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  • Conspiracy-promoting sheriff GOES WHOLE HOG https://www.yahoo.com/news/conspirac...191019225.html
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    • Colorado TRAITOR pleads guilty to casting missing wife's ballot https://www.yahoo.com/news/colorado-...232309961.html
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      • boycott KKKhristian Walgreens; customers being denied birth control and other contraceptives https://www.yahoo.com/news/movement-...193559791.html
        Louisiana pig chief and traitor councilman plead guilty to offering people $ to vote for them in 2016 and 2020 elections https://www.yahoo.com/news/louisiana...153302650.html
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        • filthy rich untaxed preacher, wife robbed of $1M in jewelry during sermon https://www.yahoo.com/news/nypd-prea...210440751.html
          California prison guard, who boasted in text messages of abusing inmates, pleads guilty to unprovoked assault of an inmate who died 2 days later https://www.yahoo.com/news/californi...215440118.html
          NY teen released from custody after brawling with police on subway platform in bloody video https://www.yahoo.com/news/ny-teen-r...220336022.html
          of course the Army and Air Force Run Out of Female Hot Weather Uniforms Amid Summer Heat Wave https://www.yahoo.com/news/army-air-...220827482.html
          Army veteran who faked blindness for nearly $1M is going to prison https://www.yahoo.com/news/army-vete...224859424.html
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          • pig Brett Hankison charged with 3 others https://www.google.com/search?sxsrf=...&bih=695&dpr=1
            by https://www.facebook.com/thomasclayjr
            Did you know I was a cocaine trafficker? Oh yeah! Big time cocaine trafficker, if you ask Louisville Police. That’s what officer Bret Hankison charged me with anyway.
            I’m going to tell you now a very long story that I have tried to write about before but I could never get through it. It is about police corruption inside the Louisville Police Department LMPD and the criminals employed by them who have escaped accountability because the system is set up to protect them. If people knew how that police department really ran, there would be no faith that anyone the LMPD arrests is guilty of anything.
            I do not say the things I say about the police lightly and you’re about to understand a big reason why I have reached the conclusion that the LMPD is as corrupt as it can possibly be.
            I started having nose bleeds as a teenager. They kept getting progressively worse. One day I got one and it wouldn’t stop bleeding. I began getting dizzy and an ambulance had to come get me and take me to the ER. The doctor called in an ENT who looked up my nose and decided to put a stop to my nosebleeds.
            I remember him ordering a vial of cocaine to soak a 4x4 with so he could put it on the lesion he was about to chemically cauterize in my nose. He did and it worked for quite a while but they came back eventually. I’m guessing it had something to do with a growing brain tumor in my head that wouldn’t get seen for another 17 years.
            That was the one and only time cocaine was ever in my body.
            As a teen, I was a huge basketball fan. My dad and grandfather loved basketball. In school we had a lunch pool of other fans and what we’d do is draft our favorite players to see who could select the players who would accrue the most points in a given week. Jordan was of course always the first pick which was chosen by lottery. Kiki VanDeWeghe, Barkley, Bird and several others were the favorite picks.
            Dad was a University of Kentucky fan despite him going to the University of Louisville’s law school. Back in the 80s, the Wildcats were a powerhouse team but the players weren’t NBA material if we’re honest. A few made it to the big dance but not any of significance except for Rex Chapman.
            There was this one guy though named Len Bias who moved like Jordan and played like Jordan. He was the #1 draft pick of the Boston Celtics. I remember watching that night and thinking I was going to choose him for my picks for our lunch club but I never got the chance.
            The night he was selected as the number one pick, Len Bias went out partying with some of his friends. He tried cocaine for the first time and it killed him.
            I got my first job as a busboy at Del Fresco’s in St. Matthews when I was 15. I was particularly bad at first which won me a first class ass-chewing by the owner. I sure did straighten up after that! I got to be the head busser and make the schedule for all the others.
            That restaurant in the 80s had tons of cocaine in it. I was scared to death of it because of what it did to Len Bias. I had people shoving it in my face assuring me it would help me work faster. “No thanks’’ I’d say. I saw others doing it and their noses would bleed and I remember thinking, ‘oh great that’s all I need is more nose bleeds.’
            At the time, St. Matthews had not merged into Louisville Metro and they had a big problem with their police officers harassing people and beating them up. In fact, some of these officers were known to be patrons at The Toy Tiger which was a notorious strip club on Bardstown Road where dealers were known to grease the cops with cash and cocaine to operate freely. The cops would work security and crack skulls as needed but one of the ‘fringe benefits’ they told my dad all about was banging the strippers there who were extremely beautiful prostitutes.
