ORANGE COUNTY PARKS

NO ANDS IFS OR BUTS: DON'T FEED THE DUCKS

There are no bakeries in the wild: It would be like feeding people snails.

Below is one of two Plaintiffs, in the Federal Case that prohibits the Orange Police and the Orange County Parks from "witness tampering." The ACLU is representing the Plaintiffs; ensuring that the plaintiff pictured can nurture his drug / alcohol addiction at tax payer expense, in the park, complete with generator and meth lab, for the next eight years. FBI protection is also budgeted into his court costs mix. British Petroleum storage tanks can be seen behind the trees. The 'case,' is about the 'right' of people to squat anywhere if shelters are not open year round (which they now are, so why are these people still here?)

The Santa Ana River Bike Trail camp sites house about three hundred mentally ill drug addicted violent repeat offenders, down from the nearly one thousand more who lived between Chapman and Seventeenth. They are here thanks to Judge Carter who is presiding over the case. Thirty are 'camped' in Camp Cash Grab and another thirty are on the BP side of the railroad tracks, in Camp Stench-O-Death.
Across the trail, Junky Mom has a pit bull, three toddlers, and a really obnoxious meth addiction, 'campers' let their dogs out to kill the rabbits, or squirrels, and to use the entire park as a crapatorium: Child Protective Services is OK with toddlers in tents, or so their drug addicted parents tell me, "...a tent is a roof and there is running water in the park...."

BATTLE SCARRED BUNNY

WHY ARE PEOPLE STILL HERE!

ONE THING MIGHT POSE AS ANOTHER:

RANCH DRESSING: One of the Snail Food Groups, according to 'Campers

"What, are you still here!"

There is a clear and present danger of fire, probably a night BBQ fire / meth lab explosion, because, petroleum is volatile, not that anyone will let that get in the way of their high: Career drug addicts are supremely devoted to purpose. The police look the other way, and claim that the river is County jurisdiction. Technically, the cusp of Orange is OPD territory, but they are afraid of being charged with Witness Tampering: The FBI can take their badges. So, they turn a blind eye and pretend not to comprehend the danger.

I like to be unobtrusive, and discrete: The photo below is of an artist's blind that I use to get a good view of the wildlife:

The wildlife do not know me, and I plan to keep it that way, but they know the campers well enough to avoid them if possible, like that's going to happen.

"Why are people still here?"

You can't move from your blind, the idea is to be undetectable, so that the wildlife will not become self conscious, so, you have to settle for whatever you can get; sometimes it's just a bug:

NOT JUST ANY BUG

But sometimes, It's INSECTS !!

Sometimes it's something rare, and before you have time to appreciate it a dog gets it and you wonder why people can't play by the rules; why does everyone think that their dog has a right to hunt in the park?

Above is what the park pretty much looks like now, when Carter isn't doing his Federal Judge walk through. Homeless people are like teenagers; they clean up before mom and dad get home. They sit around the place doing nothing until it's time to eat, and they pinch whatever they can convert it to opportunistic purposes.

Below, a pit bull owner demonstrates the secret sacred pit bull tummy spot: It won't bring back your rare find; ablino bunny or your albino pigeons eating pizza, though.

The Goose (below) is going to win the fight, wild geese frequently kill Coyotes: Hence the often ignored Leash Law.

As you can see, little dogs think that they are above the law!

That's my other artist's drawing blind, (below) behind the blue tent in the foreground. You can barely see it; on the very far right, my bike is parked out front. Junky Mom had torn down my blind and used it to build her sprawling junky hovel, (opportunistic isn't she) but I took it back, still she built her hovel right on top of the knoll where I had been drawing under the trees for 40 years. Junkies are stunningly ambitious. The unifying factor in this colony is that everyone is on speed. Once they are socked in they can not be eradicated. Reasoning with them is a waste of time; they counter with a steady stream of lies, and intimidation. I said, "What are you doing with my stuff, you can see that I am here, I need my stuff, this is where I work." She flew into a frothing rage, "All I know is I need this for my family." I think that she might be a Romanian Gypsy, the Roma are illiterate, stealing and squatting is their culturally normative behavior.

It's always just this disgusting, except on the days when Judge Carter does his walk through.
The "running water" is a horse troth, people are not supposed to drink from it. But the 'campers,' say that they have it rigged.

The drug runner bikes up and down the River Trail delivering speed and a cornucopia of controlled substances, to the tunes on his boom box, he is called 'The Ice Cream Man,' for obvious reasons.

Below: Junky Toddler Catches a Predator's Eye: When he sat at my table the next day I asked him what he thought about the toddlers and pit bulls at Mary's Kitchen, he said that he had not noticed but added, "With me what you see is what you get, I'm a connoisseur of speed not a manufacturer. He wiggled his front teeth, as proof; they are apparently soon to come out, "I missed a few dental appointments as a child..." I countered, "Actually, you missed a few basic tenets of good health, as an adult, 'speed kills,' for example."

This junky mom showed up to Mary's Kitchen with another Junky Mom's toddler, wearing the other junky mom's clothes, with the other mom's pit bull, maybe they are sisters; I wonder where the two toddlers that moved into the tent next to my drawing bind are, this is their mother. Maybe they trade off kids, like clothes. This toddler's mother, AKA Junky Mom, is probably in her tent, formerly my blind, with this other junky mom's kids. In any event this toddler appears to have caught the eye of a pedophile. The junky mom pictured here is about a year short of her sisters speed habit, I'm guessing, because her sister, pictured below with her pit bull in her camp weighs half of what this mom weighs. Junky Mom has not brushed her hair since 1980, while this other junky mom, actually uses a hair brush, still. Maybe in a year she will have caught up to her sister (and given up).

WILL THE REAL JUNKY MOM PLEASE STAND UP (from 'What's My Line')

Pictured (above Lizard Mom), is the Junky Mom who tore down my wildlife drawing blind and made herself a junky hovel with it, those are Lizard Mom's rocks that Junky Mom has relocated to put on top of the sprinklers, (survival of the fittest; coyotes eat dogs). The 'Other Junky Mom' probably shares this camp with her sister, there are so many drug addicts and toddlers coming and going from their ever expanding 'dens of vice and evil,' that I can't keep up with who is who: It's a line from a play, and it gives everyone a giggle; "Dens of Vice and Evil." It sounds so Victorian, until the dens of vice and evil move in next door to where your work, as a wildlife artist, requires peace and quiet, and then, it isn't funny at all. It's actually terrifying. Espeically for Spider Mom, who got swepted up with the leaves that Junky Mom considers dirty. Putting copious quantities of controlled substances into her kid's lungs is not in the same category evidently.

GOOD HAIR DAY BAD HAIR DAY

This spider is smaller than the white moon of your fingernail,
yet can jump several feet.

In 2013 two Mary's Kitchen lunch regulars raped and killed five women who they picked off from Mary's Kitchen, they were finally caught, and convicted, it makes me nauseous to think of the many times that they sat at my table, one of their victims, Jarrae Estepp, was sitting with me, and her boyfriend Alex, the day that she was murdered. We had no idea that she had been targeted by the two guys sitting across from us. According to one account in the OC Register:
"Steven Dean Gordon, who along with Franc Cano, is facing special-circumstances murder and forcible rape charges, is representing himself in his high-profile trial after having his court-appointed attorney taken off the case.
Wearing a dark brown suit, slicked-back hair and glasses rather than the jailhouse orange jumpsuit and more closely cropped cut he has sported in previous court appearances, Gordon spoke little during the first day of the trial, opting against making opening statements at this point to the jury.

