Nicholas james perriman disgrace to the nation
NICHOLAS JAMES PERRIMAN
DISGRACED POLICE OFFICER, COMMON CRIMINAL SOON TO BE UNEMPLOYED
NICHOLAS JAMES PERRIMAN
Once upon a time, in a little Queensland town, an electrician met a policeman. Before today, they’d never seen or heard of each other, which makes the next part all the more bizarre. For reasons as yet unexplained, the cop decided he would make up a story, which sent this sparky to jail. We’d like to tell you that everyone lived happily ever after, but that’s not what happened. The electrician lost his business, house, family, vehicles, tools, credit rating, a shit ton of money and almost everything else. The little girl who spent every day following her dad, climbing on his back, hiding his tools, and helping out the best she could, woke up one morning and he was gone. With no income, support or family help, Hickey’s wife had to take the girl back to stay with her mother, more than eight thousand miles from here, in the frozen Arctic Winter. For five long years they were separated because of Perriman’s tall tales.
Please. before you jump to conclusions. Nicholas Perriman had to do what he did. It took a dozen cops four hours search this very large and imposing suburban residence. Ten bedrooms, three living rooms, double garage, granny flat, four bathrooms and two BMW later, Perriman’s anger was growing. They’d found nothing to charge him with – but this cop was not going home empty handed
Shown here is Marc Dunn. AKA Faggy McFag boy. A grown man who cries when he watches scary movies.
NICHOLAS PERRIMAN : WHY HAS HE GOT MORE THAN ME?
Prior to meeting Nicholas Perriman, Hickey was very successful. He made more money than ten cops, two soldiers and a dozen choir boys. He had a young family, happy customers with a good solid reputation, perfect credit rating, a baby girl who he adored, and a wife who would not shut up. Ever. Not even for five minutes. Please. Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. OMFG.
Hickey would grin and bear it for the sake of his little girl. Apart from that, life was pretty bloody good. His daily routine involved collecting money, then sending his staff out to do more jobs so they could bring him more money. No more detail is necessary, suffice to say a business that successful does not build itself. The reason so many customers came back is because we did a good job, charged less than most – and told the truth. If we could solve the problem without huge expense to the customer – we would. That unit doesn’t need replacing, just the isolator. We lost a thousand-dollar profit by saying so, but it saved the customer two thousand. And that’s how we won the next ten jobs without even trying. Happy customer comes back AND tells his neighbour ‘One guy quoted me $2100, but Hickey asked the right questions, swapped the isolator and it’s been running fine ever since last Christmas.
That’s how Hickey made the stacks of money he was now sitting on. He earned it.
Perriman didn’t, because he couldn’t. That just made him resent Hickey even more
MONEY IS NOT EVERYTHING
Except an indicator of hard work, success and your ability to provide value to those around you
But there’s more to life than making money. Nicholas Perriman was not only a policeman, but a warrior. The social justice kind. He had grown up on the East side of Melbourne, where he sang in a faggot choir, using his faggot high pitched voice, before joining the army and going off to war. When most soldiers come home from a war, they do the honourable thing and become an alcoholic, join a bikie gang, or kill themselves. Not our Perriman, he was on a mission to make white people a minority in Australia. Which again, is kind of bizarre considering his heritage.
The best way he could find to make these changes was to join the police. He could use his super powers to pursue an agenda, and claim to be just doing his job. Priority number one, two and three was teach white men their new place his society. The very bottom.
It wasn’t long before other recruits refused to work with ‘choir boy’. Even the chicks got shitty when they found out they were rostered with Perriman. Being a cop was hard enough, but listening to him drone on and on about poor Afghani tribesman or how much black lives matter made them pray for a serious car accident, if only to shut him up for half hour. They all knew about the medal he won in Afghanistan, but none were told exactly what it said on the plaque. ‘Awarded to Lt First Class Perriman. For not getting killed’
Not getting killed was his highest achievement in life thus far.
A FAT WOMAN USES PERRIMAN TO VANGUISH HER ENEMIES
NOBODY WOULD SUSPECT A WOMAN COULD MAKE UP LIES TO GET BACK AT THOSE WHO MADE HER ANGRY
FAT WOMAN FUCKS PERRIMANS LIFE
WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT SHE WAS LYING?
Certainly not this rookie cop. Perriman had finished his police training, and been sent to his first station. The sidearm issued to him was lame compared to an assault rifle, but the enemy he faced rarely shot back. It all balanced out. Life was pretty damn good for Nicholas Perriman those first few years. That is until the Doosh walked into his life.
Ferny Hills police station, hot summers day, early 2018. Periman was at the front counter, posing in the mirror with his service weapon, and making dirty harry faces. Completely lost in his own world, until the daydream was shattered abruptly by a freakishly ugly, hysterical, fat woman who came waddling in through the front door. She was sweating, out of breath, and crying so it took a few tries to tell us that someone was trying to Holocau$t her.
Perriman pushed the silent alarm and the whole squad sprang into action. Engines were started, weapons loaded. A woman was crying. Someone would pay dearly. He would make certain of that.
