Post by jack hamilton on Jul 8, 2010 8:08:57 GMT -5
Preface
My life, an interesting subject for a book?
Maybe not, unless I successfully defended my self against three murder attempts by two police departments, unarmed.
Survived a 'set up' to shoot me, a false arrest and assault, resulting in further, severe, permanent and inoperable spinal damage, to an already disabled coma patient with no criminal record, and the final scene,
As I was coming out of my Lawyers office,
I walked past one of the policemen who conspired to kill me.
I didn't recognize him but as I walked past,
he pulled his pistol and pointed it at my back,
and the Texas Rangers, who were watching of course,
had a Dallas police car drive past just at that instant,
saving my life, thank you.
The Desoto cop holstered his gun realizing the shot would be heard.
This was told to me later by two Texas Rangers.
I had not seen the cop pointing the pistol at my back
and no one would have ever known what had happened,
had I not turned them in when I did.
It is all on film,
everything I just told you, dear reader.
Pretty exciting huh?
Well, this preface will attempt to lay out the framework of this book, this story.
Please read this preface as this story is true and unlike any other,
and with understanding this framework,
this book will, to you the reader make sense.
The first part of this work starts with me waking from a coma.
After a true visit with God.
Then goes to Hospital stories,
my coming home eight months later and spending six years writing all the stories of my life as requested by my Doctors, Disability Judge, and Therapists.
About the time I finish this writing,
I get murdered again and this time it was by two police departments. Of course I figure it out and turn them all in but I couldn't have done it with the first hand knowledge of the trail and the trapline I learned as a kid.
The reason 'the real center' of my book, of my work,
is stories of my life out on the trail and on the trapline,
is because' this is the knowledge I used' [to sense]
that the false traffic stop was a trap.
That is wasn't right at all and it was in fact a murder attempt,
and as it turned out it was.
I sensed it was a trap because it was so incompetent of a trap. A bunch of fifth graders could have done a better job.
It was ridiculous. I saw right through it.
I ducked their first trap, got my spine crushed in jail however on the second trap, missed getting shot on White Rock Trail, outside my Lawyers office, only because the Texas Rangers were already watching them.
I wrote the letters to the Texas Rangers, District Attorney,
Attorney General, FBI, the charges were worded by me,
and the five Lancaster and Desoto policemen are going to prison for conspiracy. The penalty for conspiracy is 99.5 years and yes,
it does feel good.
If it were not for the subjects I wrote about after coming home from Baylor Hospital, as uncivilized as some of them may seem to a modern person, I would have never survived the three murder attempts to write about them.
Please read my old hunting stories with an open mind.
I have grouped them where the worst can be overlooked.
But knowing these things saved my life.
Hunting isn't bad if done right, and it isn't all shooting animals.
I fired one shot all last winter and shot one coon,
as that was all my dog treed.
That was it for two months hunting with my hound Sandymay.
The trail and the trapline are in my heart and I would like to share my old stories, my experiences out in the woods with you,
dear reader.
They may help you one day.
They saved my life and made me who I am.
It's beautiful out in the woods in the winter.
Thank you...
J. Winters von Knife
:-) Marci...♥
Hi, I am about ready for a beer I mean for bed.
I just finished the preface for my book and it is a good one. I never read prefaces but for [the book for which I am still trying to think of a good name[,
the preface is critical.
All the center of the book is stories of Joe Crow and crap like that,
old hound hunting stories, but I have figured out how to use them in the story and to justify some New York pregnant dog reading them in order to understand the story,
of how I killed 5 cops with my keyboard.
I could send the preface, but it says that the stories in the middle of the book were requested to be written by my Doctors and my Judge and I spent 6 years writing them down. That is who I am, and the stories show how I managed 'to sense the trap' the Lancaster police had set for me.
If I were not a hunter and a good one I would be dead.
Hunting is not all shooting animals but being outside in the woods in the winter,
it is beautiful out there and I want to share it with you dead reader.
Stuff like that,
a sales pitch for the book as well as an insight into the framework of the story.
Well...♪
I miss my Marci and hope to come to town some day...
I will write my book, make my knives and get my poultry old enough to play...
One day I hope to be a published author so every one will say...
There goes JacktheKnife he is a world famous author and there he goes...
