PUFFIN' TUFF

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PUFFIN’ TUFF!
    My war for weed written from Jail by: The Kingpin Thorne Peters, is an epic 
saga about one man’s crusade to secure liberty for all and his battle against 
the police force and legal system for unjustly railroading him into jail, with 
malice aforethought for openly smoking marijuana at his now infamous “4/20 
Friendly” nite club, “IMBIBRIOS” located just outside of Memphis, TN, under the 
jurisdiction of the Shelby County Sheriff’s office, headed by the 2009 “Sheriff 
of the Year” Mark Luttrell... For this case he deserves a booby prize and his 
officers involved should be fired then arrested.
    When a costly, months-long ongoing sting operation involving undercover 
cops, video surveillance teams, and confidential informants failed to provide 
police with the needed evidence for the crime they were desperate to charge him 
with, and their relentless campaign of harassment did nothing to diminish the 
“Hightimes” at his club, they launched an illegal “Shock & Awe” raid on December 
11, 2008, with two dozen officers from various branches of law enforcement, 
comprising a joint task force on a blunt hunt.
    When their warrantless search only ore inadmissible fruit from the poisonous 
tree, the police planted evidence, manipulated reports, committed perjury, stole 
money, and intimidated witnesses...just another day of business as usual at the 
branch office of one of America’s most corrupt police forces, which is yet 
another reason why Memphrica is a consistent leader in every violent crime 
category.
    On the evening of july 16, 2009, the sheriff of the year, with the city 
attorney in tow, lead a second raid on the club, which netted about four blunt 
roaches, period pills belonging to the bartender’s thirteen year old daughter 
and a crack pipe taken off a customer... How impressive! In spite of any 
credible evidence supporting their charges an overlooking the facts in evidence 
that exonerate him, in a city where gun play and violence, and busts for 
underage drinking is prevalent in many of the clubs still open, Sheriff Lunkhead 
labeled the club a “public nuisance” then declared to the assembled media: 
“IMBIBRIOS” is a front for drug trafficking” and, with that he padlocked the 
place and stole everything Thorne Peters owned; From the big screen TVs to his 
underwear... Not to mention priceless personal momentos and keepsakes, as well 
as irreplaceable creative works - A lifetime in the making, such as books, 
poetry and music he has written, plus the masters of his original recordings and 
tapes of his radio broadcasts... a fortune in time and money lost to the ages.
    The Kingpin was arrested on trumped up charges based on unreliable testimony 
from a triple baby-mama, junkie, C.I. working off charges and getting paid to 
set up Thorne Peters at any cost, by any means necessary.
    In spite of the sheriff’s liabelous claim that the Kingpin was a drug-lord, 
the club was struggling because of the aggressive campaign to ruin business, 
being leveled against him by members of the sheriff’s office, who spread the 
word around town that the club was “hot”.
    At the time the club was closed, Thorne was living in the backroom; he had 
no money in the bank, with nearly a grand in bounced checks outstanding; six 
grand in back taxes, and sixty-two bucks in the cash register, which the 
deputies stole...a real drug hub!
    Only weeks before, Thorne took a thirty-five hundred dollar loan to avoid 
eviction.  if drugs were his trade, money would not have been his problem.
    The reign of terror began when a disgraced, fallen deputy named Gary Beans 
waddled into the club in a pissy-mood, because he had been demoted back to 
patrol off the elite accident team for gross incompetence and had only days 
before lost his unrealistic bid for alderman.
    When porker Beans began acting disrespectfully to customers, he incurred the 
disdain of an officer from the organized crime unit who was off-duty digging the 
scene when the lowly beat-cop got lippy with the giant crime fighter, Thorne had 
to step in so Beans didn’t get the poo beat out of him. With humiliation, Beans 
hid in his squad car waiting for backup to save him.  When the troops arrived, 
lead Sergeant Harris, Thorne demanded that Beans be admonished for his 
unprofessional behavior towards his customers.  Instead the grizzled old Sarge 
joined forces with Beans to harass Thorne for not kissing the cloven hooves of 
the disrespectful pigs... The police in this city are little better than 
gang-bangers!
    They would have their C.I.s. call in false reports to make a case that the 
club was a public nuisance.  Of all the dozens of calls made, NEVER were ANY of 
the accusations proven and NO arrests were EVER made.  But the volume of these 
calls were used against the club just the same... All part of their devious 
plan.
    Since there were a group of cops from the area who were friendly to the 
club, who either ignored or partook of the herb, Thorne was getting-chapter and 
verse on the unconstitutional acts being committed against him by their fellow 
officers.
    Our “friendly” deputy who provided Thorne with his wife’s source for killer 
green buds, gave Thorne a cellphone number in case the club needed police 
intervention off the record...when the deputy’s number was found in Thorne’s 
rolodex on the night of the illegal raid, he was officially reprimanded by 
internal affairs.
    Now in the system, Thorne is facing the special prosecutor of the West 
Tennessee Drug Task Force, whose mission is to break Thorne down with these 
Mickey Mouse charges so he’ll take a guilty plea and save the system a fortune 
in lawsuits he will file against the city, the state, the Shelby County 
sheriff’s office and the sheriff personally.
    Thorne knew of several fink deals that would have sent him home in weeks 
rather than face months in jail waiting to wage a legal war against the enemies 
of justice representing the system.
    Even when their own evidence proved that their case against The Kingpin were 
based on planted evidence, falsified reports and perjured testimony, the 
prosecutor continued to maliciously prosecute the cases with passionate 
prejudice... Wait until you read what the evidence is and how they came by it.
    The Kingpin’s personal crusade is not exactly self-serving.  He fights for 
those who cannot or will not stand up for their rights, liberties and pursuits 
of happiness.
    Millions of Americans live in terror and practice hypocrisy because they lie 
to get high on reefer as consenting adults with consenting adults. 
    Thorne hopes that by chronicling his odyssey as a lifelong, hedonistic 
pot-smoker and detailing the crucifixion he is enduring for being a 
midnight-toker it will shine a revealing light on the oppressive darkness of the 
current laws that rob people of their liberty and puts them in jail.
    There are two truths that will emerge crystal clear as you read this book... 
It is high time that americans be granted their inalienable right to smoke 
pot... and that these assholes trifled with the wrong motherfucker when they 
picked on the Kingpin Thorne Peters!