Police shooting on M6 slip road near Huddersfield

[mike tesko]

Cops shot and killed a man who may have been set up and framed by an informant with a grudge to bear against the deceased man...

[mike tesko]

Armed cops travelling in unmarked police cars, and not in uniform, set to bring riots in Bradford streets. Why are armed cops driving around in ordinary cars acting like common gangsters, driving like lunatics, putting the fear of God into the minds of ordinary folk trying to go about their daily business? All that the man they shot and killed did, after the Mercedes served across in front of his car, was try to unbuckle his seatbelt to challenge the crazed lunatic who swerved in front of him, and cut him up. Anybody would have done the same thing as the deceased man had done. You would unbuckle your seatbelt with the intention of confronting the culprit. Nobody deserves to be shot for trying to unbuckle their seatbelt in such circumstances. Three shots fired at point blank through the windscreen tells it's own story. I believe an informant set the deceased up, and that the victim was 'unlawfully killed'!!!

[mike tesko]

How can cops claim they used reasonable force in killing this victim, by firing three bullets at close range through the windscreen, with no shot fired at all by the driver?

[mike tesko]

This shooting brings back a stark memory involving the No. 3 Regional Crime Squad planting a firearm in the door panel of a vehicle I used to own, with the help of an informant. That informant on that occasion had access to my car, and tried to set me up by planting a colt 45 in my car. Unbeknown to the informant and the cops that tried to stitch me up, I overheard the clunking of the gun in the door behind the door panel, and with the help of my stepbrother, we removed it, and my step brother took it away to some remote place near moorland and buried it. A day or so later, I had just got into my car that was parked up near to where I was living, and unmarked police cars swarmed from all directions in front of my vehicle and to the sides of it. Men who acted like common gangsters jumped out of the car, and one of them smashed the drivers door window and I hadn't even had time to put the key into the ignition, they hauled me out of the car and gave me a good licking before throwing me face down and handcuffed into the rear foot well of an unmarked police car which took me to the police station. They impounded my car, obviously thinking that the revolver the informant had planted in the door of my car, was still there where he had planted it...

They had to release me in the end, because they didn't find the revolver that their informant had planted there...

The revolver in question was later recovered during one of my trials. My step brother and police went to the remote location with metal detectors and they recovered it from its burial place. I had nothing to do with it being buried, I did not know where my step brother had hidden the gun. At the time, I suspected the police were trying to frame me for the murder of John Speed the Leeds police officer, but after its recovery it was tested and it was not to have been the gun which fired the bullet which killed Sgt. speed...

This shooting of this man on the M62 has brought the terror I felt when an informant tried to stitch me up by planting that revolver in my car, and the lawlessness of the cops when they carried out a planned operation to capture me in my car with the concealed weapon...

Informants are scumbags, they don't always do the right thing. Many of them are devious, heartless bastards!!!

You could end up dead, like this poor chap did, based upon lies of an informant, and dishonest acts perpetrated by themselves...

[mike tesko]

On four occasions in my life, I have had the misfortune to have the barrel of a gun thrust against my head. On each of these four occasions the people involved were drug dealers, or business related, and lastly the police. Now, I should tell you that as far as the occasions when drug dealers threatened my life, I obviously survived by trying to appeal to their logic concerning why I should be interested in dobbing them into the cops, when the people they were Plying their trade to, were doing it every day of the week? Drug users, are easy targets of the police, they sing like a blackbird, or a lark, when they get pulled to one side by the filth!!!

On the third occasion I got a gun put to my head, I was merely accompanying my sister (Christine) to a court hearing at Chesterfield, Derbyshire, in connection with a child custody hearing, involving her two children, Joseph and Paul...

On the fourth occasion, my boss had already knocked me down with his 17 and a half ton vehicle transporter!!!

 Was I frightened on these occasions?

Yes, frightened that my life might be taken because of some misunderstanding, or another, but satisfied and convinced that I had not done anything wrong. If you want to pull the fucking trigger, then pull the fucking trigger, were the thoughts going through my mind as the drama was unfolding. You will be doing me a favour by releasing me from the torment I felt I was enduring at each point in my life, that I faced these threats. Am I glad they didn't shoot me? Of course I am. But why would anyone want to shoot me? Come to think of it, why would anyone want to knock me down using a seventeen and a half ton truck? Why would anyone want to slash the right hand side of my face with a Stanley knife and push me into a ravine from a footpath on a remote public highway and leave me for dead? Why would anyone want to batter a 60 year old person with mental health issues with a baseball bat, 10 fucking times and leave me for over 9 hours in a hedgerow of the field, and the cops refuse to treat me as a victim?

I have had my fair share of misfortune, but I am still here...

I was not meant to die, at least not just yet!!!

[mike tesko]

It is 13 months, since I last was allowed to live in my home with my family. It has been a heartbreaking experience.  Currently, although my official home address is Tankersley, Barnsley, I am forced by a court order, to live with my sister, and my brother in law in Wombwell, Barnsley. My wife and my step daughter live somewhere else. My dog (Misty) lives with a friend of mine and my sisters.  I see my wife every day, and try very hard to exercise Misty everyday. But I am travelling, here, there, and everywhere, to try and keep my life on this earth, intact!!!

I am having to pay housing costs for my home in Tankersley, even though I am prevented from living there by a court order. I am paying board and lodgings to my sister and my brother in law, because a court has ordered, that I have to live with them, and must not return to my home, in Tankersley. On top of this, my wife and stepdaughter have moved out of our home in Tankersley, to a privately rented address, and therefore I am torn between three places of residence. On top of this, my pet dog (Misty) is at a fourth address. How is someone like me, in my circumstances supposed to carry on living like this?

[mike tesko]

It is 13 months, since I last was allowed to live in my home with my family. It has been a heartbreaking experience.  Currently, although my official home address is Tankersley, Barnsley, I am forced by a court order, to live with my sister, and my brother in law in Wombwell, Barnsley. My wife and my step daughter live somewhere else. My dog (Misty) lives with a friend of mine and my sisters.  I see my wife every day, and try very hard to exercise Misty everyday. But I am travelling, here, there, and everywhere, to try and keep my life on this earth, intact!!!

I am having to pay housing costs for my home in Tankersley, even though I am prevented from living there by a court order. I am paying board and lodgings to my sister and my brother in law, because a court has ordered, that I have to live with them, and must not return to my home, in Tankersley. On top of this, my wife and stepdaughter have moved out of our home in Tankersley, to a privately rented address, and therefore I am torn between three places of residence. On top of this, my pet dog (Misty) is at a fourth address. How is someone like me, in my circumstances supposed to carry on living like this?

Somehow, I get by...

[lookout]

What a terrible predicament,Mike. It's hard to say and do,but don't give up,whatever happens.