American Hero Arrested for Political Protest over Mexican Invasion of Oregon:Mexican Swine Flu Mattress"

Clackamas County Deputy Arrests American Hero  Responsible For Discarding “Mexican Swine Flu Mattress” On Overpass
Clackamas Co. Sheriff’s Office – 05/12/09

The American Arrested was trying to point out how much Rubbish Mexicans have created in the area.  Arlo Guthrie and Alice’s Restaurant in the 1960’s dealt with the same overreaction by police.

The Police found the writing “disturbing”  by the writing on the Mattress, yet they are never disturbed by all the rapes, car crashes, drug dealers, mexican meth breeders . Nope crime by Mexican illegals doesn’t bother them a bit,just free speech by Americans who are paying for all those invaders. 

Instead of those in government focusing on how much destruction the invasion of Mexicans have cost American Citizens, they came down heavy on one American.

 A mattress – big deal compared to all the robberies, rapes, anchor babies, drug dealers and overcrowding that Mexicans have brought to Oregon.

The Clackamas County Sheriff’s Office
Jim Strovink, Detective
Office of Public Information
12700 SE 82nd Avenue, Clackamas, Oregon 97015

News Release

On Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at 10:08 a.m. a witness reported to the Clackamas County Sheriff’s Office, observing a male subject ‘discarding a soiled mattress’ onto the highway overpass located on SW 65th, above Highway 1-205 (20590 SW 65th / propped against a guard rail).

This watchful witness provided a suspect and suspect vehicle description; which included the suspect vehicle license plate number. Most disturbing was what the witness reported to be emblazoned with spray paint on this discarded mattress – “Mexican Swine Flu Mattress”.

A Clackamas County Sheriff’s Patrol Deputy soon met with a Washington County Sheriff’s Deputy, with respect to the close jurisdictional boundaries and verified the crime actually occurred in Clackamas County. In addition, it was also discovered the registered owner of the suspect vehicle address was identified to possess a Washington County address – located within close proximity to the crime scene.

Sheriff’s Deputies responded to the address of the registered owner of the witness described suspect vehicle. This suspect vehicle was soon discovered at the residence and determined to be a: 1981, Toyota, Pick-up truck, yellow in color.

The registered owner of this vehicle is the suspect; who is identified as: Gerhard Franz Gebert, age 52; who resides at 7170 SW Robbins Road, in Tualatin (Washington County).

The investigating Clackamas County Sheriff’s Deputy interviewed Gerhard Franz Gebert, who admitted to inscribing “Mexican Swine Flu Mattress” and discarding this soiled mattress onto the overpass location.

Gebert indicated that this particular mattress had been discarded on his neighbor’s property for over a month, and felt it would be funny to inscribe “Mexican Swine Flu Mattress” while discarding the mattress along the roadway. Gebert indicated he feels the Hispanic Community is partially responsible for littering in the area and wanted to bring this to their attention. (Photos Attached)

“”This offending mattress was removed out of view and will be retrieved by Clackamas County Community Environment, who handles these types of offensive littering issues.(((((hah I didnt know mattresses could “offend” , isnt  offensive the correct word?)

Gebert was arrested by the attending Clackamas County Sheriff’s Deputy and transported to the Clackamas County Jail – where he was cited, processed and released. (Photo Attached)

Gebert has been cited for the misdemeanor charges of Offensive Littering and Disorderly Conduct; with an appearance date scheduled in the Clackamas County Circuit Court, on June 12th, 2009 at 3:00 p.m. [END]

Jim Strovink, Detective
Public Information Officer
Clackamas County Sheriff’s Office
(503) 237-2643

 

Alice’s Restaurant
By Arlo Guthrie

 

This song is called Alice’s Restaurant, and it’s about Alice, and the restaurant, but Alice’s Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, that’s just the name of the song, and that’s why I called the song Alice’s Restaurant. You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant Walk right in it’s around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on – two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant, but Alice doesn’t live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin’ in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin’ all that room, seein’ as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn’t have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it’d be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, “Closed on Thanksgiving.” And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn’t find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our’s down. That’s what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat, went to sleep and didn’t get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, “Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it.” And I said, “Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage.” After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer’s station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer’s station. Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn’t very likely, and we didn’t expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer’s station there was a third possibility that we hadn’t even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said “Obie, I don’t think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on.” He said, “Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car.” And that’s what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer’s station. They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that’s not to mention the aerial photography. After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, “Kid, I’m going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt.” And I said, “Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don’t have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?” And he said, “Kid, we don’t want any hangings.” I said, “Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?” Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn’t hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn’t bend the bars roll out the – roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It’s a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat, and didn’t get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, “All rise.” We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, ’cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn’t nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn’t going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow