I’m so incredibly sick of people that don’t do their jobs. Today I spent most of my day chasing people around (via phone and email), trying to get them to do their jobs. I also found out that my license is expired and there is a warrant out for my arrest in the state of California. Not because I did anything wrong, just because people don’t do their fucking jobs.

Last time I was in San Diego, I made sure that the DMV had my current address, so that I would receive the paperwork I would need to renew my license online. It never came. Although I did get a bill from the DMV for registration (OH, so you DO have my address, huh?) What else did I receive? A letter from the court telling me that I didn’t complete my “work service” and that a warrant would be issued for my arrest if I didn’t clear this up with them. I already cleared this up with them. Someone just isn’t doing there job (on my tax dollars).

I’ve had a claim filed with Kaiser for reimbursement of medical bills, for 8 months now. It’s just sitting in someones file waiting for me to give up calling and asking for status.

Six months before 2007 taxes were due, I hired a CPA/financial planner to take care of my business stuff (taxes/investments/etc). When I emailed them 2 weeks before taxes were due, they decided that they couldn’t really help me. They were nice enough to file an extention for me (enter sarcasm here).

I hired a Quickbooks “specialist” that was supposed to get my company books fine tuned. I gave him a $1200 retainer, that he promptly cashed (within 2 days). Then I stopped hearing from him. Until I finally threatened legal action. Now, he wants me to jump through a bunch of hoops to get my money back. So I’m flying back to San Diego to sue him in small claims court, to get my money back for work that he never performed. Because, you know, actually DOING the work that I gave you $1200 for is entirely too hard.

I can see it now. As soon as I get back to CA, I get pulled over, while driving with a suspended license, record run to reveal a warrant out for my arrest and arrested. Wasting more of my time. Time that could be spent trying to get people to do their jobs, or, dare to dream, doing my own job. All because people are too fucking stupid and/or lazy to do their fucking jobs, and it’s all somehow my problem.

Okay, I know it’s been a while since I was arrested, tasered, went on trial, got convicted of three crimes that I didn’t commit and jumped through a bunch of hoops for a judge so he could feel better about the justice system and his job, but I’m finally ready to write about what really happened. I havn’t written or talked about it since the day the judge freeded me from my ridiculous sentence, in hopes that I could just forget about it, but unfortunately I can’t. I think about what a fucked up justice system America has, every single day. It’s like torture, because there is nothing I can do to fix it.

Here is what happened the night I got arrested:

On 12/2/06, I was arrested by Officer Christopher Karches of the Carlsbad Police Department, without just cause and charged with crimes that I did not commit. In addition, Christopher Karches used extremely excessive force and used his taser on me three times as I was face down on the ground and he was on top of me. For the record, I am a female that stands 5′ 7″ tall and weighs 115 lbs.