Just get out!!!
Bye sweet Marci...♥
My life, an interesting subject for a book?
Maybe not, unless I successfully defended my self against three murder attempts by two police departments, unarmed.
Survived a 'set up' to shoot me, a false arrest and assault, resulting in further, severe, permanent and inoperable spinal damage, to an already disabled coma patient with no criminal record, and the final scene,
As I was coming out of my Lawyers office,
I walked past one of the policemen who conspired to kill me.
I didn't recognize him but as I walked past,
he pulled his pistol and pointed it at my back,
and the Texas Rangers, who were watching of course,
had a Dallas police car drive past just at that instant,
saving my life, thank you.
The Desoto cop holstered his gun realizing the shot would be heard.
This was told to me later by two Texas Rangers.
I had not seen the cop pointing the pistol at my back
and no one would have ever known what had happened,
had I not turned them in when I did.
It is all on film,
everything I just told you, dear reader.
Pretty exciting huh?
Well, this preface will attempt to lay out the framework of this book, this story.
Please read this preface as this story is true and unlike any other,
and with understanding this framework,
this book will, to you the reader make sense.
The first part of this work starts with me waking from a coma.
After a true visit with God.
Then goes to Hospital stories,
my coming home eight months later and spending six years writing all the stories of my life as requested by my Doctors, Disability Judge, and Therapists.
About the time I finish this writing,
I get murdered again and this time it was by two police departments. Of course I figure it out and turn them all in but I couldn't have done it with the first hand knowledge of the trail and the trapline I learned as a kid.
The reason 'the real center' of my book, of my work,
is stories of my life out on the trail and on the trapline,
is because' this is the knowledge I used' [to sense]
that the false traffic stop was a trap.
That is wasn't right at all and it was in fact a murder attempt,
and as it turned out it was.
I sensed it was a trap because it was so incompetent of a trap. A bunch of fifth graders could have done a better job.
It was ridiculous. I saw right through it.
I ducked their first trap, got my spine crushed in jail however on the second trap, missed getting shot on White Rock Trail, outside my Lawyers office, only because the Texas Rangers were already watching them.
I wrote the letters to the Texas Rangers, District Attorney,
Attorney General, FBI, the charges were worded by me,
and the five Lancaster and Desoto policemen are going to prison for conspiracy. The penalty for conspiracy is 99.5 years and yes,
it does feel good.
If it were not for the subjects I wrote about after coming home from Baylor Hospital, as uncivilized as some of them may seem to a modern person, I would have never survived the three murder attempts to write about them.
Please read my old hunting stories with an open mind.
I have grouped them where the worst can be overlooked.
But knowing these things saved my life.
Hunting isn't bad if done right, and it isn't all shooting animals.
I fired one shot all last winter and shot one coon,
as that was all my dog treed.
That was it for two months hunting with my hound Sandymay.
The trail and the trapline are in my heart and I would like to share my old stories, my experiences out in the woods with you,
dear reader.
They may help you one day.
They saved my life and made me who I am.
It's beautiful out in the woods in the winter.
Thank you...
J. Winters von Knife
:-) Marci...♥
Hi, I am about ready for a beer I mean for bed.
I just finished the preface for my book and it is a good one. I never read prefaces but for [the book for which I am still trying to think of a good name[,
the preface is critical.
All the center of the book is stories of Joe Crow and crap like that,
old hound hunting stories, but I have figured out how to use them in the story and to justify some New York pregnant dog reading them in order to understand the story,
of how I killed 5 cops with my keyboard.
I could send the preface, but it says that the stories in the middle of the book were requested to be written by my Doctors and my Judge and I spent 6 years writing them down. That is who I am, and the stories show how I managed 'to sense the trap' the Lancaster police had set for me.
If I were not a hunter and a good one I would be dead.
Hunting is not all shooting animals but being outside in the woods in the winter,
it is beautiful out there and I want to share it with you dead reader.
Stuff like that,
a sales pitch for the book as well as an insight into the framework of the story.
Well...♪
I miss my Marci and hope to come to town some day...
I will write my book, make my knives and get my poultry old enough to play...
One day I hope to be a published author so every one will say...
There goes JacktheKnife he is a world famous author and there he goes...
Just get out!!!
Bye sweet Marci...♥