            The St. Matthews Police Department was full of thugs. The first time my dad sued them was for a guy I’ll call Dennis.
            Dennis’ family owned the gas station right where Shelbyville road forks into Lexington road and Frankfort Avenue. Dennis had himself a Porsche cabriolet and an extremely beautiful girlfriend to ride in it. It turned out that one night Dennis got pulled over for suspicion of DUI. At least that was the story the cop told.
            So the cop pulls Dennis and his girlfriend and he starts asking Molly the girlfriend why she wanted to be with this guy? He was trouble and such. Then he asked if he could get her number? Dennis was rather upset about this and let the officer know that what he was doing was inappropriate. So the cop pulled him out of the car and made him do field sobriety tests which he passed. He got a warning which went like, ‘if you ever talk to me like a bitch again I am going to fucking wreck you.’
            Molly wanted nothing to do with this cop but the cop wanted something to do with her. So he began following Dennis wherever he went. Before long Dennis got arrested for DUI. After that he got arrested again for reckless driving. The cop would sit outside of Dennis’ house to give him a personal escort wherever he wanted to go. This went on for months. Eventually Dennis hired my dad to defend him.
            So dad took care of all the bullshit cases this ASSHOLE cop filed against him and then filed suit in federal court. Let’s just say that the deposition of this cop was ‘contentious’ and nearly came to fisticuffs. The jury didn’t much like the behavior of this cop so they awarded Dennis a generous settlement. At the time, cities did not have liability insurance policies that covered police brutality and corruption cases so civil penalties had to come out of the police department’s budget.
            So when dad clipped them for a couple hundred grand, the St. Matthews Police Department couldn’t buy new police cars. You can imagine how police cars are treated by cops. Let’s just say the police were a bit angry about losing this civil case.
            But that wasn’t the end for Dennis. The police blamed him for them having to drive old squad cars and the cop who had been the reason for the suit did not learn to stop messing with him. Now he had his buddies all mad at Dennis and they did even worse to him afterwards including arresting him for no reason and he got a trip out to Naval Ordinance where they went to work on Dennis with a slapjack.
            So dad sued them again only this time the jury awarded them even more.
            It was so bad that the police didn’t have working vehicles. They tried to pass a property tax increase so they could buy new equipment and that went down in flames. It just never occurred to the chief of police to maybe discipline his officers to stop them from violating people’s rights or stalking women they were hoping to bed.
            Since I share my father’s name, the St. Matthews Police were always pulling me over to check me for something and give me tickets for whatever. I got tired of getting pulled over constantly and finally told the captain when he pulled me over, ‘you think my dad’s an asshole you should try living with him!’ They left me pretty much alone after that.
            Soon St. Matthews merged with all the other police departments in Jefferson County to become Louisville Metro Police.
            After dad had some success and press attention from suing the police, he got some more cases against them. He got so busy that he stopped doing criminal cases and focused on civil litigation. He sued the chief of police Richard Dotson multiple times and he was so impressed with how well dad had given him the Royal Roto Router treatment that he hired my dad to represent him in his divorce.
            Fast forward to 2008.
            My girlfriend calls me one morning early which I did not do early then. She had wrecked the Lexus she had bought and broke her ankle. She wanted me to come pick her up because her place had 3 flights of steps she didn’t want to hobble around. Of course I wanted her to stay with me so I get up and go pick her up in my black Lexus SC400. I picked her up and brought her home with me. We just had to stop and pick up her bestie because it was her birthday that day.
            So I stopped and bought birthday cake and ice cream because that’s just what you do. I’ve debated whether to share this next part because it is even harder to write about but it is important for context. There will be triggers about violence against women so be forewarned, this gets ugly.
            So they are in the bathroom eating cake and smoking cigarettes. I had never met this bestie before. I will call her Alison. Alison was a very beautiful woman and extremely small, maybe 80 pounds. I was eager to take her home because as beautiful as she was, my girlfriend was the apple of my eye.
            After a few hours it was time for her to go. So I get in my car to take her home. She’s staying in an extended stay hotel on Breckinridge Lane in St. Matthews. She’s making small talk. She tells me she used to be a nice Jewish girl. She told me about her Bat-mitsvah while I am driving about 100mph. Then she asked me my name?
            “Thomas.’’

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            • ‘Thomas what?’
              “Thomas Clay.”
