Hero Cop Downloads – and Keeps – Victim’s Private Photos

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Pamela Held glanced up at her rearview mirror and saw red and blue flashing lights.

“What did you do?” asked her friend sitting shotgun.

“Nothing – I have no clue what this is about” Held replied.

Before too long five road pirates had surrounded the vehicle. “Where are you coming from? they demanded.

Held indicated they they had left a friend’s place and offered as evidence to Sean Christian of the NYPD outfit her cellphone and password.

Held was then caged because she was found with a substance some of Christian’s colleagues said she could not have.

Three hours later Held was released from the confines of the cage and given back her property. As she left the gang’s compound, Christian stalked her. Held recalls:

He was telling me I’m a beautiful girl and I need to stop hanging out with the wrong people

She counted 20 nude photos and five sexy videos of her that had been forwarded to the phone number. Fearing the worst, she contacted lawyer Richard Soleymanzadeh, whose private investigator traced the mystery number on Held’s phone to Christian and learned he was a cop.

Christian – at least if what Held says happened is accurate – is not just stealing her coin to “protect” her, but also violating her privacy to a severe degree.

One must also realize that, for arguments sake, even if Held’s claims about Christian are not true – one cannot argue against the fact that Held’s freedom of travel was prevented and her person caged for actions that caused no victim.

At most Held had failed to pay a ransom said to be owed at a regular frequency and she had a substance that some other strangers claimed the right to prohibit. What right did Christian or any of his comrades have to treat her as such?

Would you ever do that to someone?

Sean Christian, is an enforcer for the largest gang in NYC – the 35,000-strong NYPD, which shakes-down inhabitants of close to 4,000,000,000FRNs/year. Christian works out of the outfit’s 104th Precinct
(718) 386-3004


  1. Downshift, ““this one by Mencken: Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit
    upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”
    Resistance is futile. It will come. So now or later? I fear it’s closing in on me….or I’m closing in on it. My knives are sharp, the time is nigh. Let those who would scream for mercy have all they can stand. This coin’s been traveling for decades so don’t put it in your pocket, then it would become just another coin…..which it is…..Anton Chigur

    • Knives are also so very PERSONAL…. It takes SKILL to use a blade properly.
      And it WILL come to the point where we’ll have no blades, nothing sharp even – safety scissors and round knives, all in the name of SAFETY.

      So why wait until the collective is closing in on your head? Remove the biggest offenders as you leave town. If Dorner got such a massive response (OF SUPPORT) – who knows what might happen to someone smart enough to STFU and GTFO?

  2. SFW photos of Pamela

    Another death on a jailcell floor. 51 Year Old Father has a stroke at the wheel, and is left untreated for 36 hours.

    – I see America and want it painted black. No colors anymore I want them to turn black. I see the Clovers walk by in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.

    I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black. Memories of friends and good times, never to come back
    I see sheeple turn their heads and quickly look away. Like a newborn jackboot thug it happens ev’ryday

    I look inside myself and see my heart is black. No stars or stripes remain, it’s all been painted black
    Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts. It’s not easy facing up when your whole nation is black

    I wanna see it painted black, painted black. Black as night, black as coal
    I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky. I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

    • Here our Traffic Accident Commission has been plastering our TV’s with ads against speeding, wasting OUR money by the truckload. The song in the ad goes like this:

      “I’ve been looking so long..
      at these pictures of you..
      that I almost believe that they’re real.”

      Shown at the bottom:

      “This is why you’re photographed when you speed.”

      I got so fed up with this, I changed it to:

      “We’ve been lying so long..
      ’bout these pictures of you..
      that you almost believe that they’re real.”

      • Rev, so where’s the nearest quarry? Sounds like they have a transmitter tower they’re just dying to have blown up.

      • ЯΞ√ΩLUT↑☼N wrote, “This is why you’re photographed when you speed.”

        Really? They say that?

        I have died, haven’t I?
        I’m in some midway point between my old earth, and heaven or hell?

        With every other crazy totalitarian contraption they’ve conceived of and implemented throughout the world to control every human being as if they were unthinking soulless machines… either that, or I’m in some kind of nightmare version of WestWorld?

        “Have we got a vacation for you!”

        “Sometime in the near future a high-tech, highly realistic adult amusement park called Delos features androids that are almost indistinguishable from human beings.”


        The next stop on our Twilight Zone adventure is whether or not you want to be The Ultimate Warrior, or be a subject/slave/or dead?

