CARTER'S COURT-O-CRAP
The Orange County Register covers snippets of the 'Junkies v. The County' cases that Judge Carter is holding the reigns of, regarding Camp Cash Grab, and about ten other colonies of mentally ill drug addicted violent repeat offenders:
The Orange County Register covers snippets of the 'Junkies v. The County' cases that Judge Carter is holding the reigns of, regarding Camp Cash Grab, and about ten other colonies of mentally ill drug addicted violent repeat offenders:
SANTA ANA RIVER BIKE TRAIL
"In their response to the lawsuit filed by
the ACLU Friday, county officials dispute claims that their fencing has
trapped homeless people, and Nelson has called such claims “dishonest” and “ridiculous.”
ASIDE: A misguided mindset determines that a fence is a deterrent: In fact the fences do appear to be cages, but closer inspection makes it obvious that fence break walk-paths, in and out of the gated areas, are short distances away. At most thirty feet. The purpose of the fencing is ambiguous. This manner of making accusations that include 'everything but the kitchen sink, complete with hysterics, instead of facts and evidence, is frowned on by the judiciary but is a favorite tactic of the ACLU and money hungry law firms targeting deep pockets defendants. In this case it's the tax payer who the ACLU has it's hands in the pockets of.
The case is now before U.S. District Judge David O. Carter, who was scheduled to decide Thursday morning whether to issue an emergency restraining order against the county. That hearing, however, was cancelled Wednesday amid talks between the ACLU and the county.
Below, is what it looked like before the Junky Hovel Occupation:
Meanwhile, the county officials are
facing a second lawsuit over their handling of the riverbed evictions,
which was filed Monday by attorneys Carol Sobel, Brooke Weitzman, and
others.
The suit, on behalf of Tammy Shuler and
other homeless residents of the riverbed, argues that the county has
illegally “seized personal property and largely destroyed it without an
opportunity for the rightful owner to reclaim it,” in violation of
rulings by the U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals.
The suit alleges that when the county
seizes property, the county requires its owner to travel 22 miles away
to a location in Lake Forest to pick it up. And the pick-up center “is
only open one hour on one day a week, and then only by prior
arrangement.”
Weitzman told supervisors Tuesday that the county’s notice
posted in the riverbed “has the wrong address” for where to pick up
property. “This is unreasonable and inhumane,” she said.
(Click here to read the second lawsuit.)
Aside: Danny has not been to the Bike Trail "over the past few weeks, actually he has been gone for about two months, since his bike trail beneficiaries threatened to kill his daughter. Perhaps the author of the above X Parte motion, Brooke, uses the term "few" broadly. 'For Him Ministries' is not a "community" it's a Cash Grab Circus: Whenever people form a union to solicit donations, for a worthy cause, their real cause is to intercept those donations and divert them into their own pockets. For the past five years, Danny Summerville set up posh camps for people who were not forced 'here there, or, anywhere' but rather came to the River Trail of their own volition because the court ordered the cops to stop issuing citations there. The Exodus that supposedly deflected the focus of a substantial amount of time toward forced relocations from one patch of the river trail to another, regards one move from under the Chapman overpass, when a crack pipe fire burned the camp out, and the bridge had to be repaired, by which time that homeless colony had become so packed with garbage and excrement that it was inhabitable and would have had to have been quarantined. Originally colonies formed once the news that cops stopped ticketing 'campers,' hit the OC Weekly; it was a mad rush. Not like the rush West of the great depression, more like the gold rush; one stop shopping for drugs. "There's Drugs in Them Thar Hills!"
"Force," plays a very large part in the Claim and Arguments: As if ill people have no alternatives and are forced by the rule of tyranny into the river bed where they are further oppressed by the stark fist of removal that put them there. Below is a disabled cyclist who somehow escaped the fate of the "unhoused," in spite of the fact that he is not a self absorbed drug abuser; Oh, wait, I meant to say, because he isn't a career addict, in spite of the synergy of support groups intercepting donations and money destined for the poor, and living off of needy junkies, On, I mean, helping the needy.
Danny came out to the river with a truck full of things for homeless people to fight over like mud hens competing for bread ends, every Sunday. He took our orders and he always got people exactly what they asked for, in great measure. I asked for a self inflating mattress, presto he produced it; everyone dived after it; he snatched it out of someone's arms, "No, this is already taken, I have to hold onto it," he gave it me when everyone had left. There were hundreds of others. He could show up with tens of thousand of dollars worth of donations every time, but he never said how; Christians say, 'Jesus (Him) made this possible.' Arctic sleeping bags, at $600 bucks? Thank You Jesus: The resale value buys a not of heroin, Danny was very popular, but addiction manifests a lot of rage in it's victims. Eventually the wayside warehouse was gutted by an expert burglar. That particular volunteer, the one who managed to keep the junkies at bay for a while, finally moved to Seattle, leaving behind two black back packs stuffed with one hundred thousand dollar. I saw them both sitting dead center of the soon to be bull dozed abandoned camp. I figured some drug dealer had left them behind on his way to jail. But later in the day a slap happy homeless guy passed out a good portion to any passer by. He told people that the other back pack could be found by trekking through water (code for, it's in the Chapman tunnel, hundreds of people looked everywhere but there, I assume it's still on the first landing behind the three feet deep outer mote). Seattle is where people really need help more than heroin, but survival of the fittest dictates that the heroin addicts find a way to defeat the needy while providing for the greedy. The truly sick and disabled, simply die.
