A Cat, A Box and A Cop “Handicap Rocks!”

I thought I should get up extra early for my appointment and taxi ride at 7Am to get my cat Earth spayed at the Lucky Paws Sunday morning, because I dare any body who is not handicapped to get her in a box, it was not happening until I got a real big box the third one, so she could not push at the top, or some how wriggle her little powerful body out. I had several spasms fighting to get her in the box. I had it figured, taxi to Lucky Paws, a short wait in line, and then ride the bus home. You see I was outside my walk zone, too far from home, or further than I usually walked, but I came prepared with extra clothes, knowing I could not get too cold with my handicap which most of the time was just twinges and spasm in my muscles, but can get very severe mimicking seizures if pushed, stresses or, well it just happens.

 

What I was not prepared for was no one there, me having spasms, and having to walk home with my cat in this huge box. This was far beyond my ability and the boxes, I had made a few distress calls, but my spasms were so bad I had to get off the phone and deal with my present situation. I gave it 20 minuets of pacing at first with out the box then with the box because Earth was getting out. I walked home after know one showed.

I made it two blocks fighting the cat the whole time, and lugging a box too big for me to carry far, before I noticed an officer drive by. I had spoken to people at the laundry mat for a guy in spasms over and over can get alarming, and told them I was handicapped, would be okay, and think I just got the day wrong for the spay clinic, so when the officer drives his car up onto the curb behind me after turning around I figure it is about the spasms at Lucky Paws. I turn around to say “Hi did he get a call about seizures in front of Lucky Paws?”

I was stopped mid sentence for the cop said, “I want to know what is in that box.”

“It’s my cat lieutenant then, I correct my self and say X. XXXXX. I was just at Lucky Paws and got the day wrong, you don’t have any right to stop me over a box.” I now realized I had a Cop who was after me for no reason while I’m busy keeping the cat in the box.. I explain “My name is John Ernst and I have handicapped and have spasms, and I’m fighting to keep my cat in the box if you come close I have PTSD and may fall into seizures” and As I paused looking where I could go while keeping the cat in the box she was tripping with all the noise. I was at the light and he said, “I could not got that way into traffic.”

I replied “I need to walk I will pace right here.” while keeping the cat in the box, and made a right down Mill; inside I am shaking attempting to fight off full spasms, keep calm respectful and as I went to walk he said “you can’t go” and keep you hands out of your pockets and started coming at me I backup attempting to tell him to stop, and that I would have a seizure, and that the officers had been instructed to give me room, while keeping the cat in the box. I fell slamming my right side into the ground while still fighting the seizure, the cop is reaching for his gun like WTF then calling medical and I’m attempting verbally to give the normal instructions to not calling medical which I give during a full seizure like episode which I was having and so on until I say, and finally after banging around on the ground for a couple of minuets still keeping the cat in the box. I finish by saying’ “You got no right to stop me, I don’t need this I’m handicapped and I’m going to pick up my hat which had fallen off my head and get up, lift this box” that lay held in my arms while I kept the cat in the box “and walk down the road you do what you need to do.” all the while keeping the cat in the box.. Turned my back on him, then turned back and said “You know this is just wrong.” “Officer you are out of line.” turned and walked away as he headed to his back to his vehicle parked blocking the sidewalk and ½ in the road. Basically he had made it so I had no escape from behind and had traffic in front of me at the intersection, beside me, and a hedge on the other a while I was busy trying to keep my cat in a box, he was busy trying to put me in a box..

            I walked for a few blocks tried to take off my gloves to call but still shaking to bad and can’t hold the box. I finally stop and call “XXXX” at Springfield Police Station and say “Hi XXXX, It’s John Ernst” “I don’t need any cops giving me a hard time for walking across town carrying a box until I have seizures fall and get hurt. She asked if I needed medical assistance. I said, “No I just need to be left alone, I’m a long way from home, but I think I can make it, so if some officer sees a guy carrying a box it’s his cat, and leave please me alone, I’m having a hard enough time as it is already.” And gave a little laugh as to say I’m not mad, I’m just not playing around. A little more was said about me making the distance home. She said, “If I needed help call”  and I hung up the Police had their chance to help in fact it would have been perfect timing for a nice ride home safe, for I was in-distress. I had to ditch the box after a mile, thank god I had gloves on for the next two, and that I didn’t fall over during my spasms walking. Earth and I made it home.     

Dawn of the MF.. king! Dead.

Slppe please,

 

 

Movies that scared the shit out of me, yep nightmares.

 

It was that little Indian zombie that got me as he chased me up in the ceiling. I woke up pretty quick, zombies, vrs teenager. Shit this sucks. I mean this guy has chased me up into that dam ceiling like four times and I’m getting pissed. Next time a gun, yeah that’s it.

It worked I got a gun a machine gun, and more so I fought back, finally I could fight back. In my dreams I could change the out come, some times but not the world it was conjured in, in this world it is “Dawn of the dead”. This world was no shit cause, they came at you, and the others, right there in the hall way and we had to shoot our way through them, those new souls so terrified by zombies like I used to be got ate by zombies, and quickly our numbers would dwindle quickly, in our first round. Then the fighters, we fought, “the head”, I would always yell to someone who decided to fight, and wildly attacked, We had them pressed, and made it to the escalator, escalator and zombies is like a coin machine in an old time video house with great stacks at the area’s where you went up and down sort of the way human shoppers did, but human shoppers didn’t get pushed over the edge like these did and often a zombie would just fall after being pushed, these were the close-up ones where suddenly out of nowhere, a creepy old lady, some teenage kid, or even worse a little girl zombie they gave me the creeps. We had three floors to go to get up and I was out the front….

