~ THE AMERICAN ARACHNID ~
By Chris Deraleau
Section 4
FEAR- Its the main course they serve brutally cold, and deathly serious. Fear is its instrument, its tool to force plea agreements in order to ensure its pound of flesh in closures from any american it can harvest for monetary gain and to secure its illusion of justice. convictions to the untrained eye, mean progress... i assure you, thats not the case. people in jail and prisons, mean guilty men and women off the street, correct? pleading guilty means one is actually guilty, correct? a jury of 12 random individuals deliberating and finding men and women guilty, actually means that, that said man or woman is absolutely guilty, correct? if you actually believe this, any of it, well my friend, youve been mislead, or your education on this subject is brutally incorrect. in america, if in fact you get charged with a crime, any crime, the burden of proof is on you. your guilty until proven innocent. your arrested, taken from your home, your job, your family, no evidence needed. none. let me tell you what constitutes as "evidence" in american legal situatons. 'here say.'. what does that mean? allow me to explain. in america, someone can walk into a police station, say they would like to report a crime, sit down at a table, write a paragraph on a piece of paper saying, in a nutshell, "i believe this man or woman killed this person" or, "i was raped", then, sign the document. that document, is all the evidence they need to arrest you, then your a criminal. period. then the extortion begins. that said 'suspect' is then tracked down, arrested, then, a bond is set. two things can happen at this time. you plea out to some sort of agreement, admitting guilt, then get sentenced. or, the jury trial, where a litany of things could go awry. let us cover the jury trial aspect. 12 people brought in to determine the very outcome of the rest of your natural life, your entire life in their hands, just random people, your life in their hands. hand picked pawns of the county who could not tell a televised lie beween the truth if their lives depended on it, and now, your life, everything youve ever known and loved has been reduced to a sort of chess game. a game! your life, a game. in the hands of ordinary people. if for any reason at all you lose your footing, or popularity during this rigged side-show they call a jury trial, just know that this system im telling you about, is an industrial thresher, designed to chew up young flesh and spit out neat numbered file folders that read 'life sentence' across the top of what used to be your name, sitting in air-conditioned offices collecting dust, while the bureaucratic rent-a-sharks and dynamic-market pigs collect the money that you, as a human stock bond generate for them while your life is spent roaming a prison yard with your head still spinning from the federal-marshals planes turbine whisltes echoing in your ears, dying internally and externally in a pool of sorrow as state or federal casualty. The american dream used to echo words that rejuvinated the hearts and minds of this great union, words of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. i assure you that youve crossed a line, a very serious line indeed if you believe the weight of progress and hope has not shifted into the hands of what you could simply call evil men and women. it has, and poorly, violently, and sadly. and an evil that knows that they are nothing more then a perpetual punishment machine that requires no upkeep and has no exit. TYRANNY... The second option after being formally charged is, you take the plea deal, a closure for them, so its an easy day at the office, they need to get home and drink their liquor, and be with their families, yes. thats absolutely correct. you sign a document saying your guilty, even though you are over charged, or entirely innocent all together, because your alternative is a life sentence if you fail in the jury trial game against 12 strangers. you get on the stand and have 12 people look at you for a few hours, listen, or not listen to a word of your story, 12 people youve never met, who know nothing about you, other then a prosecutors twisted perversion of the truth, spit out like an ignorant mindless fax machine reading off falsities with a filter of a raging lunatic whos spouse you've just killed. then a deliberation to see if they basically like you or not, and putting you away would make them feel like they did something for the county, for the 'system of justice'. and God forbid they decide they dont believe you for any reason... just know, the great american justice system is a big and hairy, quick-fanged multi-eyed spider, waiting in the dark for any american to cross any technical line and fall into its blind, unforgiving ignorant web. once your wrapped up in the sticky silk web, only to be inevitably, and by design eaten by the monster... tossed into the belly of the long-legged, gasping souless creature, bleeding from your heart as your life is drained, your life and family in ruins, you will be digested as you drown in a corrupt ocean of systematic stomach acids, and the beast.... has a very slow metabolism.