              She went quiet. I saw her eyes tearing up. She began to tremble in fear. I saw terror in her eyes. I slowed down.
              “What’s the matter?”
              “Is your dad the attorney?”
              I didn’t have to answer, she knew.
              Alison owned a tanning salon. Her parents were well to do citizens and they took care of their beautiful daughter. Her salon was on Taylorsville road and her parents lived in Oldham County.
              One night after she closed up, she was on her way to her parents house and just as she crossed the Oldham County line, she got pulled over by an Oldham County police officer. It was dark out and rainy.
              “I don’t know why he pulled me over. I drive slow all the time and he never told me why he pulled me over.”
              I knew the rest of the story before she told me what happened from her own lips. This cop pulled her out of the car and put her in handcuffs. He put her in the back of his squad car and got in the front where he proceeded to offer her ‘the deal.’ The ‘deal’ was that he could arrest her and take her to jail or she could have sex with the him and he’d let her go.
              She scoffed in disgust. She didn’t know he was a monster.
              She was wearing a skirt.
              She was handcuffed.
              He raped her in the back seat of his squad car.
              Then he let her go.
              When she got to her parents house, she told them what happened. They took her to the hospital where they did a rape kit on her. They also called the Oldham County police to report the rape.
              Alison’s parents hired my dad to represent her. My dad was naturally horrified at this and he told Alison that he’d protect her.
              Alison stayed at her parents’ home for several days. Her parents ran some business I can’t remember what it was. She was home alone when a man began knocking on her door. She said, ‘I didn’t think not to open the door. I just didn’t know.’ She is sobbing at this point.
              The man at the door punched her so hard in the face that it crushed her orbital bone and broke her jaw. He told her if she testified that her parents would never find her body.
              Her parents came home and found her unconscious. She was in intensive care for two weeks. She had to have her jaw wired shut and reconstructive surgery.
              Alison became addicted to pain medication after she got out of the hospital. She was so scared that she did not want to pursue the case. Her parents were stringently against this. They wanted her to prosecute the cop.
              When her doctors cut her off the pain meds, she started using street drugs. Before long, her addiction consumed her. Her parents wanting to help their daughter, cut her off financially. In desperation, she began selling her body to feed her addiction.
              I’ve had few moments in my life where I felt like I had my soul ripped out of my body and beaten with a stick. When she cried, ‘he said he would protect me’ I fucking lost it. I felt like it was entirely my fault because when a Clay makes a promise, we will die trying to keep it.
              Just as she said that to me, I passed Officer Bret Hankison and his scumbag partner Miles Cosgrove in their unmarked police car. They were going home after a police softball game. Both were St. Matthews police detectives at the time. They were off duty.
              I passed them doing 90 mph probably and when they saw my personalized license plate TCLAYJR, they thought they’d get them some payback for my dad making their lives so miserable that they couldn’t get any overtime and such.
              Alison was on supervised probation after she got a DUI. She had been given an ankle monitor but she cut it off. That made her an absconded felon at the time which is exactly the same as an escaped prisoner. She was going to go to jail no matter what because police have no discretion in arresting absconded felons.
              As it happened, I had gone out to the gun range with my best friend and I had my pistol in my car. No worries because I had a Concealed Carry permit and being the upright citizen that I was, I told officer Hankison I had a the pistol as you are instructed to do in the CCDW classes and it was plainly visible.
              I also had a bottle of prescription opioids on me in their bottle because I was a chronic pain patient from the brain tumor.
              Alison did not have any ID at all and that was on purpose but it didn’t matter. Hankison knew who she was. They disappeared up into her room for a while as more cops showed up.
              One of them was this big black detective who happened to be a linebacker for the U of L football team. He turned out to be a valuable friend later of my dad’s. Let’s call him Tyrone.
              Ten years earlier, I was falsely arrested by the Oldham County police after my evil sister told them I was out waving my gun around after we were dividing my mom’s estate and things got heated. It was absurd and the charge was immediately dismissed but there was a record of me being arrested.
              Hankison returned after some time to rejoin the party. Cosgrove told him I had a pistol and prescription pain medication. Officer Tyrone went to see my father 3 days after I was arrested and told him that Hankison and Cosgrove said, “Time to get some payback.” My dad didn’t mention this to me for over a year.
              Hankison called the Kentucky State Police to see about suspending my concealed deadly weapons license which the lady who took his call did, retroactively. There was a log of this egregious violation of my rights and my father had to subpoena the head of the Kentucky State Police for that record and told him that he was going to make his life hell if he didn’t after stonewalling my attorney for that record for over a year.