The choir boy turned soldier turned cop had seen some ugly things in Afghanistan, but nothing could prepare him for the sight of this fat woman crying. The horror. The horror. One of the female cops supported the victim while she gave them a name, and vague details of something that happened. Nobody was quite sure what, but that didn’t matter.
Search warrant applications in Queensland had been streamlined by police minister Karen Webb last year to save time. The part set aside for supporting evidence had been replaced with a question : ‘was a woman upset?’ If you ticked yes, then no supporting evidence was required. The warrant was approved, and you were ready to roll. Nobody ever misused this section because it was far too important.
Police hit their target late Friday afternoon so he would have to spend the weekend in custody. They’ve been at it nearly 4 hours so we pick up where we left off earlier. Lt Nicholas James Perriman looked around for something else to search, but everything had been turned over. He heard a siren in the distance, and pointed outside. Smith spoke first ‘Zuanetti is bleeding, curt himself pretty bad on that fence’ he tapped his hand to indicate. Perriman was puzzled, he had seen Zuanetti twice at least since the entry, and noticed no injury. By the time he had checked in with all the cops and been told over and over again about ‘nothing’ he was thankful to step outside and see Zuanetti being treated by an ambulance officer. He used the kitchen bench to finish off his paperwork and motion for Hickey to be arrested. ‘For what?’ Hickey was stunned.
Setting mantraps and stalking.
Stalking who?
We’ll discuss that at the station.
NICHOLAS JAMES PERRIMAN WASN’T THE ONLY ONE TELLING LIES
When Perriman filed his incident report which would be read to the court, he swore that during the raid, Justin Zuanetti had sustained a deep gash and blood was coming from the wound. Nicholas Perriman wrote that, despite not having seen any actual blood. He also swore that an ambulance had attended, and Zuanetti was transported to hospital. Even though he knew Zuanetti was still there after the ambulance left.
Perriman said Zuanetti had stitches applied to the wound, despite not going with him, or seeing any stitches. This statement also said that Hickey had sent threatening text messages to Dash, but Perriman didn’t see those either. Nor did he have emails, or other evidence. Just her word for it.
Queensland Police had a watertight case because they told Magistrate Simpson that Hickey was a Trump Supporter, White Supremacist, Neo Nazi, and Sponsored the Daily Stormer. A website which made fun of a fat chick who died of a heart attack, while beating her opponents with a stick, at a political rally in Charlottsville. Except they didn’t mention the part about Heather Heyer attacking a peaceful rally in company, with weapons, they used the phrase ‘She was supporting Diversity, against hate’ which kind of paints a different picture.
As bizarre, unlawful, and wrong as it is, the Magistrate bought it. Not once did he say ‘what does this have to do with the charges, or how is this relevant? The two most obvious questions, and the ones that a judge is specifically paid to ask.
You might think that a man’s political views would be absolutely off limits in any court proceeding, lest it prejudice the judge or jury against you. And you would be right, it is. But there are no laws in Queensland, that’s something you need to get used to very fast.
Below are some images showing what Heather Heyer was doing when she died ‘in a road rage incident, while supporting ‘Diversity against hate’. First, Antifa terrorists used weapons to attack a peaceful political rally. Then someone points a loaded assault rifle at James Fields in his car, who then accelerates to get away. In doing so, he hit a number of people who had surrounded his vehicle. Heyer was not hit by any vehicle, but died of a heart attack. Which as you can see, was caused by morbid obesity.
SUPPORTING DIVERSITY AGAINST HATE ILLUSTRATED BELOW
This is what the prosecution refer to as ‘supporting diversity against hate’
Heyer was in peak physical condition
Our legal system, like that of the USA, is completely infested with lying, sneaky, extremist prosecutors, striving to push a far left agenda. An agenda they know is not supported by the electorate. Most of them are female, recently graduated from Hershels Marxist University, and know full well that their job is specifically reserved for those who can be apolitical. Yet they seek out these positions, because they have a political agenda. These women grew up watching ‘Sea Patrol’ a nineties show in which every episode Lisa McCune would disobey a direct order from her captain, and save the entire ship by doing so. Our self important, vagina powered prosecution corps think they know better than our elected leaders, established doctrines, ancient philosophers and even those who wrote our laws. They consistently ignore violent criminal acts from their pet Negroes, Muslims and fellow acticvists, but spend every waking hour using their positions to attack white men on the right.
Their job description mandates that they tell the truth, the whole truth and give the accused a fair hearing, but again the opposite is true.These over- protected, well paid bullshit artists are more akin to spin doctors, than respectable holders of public office. We know that had a woman been threatened with a loaded rifle, she could have hit the gas and run over a dozen school children in her haste to escape – and not been charged with anything! Indeed, there’s many cases where women have killed multiple people with their vehicle through sheer negligence and got no jail time at all.
Fields got four hundred years jail because he was a white man.
But more importantly. How was any of this relevant to Simon Hickey’s case in Richlands on Monday morning? It wasn’t.
