Why I think the MS-13 gang in the corrupt Quad-Cities includes LGBT people

Pixabay STOCK IMAGE in no way intended to be example of anything related to MS-13 gang or any gang.

Editor’s update: The LGBT likely belong to Aryan Brotherhood and Latin Kings gangs in the Quad-Cities more so than MS-13.

Most people in a situation like mine, in an effort to discredit them, would be accused of thinking the federal government is after them.

But I think the federal government is protecting me. Because they did, for a week, while I was in Florida.

Before they didn’t.

In not many ticks of the clock ago, President Trump, in historic remarks, spoke of an animal gang known as MS-13 which is terrorizing the nation. This international gang, known for their terrifying tattoos on their faces, is finally being taken down in New York. But, President Trump has vowed the United States is using all resources to bring down these killer animals immediately, no matter where they are.

Even if they are right in your own neighborhood.

Today, I tell you that dozens of tattoo-faced youngsters, mostly white, but of all races, as well as more simplified tattoo-necked delinquents, have been hauled into Scott County and Rock Island county jails for the past several weeks.

Most, I am gathering based on hunches, reviews of online records, and personal interviews with sources who spoke with me during the past several weeks on condition of anonymity, are in federal custody now.

The tattoo-neck human trafficking culture has a hierarchy, with different tattoos meaning different things. Legend has it human trafficking victims are branded.

I have personally known a couple of fully-branded tattoo-necks hauled in during recent days. I simply told them “Pretty!” when their tattoo brand first emerged, I would guess at least six years ago. I fled that culture shortly thereafter, which I fell into as a regular at the LGBT bar in Davenport and a person who has a knack for hanging out with the powerful, good and bad.

Many human trafficking victims feel like they suddenly have a sense of belonging, drugs, money, alcohol…so what’s the problem?

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No doubt, they have NO IDEA they are becoming cogs in a wheel powered by a scary gang of animals, IF things are as they appear to be to me.

Toss into all of this that MS-13 began in Southern California, in the very communities where I served as a high-ranking editor…and the fact I had a methamphetamine problem while living in those communities…I think my logic is extremely credible and my hypothesis sound and I hope the federal government is aggressively acting upon it.

No doubt, during my own years as a tweaker in Southern California, I might have mingled with some of these early gang members’ underlings. Who knows.

My stories are many, my memory long. A Turk from USC comes to mind. I make note of this publicly, vaguely, only as a reminder as a lot of this is so much to digest, it can equally be hard to recall.

Why would the county go to such bizarre lengths to get rid of you?

In the past couple of weeks, my bizarre arrest three years ago on no charges at all, and subsequent torture in the Rock Island, Illinois jail,which is run by the appointed sheriff (to an elected position) of my community, has come into sharper focus.

That I had just fired my AA sponsor (but remained sober two and a half years later) who sat on the Rock Island County Board adds to the eye-popping nuttiness of it all.

Shocking C17 Joyride Corruption: Nuttier-than-all-get-out, whack-job Democrats planned to load me onto airplane at souped-up Quad-City “international” airport with nine daily puddle-jumper flights; secondary story is the insane waste of taxpayer dollars spent

It has become known that my uncle, who lives in Florida, is according to my aunt Le Ella Crosby, friends with embattled airport commissioner Jim Bohnsack. Bohnsack finally resigned after I hope the soon-to-be-OPENLY-gay GOP party chair demanded he do so.

Hollywood could not make this stuff up. It’s rich. Thank you, Drue Mielke.

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Sadly, after my aunt, who I had been estranged from for three years, told me this information about Mr. Bohnsack, which I passed along to authorities, she had a heart attack.

Last I knew, she was in filthy UnityPoint Trinity Hospital with a failing heart and pneumonia.

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My aunt Le Ella Crosby of Rock Island, who I demanded receive police protection after I shared with authorities the information she shared with me, is my mother’s sister. She was shocked to kingdom come when she began to learn the details of my mysterious horror of three years ago.