That left Yellin setting the tone, as he walked jurors through the steps investigators took to link Gordon and Cano to the suspected killings, believed by law enforcement to have occurred despite the pair being under the supervision of probation and parole officials.
The investigation began with the disappearances over several months in 2013 of Kianna Jackson, 20; Josephine Vargas, 34; and Martha Anaya, 28 – three women known to work prostitution hubs in Santa Ana. The investigation accelerated with the discovery of 21 year old Jarrae Estepp's body at an Anaheim recycling facility in 2014.
Investigators say Gordon and Cano picked up the women, raped them, killed them and left their bodies in trash bins in Anaheim. Estepp’s body is the only one that has been found.
In a series of explicit text messages between the two men, that were presented to the jury Wednesday, the pair discussed their desire to find prostitutes, referring to the women as a cat or a kitty. The two also discussed getting rid of a kitty, which prosecutors allege is code for killing the women. In one series of texts, Cano suggested that Gordon use “happy hands,“ which prosecutors say is code for strangling a woman.

It's always this violent at Mary's Kitchen:

The various intrusive moms keep themselves focused on being intrusive, I guess, that way they don't have to think about the diseases that their kids are being infected with while eating here. Gloria Suisse is in charge; she is a total scofflaw when it comes to health codes.

You can practically hear the clanging of ankle bracelets in the Mary's Kitchen soup line.

The man pointing at 'Other Junky Mom' (below) could be part of that family, there are so many men buzzing around the Junky Mom Hive, that I have no idea of who is who;

This man told me that he is 'The Protector' of Camp Cash Grab. Pictured here nodding out on heroin. I asked him if he is the man who was twirling ninja knives and trying to steal my bike a few days ago, he didn't answer, I told him that the City Council had voted to bulldoze the camps, he said, "We have FBI protection." He means that the FBI is supposed to protect Plaintiffs in Fed cases from witness tampering, by the Defendants. I know from experience that the FBI just blows you off and tells you that they will get back to you. (They are busy with child abduction cases.) The Defendant could shoot you and the FBI would put it on the back burner. I asked 'The Protector,' "Really, in Carter's court? I don't think so, I'm a civil rights attorney and I know the FBI does not have your back in Carter's court. At least they didn't have mine when I was suing trigger happy cops in the Ninth Circuit." He responded, "All we have to do is keep it clean." I said, "Bulldozing it will accomplish that." Bulldozing would also have the added advantage of getting rid of the meth lab and all of the contaminants that HAZMAT has been charging three thousand dollars per pickup to dispose of. The protector (lower right) is having lunch along the river.

The man in the center (below) inadvertently funded 'Homeless Court," a convoluted scam by racketeer Public Defenders (everyone has an angle) to get inner urban real estate in Santa Ana, out of the pretense of legitimacy, (as opposed to money laundering) oddly their unifying bond at the Public Defenders Office is that they snagged the video of that man (center), doing what homeless people (and everyone else does, including the birds and the bees). The multi-million dollar profits that they fleeced out of it have to do with the male preoccupation with size; their fortune had been snagged years before the homeless man suspected such a video existed! Needless to say, he is homeless; the Public Defender is not. More precisely, Homeless Court is the product of the, 'the empire that porn built.' Taped interview to come.

If you are looking for deception you have come to the right place.

This is the view from my blind.

Camp Cash Grab's pretextual Constitutional case is not a fight for civil rights, it's a ruse; a fight for cash; easy money for drugs. Some of the participants had asked me to write the original brief; obstructing my path, coming and going, day and night, playing it off as a coincidence, but getting in my face; getting their demands across. I talked to them about their civil rights, and the procedure required to file and win a federal case, but I didn't do any work for them, finally when they followed me into Starbucks where I was working on another case I said, "If my computer is open I am working and you are harassing me, I told you everything I can, you have to do the case yourself or get an attorney..." They had about four varieties of claims for damages against public entities, the case at issue is the one the The American Civil Liberties Union was willing to take.

I assume that the Plaintiffs are asking for a few million dollars; recently they stopped discussing the case with me, but I recall that their original intent was to soak the tax payer for more than a mere million. Steve lives at Camp Cash Grab, he and Keven Cozner and I were at Cal State Fullerton at the same time, they smoked pot; on baseball scholarships, I was a communications major. None of us finished at Fullerton, I went on to a variety of top ten universities, and regretted it, Steve and Kevin are very happy with their lives, that could be the pot though. I don't have one single experience in academia that I can look back on and say, 'Yes I am really glad I spent the time that it took to study there." But, I;m not done yet