Heidi dislikes me because I asked her why she can't change her focus from getting resources for the homeless to empowering the homeless to get resources for themselves, "You just make them into fat pampered pigs while you get rich on the cash flow deflected to yourself enroute to them." Her response was to bellow, "They're DISABLED!" That is her mantra; in answer to any criticism. But what really irritates me is not the conniving ill intent of the perpetrators of The Great Intercept, but rather the shrill delivery of the mantra: in Heidi's case it's fingernails on a chalkboard; Brooke is almost as bad, in a higher education version of the same thing. More like, "These individuals suffer from disabilities consequent with old age." Neither their old age nor their disabilities are immediately apparent to the casual observer; everyone does have a pit bull or a rat dog though, perhaps their dogs are ADA service dogs, and their self inflicted drug related disabilities can only be accommodated in parks. I find that hard to believe.
Paul (lower left) determined to start his own 501c3, after all it worked for Heidi, however he plans to gear his non-profit toward studying people like Heidi, who impact the homeless one homeless person at a time, starting with herself; something that can only be accomplished by perpetuating homelessness, which would seem, in fact, to be the unwritten purpose of religious charity 501c3s: And for that we entitle them to blissfully pay no taxes. We really are just that flat out fucking stupid, oh, I mean we really are that kindly and accommodating; we indulge religious groups in financial freedoms just for trying, or for saying that they try. Actually just for Thinking that they can say that they really are trying; as long as they don't get caught in a lie, or a real estate scam, or anything that can't be swept under the rug while we look the other way. Now, if that is not money laundering what is?
Heidi is ACLU's main liaison, in the Homeless v. County cases, that way they don't actually have to talk to anybody icky. All that Heidi has to do is keep the homeless perpetually icky, so that they have no voice. The first time that I met Heidi, along the river, she stopped me for money, (I know Bill Gates; everyone asks me for money). It was a creepy ploy, because she meant to detain me, with a lot of unwelcome smug proselytizing, she did not have any intention of offering me any help or support, she gave me her card and extolled her virtues as a homeless advocate, admonishing me that I brought my (permanent irrevocable) problems on myself and only she could construct my situation definitively. Finally I said, "I don't have any problems, so stop making me a blamable victim. If this is about money I'll pass it along to Bill Gates or somebody who does write off donations..." She was not about to let me escape that easily; she asked me for cash, "Can you give me anything today?" I told her that I really am homeless, she didn't comprehend what I said, "I'm not addicted to money; I live this way." (Maybe not in the irredeemable way that she would like the grist for her cash mill to exist.) I told her that if she wants money she should ask Melony (Mrs. Indian Tony), who pinched four billion dollars off of Google, and is happily partying to her death; it only took her husband two months to booze himself off of the Katella overpass to his death).
Heidi (in red) told me that she and three men had siphoned enough money, intended for the homeless, to buy themselves a ranch, "...I bought a huge complex in Nevada, I'm never going to be homeless again, and I have three men to work my ranch for me..." She looked at me expectantly, she expected applause or approval. She laid out her whole 'success from scratch story,' and added that she had rescued the three men from homelessness and given them meaningful work. I called it Slavery. At every encounter she rebukes and shuns me for not applauding her; I told her that '501c3' and 'Prison' can be synonymous, if the FBI finds out that one's stated mission does not match one's fraudulent intent. That's just the sort of killjoy who I am. She and Paul interrogate me for my opinion about the law anyway, I'm guessing so that they can get an edge on their opposition.
Danny always brought tents and tarps and air mattresses, copious quantities of food, and clothes, distributed by dozens of cheerful benevolent volunteers: every homeless person got as much as they could carry, or cart away. But he stopped coming when his beneficiaries found out where he lived and went there with threats to kill his entire family. No one has any idea where the family fled to, and Danny plans on keeping it that way. Life in the park is a stint in the lap of luxury, thanks to tax deductible charities. And this is what the homeless do with it:
They move into the wooded areas adjacent to Angel Stadium. Because, breaking into cars in the Angel Stadium parking lot (horizon) is a very lucrative racket.
This man says that he is just trying to support his family, (with, I guess, the things that you bought to support your family). Your unattended valuables are his now. Hmm, so, maybe he is actually 'just trying' to support his heroin addiction.
Lets give him an A for effort.
