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Whether it happened to Trump or Biden, I’d feel the same. But the victim here is Trump. I told you they would do everything they could to this man. When you couldn’t beat him fair, they changed the rules, when they couldn’t slander him to make him quit, couldn’t sue him into submission, when you couldn’t impeach him, when you couldn’t jail him, they… and I mean everyone from politicians, talking heads, journalists and celebrities who spread hateful rhetoric, to the ears it fell on that planted the seed of the attempt, this is the result. A young man, who was a registered republican, was indoctrinated by leftist anti Trump propaganda as a result, he recently donated to ActBlue then acted on the propaganda. It has gone too far. I am thankful that he wasn’t killed. Enough is enough. The rhetoric from the Democratic Party has manifested into something sick and dark. This version of the Democrats party is now the party of assassination attempts. They own this now. Praying for the former president and anyone harmed. If that makes me a Tom in your book, you can go f@ck yourself. This goes beyond party lines for me. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. The choice for me is clear. The party of violence is now this disturbing version of the Democratic Party. This is how bad they don’t want to lose control over you. I told you this was coming.

Hey all. My old email and website was hacked. Here is the new website and email address. deonjoseph1.org. Info@deonjoseph1.org

Yes. California. We must absolutely support prop 36

This is not harm reduction

This video may be disturbing, but it’s real. They call this harm reduction. Looks Like harm is actually being caused to the people and community folks. Facilitating pipes to addicts also caused the facilitation of drugs by dealers, which caused the facilitation of violence from enforces and guards who protect dealers, and violent behavior stemming from from the drug use. Everywhere these are opened up, criminal activity follows. Due to broken laws and limited resources, and not being welcomed, police are hamstrung to curb it due to broken laws and strained resources. If your city is planning to embrace this, please beg them not to. https://lnkd.in/gwTQzx9j

Dear Californians: There are three things we all need to do to turn crime around.

YOU BREAK YOUR POLICE FORCE, YOU BREAK YOUR CITY So I’m at my wife’s vending spot, when a fellow vendor and great man told me that he worked an event in a city I won’t mention because I do not want to come off as disrespectful to that agency, knowing what we are all up against. It was in Northern California though. He parked his truck over night. He felt uneasy based on the area. He described the part of the city as a 3rd world county. There were abandoned and stripped cars in the middle of the street. There were not too many places to park. So he parked there and kept his fingers crossed. His truck was older so he figured it would be safe. He went to his motel and slept. When he woke up to go to his event, an event he was depending on to get him through the month, his truck and all of his equipment was gone. He called the police. He waited four hours. He called back to see where they were. No response. At the 5th hour, an officer he described as an unarmed parking officer arrived. The officer was in a hurry and was afraid to be in the area. She also told him the police were probably never going to come. The officers don’t like going there either. She also said a lot of cops left the agency. His truck was found two days later in another city. All his merch was gone and he was set back in a major way. It took him two months to get back on his feet. Folks; elections and votes have consequences. A California city is gone and their police force has been neutered. If you don’t want this happening to you, step up. Vote better.