        “the struggles of a small enclave of inhabitants attempting to survive in a compound beset with packs of starving pillagers.”


        Really now, our pillagers aren’t starving, but they sure do come on non-stop. Don’t they?

        • “I’m in some midway point between my old earth, and heaven or hell?” But is this the only reality or just the reality du jour? Or the reality in this phase? Or not reality for anyone else?
          So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
          blue skies from pain.
          Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
          A smile from a veil?
          Do you think you can tell?

    • Tor, dangit. you should have prefaced the post with “Warning, song lyrics, the Stones”. Now I’ll have that running through my head all night, maybe for days. Oh well, it would have been lyrics to something anyway and this is as good as it gets. I think in lyrics, can’t help it.

      • Oh, and he did it good, didn’t he, Eightsouthman?

        That’s one of my favorite tunes.
        I wish it weren’t though.
        In a free world, that song never would be.

        “I wanna see it painted black, painted black. Black as night,…”

        I think of this quote, (and Jean’s, and Don’s urges) when I hear the song:

        “this one by Mencken: Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit
        upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”

        It seems to me that must be resisted with everything you’ve got.

        Nothing worth having is easy.

        Or, in other words, from a line I recall from a recent western, “It’s the livin’ that’s hard. It’s the dying that’s easy.”

        Damn it! And they promised us flying fun filled Jetson’s cars by now.
        The script has been so diverted.
        It seems like it didn’t have to be this way.

        • It DIDN’T have to be this way – but humans are VERY finite creatures. Frame of reference defines your whole worldview.
          An example: My father’s parents were very free with their hands: Do something wrong, get belted (maybe with a belt).
          HE was in turn free with his hands, though he never used a belt on me.

          In turn, there are times when people push ME too far, and I do things I shouldn’t. Since it’s nothing I’m proud of, I’ll stop sharing there.

          OTOH, I CAN share that they thought I should’ve been “disciplined” more in school. (I was the brilliant geek in the back corner who was bored by class. Other than hating homework, never a discipline problem, not even a fight.) But by their standards, I should’ve been hit more often in school, to teach me to pay attention. I didn’t even tell them, after about 6 months, how bad things were – because they wouldn’t listen. So I was teased, bullied, hurt, and even assaulted in that school, and had ZERO escape. I wasn’t ALLOWED to fight back, I was supposed to be ABOVE all that. (And writing it now, I see another of their hypocrisies: _I_ was supposed to be “taught” through corporal punishment; the other kids were free to touch me with impunity. Bad enough they are Cafeteria Catholics, who are in fear for my immortal soul since I’m LIVING WITH A WOMAN… And not married. Talk about being setup for failure, no wonder I was the easiest target for the school to pick on.)


          Anyway- it didn’t HAVE to be this way – it was CONSTRUCTED to be this way because of varying forces in the idea market, from strict religions, to hippie-dippie Looney Leftists, to “free love”, to no-fault divorce (and accident insurance), to Gold Standard, etc, etc, etc.

          The biggest problems:
          – Mass Media, without proper “supervision”, escalated by the 24/7 news cycle, relaxing of social standards, etc.
          – Women’s Lib: Not just the franchise, though that was immense because iot altered the society fundamentally – a family had a vote at first; then, both the adults had a vote. Different accenting because of the change: The family wasn’t the building block of society any more, but the IN-DUH-VIDUAL was. Add in the whole shebang – pun not intended – and you have Betty Friedan (wanted to be a man), Valerie Salernos (Society for Cutting Up Men?), et al – demanding MEN shoulder their share of EVERYTHING, and the women get to keep all their perks. Men should be chivalrous and thank women for kicking them in the nuts. Bull…
          And goes with the need for dual-income families, too – a man can’t earn enough to support a family these days. About 20 years ago (!) a man could basically support a family on a blue-collar income. [but combine with TV: Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous? And you’re done.]

          – Baby Boom and the ME ME ME generation. They never heard NO their entire lives. (and yet, they feel VERY put-upon with even the slightest inconvenience. And their parents, having been through WW2 and having NO idea the economy was going to be twisted as it has (pretend I ranted on Gov’t intervention & foreign policy), didn’t even think to question what was going on in their bubble of prosperity.

          (Probably also where the whole “Government can do no wrong” idea came from: “We ARE the government, I served in the {Army/Navy/Air Force}.” Feebs, all of them.:-P )


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