h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I don't want to come across as 'haughty' in regards to any / all 'ethical review', but ever since my 'incident' on May 31st this year, I feel like any input on the subject is like asking a High School drop out his opinion on the better University..

I will copy and paste my incident below, but I will bestow the most 'valid' point - and that is: 'First' I was drugged and raped by five... Second, I was treated with cynicism by the police and the hospital staff, and last, the jail guards during the latter-part of this extenuating incident.. Verbal / Psychological abuse was worse than getting raped, and that was the first time experiencing that.

- I was born and raised here, and lately, I feel like I am on a different planet! - When I was young, 'Men' were 'ALLOWED' to get into bar-fights!

Cops would show up and bellow, "Alright - break it up you guys! YOU! - Go that way! - And you, 'Other Way!'..." - it was over!

Now?? Gawd forbid a 'brawl' occur, you're disturbing the 'peace' - another word for a phony phantom possessed by the 'authorities'... You're fingerprinted, and marked like Cain..

- Nobody could 'avenge' these assailants nowadays! - You have to wait till the police do something about it, and what a 'fine' job they've done so far, ey!?

What a 'stupid' country I live in! I'm so disgusted.
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On May 31st this year, I went to the home of an acquaintance to sell my 'paintball equipment'. The man who lived there was 40, and he had a friend over who was 24. - I'm 33.

I was given a drug ['ecstasy'], thinking it was something else.. It was a 'clear gel' capsule, and I was able to see the contents. - I have taken it (or at least, something that looked exactly like it) at this home before.

I have been told - based on my reaction to the drug - that I overdosed. - Usually, the drug has a 'perky' effect, but every light-source looked 'neon blue', and my mouth was shiver/quivering).

After the drug hit me, I fell to the floor. I couldn't get up for the life of me, and the only thought and feeling which came to my mind was how much I felt - and 'looked' like a broken helicopter propellar, trying to 'prop' myself back up again.

I remember bits of the 'truck drive' - before I woke up in someone's arms at the naval base in Port Hueneme. - I was carried from home, to home and was raped. One place of which I woke up in was someone's garage, where the ones who drugged and carried me were 'fraternizing' with two guys in a garage, also where they had videotaped and took pictures of me.


I left the last home / offender, trying to stand up. (This last offender was 'also' the first person I was introduced to in Port Hueneme.) He lifted me into his truck, and left me alone in there for a few minutes..

I was able to take the registration out of his glove box, before he
dropped me off at a donut shop and called for one of the 'original two' to pick me up.

After I arrived at the original home again, one of the first two offenders received a phone call.

- I ended up getting roughed up as he demanded for his friend's
registration back.

I fled the incident... But in a state of panic, and still blacking out and coming to all the way till I reached the Valley, I got into a car wreck. (The lady in front of me was not injured fortunately..)

I was taken to the hospital. The police didn't take me or my statements seriously, and thus - the hospital staff imitated the officer's stance. (Is anyone thinking 'Kitty Genovese'..?)

The only one on my side then and now is a Fireman - who stayed with me in the hospital emergency room till I was arrested and taken to jail for 'Driving Under the Influence'...

- There was no mention of the rape, or anything about my repeated attempts at discussing the rape in the police report.


- There was no rape kit performed by the hospital staff, even though I told them repeatedly what had happened to me..



- This is my first 'offense', and I lost my new job the second day I was detained.


These guys also stole 'all' my paintball equipment after they took the money back, and took all my software - including software and programs that 'I' had been working on - from my car. And to date between them, they have either changed their phone numbers, and/or their residency.

The police in Ventura are interested in 'talking' to me, but at this
point I honestly believe people [now] when they tell me, "Don't trust the police!"

I just cannot understand why - after telling them the 'whole' story over and again - they haven't considered questioning the two guards in Port Hueneme that I saw, and who 'also' saw me as one of the offenders carried me in and out of that little office. - Or, why they haven't questioned the girl behind the counter at the donut shop that the last guy dropped me off
at...

- I have spoken to 'Friends' who used to be police officers... I will 'NEVER GET THIS DUI OFF MY RECORD!'
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- No more laws! We are not progressing here in the States! There are 'no' sanctions, none! If only for that 'one' innocent person... How can anyone assume that a person who is presently serving time, has 'no' capability to be at the 'right' place / time when an 'innocent' person is in danger? - Personally? I'd rather have one of those 'EVIL' - Female 'DRUG ABUSERS' around that night as opposed to a 'Cop!'
F!ck em', feed em' rice.