When You Don't Inform and Crooked King County Sheriff Department

USA did a feature story on a street in the suburbs just like mine.
Their story was about how the rich suburban mothers would come to an isolated suburban street to buy their drugs - mainly heroin.
Because of all-ablog-drug-corruption you never see the King County Sheriff and the drug traffic never ends.
The residents all know about the drug traffic but nobody informs.
When I was in Kashmir, India kids came from everywhere to play their form of baseball - as many as a hundred laughing and smiling, healthy boys.
On my street you never see children in public. They can't leave their yards because their parents fear for their safety. You never see them riding a bicycle or fishing in the salmon stream or even playing and exploring the acres of woods let alone playing baseball in the street - all things my children did.
In my neighborhood I was the community leader that led the drive to keep the Twin Lakes area of Federal Way drug free and rid our neighborhood of the drug dealer.
The DEA and the Washington State Patrol raided his home where he was growing marijuana and arrested him. The King County Sheriff was purposely left out of the raid because of all-a-blog-drug-corruption.
So the consequences of not informing are tragic.You never see smiling, laughing, happy, healthy, children playing. They play in their fenced yards but you only hear them shrieking.
Only in Babylon.
When I was a young boy - eleven years old, me and my friends during spring brake rode our bicycles to northern Hood Canal and back - over 200 miles.
Coming back my bicycle was broken and I had a severe poison ivy rash. We stopped at a farm house and they let us stay in the warm hayloft of their barn. The next morning they prepared the best breakfast I have ever had.
Just a few minutes after we left their farm a Washington State Patrol trooper stopped us. We told him our situation and he said to load our bicycles in his trunk and he would drive us home - a distance of over 50 miles. I am sure he was friends with the farmer and his wife and they had called the trooper and asked him to help us. The trooper drove us right to my parents house in Tacoma, Washington.
This happened over 62 years ago when the United States was a great spiritual country and the land of the free and the home of the brave and there was no all-a-blog-drug-corruption.

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Captain Bill Schweizer U.S.M.M., missionary
Mountaintop Sea Ministries International

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