Actually the only people giving him a pat on the back are the people who get and keep the charitable contributions and resources; intercepted on the way to those for whom it might have made a difference, we will never know. Heidi gives the disabled her total support, as did Danny before he bailed out of the picture entirely as a precaution against being killed. Heidi doesn't bring anything that anyone wants, nor does she bring the attention of the police: She has no daughters for any disabled people to molest. Paroled sex offenders, disabled or not, would rather become murderers than serve out their lengthy sentences.
Back to the media account of the case:
ASIDE: I'll bet. Here's the problem, Brooke is free to allege whatever she likes, it's the defendants who have to prove they they were engaged in no wrongdoing. "One hour on one day," is probably not true, it's probably more like one afternoon per week, as I recall it was Tuesday and Thursday at 3:PM until sunset. The 'wrong address,' might mean that the zip code was off by one digit, or that a misspelling or typo was in the address. In any event it looks like trash to me:
LETS TAKE A BREAK FOR A MOMENT: The following is an excerpt from the case. (Click here to read the second lawsuit.) You will be astounded at how much is made of the Plaintiffs' medical problems, as if a completely illegitimate life can be blamed on ill health. For that matter did Brooke actually ever obtain medical records to substantiate her assertions?) Little is mentioned of the cause of the various Plaintiffs' supposed medical problems, which in my observation, however inadvertent their deteriorating health may be, is contributed to and exacerbated by a voracious appetite for drugs. Brooke makes it sound like all of their problems would be solved if you would simply take them home and put them up in your guest room: Because they are not well, and why wouldn't you! Why didn't the County think of that! Brooke's motion states that the County stole possessions from the homeless, (that is what the Plaintiffs probably told her, but, most likely, at least in my experience and observation, whatever went missing was pinched by the others): In forty years I know of no one in the homeless community who is not on a daily trek to pick up whatever is not nailed down (I'm not kidding) the social standard out on the street is very low, the term lowlife comes from the practice of beach combing the ground for whatever can be snatched. As for the 'possessions' that the county did take, duh, they Posted two days in advance:
The ACLU 'lifted' (AKA pinched, stole, plagiarized...) all of their assertions of wrong doing by a public entity (the County), from the history of one man, Richard Holmes, who is what they term 'an old timer,' hence he has a long history with the County. There is no denying that he took the counterculture route because his priorities are anti-social: He smokes speed as a vocation. Before that he worked for the railroad and for various businesses that utilized the tracks. That was thirty years ago, but he is still a respected member of the community of synergistic agencies, bureaucracies, and organizations that make the trains run on time. So, maybe that is why the ACLU converted his affidavits to their own use for authorship by their own Plaintiffs. (You can do that in the law, but it's called 'precedent,' while recreating someone else's case because you have no precedent is called spurious, fraudulent, or just crappy.
Carter's propensity to grant bogus motions by writing idiot orders, is the latest step toward trashing County Parks: Carter bought into the assertion, constructed by the nonprofits, and parroted by Brooke, that there are more homeless people than there are low cost homes, and free shelters; (there are, does anyone ever ask why, has it occurred to anyone that if we ask why we can solve the problem with a simple algorithm). It's not about the equation: 100 homeless people plus 50 shelter spaces, leaves fifty "unhoused," people: That equation is not a legitimate consideration, rather, it should be the incentive for scrutinizing the Charities who rake in donations; to 'address,' (a euphemism for 'perpetuate),' the anti-social unhouseable population that they create. Brook refers to the Plaintiffs as the "unhoused," never alluding to why there is and what is meant by such a definition as "unhoused:" If we were to pocket the money allocated to eradicating the Bubonic plague we would all be dead, so, we are incentivized not to commit That fraud. Not so regarding homelessness, rather, we keep people in a state that would deter anyone, even the most casual observer, from taking a closer look, and then we blame the victim for the victimization that they suffer: when we contribute to and endorse the charities that construct the concept of 'the unhoused' an absurdity which enables charities to pocket the money donated to them, deflected from the purpose of alleviating homelessness; those 501c3s flourish at the expense of the "unhoused," in perpetuity, eternally siphoning the money generated by their authorship of the construction, "unhoused," into their own pockets, charities are well incentivized to line their coffers since clearly they suffer no repercussions.
The elephant in the room is the reality that the competition for undocumented money is everyone's greatest goal, charities take the lead. If we do not rescind 501c3 status, (no small feat) we are feeding the monster who creates a victim class of "unhoused," we do it in collaboration with the synergy of support groups, and public entities that are funded federally and through grants to 'deal with,' homelessness, such as, The SAPD Civic Center Homelessness Task Force, comprised of newcomers and misfit cops who are paid 100K per year, with little or no experience, they are paid more than any other police precinct beat cops in California. The criteria for admission is hard to meet, selection requires that the appointee have been canned from every other precinct: usually for being trigger happy, and killing too many arrestees, actually any Internal Affairs Complaint violation affirmation will qualify; if you joined the force, screwed up and suddenly found that you do not have a career in law enforcement the Homeless Task Force is the job that you get, but you have to be a total fuck-up.