I sent her the court documents that any newspaper reporter could access, but does not, to show my story is true.

There are so many layers. First, I took two corrupt cops two Mulkey’s (one was awarded ‘Officer of the Year’ the other day) while I was working from my Rock Island, Illinois home (my childhood home I am holed up in now) for Healthline News. I was working on a story about dabbing, and I wanted to pick their brains.

At that time, I told them about Alderman Mr. Bill Boom and what I thought he might be up to.One of the cops mentioned another local person as a possible “kingpin” of sorts. That whizzed over my head at the time.

Moving on, I next ended up in Rock Island County Jail, arrested at my dad’s memory care insanity asylum for thinking my life was in danger and hollering “Call 911!” aloud. It’s more complicated than that…the Moline Police Department is filthy beyond belief.
Read about what happened that day, about three years ago, by clicking here.

Four years ago THIS weekend, I was assaulted by my cousin. You can read about that by clicking here.

And in the past year, this happened … but it never has been in the newspaper, no doubt a cover-up favor for a ranking Democrat.

Lee Enterprises clearly is controlled by the filthy, corrupt, depraved, Rock Island, Illinois political machine

Water Bill Corruption at South RI Township leads to MS-13 Clues

 The filthy county of Rock Island is so brazenly corrupt, evil, and psychotic, that when I applied for water bill assistance they asked to see my “mental health records” and “mortgage payment.”

I am a victim of insane political corruption, and anyone with a brain can see I am heavily protected as I write this. Yet, instead of falling on their swords, the depraved county apparently has unleashed an army of terrorists. These “sleepers” seem to have come awake, and they are committing crimes all over town.

Sadly, many of them live in my neighborhood, in houses where doors often would be wide open, unlocked, abandoned. I would call RIPD, who would do nothing.

Sounds like keys being left in unlocked cars, doesn’t it?

Long story short, I sought utility bill assistance elsewhere.

And I ran into some sources. And we swapped stories. And I learned about tattoo neck gangs, MS-13 International gang, etc., etc.

I know that about two dozen possible MS-13s are locked up from corrupt Quad-Cities, many federally, right now. I recognize some tattoo-necks as “Boomtistas” from my gay bar days.

A tattoo artist from corrupt Quad-Cities was killed in Kansas City last week.

The city and the county both, from my vantage point, appear to be on the verge for going down for things so gross I’ll let the feds tell you.

My home has a bullet in it (and two bullet holes) but apparently U.S. Rep Cheri Bustos has instructed the Quad-City news media not to report any of it.

Am I being sarcastic? No. This crap is weird and it scares the hell out of me. Cheri or Gerry would have personally reached out and made all this right LOOONNNNNNGGGG ago if something putrid were not up.

Bustos’ husband Gerry is the appointed sheriff in the corrupt, filthy county of Rock Island. The two of them reportedly have an income in the top 1 percent of all Americans.

I met them both in 1986. Cheri was a rookie reporter; Gerry a rookie cop. They lived in Taylor Ridge.

I worked with Cheri at the Quad-City Times.When I returned here from Los Angeles in 2002, strung out having just quit meth cold turkey Cheri offered me the corporate writer job at Trinity. I turned it down after staffers told me she had “lost her mind” and that I would never want to work for her.

I already was working as an editor at The Dispatch making OK money, so I did decline the position.

I am a bit triggered and will be smoking my legal marijuana and adding to this report as the night develops.

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Reporter uncovers key to Capitol Hill progress, but who’s the dealer? (parody)

This piece is a parody encouraged by my funny neighbor Barbie. Stock images courtesy Pixabay. Any resemblance to anything or anyone at all is strictly coincidental.

Nobody liked the old crow who occupied chair 1, row 1, of Congressional Press Corps.

