The County Parks are under the jurisdiction of the Sheriff's Department:

These two are the most popular deputies, for obvious reasons: My favorite is the deputy on the right, he treats everyone with respect, and he takes his job very seriously. I look forward to seeing him on my way to fight whatever legal battle takes me to the Santa Ana Civic Center business park courthouses. I always run into them, sometimes I run into the patrol officers, or  Judge Carter; not the high point of my day.

On a good day you can walk across the Pavilion of the Flags, from the Courthouse to the Law Library. Usually it's crammed with stolen bikes, and bike chop shops: This past week, is the first time in a year that the police have issued tickets for 'storing in public,' perhaps the moratorium is coming to an end.
The sun tent in the foreground (below) is lawful, because it works well for picnickers, the other tents are shanty town squatter hovels, inhabited by mentally ill drug addicted violent repeat offenders; rapists, pedophiles, murderers, thieves, alcoholics, wife batterers; that sort of thing.

Canisters. like the one below this grill, are for cooking, but no one has a grill in their tents, except for the church groups who serve food, there is no practical application for fuel tanks:

Yet, in warm weather no one is using fuel for heat, there are always canisters strewn around the park? Let me take a wild guess: The tanks fuel Meth Labs for cooking enhanced pot and for manufacturing speed. 

Pictured bove, British Petroleum houses gas storage tanks at their facility behind Camp Meth Lab, the large round structure behind the tent/meth lab. For some reason no one is worried about the obvious consequences of an explosion.

Yesterday a man dragged his spouse out of their tent by her hair and beat her into unconsciousness. Before that a 'camper' who claims to be the mayor (Chris) was stabbed, in his tent, only to return from the hospital a week later to be stabbed again. Two 'campers' arrested for battery, are back again, others are registered sex offenders wearing ankle bracelets. Junky Mom's tent, containing two couples with three toddlers between them (lower photograph) is accessed by a cornucopia of felons.

The Carter court Plaintiffs live in the colony on the far side of the Trail, the pink and blue sun shade tent is mine, and the black tent is the same thing with veil over it so that I can draw in seclusion from suspicious vultures, who do not like to pose for portraits: they can't see me. One day, the woman in red, move a huge  tent complex for she and her husband and son, and her sister's family with two more kids, she took my shade trees, she stripped my blind to make her fort with; as you can see I took it back, and she has been screaming and yelling at me and planting stakes to force me out, ever since. I'm not leaving, because some of my animal friends still come looking for me. Most birds outlive us. They will still be here after all of this chaos is long gone. The ground doves look disgruntled by the arrival of Junky Mom, all of the critters are put out about it. Sterling 'The Protector,' is on the north side of me, even though I tell everyone that I need the median to be free of junky hovels so that I can draw.

Five separate federal lawsuits are underway, leapfrogging their way through Judge Carter's court, on behalf of the squatters; Brooke, the Plaintiff's counsel has deemed this meth colony as 'alternative housing' for the "unhoused disabled," in a lawsuit against the County that gives the 'campers' protected status and carte blanche to live in the Park, exempt from police jurisdiction. Hence the title Camp Cash Grab. Dwight Smith (below) of Catholic Worker Isiah House, is one of various 'support' organizations that operate as a cash grab penumbra stalking homeless people with potentially lucrative Civil Rights issues, more accurately circling like vultures. (See taped interviews) "I got Brooke a case that made her a lot of money," claims Dwight's assistant." Money, money, and more money; Dwight claims to take in $300,000, per year on which he pays no taxes. In my observation he takes in about three million dollars per year, and spends about one three hundred thousand of it on strippers and drugs. 24 homeless women live at Isiah House, Dwight and Leigh Smith get 75 grand in fed money per resident, plus a stipend for whatever reintegration programs the shelter residents undertake, as well as three hundred grand in donations per year, generated from their newsletter, and about fifty thousand every week from Holey Family Cathedral, and other Churches.

The cases are about violated civil rights; the County collected trash, which I guess you would make a big deal federal case out of if your house was garbage by any standard, and, you could claim, with no proof or evidence what so ever, that all of your worldly possessions, phone, medical records...were in that garbage when it was picked up: especially if you could make that big deal fed case to the tune of several million dollars. (Neither you nor I would do that, but they did.) I think it's a ridiculous case, mainly because, the Plaintiffs moved to the Santa Ana River Bike Trail with the ambition of getting easy money and drugs. I draw in the sun tent, which I veil and use as a wildlife blind, until now: After fifty years of peace, drawing is suddenly impossible because the wildlife are under siege by meth addicts with arsenals; 'living off of the land,' at the expense of what had been a wildlife preserve. The millions in damages awards that the Plaintiffs hope to score (toward drugs) will be paid by tax payers who have used the park legitimately, but are now rousted from the 'neighborhood,' by City of Orange police.

Junky Mom hauled those boulders herself, in a shopping cart from the river, which, since she weighs about 90lbs required a considerable amount of meth, it only took her an hour; quickly converting the park into her personal fortress with no regard for the animals that inhabit the preserve, she also put rocks on the sprinklers which means that all of the trees will die. When that happens she will do what she has done before, simply move to the next wooded knoll and kill off every living thing there: