Turn me into a messenger, and I’ll turn you into ash
Wednesday 25 November 2015, 6.37pm HKT
18:29h local time SITREP
I got rammed to the ground sideways about 45 minutes ago by persons unknown and non grata.
Since I’ve done nothing wrong and everything with me has always been aboveboard, it means I’ve been made a messenger of.
Exactly what kind of message I’m supposed to pass on, I can’t speculate even with my usual better-than-most guesstamability.
But I’m pretty sure that what comes across to me like police IDs flashed in front of my eyeballs are the things that ought to catch the serious attention of any reasonable human being.
Update:— Welcome to Hong Kong and its “best police force money can buy.” If anyone doesn’t agree, PLEASE KEEP YOUR OPINIONS TO YOURSELF, preferably on a Sunday in church on your own.
Now I’m bleeding in the face for no good reason — worse, for someone else’s reason. My glasses are out of action.
My right kneecap is bruised and scratched underneath my trousers.
Someone will have to answer for this. I intend to find out from start to abortion who and why this happened.
Anyone who gets in my way will get rammed out of the way — anyone.
J. Edgar Hoover is one of my greatest all-time heroes. Draw your own conclusions about how I’ll go about things.
25 Nov 2015 @ 18:50h HKT
P.S. The WordPress Android app is shite for posting. Please rewrite it from the ground up. I’m serious. — TNL.