of government mind control programs, please visit my website http://www.jeffpolachek.com
Jesse Ventura Conspiracy Theory – BRAIN INVADERS – S3 E7 http://naturalnews.tv/v.asp?v=73596f521abc983504af22e59019ff18
As you can see for yourself in my discharge papers given to me upon my release from the “Psychiatric Emergency Services” locked ward located in Martinez, California, the diagnosis that I was discharged with is the very same bogus diagnosis that the video “The DSM: Psychiatry’s Deadliest Scam” identifies as “UNSPECIFIED PSYCHOSIS” (time stamp 41:29-44:04)
And below, you will see the real reason for stripping someone of ALL civil and human rights by way of an “involuntary commitment”…THE BILL (for three hours of unnecessary aggrivation and a stripping of human rights), time stamp 26:00-27:30 of the video.
If you’ve ever wondered about my commitment to fighting gangstalking, you need wonder no longer. Not only am I committed to it, I HAVE BEEN COMMITTED FOR IT! Now I’m 200% committed! Yippie!
On Friday, April 18, 2014 at 3:15 pm, I attempted to file a verbal police complaint about my being gangstalked in the city of San Pablo. I had some business to attend to in the city and figured that since I would be close to the police station, it would make sense to file a complaint as well. You know, about Gangstalking.
Well, when I arrived at the San Pablo Police department (located at 13880 San Pablo Ave., San Pablo, CA 94806) the front lobby was already closed. The front lobby of this tiny police station is closed on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, there are officers still on site though.
There is a blue call box on the left side front door frame that connects you to the Dispatcher. The Dispatcher will take your initial complaint and then send an officer out to the front to actually hear your complaint. Many police officers will tell you that they are not required to take your complaint but the law says otherwise. There is only one exception to this however, and this is it; should the officer have probable cause to believe you to be a danger to yourself or others or, gravely disabled, he or she may have you involuntarily committed for an “evaluation”. In California, we call this being “5150’ed” in reference to the California Welfare Code section authorizing it.
The problem with this legal procedure is that foremost, it violates the constitutional right to due process. Moreover, it puts too much power in the hands of another to strip someone so completely of their civil rights. There is no other area of law nor circumstance where a person so totally loses all civil protections guaranteed by our Constitution. Legally, you lose every right that makes you human. Too much discretion and too broad a definition of what constitutes probable cause.
Involuntary commitments are both unconstitutional and un-American, a power ripe for abuse by anyone.
The reason that the officer gave for involuntarily committing me was “the knives”.
Me: “Why are you involuntarily committing me?” “Why are you involuntarily committing me??”
The Officer, sheepishly responding: “the knives”.
I had my knives all zipped up in a tool bag that was strapped to my luggage carrier, the nice $150 model that you see loaded with bags below. (Side note) I got the luggage carrier for five dollars at the local Thrift Town thrift store and it was practically brand new. It has stair ramps, two support bars under the blade, collapses and folds down into a compact size and can hold over 200lbs. I used to have the medium duty model and was one day mocked by an elderly Chinese lady who bragged that she had a heavy duty model. Mama can’t brag no more! I am obviously very proud of it. I have a fetish for equipment you see, a values system developed during my working years in heavy industry. In any case, I digress. Back to our story.
As I was telling you, I had my knives all packed away, the only reason the officer knew that I had them was because he asked me if I had any weapons on me. I said that I didn’t have any on my body, but that I had knives packed away on my cart (luggage carrier). He then called for backup and two additional officers showed up and one of them promptly confiscated my cart. I was now facing four uniformed officers, only two of whom would talk to me, all of them standing in a “Rock Ready” stance. Those of you who are Korean war vets know what I mean. I guess they imagined they were “disarming” me, even though I had no ready access to my knives in the first place. I had not made any threatening movements nor said any threatening thing. All I wanted to do was file a complaint about being gangstalked in their city.
The officer at some point asked me if I had any history of mental illness to which I responded in the affirmative, honest as always. When I said this he looked up at me and flashed a wicked grin, as if he had just won a prize or something. This was my first inkling that things were about to go horribly wrong.
Those who know me know that I’m not that crazy. I don’t need to be in no “cookoo’s nest” nor “looney bin” AKA psychiatric treatment facility. Heh, heh, heh. Seriously though, what does it really say about our legal system and law enforcement when you can so easily be scooped up off the streets simply for reporting a crime? To me, THATS CRAZY.
It makes me wonder just how much experience San Pablo police officers have in dealing with the mentally ill. Apparently, they can’t even tell the difference between someone who is lucid and sane, as opposed to someone so gravely ill that they are a danger to themselves or others. This is, by the way, the legal threshold for involuntary commitment.