SAPD Officer Randy Beckx is the Homeless Task Force liaison cop; he rounds up stray homeless people where they are wondering on the street, and takes them to the Mental Health Association of Orange County day center: When I stumbled upon two dozen rotting bodies in the abandoned YMCA, adjacent to the Civic Center, my guess was him. The dead turned out to be imports from Long Beach, some had been seen hanging out at the MHA Day Center, others were fellow gang members, who probably knew too much about coaxing new intakes into cars when Beckx determined that the intake had no family or affiliations, "Your problems are over, come with me..." no one ever saw any of the intakes again, so, I guess their problems were over, indeed; the body parts dealer likes to have a cop in his pocked wherever detached people can be harvested: hospitals are supposed to ask where human hearts come from, but rarely do they check, the profit margin on transplants is too great; for anyone to be bothered with all of that: The cop gets 50K per organ; the hospital charges 300K for the transplant. Money is always the most important factor in any equation. Everyone on the street knew what 'Task' the task force was performing, the tragic end, for those men from Long Beach, was foretold. I may have hastened it by blowing the whistle.
In order to save himself, a predator always kills the pack; to avoid being discovered. I'm still exposing dirty cops, but the police tell me that my days are numbered, they tell me that at nearly every encounter, "the next time it will be you." It gets old after 40 years. The nightmare of failure to save a worthy victim's life, especially if whistle blowing fails every time, puts perspective on worrying about one's own fate, the nightmare isn't going to diminished by avoiding the threats, so, why bother. Nothing feels worse than trying to save someone and getting the person killed instead. Maybe that fact is beyond cop comprehension. When you blow the whistle on a rat he springs forth from his corner and destroys the evidence, particularly if it's alive. I hope all of that catches up with Beckx and his brothers in blue.
Ghettoizing the homeless is big business, which works out very well for the heroin dealer: it guarantees a population of people who will be easily converted away from reintegrating into society and diverted to a career of drug addiction. If every homeless person were venued into permanent housing and provided with all of the accoutrements of social acceptability, the heroin based economy would fail or figure out a way to side track the addict back to addiction.
Yet, no one is trying to venue anyone into permanent rehabilitation. There are numerous antibuse products that work; none are being applied, because, rehabilitation that fails guarantees recidivism which guarantees grants and funding for rehabilitation and which fails... Antibuse has the effect of permanently terminating the desire to abuse substances. The obvious conclusion is that the heroin economy owes it's support to our (seemingly) legitimate social, political, and economic institutions.
Perhaps Brooke, is naive, maybe she is an un-initiate; an unknowing participant in the alternative economy; the drug economy, a system which keeps anyone from seeing the reality of disenfranchisement, and therefore, through no fault of her own she has a blind spot and a soft heart for the mentally ill drug addicted violent repeat offenders, who she terms 'disabled and unhoused.' Or, maybe she is just stupid, and has no idea that she is being duped by addicts and manipulated by drug dealers, in any event the result is the same: filings that comprise a total misconstruction of the facts. Lets have Brooke come up with the much needed algorithm to end homelessness: It's a lot of work for the person who takes it on, but at least it's not a dead end fed case comprised of anecdotal 'research,' and evidence exhibits that originate with a Register photographer, after the fact.
I illustrate all of my cases, I have never lost a case, but can you imagine what it looks like to the court when a Plaintiff's legal representative attempts to prove a case with ex post facto evidence borrowed from the local paparazzi: It looks cheap. Carter does not seem to mind.
Brook asked me to come up with some redeeming evidence; she was in a total panic, barking in customers at the River Trail. I tried to tell her that she isn't going to get cooperation from her Plaintiffs, because they are addicts and they think she is a patsy, "they are not going to cooperate, they would rather push you around and wait for it to rain drug money from the ACLU, nor are you going to get any validation from me, because I just do not like the case." Everyone at the River turned full around to tell her, 'Just walk away; it gets worse..." They meant for her to stop talking to me before I said anything even more discouraging, I apologized; she very graciously excused herself, without the usual predictable admonitions. (What lawyer ever didn't try to get the last word in, but then again this is one of her few first early cases, she isn't really a lawyer yet, not in any legitimate sense.)
As of yet the UCLU has not observed that shelter facilities will never match the need as long as perpetuating homelessness is a guaranteed return on the 501c3 grab for money, and money laundering. From it's inception Homeless Court dismissed everyone's camping charges, or any other charges, for that matter, (sans felony or drug) but they take their good sweet time about it and pad their budget with busywork (for defendants, while they do much of nothing). Richard sued, for the violation of his right to a speedy trial; he figured that in three years he had been to Homeless Court without results about 150 times.
Raj Sing, The Lyon of Punjab, (above) is the direct descendant of a long line of kings, and ended up in the same boat as Richard Holmes; receiving as many as 40 camping tickets in one thirty day period. But that was six years ago, why wasn't the ACLU there then, why are they here now?
Raj promised the OPD an arrest, on me, if they would back off. He probably should not have said that while I was listening: But, imagining that I wouldn't be he reported me to the police 100 times. I was never where he said I was, mainly because I never 'camped' in the River, I rode through on my bike to check on my drawing blind, before bed (which was somewhere else). He called them every time that he saw me: I just went there to draw. After spending all of that money tailing me without the eventuality of an arrest, the police started following Raj instead; they arrested him at his storage unit, which, serendipitously, was next to mine, and which contained copious quantities of drugs. He was deported to India, he really is the Maharaja of Punjab; India does not take criminals, no matter who. Raj ended up in Mexico's no man land, a desert swath dedicated to housing unclaimed exiles, the only food is rice, and needless to say, pot is not on the menu, much less speed.
Two years later the Maharanies of Punjab (Raj's sisters, who are physicians at UCI), got him reinstated to America where he has instantly and completely rehabilitated himself and assimilated into society: How You Ask! The alternative was a life in no man's land: Life in a furnace by day, freezing all night, with tarantulas while eating wormy rice. Prior to that, Raj ran the River Trail like a fiefdom. I was often amazed at his ability to reign over hundreds of willing lemmings, who would fetch munchies and drugs for him from Mary's while he lay on cushions all day reading, with Sharon, in the warmth of the British Petroleum burn off furnaces.
Everyone was Raj Sing's best friend and personal confidante, including: The Lady Sharon; Beauty of the River Bike Trail. Lady Bug Sharon to me. Raj refused to marry his way into American citizenship, because, that would be "undignified," indeed his treatment of other people was what you might expect from a ruler, 'dignified.' That was then: Now the River ruling class are thugs.
My concern, regarding bulldozing and rock storage, as a means of displacing the junky hovels, and shanty towns is: Why didn't HASMAT help out; the place was so disease infested that people were dying of Shillelagh and other communicable diseases. To say nothing of the piles and piles of discarded needles everywhere in sight, and the stench of death, and feces. The murders; the dog attacks; the rapes. The raids on each other's camps. And the felony vandalism of the wildlife. The Plaintiff referred to below, Danny, withdrew when the others stole his truck, molested his daughter and her friends, and threatened to kill his entire family: None of the lawyers or Plaintiffs have any clear knowledge or understanding of the community that they are addressing, because they did not discover it until Homeless Court make a violation of the camping ordinances and codes' unenforceable. Brook is always in a panic, trying to make her case viable. When in fact the only viable action at this point is a Claim to reinstate the prohibition against converting County Parks into squatter domains.
Bill Wise shows up to the Civic Center to doll out 'blind alley' legal advice via his "Legal Aid Society" branch, every Thursday. I don't know how these people get through the day, frankly; many homeless people, worthy street lawyers as well as people seeking help, show up to the Civic Center Legal Aid booth to tell Bill off. I met him about six months ago, I pointed out that two cops were instructing a Civic Center Business Park county worker to grab some very expensive bikes from outside of a tent, when a couple of 'campers' had left for the day with bus passes to MHA, "Bill, the cops know that those bikes are not abandoned, they just want to confiscate them, last year they auctioned off one hundred thousand dollars in bikes taken from homeless people, the money goes to augment the PD budget, they have been stealing bikes for three years, at about 100 grand per year." Bill replied, "Well, I'm not going to say anything, I want them to like me, if they complain I won't be able to have a booth out here." That's the Spirit! Bill Wiese, champion of racketeer cops. (Legal Aid and the Elder Center are the same thing).
OK, here is the excerpt of Brooke's motion
LETS TAKE A BREAK FOR A MOMENT: The following is an excerpt from the case. (Click here to read the second lawsuit.) You will be astounded at how much is made of the Plaintiffs' medical problems, as if a completely illegitimate life can be blamed on ill health. For that matter did Brooke actually ever obtain medical records to substantiate her assertions?) Little is mentioned of the cause of the various Plaintiffs' supposed medical problems, which in my observation, however inadvertent their deteriorating health may be, is contributed to and exacerbated by a voracious appetite for drugs. Brooke makes it sound like all of their problems would be solved if you would simply take them home and put them up in your guest room: Because they are not well, and why wouldn't you! Why didn't the County think of that! Brooke's motion states that the County stole possessions from the homeless, (that is what the Plaintiffs probably told her, but, most likely, at least in my experience and observation, whatever went missing was pinched by the others): In forty years I know of no one in the homeless community who is not on a daily trek to pick up whatever is not nailed down (I'm not kidding) the social standard out on the street is very low, the term lowlife comes from the practice of beach combing the ground for whatever can be snatched. As for the 'possessions' that the county did take, duh, they Posted two days in advance:
The ACLU 'lifted' (AKA pinched, stole, plagiarized...) all of their assertions of wrong doing by a public entity (the County), from the history of one man, Richard Holmes, who is what they term 'an old timer,' hence he has a long history with the County. There is no denying that he took the counterculture route because his priorities are anti-social: He smokes speed as a vocation. Before that he worked for the railroad and for various businesses that utilized the tracks. That was thirty years ago, but he is still a respected member of the community of synergistic agencies, bureaucracies, and organizations that make the trains run on time. So, maybe that is why the ACLU converted his affidavits to their own use for authorship by their own Plaintiffs. (You can do that in the law, but it's called 'precedent,' while recreating someone else's case because you have no precedent is called spurious, fraudulent, or just crappy.
