This is a daisy of romantic fiction. Ray florets, disk florets, stamina, and her lovely pistil are presented fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual daisies, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Last night, I had to take off my sandals three times for law enforcement. This was done to make sure that I didn’t have any weapons glued to the soles of my feet. The first time came when I was placed in a holding cell at the 3rd Precinct of the Nassau County Police Department. I had visited there before, back on October 23, 2024, when I filed a written complaint about threatening text messages coming from [redacted]. They don’t care about that, as it doesn’t serve the objectives of my Deep State oppressor/estranged wife.
The second time I was ordered to take off my footwear last night was when I was transferred to the central jail in Mineola.
Those first two times, the officers/detectives were courteous enough to recognize that I wasn’t wearing socks, so they let me take off my sandals one at a time, without touching my bare feet to the floor. (I am sensitive to foot fungus.) Then, came the third time, with Officer Normandia at the Nassau County Courthouse in Hempstead. When I hesitated to take both sandals off simultaneously (for sanitary reasons) he shouted, he struck me, and then he aggressively grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me up against the wall. Both sandals came off, were inspected with my bare feet touching the dirty concrete floor, and then returned to my feet before I was thrown into a holding cell. New York tries to portray itself as a bastion for civil liberties, but between Herr Normandia and the Deep State shenanigans I’ve revealed at grantfaber.org? Nah.
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