              My girlfriend’s plaster cast had left some white plaster of Paris on my carpet which Hankison wrote on his report was cocaine. Because I had a firearm with me, that got bumped up to trafficking in cocaine. The state police lab stonewalled the lab results proving it was plaster of Paris for a year and a half. When they finally released the results, the prosecution amended my charge to be trafficking in a simulated substance. It took a year and a half before all the charges were dismissed.
              You cannot imagine the stress of being charged with crimes you did not commit simply because a dirty cop wanted to get some payback.
              Hankison told me that if I would allow them to search my house and if it was clean, I would get a speeding ticket which was just bullshit. There was nothing in my house but some guns that he confiscated.
              Hankison wrote my name as Thomas Clay instead of Thomas Clay Jr. on purpose so that when it appeared on the police blotter, it would look like my dad was arrested for trafficking in cocaine. The next morning, bright and early, all four news stations in Louisville called my dad to ask about his arrest for trafficking in cocaine. The local paper did as well. Let’s just say that he was not amused.
              What was worse was that he thought I was guilty despite him coining the phrase ‘testilying’ early in his career about police officers who could not tell the truth on the stand. With me, he was always a prosecutor.
              About two weeks after I got out of jail, we went to go see Alison at some house she was staying at where she was eager to tell me what happened to her that night.
              Hankison took her up to her room and gave her the deal. She performed fellatio on him and he let an absconded felon go.
              That’s when my girlfriend said that she was at a party once when Mr. Hankison showed up *when she was a minor* and offered her the deal as well. He was so fond of her that this happened other times.
              I wanted to detesticalate Hankison. I wanted him desanguinated as soon as possible. I was insane with rage.
              I went to the crimes against children unit and spoke to this very polite and professional detective. I told her what happened to both of these women and she asked me if I could get my girlfriend to give a statement? Which was utterly absurd after her seeing what happened to her bestie having her face caved in so bad she needed reconstructive surgery.
              She told me very politely that she couldn’t do anything without a victim’s statement. As I was leaving she said in passing, ‘no I am not one of the ones cruising the Toy Tiger.’ It made me so much angrier because she knew what her cop brethren were doing there, they were raping the strippers there under the color of law and she couldn’t do anything about it because the victims would never come forward and participate in a system that had arrested them and been so brutal to them and the police officer who preyed on them knew it too. They laughed about it when they were regaling my father with their tales of the Toy Tiger.
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              • I went to the Office of Professional Integrity and reported Hankison in 2008. When I told my dad I did, he scoffed, ‘that accomplishes nothing’ which I already knew because as one detective told my dad after several beers, ‘that’s where the dirtiest cops go to nap to wait for their pension.’ But I did know one thing, they had to keep a record of that report and if one thing is sure about a man who rapes women, they don’t stop until they are caught.
                Eventually one of the women Hankison raped became a lawyer and she came forward. When she came forward, many others began to come forward about how Hankison had offered them a ride home when they were drunk and he raped them.
                I told all of this to Roberto Ferdman of VICE news. That’s why he titled his fantastic piece on the Louisville Police ‘The Deal.’
                When I saw Cosgrove, Mattingly and Hankison were involved with the murder of Breonna Taylor, all of those memories of my year and a half in hell came flooding back and I wanted Hankison to finally be punished for being the crooked rapist cop that he is.
                He thought nothing of destroying lives because he is a pure psychopath. When his name became more public, more of his victims came forward.
                When I learned that Barbara Whaley of the Attorney General’s office was going to prosecute Hankison for Wanton Endangerment I predicted correctly that she would not get a conviction because she is the prosecutor they send in to create the illusion of accountability. There was no chance she would get a conviction because the Republican Attorney General Cameron enjoys the patronage of the Fraternal Order of Police and he made sure the least charge possible was brought and that she would lose it. I said so before it happened because Kentucky is anything but predictably corrupt in every way.
                So you can imagine dear reader the kind of satisfaction I am feeling living on the other side of the planet from my old Kentucky Home and seeing the mugshot of one serial rapist police officer Bret Hankison and a couple of his fellow officers for the lies they told that cost Breonna Taylor her life.
                I hope I get the privilege of sending him prison letters from Thailand. It will give me a level of satisfaction that I can hardly describe. I intend to get even more proficient at salting wounds and I take this solemn vow that I will do everything possible to make his imprisonment as awful as it possibly can be because fuck that guy. Seeing this serial rapist behind bars is immensely satisfying for me.
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