On the evening of 12/2/06, a group including myself was celebrating a birthday on the patio at Hennesy’s in Carlsbad. At 11:15pm, my boyfriend and I prepared to leave. I wanted to use the restroom before we left and as I walked into the restaurant, I was grabbed by a bouncer and told that I could not enter the restaurant to use the restroom. When I asked, “Why can’t I use the restroom”. The bouncer replied, “Cuz I said so.”. I informed the bouncer that it is illegal to not allow access to the restroom to patrons and he continued to argue with me. At this point, Officer Karches stood in the doorway, next to the bouncer. I said, “Okay, well why don’t we ask him (referring to Officer Karches)”. Addressing Officer Karches, I said, “Why don’t you tell them that what they are doing is illegal and that they have to allow customers access to a restroom”. Officer Karches did not respond so I said, “You DO know the LAW don’t you?”. My statement obviously angered Officer Karches, but he still did not respond. I was then told that if I did not leave the premises, I would be arrested for trespassing. I said, “You guys are both fucking morons”, I turned around to walk out of Hennesy’s, flipped off the bouncer and Officer Karches and proceeded to walk 5 or 6 steps. I had one foot inside the premises and was about to place my other foot on the public sidewalk when I was grabbed forcefully from behind, by the back of the neck and my left arm. The person that grabbed me from behind (later identified as Officer Karces) did not identify themself, and the force of them grabbing my neck whipped my head back so hard that my purse and hat went flying through the air. Since I had no idea who just grabbed me from behind, I pulled my arm from their grip and I was immediately thrown to the pavement with enough force to knock the barrettes our of my hair and scuff my knee. Still dazed from being hit from behind and not knowing who was on my back, I simply tried to get to my feet. The person on my back yelled that I was under arrest for “drunk in public” and then tased me in the back while I was face down on the sidewalk. Being tased in the back, flipped me over onto my back and I yelled, “Ow you fucking asshole”. Officer Karches then proceeded to taser me at least two more times in the stomach. I screamed and yelled, “Ow, Jesus Christ, STOP IT.” I was then flipped back over onto my stomach and Officer Karches handcuffed me and yelled at me to “STAND UP”. I said, “I’m wearing 5 inch heels, I CAN’T get up.”. Officer Karches grabbed my handcuffs, yanked me to my feet and placed me in the back of another officer’s squad car.

Numerous Carlsbad police officers were on the scene at this point and I was removed from the car to be patted down by a female officer and to have my jewelry removed. Stefan Rest witnessed Officer Karches attack me and he was gathering other witnesses information when he was confronted by another officer. The officer asked what Stefan was doing and when he found out he was collecting witness information Stefan was ordered to leave or else the officer threatened to arrest him for loitering and DUI if he caught Stefan riding his bicycle home. The other officers left and I was put in the back of Officer Karches car with Officer Karches and one other male officer. Officer Karches drove around the block and dropped off the other officer. I thought this was incredibly strange that I was now handcuffed and alone with a man that had just attacked me and I started to get scared. So I started asking questions to Officer Karches:

Summer: “So, what’s your name?”

Karches: “Karches.”

Summer: “What’s your first name?”

Karches: “I’m not going to tell you that!”

Summer: “How long have you been on the force?”

Karches: “5 years.”

Summer: “Ah, I bet you havn’t been in Carlsbad long, have you.”

Karches: “1 ½ years in Carlsbad.”

Summer: “So, where are we going?”

Karches: “The hospital, then you’re going to JAIL!”

Summer: “Why are we going to the hospital?”

Karches: “It’s standard procedure when someone gets tased”

Etc.

At the hospital, I was marched into the Emergency Room in handcuffs where Officer Karches explained that they just needed to take my vitals and we’d be on our way. They hooked me up to an EKG and my heart rate was more then double my normal heart rate due to Officer Karches loss of control and using his taser on me at least three times. Doctor Bei went to talk to Officer Karches and said that there was no way that he could release me in this condition. Officer Karches got all huffy because he obviously wanted to go home and said, “Well, can I use your computer to finish my report then?”. After approximately an hour of drinking cold water and resting in the hospital bed, my heart rate was still dangerously high and I was hooked up to an IV in an attempt to bring it down. Another hour passed and my heart rate still would not return to normal. The doctor asked if I had taken any drugs or drank any caffeine that night. I responded that I have never done drugs before and that I had not had any caffeine that entire day. Apparently Officer Karches did not believe me and ordered a drug test. I peed in a cup and the drug test came back 100% clean. I asked the doctor what my blood alcohol level was, but he said Officer Karches would not allow them to test my blood alcohol level. I asked for a blood alcohol test 3 times, but Officer Karches would not allow the doctor to test for alcohol. I then asked the doctor in private that if he could, to please perform a blood alcohol test on my blood from the IV needle since Officer Karches arrested me (and subsequently tasered me three times) for being “drunk in public”, when it was obvious that I was not drunk. I am still waiting on my medical records to see if the doctor was able to test my blood for alcohol. After 2 hours, the doctor said that he would release me if I wanted to leave, but my heart rate was still very high and that I should rest until I felt better. I was also advised that I should immediately return to the ER if was experiencing chest pain or a fast heartbeat for more then 20 minutes. Unfortunately, I was unable to rest since I was immediately thrown in jail.