Richard Holmes: AKA Yosemite Sam
Let the games begin.
Back then, along the River, about six years ago, camping was a misdemeanor. UNTIL! (enter effulgent sun here) Homeless Court in conjunction with the Criminal Division of Superior Court made pelting homeless people with camping tickets unenforceable. Richard was what, then, was called a 'ticket tar baby;' his violations were perfectly predictable; finally he tried to sue the county; at least a dozen times, but they negotiated their way out of it, with diplomacy, which enabled him to get back to indulging his addiction. Until, that fateful day, about six years ago, when homeless court came along, (sigh of exasperation) Richard, like most other ticket tar babies let himself be gavelled by the Criminal Division of Superior Court into the brand spanking new Homeless Court venue; devised by Jean Wilkinson head of the Public Defender's Office . Homeless Court promptly decided that, for Richard, 'the right to a speedy trial,' meant ongoing court appearances for three years, on the promise of an eventual dismissal, everyone was good with homeless court's version of eternal hoop jumping, but not Richard: He sued to be venued back into real court where court appearances are not ongoing and endless (actually I think that was my decision; he presented me with his other options; none of which ended happily ever after for any of the players, more like postal results, since Richard is 'one tough hombre,' commonly referred to as "Yes sir Mr. Holmes," never to be tangled with. I recommended litigation, as preferable to a Homeless Court strewn with dead bodies; a law suit is not as expeditious perhaps, as other methods, but at least one is not faced with prison time on a mass murder conviction): Homeless court balked at being named as a Defendant in Richard's federal case and settled by dismissing his camping charges, the Federal Court ordered the police to stop ticketing the homeless for 'camping' since the 'campers' are, in fact, constructing long term makeshift housing and shanty towns, the first that homeless campers saw of legitimate camp gear was about a year ago; when it was delivered to them by Danny, and his Christian charity, 'For Him Ministries,' in order to facilitate Brooke's case, which brings us up to the present.
Carter's propensity to grant bogus motions by writing idiot orders, is the latest step toward trashing County Parks: Carter bought into the assertion, constructed by the nonprofits, and parroted by Brooke, that there are more homeless people than there are low cost homes, and free shelters; (there are, does anyone ever ask why, has it occurred to anyone that if we ask why we can solve the problem with a simple algorithm). It's not about the equation: 100 homeless people plus 50 shelter spaces, leaves fifty "unhoused," people: That equation is not a legitimate consideration, rather, it should be the incentive for scrutinizing the Charities who rake in donations; to 'address,' (a euphemism for 'perpetuate),' the anti-social unhouseable population that they create. Brook refers to the Plaintiffs as the "unhoused," never alluding to why there is and what is meant by such a definition as "unhoused:" If we were to pocket the money allocated to eradicating the Bubonic plague we would all be dead, so, we are incentivized not to commit That fraud. Not so regarding homelessness, rather, we keep people in a state that would deter anyone, even the most casual observer, from taking a closer look, and then we blame the victim for the victimization that they suffer: when we contribute to and endorse the charities that construct the concept of 'the unhoused' an absurdity which enables charities to pocket the money donated to them, deflected from the purpose of alleviating homelessness; those 501c3s flourish at the expense of the "unhoused," in perpetuity, eternally siphoning the money generated by their authorship of the construction, "unhoused," into their own pockets, charities are well incentivized to line their coffers since clearly they suffer no repercussions.
The elephant in the room is the reality that the competition for undocumented money is everyone's greatest goal, charities take the lead. If we do not rescind 501c3 status, (no small feat) we are feeding the monster who creates a victim class of "unhoused," we do it in collaboration with the synergy of support groups, and public entities that are funded federally and through grants to 'deal with,' homelessness, such as, The SAPD Civic Center Homelessness Task Force, comprised of newcomers and misfit cops who are paid 100K per year, with little or no experience, they are paid more than any other police precinct beat cops in California. The criteria for admission is hard to meet, selection requires that the appointee have been canned from every other precinct: usually for being trigger happy, and killing too many arrestees, actually any Internal Affairs Complaint violation affirmation will qualify; if you joined the force, screwed up and suddenly found that you do not have a career in law enforcement the Homeless Task Force is the job that you get, but you have to be a total fuck-up.