Henry Tate had been sitting in the chair 30 long years. He knew so much that every member of Congress despised him, calling him a “paranormal freak” when he would figure out every aspect of every dirty deed they could pull off, or try to.

So, it should have been no surprise when Tate, who would spend his weekends analyzing tapes of Congressional hearings, stumbled upon something that smelled like a story. Tate noticed that on Thursdays beginning late afternoon, members of Congress, over the course of the past few years, had begun dismissing themselves to the restroom in formulaic fashion.

For example, Rep. Muriel Webster always would go first. Webster, an angry Democratic firebrand at 75, was known for her fiery, often inappropriate outbursts on the floor of the House. Tate delighted in the rotund, screaming, angry woman.

Webster represented the 23rdCongressional District. Tate began to notice that, in numeric fashion, other members of Congress would begin to excuse themselves to the restroom, but Mama Webster always went first. At 1:35, the Congressman representing the 18thCongressional District would go potty. A few minutes later, the woman from the 14thCongressional District.

An autistic savant, Tate deciphered a strange code that was being used for the bathroom breaks. Most every member of Congress had an assigned time for going on Thursday afternoons, like clockwork. But, it was more than that. It was a code.

The first time “Turd Days Thursdays” on Capitol Hill caught the attention of Tate was when Congress passed a bi-partisan gun control bill. Stunned gallery onlookers feared End Times as U.S. Rep House leaders Nina Portola and Petey Taistey joined forces to restrict gun sales and enforce harsher background checks.

The impossible had occurred, and the smiles and hugs were genuine.

And from that date moving forward, every single time Congress passed meaningful legislation, it happened late on a Thursday afternoon. Usually, the votes came shortly before half past 5 p.m.

Now, even legalization of marijuana was on the table in hallowed halls of Congress. And, it appeared passage of both houses and signature by the president would be seamless.

What was really happening on Turd Day Thursdays?

Tate accidentally bumps purse on Rep. Webster’s desk while walking past

The gun control legislation had sent members of Congress pouring out of the chamber in celebratory fashion, many leaving their belongings behind. Henry Tate had observed the lawmakers for so long he knew which ones had cell phones without locking screens. And, Tate had observed several members of Congress checking their cell phones prior to going to the restroom before the Thursday gun control vote.

Not his first rodeo, Tate knew all about texts, restrooms, and things getting strange afterward.

Tate headed straight for Webster’s seat. She had left her cell sitting on top of her gigantic red leather purse. He knew if he walked past and bumped the purse the slightest bit, the cell phone would fall to the floor and he would have to pick it up.

And that’s just what happened.

As he recovered the phone, it displayed: “Gdp. Purell.”

The text? It had come from Speaker Taistey.


U.S. Rep Taistey of Wisconsin (parody, stock image courtesy Pixabay)

What Tate did next may shock you, but this reporter knew the law. Tate decided to enter the women’s restroom to see what “Purell” might refer to. He suspected “Purell” may refer to a soap dispenser, and “Purell” appears printed on the dispensers in the press corps restrooms, too.

While some may think a male reporter entering the women’s restroom on Capitol Hill would be outrageously risky, Tate had written a story about an Obama-era executive order and knew otherwise. All restrooms on Capitol Hill had been declared gender-neutral safe spaces by a stroke of Obama’s pen shortly before he left office.

Tate knew about weed drops in soap dispensers. He’d seen it all, and hunches often went a long, long way.

Tate neared the “Purell” dispensary on the wall in the ladies’ room, and carefully opened it up. Inside? The undeniable aroma of lavender and sweet purple grapes that is the Granddaddy Purple strain, or “Gdp” on the Leafly table of cannabis.

Indeed, U.S. Rep. Webster, it appeared, had headed to the soap dispensary in the Congressional restroom to retrieve her weed drop…from Speaker Taistey.