As I was waiting to be booked into the Vista jail, there were numerous other officers and several men that were arrested for drunk driving present, so I was making small talk with the officers. An officer was administering Breathalyzer tests to the guys that were arrested for drunk driving and I asked if I could take a Breathalyzer since I was arrested for “drunk in public” and tasered three times, when I wasn’t even drunk. The other officers looked surprised to find out the I was arrested for drunk in public and was tased by Officer Karches three times. One officer turned to Karches and said, “You tased her three times?”. Officer Karches looked embarrassed and said, “It’s
always the girls that are the hardest”. I asked again if I could take a Breathalyzer and Karches erupted into childish taunting. He said, “Nanananana, don’t you ever SHUT UP? Your lucky I didn’t punch you and next time I’ll use the taser with the barbs because it hurts worse!” I was taken aback by Officer Karches lack of professionalism and said, “Are you kidding? You really should be quiet because you’re making yourself look stupid. Are you in high school or something?”

As my paperwork was being processed, the women that was processing it called Officer Karches over and asked if he got approval for “this”. He said no and she said that he couldn’t do that. I’m not sure what he was trying to do, but I have a feeling that he wanted it so that I would have to post bail rather then be released on “OR” (own recognizance), because when the women announced that I would be realeased on “OR” he was visibly annoyed. I was then thrown into the “drunk tank” and held for 12 hours even though I was stone-cold sober.

In addition to being falsely arrested, I was admitted into the hospital were I was forced to receive treatment for my injuries caused by Officer Karches and have incurred medical bills of over $3000.

So that’s what happened, plain and simple. The restaurant/bar I was at was violating health code and didn’t like that I was actually informed (the bouncers that were involved were both fired after this incident), I asked an officer for help and he was too stupid to know what I was talking about, I got annoyed, flipped him off and he lost his temper to the extent that he put lives in danger.

Was I a bitch? Sure. Did I do anything illegal? Nope. I simply exercised my right to freedom of speech. Weather you like it or not, it’s not illegal to call a cop a “fucking moron” or flip them off. It IS illegal for someone to jump on your back and zap you with a taser, even if they are wearing a badge. Which is why Officer Karches made up a report full of disgusting lies. If he admitted to what really happened, he would have lost his job as a police officer.

So, after this happened the District Attorney (of course) offered to drop everything if I agreed to plead guilty to an infraction “disturbing the peace”. An infraction is like a speeding ticket, you pay a fine and go on your marry way. I refused to take any “deals” offered by the DA, because I knew what happened was wrong and I wanted to make sure that Officer Karches didn’t pull this bullshit again. So, I went to trial. My lawyer was a bumbling newbie, but I was still confident since I knew that I didn’t do anything wrong and we had 8 witnesses testify that what Officer Karches wrote in the police report was totally fabricated.

Then, something happened that I would have never believed in a million years.

I was convicted of commiting three crimes that I never commited.

I know that the 12 jurors were tired (trial is totally exhausting and the DA drug it out over two weeks) and if they didn’t come to a decision within an hour, they would have to deliberate through the weekend. So, at 4:29 on Friday (court closes at 4:30), they decided to find me guilty of all three counts (trespassing, resisting arrest and drunk in public).

I was sentanced to a $1000 fine, required to attent AA meetings 3 times a week for 2 months, required to attend a 12-week anger management course and I was sentanced to 90 days (720 hours) of work service. The judge told me that he was so harsh with my sentance because, I “put an officers life in danger by choosing to wrestle with him in a place wear other people might have hurt him”. So I was punished for the hypothetical actions of someone else? Awesome.