Interestingly, I have filed numerous gangstalking complaints, both written and oral, at various police stations in my hometown of San Francisco, all without problem. At times, I was even wearing a hatchet on my hip! All filings were accomplished without incident. The Officers just took my complaint, gave me an incident number, made copies if I asked for them and that was it. Simple and easy. More to the point, I was not summarily stripped of all civil rights, charged for unnecessary medical services nor forced to consume taxpayer dollars, all for something that was not medically needed.
When I told the only other San Pablo police officer who would talk to me, that I had filed a complaint in every city that the gangstalkers had harassed me in, he chastised me by saying;
“That just makes more work for the officers, you only have to file one complaint”
Really? Then why does the severity of stalking activity drastically decrease when I file these criminal complaints? I also explained to him that if I were one day absolutely forced to defend myself against one of these gangstalkers, I wanted it on record that I was the victim, not the aggressor. This is one reason why I carry knives in the first place, I HAVE been physically assaulted by these creeps before.
Perhaps if the officer who said the words above was more concerned about protecting the public, he wouldn’t have to worry so much about excess paperwork because all of the bad guys would already be locked up in jail, INCLUDING THE GANGSTALKERS. Instead, the victim was further victimized under the color of authority.
Kinda makes you wonder if the size and sophistication of such a renowned city like San Francisco makes that big of a difference in the sensitivity of it’s law enforcement officers. Hmmm.
Here is a picture of exactly how I looked on the day the San Pablo Police Officer shipped me off to the Martinez Emergency Psychiatric Ward, simply for trying to respectfully and politely I might add, file a criminal complaint. You tell me, do I look crazy to you?
As if this whole fiasco wasn’t ridiculous enough in it’s own right, look closely at what I’m wearing. Remind you of anything? Does the way that I look seem familiar in some vague sort of way? Yes, you see it now that I’ve pointed it out, don’t you?
In the above picture I am dressed just like an Emergency Medical Technician, but not purposely so. My fashion follows function and my clothing is chosen strictly for it’s utilitarian value. Most people do think however, that I’m either military, a first responder or security guard and I always, ALWAYS correct them without fail.
Other people that day were also coming to the station to file complaints just like I was, all of them mistaking me for a police officer. My response was always an immediate “no, I am not an officer”. I would then proceed to help them as best I could by instructing them on how to use the phone to contact the dispatcher. They seemed sincerely grateful for this and thanked me warmly. Like me, they had come to the police for help and had received a small measure of assistance from me. Sadly, my experience was just the opposite of theirs, my troubles were only compounded.
I never, ever take advantage of people’s mistaken impressions, I consider that to be highly dishonest and fraudulent. I am not an impersonator nor a wanna be. I don’t want to be anything other than who I am, ME. I happen to think I’m a rather great guy, if I do say so myself, and I’ve certainly worked hard to be one, despite being gangstalked.
Until this day, I had not been arrested for over ten years. This was the singular instance in all of that time that I had been deprived of my physical freedom, and I hadn’t even committed a crime. Perversely, I was attempting to report a crime that had been committed against me!
If everyone else who met me that day had confidence that I was a competent, honest and forthright person, then what was the arresting officer’s problem? A cover up for the gangstalking activity in which they probably sanction and participate in perhaps?
Most legitimate gangstalking websites and blogs warn about this happening and for the very reason that I just stated.
It should not be so easy to strip someone of all their civil rights.
For an example of proper police procedure when encountering someone peaceful and practicing legal open carry, read the following.
Everyone who knows me, knows that I carry at least one large knife on my hip at all times. I have done so for the last (3) three years. In all of that time, there has only been one other incident involving me, my knife and the police. It was when I went to the Tenderloin Housing Clinic’s food pantry giveaway with a knife on my hip, as usual, just the same as I had done for the last (2) two years. A case manager who worked there, a THC employee, thought that my knife was threatening to other people and asked me to cover it up with clothing. I politely explained to her that covering my knife with clothing would be concealing it which is a felony in California. She then asked me to place it in a bag however, I felt as though I was being harassed (since I had open carried my knife for so long without incident) and refused. She threatened to call the police, which I acknowledged. It was then that the manager of the Mission Hotel also encouraged me to cover the knife with clothing AFTER his subordinate had called the San Francisco Police. This is where it gets gangstalker weird.
Some skinny Caucasian guy who looked somewhat out of place, rushed into the hotel and came and stood almost directly across from me. He then looks directly at me, as if to make sure that he has my full attention, and then starts to hurriedly stuff a long metal object into his front pocket. After furiously fumbling about with the object for a minute or so, he then begins to conceal it by covering it with his shirt. Could it have been pure coincidence that the THC case manager had instructed me to do the very same thing with my knife not but five minutes earlier?
To those who have the experience and background to recognize such things, this little skit has all the hallmarks of an operation.
Two officers showed up mere minutes later and chided the staff for calling them when I clearly was not concealing the knife. The Officer then proceeded to explain the law to them. I rushed over to the two Officers like a victim seeking refuge and excitedly twirled around to show them the knife fully exposed on my hip. I then proceeded to explain to them what had transpired, minus the skinny white guy sent in for me to mimick. The officers seemed irritated that they had been called out on such a trivial call and completely ignored me at first. They then played “good cop, bad cop”.
I was genuinely upset as I was convinced the whole thing was contrived by THC staff in collusion with the gangstalkers, who have been unceasing in their attempts to set me up. I have caused the Tenderloin Housing Clinic a great deal of trouble and embarrassment by proving them to be slumlords. Non-profit poverty pimps sucking off the public tit and taxpayer dollars. They have tried everything in the book trying to discredit and destroy me. I’m sure that I looked rather frantic to the officers, but they seemed to be wishing they were somewhere else.
One officer, the “bad” cop, finally started asking me questions in an irritated tone. He offered me the option of either leaving the property or, to temporarily surrender the knife to him. At first, he tried to time our interaction so that I would be sure to miss out on my food allotment. I’m aware of this standard police tactic, understood what he was doing and consequently proceeded to dance around it.
When the cops show up you see, they sometimes try to punish you if you are mostly at fault so that you will think twice before getting into a similar situation again. It is a punitive measure meant to modify future behavior. This is the “peace keeping” part of the job. I got around it though, by complying with his suggestion to surrender the knife until after food pantry, which I did. After I got my food he then tried to psych me out by loudly stating that I had in fact given him the knife, to which I psychologically prepared for a legal battle. The “bad cop” then returned my knife to me and I took my bag of pantry food and left.
I waited for the officers to emerge from the hotel outside on the sidewalk. When they came out I asked them for a “CAD” number which they reluctantly gave to me. It was a bogus number however, so I got the correct number from a friendly at the station house. I then obtained the police incident report of the days events, itself. I would have included the report in this post but I’m not at home right now and don’t have access to a scanner. I may post it here later on though, as it is exonerating proof of my sincere desire to be a law abiding and peaceful member of the community. Just the opposite of what the gangstalkers efforts and designs are for me.
For additional information regarding this topic, read my repost of a USA TODAY article entitled;
UPDATE: OCTOBER 13TH, 2014
PLEASE READ MY NEW POST ORIGINALLY POSTED OCTOBER 16TH, 2014 BELOW, FOR LATEST HAPPENINGS
On April 18th, 2014 I attempted to file a complaint with the San Pablo Police for being Gangstalked in their city. When the Officer showed up, instead of taking my complaint he decided to violate my civil rights by subjecting me to an unjust and unnecessary civil commitment (5150 WIC). I was released in less than three hours because I obviously did not meet the requirements of being gravely disabled, neither a threat to myself nor the public, when evaluated by psychiatrists. This Officer smirked as he questioned me about my mental health history, as if he had just won the lottery. I suppose if your police department actively engages in Gang Stalking, then having a victim of Gang Stalking thrown into the looney bin and hopefully discredited is a huge victory of sorts for you. Well, I guess a tiny Podunk police agency infected with traitors probably wouldn’t be aware that most of the nation (and the world at large) is catching onto the treasonous crime of Gang Stalking. They probably think they still have the trust and good will of the people too. I suppose that is why they didn’t hesitate to do something so blatently obvious by trashing my Constitutional Rights in an attempt to hide their Gang Stalking complicity. They should think again.
More and more people know what Gang Stalking, Organized Stalking, Mobbing and COINTELPRO are all about. A critical mass of people on their way down to the gutter are waking up to the fact that they are nothing more than slaves and have a big, government boot on their necks. Edward Snowden wasn’t the first to alert us of the tyranny, but thank God he was the loudest. People are beginning to understand that we are not free and that we desperately need to do something about it. My complaint about Gang Stalking coupled with the subsequent complaint of my Civil Rights being trampled upon is just the start of what I hope to be a very loud and noisy contest. We have to do more than wake up people, we need to act. Not in the future nor even now but RIGHT NOW, this very instant.