Ice skating, how did we get from up stairs I thought, as the last nightmare clung to me, of this moment I was back. Why were we in the skating rink, that’s right it was a clean up job? I looked down at the two Uzi’s and began skating around the rink blasting zombies. One by one, giving like a moment to look at who they were, a person, a man with a suit and tie, a lady with a hat, and then shot them, in the head. It became easy once you remembered the rules, suddenly Bracken was there my best friend, and he wasn’t armed. I yelled this way, but he couldn’t get across the ice and they took him down, as he screamed and fought them biting and tearing. I watched heart in horror, eye seeing the unconscious friend as dear and a link to reality, consciousness some distant murmur, of home. The battle field of the ice rink it was.  My fury bent, I enraged began tearing into them, the one around him sending pieces of zombie brain flying as my Uzis ripped into them, savagery, violence, memories of what just happened to Bracken flashed over and over like a looped video while the rage and sorrow sang. Then back the attic, the door opened again the noise, they were here I’ve got to get on the roof. I here my fate calling from a distance I try to warn him and yell all I run across the roof of our house towards the swinging window. The voice yelled, “John you get up now as my father pulled down the swinging stair case into my room the attic.”   My hearing body assaulted by sound jumped awake; the start of the mental blend from the attack of  the little Indian zombie coming up the stairs and who was really there my mind struggling with each the sleeping world and the awake and it took a few minuets to shake this off as the blend continued, my heart raced, I had jumped to my feet yet stopped unsure whether I was to go back out the window, Dad a though yelled, a veil lifted, clarity, shaking still from the flight and fight, the twist into my world, the shock of being back, the other lingered and the sound echoed, the stairs being lowered, in a great creaking and cranking as the three piece ladder dropped on to the second floor hall. It, horror, on the stairs looking at me, fear … Dad’s voice, again clear.

I told Bracken later in the week, and he just shrugged his shoulders, even though he used to make up stories in the middle of the night as we walked under the trees in Long Branch Creek Park of post apocalyptic world were we had to fight to survive and we saw the movie together. I knew the movie scared him to. The little Indian guy, we both looked, but then not

The thing is, you never get bit more than once or twice and nightmares during the chases end before you wake up. The zombie the same little Indian guy still visited my attic after a month when I forgot some times to fight. The unconscious rip with new material and the nightmares blend into my little world happened for some time, the attic door, Dad, the zombie, attack run fear terror. I then always fought. I crossed a line, I fought back, always shaped into a new nightmare beyond my control.

 

Nightmares like life turn and twist with the road, sometimes there is a reason others are just old fears. I learned to grow with them both; I became very good at killing, I died, and something else, I saw more depths of cruelty, horror, acts that lurk in the dark on the battle field of my nightmares in the real animalistic man the predators that could walk among us.

THOR  

Eye on the Homeless Opportunity Village Eugene Oregon & Homeless Camping

Question KMTR News 16 Eugene Oregon: What should be done with the homeless campers

 

YES! Deal with the fact that it is a reality, Homeless campers, then move from there. Martin Luther King out lined 4 parts to any non-violent action in his letter from BirmingHam Jail. 1. recognizing some form of injustice or social need is apparent. 2. Attempt at communication and negotiation. 3. the Purifying of those involved, Meaning people gather and are willing to allow violence against them to make there point on a social level. (As in Kings marches, freedom riders, occupy) 4. Action. (The action here being camping on city property, the violence is police action, the negotiation speaking with city) Thor p.s. X-homeless X addict, graduate Lane Community College

 

To all you people who say put them to work or they should be like everybody else and support themselves, well you have no idea why they are there. Shut Up! Listen Please Okay I got your attention. Yes put them to work, Give them skills, Give them dignity, Give them a way to get a home, by you helping us helping them. Many of them are so mentally ill, unable to read, been homeless since they were kids from addict homes, they are addicts, or just plain gave up on life when their lover/wife/husband child died, and the list goes on forever. Learn to recognize suffering. This is no easy thing to do, In fact it is very hard, compassion, charity, understanding. I thank you for listening. THOR

 

Opportunity Village Eugene Oregon

 

·                                 Arthur Ernst shared Kitty Piercy's status update.

Kitty Piercy

In a wonderful afternoon of sunshine, Opportunity Village opened up officially with an open house. They had a lot to show for their hard labor: conestoga huts, micro houses, a partially completed tool shed, soon to be ready showers, and lots of good food and friends.

It has been a long road from day in Jan 2007 when I put up the Memorials for lives lost due to homlessness, and the Registerguard covered it Mayor Kitty Piercy, and almost as long as Dan Bryant, and I stood side by side As he read the names of those lost in 2008. A long fight since occupy as well. I see that this is a begining of a new era of vision, of long reaching sight that will lead many of these people back into the community. It will become as another seed planted of good will, and as each seed is planted, as each person lifted with dignity and respect will in turn lift the community. Each action no matter how small or grand performed each builds upon it's self, reaching furthur into peoples hearts, into all our lives, some like this writer who was a homeless addict many years ago, and now a graduate of Lane Community College. I believe in each of these huts will begin many lives, change many lives, and in the end save many lives. Chef John aka THOR

 

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