It just so happens that the very same woman from the Lawrence Kansas case, had a case in Frederick, Maryland, in April of 2008 where the cops got a call about a baby and a man with dreadlocked hair in a Motor Home. Little did they know that we are a rolling setup: a reverse-sting in progress by Sovereignty Press and the Sovereign Civilian Police Observation Task Force (SC-POTF) and we’re just looking to make money offa these felonious public employees. It can psychologically destroy the average American to be surrounded and ransacked by police thugs. But not us. So what happened with Sovereign American Nationals and Sovereignty Press when the cops showed up?
“We were outside the van, “Betty the Baitmobile” scoping out a place to get the baby some dinner when we saw the cops surrounding the motor home. The Mom went to the van to get some warmer clothes for the baby and the police began interrogating her and her boyfriend. The baby was in her stroller at the restaurant with me. So, because they couldn’t find a baby, they decided to bring a dog to search “Betty the Baitmobile”.
They completely ransacked “Betty” our Sacred Family Temple, which we were traveling in, and dumped the contents of about 20 very organized handbags and backpacks out all over the stove, bed and floor, thereby profaning our sanctum sanctorum.
When they found nothing they could steal, they sent the Lieutenant to scour the promenade for the Dread-I Mastah with the baby. “Are you Sovereign: Godsent” he yelled from his car. Dude and five other dudes in costumes wouldn’t touch me but told me what was happening back at “the Baitmobile.”
Now, the baby and Mom live in a home out in the woods and were merely traveling to one of our Religious Conventions in our carriage or conveyance which we have a right to do without obstruction.
We thought Frederick a quaint little town and were merely stopping for dinner, but they insisted that we were inhabiting the van under their state and city rules. Had we relied upon the “living in it” point, we would have insisted that it was our Dwelling-House but at the time we made it clear that we were “en route”. When I strolled the baby back up to her Mom, the 13 cops in at least 8 squad cars had made such a display of their fraternity that they couldn’t have sovereigns stand them down. With no cause or respect for the integrity of the constitution which they had all violated, they pulled the most underhanded and evil tactic in their bag of tricks: as if this was involving a resident of STATE OF MARYLAND(all caps corporation): they called in a social worker to examine the “living conditions of the motor home.” Straight-up evil. They towered over us inside a circle of about 8-10 uniformed employees.
It was after dark but the state employee just hopped right up into the motor home and started taking photos of the mess the cops made. Shortly thereafter, the “public servant” threatened the mother with taking the child if she did not agree to an interview, so what’s a mother with a recorder rolling to do? Open mouth lady, insert foot. The Social Worker had no soul and feigned that the van was unfit to inhabit and thereafter kidnapped the baby with full knowledge of the fact that the mother and baby live in a beach house in an entirely different but adjacent State. The cops drove off with the baby in a squad car leaving the mother crying in the street with her recorder rolling. This will be concluded in the chapter: Why Don’t I Want a Lawyer?