America home of the free?

When I was a child growing up I was taught that America was the best place to live because it is a free country. I am 46 years old now and have learned through experiences and over time that we are indeed not free. We have rules to follow that are not of our choosing. We are constantly bombarded with what to do, when and how to do it, and there are people in positions that are funded by our money who can do whatever they like to us anytime they want. On September 4th 2009 I was arrested and beat by cops wearing black. They had their faces covered and all I could see was their eyes and mouths. They waited until I was tied with heavy plastic straps then kicked and hit me as I lay motionless in my rural Nebraska driveway. My two year old daughter and four year old son were in the bedroom widow of our small farmhouse and saw what was done to me. There even came a point in which they cut my bonds and dared me to get up. I stayed put. I had a strong feeling they would unleash the machine guns they had in their hands on me with no thought for my children’s mental welfare. I now know that not only did they know the two young ones were in there but that when they entered the house they pointed those same guns right at both of my children. It sickens me to know this can happen in our country. Regardless what crime I may have committed they knew before they ever came here that not only was I not a violent man but that the only firearms in my home were blackpowder. It had been told to my mother in law, and wife they were ok to possess even though I had an old(27 years) felony conviction. Certainly they are no match for fully automatic machine guns. It sickens me that they can be so callous and uncaring. I am not a well man I have been under a doctors care for many years now. I have chronic migraine headaches most likely from being hit in the head by my alcoholic father when I was young and possibly from a .22 caliber slug that I carried in my right cheek for many years. It was removed when I was living in Montana and a large chunk of my inner cheek had to be taken out also. The migraines continued and I was on a medication called Stadol for about 4 years. It was told to me that Stadol was a non narcotic but I found out years later it was a synthetic narcotic and very dangerous. I fought hard to end the addiction to it. I have medical, and dental problems from it’s use. No help was offer by my doctor,r and I cleaned myself up alone. I have learned to live with the pain of migraines. When we moved to Nebraska I began to have pain in my feet. I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, Gout , and Diabetes. The nerve damage is from the gout, and diabetes.
When I began seeing the doctor here in Verdigre Nebraska I was very specific in telling him I never wanted to be put on Pain pills, or narcotics of any kind ever. My pain in my feet got to the point where I could not walk, or do anything productive. The doctor put me on a low dose of Vicoden, and said it should help, and was a very safe drug. I didn’t want to use it, but the pain was so bad that I gave in, and began using the pills. This led to a spiraling problem that in the end had me taking 5 vicoden 10/500mg, 2 40mgOxycontin, 2 30mg Cymbalta daily,and 900mg Nurotin 3xs a day. This was just the pain medications. I was also taking 50mg atenolol for my blood pressure, and 2.5mg daily for my diabetes. He also had me on Zanax 1mg 3x a day as needed for anxiety attacks. Then there was the Flonase spray for my seasonal allergies which seemed to last through all the seasons. Mixed in with these drugs were antibiotics, and other short term use medicines for problems that came up. Over the 4 or so years we have lived here he has made quite a nice chunk of money seeing me. We have 6 children who were all being seen by him, and the other doctor in the clinic. We are on state medical so they, and the Pharmacy were doing quite well just on us. When you consider that a bottle of 60 40mg oxycontin is about 600 dollars, and my co pay is only 2, I’d say they both were doing very well. From what I have learned after my forced Detox in the Nebraska state prison where I was held for 18 days with no charges being brought against me until the 22nd of September. doctors love state medical because it pays quickly, and very handsomely. A very good incentive for the next part of my story.
I was on the 10mg Oxycontin. My wife usually picked them up for me as I was not very mobile and spent most of my time up here in my attic bedroom working on Tattoo designs and doing stuff on my computer. Basically I was a shut in. (One could also look at it as a prison sentence.)
One day my wife picked up my pills, and as was my habit I began to put them in my weekly organizer. Without it I couldn’t keep track of what I had already taken. My mind was pretty fogged up from all the stuff I was taking. I did notice the oxycontin didn’t look right. They were tan instead of white, and when I looked at the bottle it said 40mg, and there were 90 of them. I was still in a lot of pain, and the things I was taking were barley helping so being the Addictive person I am I took one. It was one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made. I do not get what most people get from these kind of drugs. They make me edgy, and unsocial. I hated the feelings they brought on. The bad thing is once you start taking them you cannot stop. If you try within hours you get sick. Violently sick! Vomiting, muscle cramps, and pains beyond belief! No matter how hard you try to resist you will end up taking more if they are there to be taken. I had plenty. More than I could ever take, and survive. They are supposed to be a 12 hour time release pill, but for me the effects lasted anywhere from 14 to 20 hours. There is no sleeping on them. That’s why I took the Zanax, it helped me to sleep a few hours each day. I spent a lot of time Tattooing in the beginning, but over time I chased away about every person I knew. They all just stopped coming by. Except for one. He came by regularly, and when he did he always dropped off a bag of Cannabis. I had tried it to combat the symptoms from all the pills. I don’t think the cannabis helped me much, but it did make it seem that way. I also noticed the levels of my pills going down, and confronted this guy about it. He never did admit to taking any, and swore he was a good, and loyal friend. One of his favorite things to say was “if you needed help burying a body I’d be there to help you man!” I am a rough sort, it comes from my upbringing, and years as a tattooist. I also spent some time in the California prison system when I was in my early years. I have never regretted it, and always tell people it’s why I have stayed out of trouble all these years. I can get along just fine anywhere I am, even prison. I have even received a letter already from one of the guys I met in Nebraska’s system. He told me they all missed me, and it wasn’t the same without me there. Once I got clean of the pills, and was put on just the High dose Nurotin (a nerve pain medication) my feet got better, and I am now doing very well, I have hardly any pain and can walk easily. I did lose 25 pounds in 4 days while locked in a cold cell naked. The mental things I experienced in those days are mine, and I will not try to share them here. Suffice it to say that if there is a Hell? I have already been there, and hope to never go back. The physical part of it I can share. It was painful beyond words. My muscles were twice their normal size (from struggling against the handcuffs, and chains) My skin was hypersensitive to the touch, and would make me scream uncontrollably if touched even gently. I crapped myself, threw up anything they fed me, and pretty much cried till my eyes had no tears left. When I began to come out of all this there were two nurses who really were true healers. They took pity on me and I saw tears in their eyes when they saw me. They worked out that the pills I was on were all wrong. I should never have been put on any narcotics while using Cymbalta! I also should have been slowly weaned off all of them. Not cut off cold turkey and left in a cell live or die alone. They convinced the Doctor to try the high dose of Nurotin 900mg 3x daily. I could hear them arguing with him that it was the way to go. He gave in and they started me on it. Within three doses, one day! I was able to stand and jump up and down with no pain whatsoever! I had not been able to do that in years. I was so happy because they always ask “what is your pain level” my response for years had been eleven like the amps in Spinal tap the movie. It was my way of joking and trying to make light of my pain. They asked me my pain level the next day and even though I had slept on a cold hard floor of a cell (all I was allowed was one thin blanket, and some clothing made of a thin blue paper like material) My foot pain was a zero! I have not been able to say that in years. It felt like a miracle had happened. To this day I am pretty much pain free, well except for the normal pains when an old man overdoes things. I am me again and happy to be feeling normal aches and pains instead of unending pains that made a grown man cry.
My real problem now is the things I have learned since coming home. I am on bail and have charges pending. My so called friend set me up to save himself from a third felony conviction which could land him in prison for twenty years. I cannot comment any further on it except to say he is a dirt bag who deserves whatever his Karma brings him. He ate at my table, my kids called him uncle, and he stabbed me in the back because he is afraid of prison. I on the other hand am not! I do well anywhere I am. A prison sentence will only hurt my family. They will lose out on me providing love, protection, and funds. I make quite a bit of money as a tattooist. I also bring a lot to the community because I always make sure anyone who sees me spends some in town before they leave. So it will hurt the town as well.
I have also learned that my wife was fired from her job without just cause. And my children were forced to submit fingernail and hair samples which all turned up clean. They were also grilled by so called professionals without their mother present about my activities. Innocent until proven guilty? Not in this world. They have violated our home, children, and everything sacred to us. They even took our Native American Ceremonial Pipes. That is unforgivable! It would be like taking the priests incense burner in a catholic church. Or someone’s bible! It is sacrilegious, and unforgivable. Those pipes are not something we would ever use in a bad way, our immortal souls, and spirits would be in jeopardy if we did. For them to touch those items is beyond us. They even tampered with evidence. Took tags off plants that are protected by spiritual freedoms. Put plant matter in other containers because they had labels on them that had the laws printed right on them. They even took my sign that states our home is a sanctuary. My wife, mother in law, and myself are all ordained ministers. Our home is a place we have used to counsel, and feed those in need for years. We provide a service to those who might be turned away at some churches, and missions. Our Native American heritage is strong, and although I fell away from it during my drugged stupor. My wife, and mother in law continued to do what was needed. Sadly they had no idea how to help me, and I was hearing none of it. I kept the ignorant of my condition and actions. My final words on this are these. Yes I was a mess. Yes the time in NSP was needed. Yes I am much better now. And yes I will deal with the consequences of my actions.
At the time of this writing I am still presumed innocent, and have not been found guilty of anything by a jury of my peers. All I ask is that those involved be held accountable for their part in it. They were unprofessional, and exceeded the authority given them by “WE THE PEOPLE!” If they can do it to me they can do it to anyone, and I ask my fellow Americans to help me by shouting out we will not abide this behavior in anyone who is sworn to serve, and protect!!
I am willing to speak on camera about this.
Thank you for your time, and patients in this long read.
Sincerley,
Scott Collin aka Golanv Igvyi Frist Raven Cherokee,
and Mi’kmaq Nations, and proud American citizen.
I can be reached at 402-668-7404
Or 52139 881rd
Verdigre NE
68783
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2425 Taylor Ave.
Norfolk NE.
68701
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