SAPD Officer Randy Beckx is the Homeless Task Force liaison cop; he rounds up stray homeless people where they are wondering on the street, and takes them to the Mental Health Association of Orange County day center: When I stumbled upon two dozen rotting bodies in the abandoned YMCA, adjacent to the Civic Center, my guess was him. The dead turned out to be imports from Long Beach, some had been seen hanging out at the MHA Day Center, others were fellow gang members, who probably knew too much about coaxing new intakes into cars when Beckx determined that the intake had no family or affiliations, "Your problems are over, come with me..." no one ever saw any of the intakes again, so, I guess their problems were over, indeed; the body parts dealer likes to have a cop in his pocked wherever detached people can be harvested: hospitals are supposed to ask where human hearts come from, but rarely do they check, the profit margin on transplants is too great; for anyone to be bothered with all of that: The cop gets 50K per organ; the hospital charges 300K for the transplant. Money is always the most important factor in any equation. Everyone on the street knew what 'Task' the task force was performing, the tragic end, for those men from Long Beach, was foretold. I may have hastened it by blowing the whistle.
In order to save himself, a predator always kills the pack; to avoid being discovered. I'm still exposing dirty cops, but the police tell me that my days are numbered, they tell me that at nearly every encounter, "the next time it will be you." It gets old after 40 years. The nightmare of failure to save a worthy victim's life, especially if whistle blowing fails every time, puts perspective on worrying about one's own fate, the nightmare isn't going to diminished by avoiding the threats, so, why bother. Nothing feels worse than trying to save someone and getting the person killed instead. Maybe that fact is beyond cop comprehension. When you blow the whistle on a rat he springs forth from his corner and destroys the evidence, particularly if it's alive. I hope all of that catches up with Beckx and his brothers in blue.
Ghettoizing the homeless is big business, which works out very well for the heroin dealer: it guarantees a population of people who will be easily converted away from reintegrating into society and diverted to a career of drug addiction. If every homeless person were venued into permanent housing and provided with all of the accoutrements of social acceptability, the heroin based economy would fail or figure out a way to side track the addict back to addiction.
Yet, no one is trying to venue anyone into permanent rehabilitation. There are numerous antibuse products that work; none are being applied, because, rehabilitation that fails guarantees recidivism which guarantees grants and funding for rehabilitation and which fails... Antibuse has the effect of permanently terminating the desire to abuse substances. The obvious conclusion is that the heroin economy owes it's support to our (seemingly) legitimate social, political, and economic institutions.
Perhaps Brooke, is naive, maybe she is an un-initiate; an unknowing participant in the alternative economy; the drug economy, a system which keeps anyone from seeing the reality of disenfranchisement, and therefore, through no fault of her own she has a blind spot and a soft heart for the mentally ill drug addicted violent repeat offenders, who she terms 'disabled and unhoused.' Or, maybe she is just stupid, and has no idea that she is being duped by addicts and manipulated by drug dealers, in any event the result is the same: filings that comprise a total misconstruction of the facts. Lets have Brooke come up with the much needed algorithm to end homelessness: It's a lot of work for the person who takes it on, but at least it's not a dead end fed case comprised of anecdotal 'research,' and evidence exhibits that originate with a Register photographer, after the fact.
I illustrate all of my cases, I have never lost a case, but can you imagine what it looks like to the court when a Plaintiff's legal representative attempts to prove a case with ex post facto evidence borrowed from the local paparazzi: It looks cheap. Carter does not seem to mind.
Brook asked me to come up with some redeeming evidence; she was in a total panic, barking in customers at the River Trail. I tried to tell her that she isn't going to get cooperation from her Plaintiffs, because they are addicts and they think she is a patsy, "they are not going to cooperate, they would rather push you around and wait for it to rain drug money from the ACLU, nor are you going to get any validation from me, because I just do not like the case." Everyone at the River turned full around to tell her, 'Just walk away; it gets worse..." They meant for her to stop talking to me before I said anything even more discouraging, I apologized; she very graciously excused herself, without the usual predictable admonitions. (What lawyer ever didn't try to get the last word in, but then again this is one of her few first early cases, she isn't really a lawyer yet, not in any legitimate sense.)
As of yet the UCLU has not observed that shelter facilities will never match the need as long as perpetuating homelessness is a guaranteed return on the 501c3 grab for money, and money laundering. From it's inception Homeless Court dismissed everyone's camping charges, or any other charges, for that matter, (sans felony or drug) but they take their good sweet time about it and pad their budget with busywork (for defendants, while they do much of nothing). Richard sued, for the violation of his right to a speedy trial; he figured that in three years he had been to Homeless Court without results about 150 times.
Raj Sing, The Lyon of Punjab, (above) is the direct descendant of a long line of kings, and ended up in the same boat as Richard Holmes; receiving as many as 40 camping tickets in one thirty day period. But that was six years ago, why wasn't the ACLU there then, why are they here now?