So, on top of the 80 hours I work per week, I had to jump through all of these little hoops for the judge. Which I did. And, he “let me off” after 45 days of the ridiculous AA meetings, anger management classes and 10 days of work service. I’m not even on parole. The judge also stressed that I should expunge my record. You have to pay the court to expunge your record. Ah, it’s all making sense now. They just wanted more money.

The justice system is just a sick game. It has NOTHING to do with justice and it’s simply about who knows how to play the game better. So, I was simply naive and didn’t hire some pitbull lawyer because I believed that if you don’t do anything wrong everything will turn out in the end. As a matter of fact, I wanted to represent myself, but the 1st judge I saw couldn’t stress enough that representing myself wouldn’t be tolerated.

Any how, another thing I learned is how incredibly dumb so many people are. I can’t tell you how many anonymous assholes have commented on my posts during this entire episode with things like:

“Bitch, you deserved it”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have flipped off a police officer!”

“Do what you’re told next time!”

etc, etc, etc.

I’m not a sheep, nor am I a lemming. I don’t following along blindly in life and do whatever I’m told just because. I will always ask questions and so should you. This experiance has shown me how many ridiculous sheep are really out there and most don’t even know their own rights. I wasn’t tried by a jury of my peers. I was tried by a jury of average Americans that sheep along in life and are brainwashed to believe anything a police officer says.

As Officer Karches said in court, he could have punched me in the face, but he chose to taser me instead. Why? Because if he left an external mark on me (such as a black eye or even bruises), civil rights activists and the media would be all over this. So the police now use tasers that cause internal damage, because since you can’t see the injury, it’s less sensational and safer for the police to abuse their power.

If it was 1955 and Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on a bus, she would be tasered and thrown in jail for disturbing the peace. Bitch probably deserved it…Right?

I’ve just completed my 6th day of “work service”. Work service is a common part of probation that requires you to devote 8 hour days (7:30am – 3:30pm) to working for the city. If you are convicted of a misdemenor, chances are you will be required to complete 1 – 7 days of work service. Every day you show up at a pre-designated area at 7:30am and the probation officers divide the parolees into groups and distribute you across the county to do laborious tasks. So far I have:

Picked up trash at Escondido High School.
Picked up trash along a 5 mile stretch of the 78 freeway.
Hoed weeds in Spring Valley (in 90+ degree heat).
Hoed, raked and hauled weeds at the Palomar Airport.
Cut back iceplant (with a hoe), bagged tree/lawn clippings and swept Encinitas.
Hoed, raked and hauled an acre of tumbleweeds at Palomar Airport.

48 hours down, only 672 to go! Haha!

As I’ve mentioned before, I was sentenced to 90 days of work service (which after talking to all the other parolees/parole officers, I’ve been informed that 90 days is an absolutely absurd amount). It probably wouldn’t be so bad had I actually commited a crime, but instead, I excerised my right to freedom of speech (or at least I thought I had a right to freedom speech in America. Unfortunately, I was wrong). Any how, I’m trying not to dwell on how I ended up in work service, so let’s get back on track here…WORK SERVICE.

Work service is pretty damn entertaining.

I’ve hooked up with a couple of parole officers that always pick me to be on their crew (because they know I bust my ass) and they are good people that are just doing their job. Working for someone that is in a position of authority that doesn’t abuse it has somewhat restored my faith in humanity. Actually, no. I take that back. I still think the majority of humans are walking sacks of shit that are miserable because they choose to be, but it does restore something in me.

I have also learned that I love hard work. Want me to pick up trash on the side of the freeway? Oh yeah? I’ll pick up more trash than anyone else on the crew. GUARANTEED. I would MUCH rather work my ass off for 8 hours rather then sit around and do nothing for hours on end, which is what I see lots of people in work service do. Lazy is just something that does not compute with me. I’ve always known that about myself though. Unfortunately, people tend to judge me on my appearance which brings me to my next point.