A HUG FROM THE TYRANT So a year ago, I ran into this woman on Skid Row who was extremely bipolar and schizophrenic. When I first saw her, she was putting voodoo hexes on my station for it and my fellow officers to burn to the ground. I asked her why, and she said it was because she was a Goddess and they would not follow her commands. I begged her to spare their lives. She said for that day only. But the following day, everything would burn. The next time I saw her placing another the on hex station. She looked at me and said “I was waiting for you to leave. I think you are one of my angels so I didn’t want you to get caught up in this inferno.” I pleaded with her to spare my fellow officers. She said she would if I told them to obey her. I told her I would and she was cool with that. The next time I saw her hexing my station again, I was off duty. I drove up to the station and there she was casting away. I called to her. “Hey. Don’t hex my officers please.” She looked at me and said “I’m not killing anyone today. I thought you were off! Damn.” She had a great sense of style. I complimented her on it and we had a great discussion on fashion. The next week she walked by the station. No hexing or flexing. She just gave them the evil eye. Then she asked if I carried out her commands. I told her I did, and noticed a new tattoo on her face. I told her it was awesome. Her frown turned into a smile. Three weeks ago we had a set back. She was arrested for assaulting a woman with a bottle. I was the only one who could talk her down, but this day she cursed me too. I was kind of bummed. I thought we were gaining ground. Today I see her walking. Being that it was hot, I feared a hexing was a’ comin’. I greeted her. She smiled. Asked me how I was then told me she loved me. Then hugged me through my car window. I wasn’t expecting that. I think the lesson here is that she probably felt unseen as many people ignore her because of her condition. But I could see her, and in a sober moment she showed appreciation. Today was a good day to be a cop. Sometimes you do win y’all.

Just want to tell a story about the importance of a father. So I had an investigation with a young lady. She was from out of state and hanging out downtown having a good time. She was robbed violently. I ended up meeting her at the hospital. When I saw her, she cried the entire time I interviewed her. She asked me to stay with her as the doctor treated her. I obliged her. To calm her down, we started talking about family. She was close to her mom who still lived in the east coast, but hadn’t spoke to her father in fifteen years, who lived in the south. She told me I reminded her of her of him. She kept saying she wanted to hear father’s voice. She didn’t have the courage to call him after not talking to him for so long. Then she became inconsolable again. I told her that she must do whatever she needed to do to heal. She stopped crying for a second, picked up her phone and was about to dial. She looked at me as if to seek my approval. I nodded. The investigation was not as important at that moment. She dialed her father and was on speaker with him. He had already heard what happened to her from her mother and he was crying as well. He gathered himself to tell her in a firm but loving tone, how strong she was. He told her all the special things about her from the time he first held her until he last saw her. He recited a poem by Mya Angelu to her. I could see the peace coming over her bruised face. She was like a little child mesmerized by her father’s voice. And just like that, she was stronger. She told him how much she missed him, and they bid each other goodbye. I was able to complete our interview. Now I didn’t get too deep into her business. I don’t know what had kept them apart for so long. But for her to yearn for him the way she did, and for him to be able to heal her so fast… That was a powerful moment. I was blessed to see it, to be able to tell all the dads out there, your value is immeasurable. Whether you are close to your children or there is a figurative ocean between you, tell your kids you love them. You never know how bad they need it. Now where are my boys? LOL #inspiration.

I sat in my patrol car today in the heart of Skid Row. I sat in silence dreading what was about to come. With the Supreme Court siding with encampment bans, I knew that we are about to incur more homeless from areas of the county that have been waiting for this decision for some time. With every new wave, comes new victims to figure out how to protect. A car pulls up next to me. A woman in the passenger seat says to me “You still here Joseph? I thought you retired!” I replied; “Nope. I have a couple of years left.” “I was literally just talking about you. This is my husband!” (Pointing to a man in the drivers seat. He waved and said “she really was just talking about you and there you are. Were your ears burning?” I replied “Well, I hope it was all good.” I gave a fake laugh. Because inside I was feeling kind of hopeless. She got out of the car, told me to get out of my car stating “Can I hug you?” I got out of my car and she hugged me tight and said “Thank you. I don’t know if you remember, but when I was out here you were the only decent man I’d ever met. I never spoke to you. But when you were out here, you just made me feel safe. I just wanted to tell you that.” With that, my spirits were lifted. It was taken to the next level as I drove to the next block and another woman grabbed my hand and kissed it as she said hello to me with the warmest smile. I don’t know what all of this means. But I’m ready for the next wave now. I can’t solve homelessness. I can’t fix every societal problem. There was a period where I actually thought I could when I had support LOL. Those days are gone. For now; If all I can be is be a light in people’s dark place, then I’m good with that.