Waters, Muriel

U.S. Rep Muriel Webster returns from the Capitol Hill restroom before a key gun control vote. A reporter later learned Speaker Taistey had just sent her a text instructing her to pick up her Granddaddy Purple medical cannabis in a House restroom soap dispenser. (Stock image courtesy Pixabay, any resemblance to anything or anybody is purely coincidental). 

Miserable Spitt given Pineapple Express

Tate made a few calls and did some Googling. He quickly learned that the venerable Gdp strain is a sedative, often used to treat people with anger problems.

Curious, Tate side-shuffled over to Congressman Adam Spitt’s desk. Spitt, always angry and ready to burst into a rage, had returned from the restroom before the gun control vote, swaying his hips and mumbling something about Florida and Pina coladas.


After learning about various cannabis strains reporting ‘Greengate,’ today Tate has his own cannabis card for PTSD. ‘Pineapple Express is a real treat,’ said Tate, who today lives in quiet seclusion. 

While the sedate Rep. Webster returning from the loo seemed nothing more than a reason to give thanks to Tate, seeing U.S. Rep. Spitt actually smile for the first time in 20 years was cause for alarm.

Tate enjoyed mocking politicians and would practice it alone in his spare time. Tate took a quick glance around the chamber. Nobody was there except a reporter from the Lolita Liquidations newspaper chain. She was asleep in a press area because she had been out drinking too late the night before.

Tate sauntered over to Spitt’s seat. His shiny S8 Plus was in plain view.

“Bixby, show me my text messages,” said Tate, in the most miserable, angry, Spitt-like tone he could muster.

And Bixby did just that. Aghast, Tate saw what he already expected. A text from Speaker Taistey. It read:

“Towel dispenser. Pex.”

Tate went directly for the restroom and found what he already knew would be there: The delicious remains of the glorious scent of a bag of Pineapple Express cannabis that had been left for Rep. Spitt.

By Speaker Taistey, no doubt.


Known for its anti-depressive effects, Pineapple Express could put a smile on a monster, if only for a few minutes.

Jusssssttt enoughhhhhh time…to make sure a grumpy member of Congress is smilin’ when his name is called….

For a vote critical to the GOP!

The gun control legislation actually contained a caveat that the legislation only was advisory in nature, but Speaker Taistey made sure the likes of Spitt were too damned stoned to notice.

Why is Speaker Taistey REALLY not running again?

Speaker Taistey had announced in recent months that he was retiring from the House. Nobody could quite understand while the likable, dashing speaker had decided to throw in the towel.

To many, it simply made the handsome speaker only that much more attractive. Was he too clean for the swamp, too, but without the abrasive mouth of the commander in chief?

Trump-Taistey 2020 already had been born.

In a soon-to-be-released book, sage Congressional reporter Tate will show you just how Speaker Taistey had been “prescribing” just the right strains of medicinal cannabis to all the disruptive members of Congress.

Later, it became known to Tate that Taistey had repeatedly given Nina Portola, his political nemesis, Jack Herer strain. Jack Herer is known for inducing clarity and alertness.


U.S. Rep Portola exits Capitol Hill restrooms after receiving her “drop” of Jack Here in a paper towel machine. Parody. Stock image courtesy Pixabay

In fact, Taistey had been providing Jack Herer in vape concentrate form to Sen. Dodie Fayetteville as well.

Through medical cannabis, Speaker Taistey was able to … “medicate” … the downtrodden obstacles to progress that had been holding our country back for so long.

Without giving away the entire book, which no doubt will be made into a motion picture, members of Congress marched on the Pentagon after legalizing marijuana on that day on Capitol Hill. In a scene sure to dazzle even the most seasoned CGI effect experts, President Trump and members of Congress “levitate the Pentagon” and cast out evil spirits while puffing on personalized joints.

While Speaker Taistey has left Congress for now, he reportedly is a key player in the Wisconsin cannabis industry.

Expect America to be begging for “Trump-Taistey” in 2020.

Stay elevated, America.

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