The Paris Hilton factor.

I went to trial right after Paris Hilton was sentanced to 45 days in jail for violating probation by driving on a suspended license. I can’t stand Paris Hilton. BUT, I also think Paris’s sentance was a fucking joke. She was made an example because of who she was and the judge judged her by what he thought he knew about her (via tabloids and the media). The very 1st day of my trial, my lawyer was telling me how confident he was about the trial and I leaned over and said, “Yeah, I know. It’s such a slam dunk case. I just hope I don’t get the “Paris Treatment”…Funny enough, that’s exactly what I got.

I’ve been compared to Paris Hilton more then once and quite honestly it annoys me. I know that when someone calls me “Paris” they mean it in the best way possible (we’ll, usually…), but I think Paris is a dumb, skanky, trust fund baby that is not the least bit attractive if you take away her hair extentions, fake eyelashes, fake tan, blue contacts, stylist, make up artist and publicist. One of the parole officers calls me “Paris” and he told me that he didn’t choose me for his crew the 1st day he saw me because he figured that I was “drama”. He even called me out the 1st time I worked for him and said, “I want to see how you work”. I know he was surprised that I ended up being almost completely the opposite of what he expected me to be like, after he judged me solely on the way I look.

Today one of the other girls that was on my work service crew (for her 2nd DUI) said to me, “Damn, you sure do have a good attitute for someone that got 90 days…”. My reply to her was, “Well, I could be bitter and angry and make myself and everyone else here miserable, but I’d rather just laugh about the situtation.”. I like to make people laugh, so I’ve found this to be a good opportunity to make work service at least a little bit more entertaining for everyone. Every day at least one person complains about how many more days of work service they have to do, so my story has become not only comic relief, but everyone feels better about the 10 days they have to put in, knowing that they didn’t get nearly as screwed as I did…haha.

Monkey has decided to protest my sentence, by rolling over and playing dead until I’m vindicated!!

(Monkey cracks me up . She’s been sleeping like that for 20 minutes now. She has the funniest sleeping positions I’ve ever seen, like this and this.)

I’ve served two days of work service (only 88 to go! Yippee!) and after speaking to the other people it’s apparent that I got an extremely harse sentence. The people that got caught drinking and driving received 2 – 8 work service days. The people that have received multiple DUI’s are serving 20 – 35 days of work service. And the guy that elbowed a cop in the face received 20 days of work service (and the cop even apologized to him when he was sentenced).

I do believe that I’m being punished for who the judge thinks I am. To people that don’t know me, the prosecutor made me look like some lazy, rich, spoiled brat. And, as the people that do know me know, that is a far cry from who I am. Currently, with work, AA meetings and work service I am working over 100 hours a week. I’m exhausted, but I feel okay mentally. I don’t mind working hard and I’ve come to terms with being punished for standing up for my rights and trying to do the right thing. In the end, I will get through this and move on, and Officer Chris Karches will still be a slimy despicable liar with a miserable life.

- Probation for 3 years. (If I violate any laws, I will be sent to jail for 180 days).

- $1000 fine.

- Must attend anger management classes.

- Must attend Alcoholic Anonymous 3 times a week.

- 90 days of work service.

On a positive note, the judge said that he will review my “progress” in 30 days and that he may reduce my work service. Although, I’ve become a bit cynical about the justice system making promises that they have no intention of following through with. For example, when I was in jail they said that if I behaved I would get out early. So I sat there and stared at the clock for hour upon hour, waiting for them to release me early. It did not happen, nor was anyone released early. As a matter of fact, I was released at the same time as the drunk santa girl that threw up all over herself and screamed, threw a fit and repeatly told the officers on the duty that they were all, “Fat butch lesbian cunts”.

I can’t wait to write about what I’ve learned from this experiance! Unfortunately it’s going to have to wait since the prosecutor used edited portions of this blog to paint the picture of what a horrible person I am. Sick. I’ll tell you all about it when I’ve completed my sentance.