People who engage in street combat need to be in peak physical condition, as shown by Heather Heyer
Which really brings us to the crux of this problem. Why would Nicholas Perriman, Justin Zuanetti and other Queensland police literally make up the facts of a case, and read that to the court as a sworn statemernt – against someone they had never met before? It would be semi-understandable, if they knew the person and there had been some bad blood between them. Understandable, but still not excusable.
We won’t bother asking why the Doosh lied, we know she owns a vagina.
The reason this issue is so important now is that Hickey has lodged a claim against Queensland Police for perjury, false imprisonment and claimed all the associated costs to his life. We have received the crowns respponsesd to this claim and they have not denied any part of my statement, only to say that ‘ Hickey was convicted so we don’t have to answer these questions now.’ When I challenge them directly to tell us the name of the hospital, who the doctor was, how he got there, and where are these ‘threatening text messages’ they can show none of it.
Perriman, and Zuanetti need to go to jail. For the maximum term. Then they should lose their house, their savings, their family and their good name, as all was taken from Hickey. Who makes up stories to put a man in prison?
These clueless motherfuckers. Thats who.
Any of them are welcome to sue me if the statements above are untrue, but none will. These are people who draw their salary from my own, without my consent, to protect me from a ‘criminal element’ but instead use it to attack me, because they don’t like my politics.
The disgrace these men brought upon their uniform, organisation, families and country will follow them for the rest of their days.
Crown law are defending this claim, despite knowing the truth, and this speaks volumes for their own integrity. Crown Law, another taxpayer funded organisation, are willing to spend more taxpayers funds to see that these two crooks won’t be held responsible at all. They would have already interviewed them, and learned the truth. if Zuanetti could name the hospital he would have. Below are all the documents so the viewer at home can see for himself. Just click the buttons for PDF, or view in brower for security.
Just to put things in perspective here. The images on this page clearly show that there was no blood, no reason to call an ambulance, and Zuanetti did not go to hospital. These cops swore all that to be true. Therefore, it’s clear that they lied at least three times, if not more, about serious events.
The defences show that Crown law, when specifically asked to show these ‘threatening text messages and emails’ could not. The crown could not name the hospital, the doctor, how he got there or explain the lack of these details. Therefore it is proven that Doosh lied in her ‘victim’ statement, and Perrimans lies are confirmed by (lack of) further evidence.
The images from Charlotsville rally show that ‘supporting diversity against hate’ does not equal attacking your political opponents with weapons to disrupt their right to assemble. While they do not show Heyer herself participating in the melee, it can be reasonably inferred that she went there for that purpose. Antifa protests almost always end in serious violence and disruption. We have now established that our prosecution lied. So. We now know that
- The Fat Doosh woman lied to get Hickey’s house raided (more than once)
- Police who raided the home then lied in their sworn statement to the court.
- Prosecution repeated the first and second lies, then added some unique lies of their own, when presenting all this to the court.
Simon Hickey has every right to be angry about this series of events. He has every right to be compensated for the associated costs and every official involved must go to jail or our justice system is naught but a joke. The citizens can have zero faith in its administrators from this point forward
IN DAYS GONE PAST, JUSTICE WOULD HAVE BEEN SWIFT
WHO PAID THE HEAVIEST PRICE?
Fast forward four years though Hickeys living hell and the young girls first few years of school beneath the endless snow in Siberia. They all sat looking at iPhones, which bridged the 8000km space between them in seconds. Hickey’s wife and the girl’s mother placed the call and stepped back to let them get re-acquainted. The electrician’s daughter had inherited her mother’s breathtaking Nordic beauty, that much was obvious. Even at seven years old. They both tried to speak, at once, but couldn’t. Not because of some Disney tier family cliche scene, which ends with a warm group hug.
But because the war in Russia wasn’t the only thing keeping them apart.
A tragic realisation dawned on both at almost precisely the same time. When she talked – he looked puzzled, and just squinted. Then the father spoke, but she heard only нечистые слова… what her mother referred to as ‘unclean tongue of the west’ .. They don’t teach seven-year-old girls English in Russian schools. And Hickey still hadn’t mastered English. He would have a better chance explaining long division to migrating whales – underwater – than telling his girl how much he missed her every day.
Nothing either one of them said would be understood. Not in the slightest. The call lasted less than a minute, both parties unsure how to proceed. The mother reached in and cut the awkward moment; the screen went black which came as a relief. The girl ran crying to her room and her father was smashing his phone into hundreds of jagged pieces using only his bare hands. Mr Phone would never cause such pain again. And it certainly wouldn’t show anyone the blinding rage in that mans eyes as he smashed what was left of those pieces, into yet smaller pieces. When it was over the phone was more liquid than solid. Just a smear of dark red paste, only blood and plastic.
He left it that way and slept. But not well.
Across the suburbs, and over the hill, Nicholas James Perriman was being a responsible father to his own happy children. He kicked a footy in the park while all this was going on. Blissfully unaware that his days of freedom were fast coming to an end, and his family would soon learn just how much of a hero he really was.
Had the year been 1022 and not 2022, more blood would have spilled before dawn. Perriman’s home, and whole village would only wish they got off as lightly as Hickey’s telephone
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