I still have no idea what I’m going to tell the judge tomorrow. I think I’m just going to have to be honest and tell him that I’m completely floored and don’t know what he wants me to tell him. According to the jury I’m a liar that goes out and gets wasted, throws tantrems, trespasses and fights police officers for no reason. Anyone that actually knows me is probably falling off their chair laughing at that description. In truth, I’m the most mellow person that rarely goes out, let alone hangs out in bars. I’m often the designated driver when I go out with friends and when I’m not, I’m notorious for sneaking home to go back to work. If I had actually commited a crime, this would be so much easier…

Any how, I’ve been trying to turn around the way I’ve been feeling and I’ve been trying to focus on the positive things I have going for me. I have an amazing family, boyfriend and future. I don’t want to become a cynical, negative person just because I’ve seen the seedy, disgusting dark side of the justice system. Today, I tried out iMovie for the 1st time and put together this video for Stefan and my California 2 Puerto Rico blog:

I get sentanced tomorrow. This is where I’m supposed to pay my debt to society, even though I never did anything illegal. I have been advised by more then one friend that is a lawyer, that this is where I’m supposed to beg the judge for forgiveness. No matter what. It doesn’t matter that I never commited a crime. Now I’m supposed to explain how sorry I am for actions that I never took and how sorry I am for commiting crimes that I never commited. I’m a horrible liar, I hate lieing and I can’t do it convincingly. With that in mind, I will probably be sentanced to 3 years in prison. And no, I’m not joking. After what I’ve gone through in the last 2 weeks, I would not be the least bit surprised to be sentanced to hard time for crimes that were never commited. What an awesome country. I have to say that I’m absolutely disgusted with being an American. I guess I should go get some Macdonalds and then take some Paxil to make everything all better. What a sick fucking world. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.

I spoke with my lawyer a few hours ago and to my utter surprise, I found out that I have been convicted of three misdemeanors. I’m still completely in shock. I can’t believe this. I just got convicted of not one, not two, but THREE crimes that I absolutely did not commit. The prosecutor manipulated the jury into thinking I’m a criminal and a liar. Unfortunately, my lawyer is young and green and allowed the prosecutor to get away with this. I didn’t even think twice about hiring an inexperianced lawyer because I have always been taught that the truth will prevail and that the justice system is right and good. I can’t even explain the way I feel, after experiancing how disgusting and crooked the justice system really is. I can liken it to the way you feel after finding out that the father that you love, adore and is everything to you, is really a slimy child molestor. Everything that I have been taught about morals, justice and right vs. wrong has just crumbled around me into a disgusting sludge pile that is society. I feel sick and disgusted. For the 1st time in my life, to live or to die is indifferent to me. I’m numb.

After way too long in court (I’ve spent 40+ hours in court so far), the jury has finally gone into deliberations. Thank god this stupid trial is almost over. Now the waiting game begins…

If I end up dead in the near future, I know who killed me. A certain Carlsbad Police Officer that I’m involved in a court case with, did it.

Seriously though, I’m scared. Ever since this incident happened in December 2006, I’ve been weary and constantly looking over my shoulder. Whenever I run in Carlsbad (which is often), I now bring my knife. I was running in Carlsbad the other night and saw a Carlsbad cop car behind me, as it approached it slowed down significantly and I stopped in my tracks. Luckly, the police cruiser slowed down next to me for a speed bump, but it still made my heart jump and pulse race. Ugh. I can’t wait to get out of town for good.

I (and at least 8 other witnesses) know that what happened to me on December 2nd, 2006, was totally wrong. The trial in not over yet, but I know that the police officer that arrested me knows that what he did was not only wrong, but what he did is illegal and I’m sure he knows now that he got caught and will probably lose his career. So at this point, he is packin’ heat, trained by the state to kill, has nothing to lose, knows where I live and hates me. How would you feel right about now?