Raj promised the OPD an arrest, on me, if they would back off. He probably should not have said that while I was listening: But, imagining that I wouldn't be he reported me to the police 100 times. I was never where he said I was, mainly because I never 'camped' in the River, I rode through on my bike to check on my drawing blind, before bed (which was somewhere else). He called them every time that he saw me: I just went there to draw. After spending all of that money tailing me without the eventuality of an arrest, the police started following Raj instead; they arrested him at his storage unit, which, serendipitously, was next to mine, and which contained copious quantities of drugs. He was deported to India, he really is the Maharaja of Punjab; India does not take criminals, no matter who. Raj ended up in Mexico's no man land, a desert swath dedicated to housing unclaimed exiles, the only food is rice, and needless to say, pot is not on the menu, much less speed.
Two years later the Maharanies of Punjab (Raj's sisters, who are physicians at UCI), got him reinstated to America where he has instantly and completely rehabilitated himself and assimilated into society: How You Ask! The alternative was a life in no man's land: Life in a furnace by day, freezing all night, with tarantulas while eating wormy rice. Prior to that, Raj ran the River Trail like a fiefdom. I was often amazed at his ability to reign over hundreds of willing lemmings, who would fetch munchies and drugs for him from Mary's while he lay on cushions all day reading, with Sharon, in the warmth of the British Petroleum burn off furnaces.
My concern, regarding bulldozing and rock storage, as a means of displacing the junky hovels, and shanty towns is: Why didn't HASMAT help out; the place was so disease infested that people were dying of Shillelagh and other communicable diseases. To say nothing of the piles and piles of discarded needles everywhere in sight, and the stench of death, and feces. The murders; the dog attacks; the rapes. The raids on each other's camps. And the felony vandalism of the wildlife. The Plaintiff referred to below, Danny, withdrew when the others stole his truck, molested his daughter and her friends, and threatened to kill his entire family: None of the lawyers or Plaintiffs have any clear knowledge or understanding of the community that they are addressing, because they did not discover it until Homeless Court make a violation of the camping ordinances and codes' unenforceable. Brook is always in a panic, trying to make her case viable. When in fact the only viable action at this point is a Claim to reinstate the prohibition against converting County Parks into squatter domains.
Bill Wise shows up to the Civic Center to doll out 'blind alley' legal advice via his "Legal Aid Society" branch, every Thursday. I don't know how these people get through the day, frankly; many homeless people, worthy street lawyers as well as people seeking help, show up to the Civic Center Legal Aid booth to tell Bill off. I met him about six months ago, I pointed out that two cops were instructing a Civic Center Business Park county worker to grab some very expensive bikes from outside of a tent, when a couple of 'campers' had left for the day with bus passes to MHA, "Bill, the cops know that those bikes are not abandoned, they just want to confiscate them, last year they auctioned off one hundred thousand dollars in bikes taken from homeless people, the money goes to augment the PD budget, they have been stealing bikes for three years, at about 100 grand per year." Bill replied, "Well, I'm not going to say anything, I want them to like me, if they complain I won't be able to have a booth out here." That's the Spirit! Bill Wiese, champion of racketeer cops. (Legal Aid and the Elder Center are the same thing).
OK, here is the excerpt of Brooke's motion
BROOKE
WEITZMAN SBN 301037
WILLIAM
WISE SBN 109468
ELDER
LAW AND DISABILITY RIGHTS CENTER
2372
Morse Ave, Suite 471, Irvine, California 92614
t.
949-407–9057
e.
bweitzman@eldrcenter.org
e.
bwise@eldrcenter.org
For
Him Ministries:
35.
Plaintiff FOR HIM MINISTRIES, founded in 2012, by Danny Sommerville,
is a local
unincorporated
community of women and men who assist homeless individuals in Orange
County. The group was formed by Danny Sommerville, who serves as the
group’s outreach coordinator. Mr. Sommerville has gone to the Santa
Ana river bed frequently over the past five years and almost daily
for the last two years. The group serves meals to individuals living
in the river bed, connects people to services, provides basic
necessities, and drives people to
access services, including showers, shelters, and medical care.
36.
Over the past few weeks, Mr. Sommerville has had to refocus a
substantial amount of time by FOR HIM MINISTRIES on helping unhoused
people who are forced to move further into the river bed, or forced
to move from the river bed by the County. The group is now compelled
to spend time assisting homeless individuals to protect and remove
their property before it is confiscated or thrown away by the County
workers. This is time that the group would have spent on providing
other assistance and connecting people to services.
Aside: Danny has not been to the Bike Trail "over the past few weeks, actually he has been gone for about two months, since his bike trail beneficiaries threatened to kill his daughter. Perhaps the author of the above X Parte motion, Brooke, uses the term "few" broadly. 'For Him Ministries' is not a "community" it's a Cash Grab Circus: Whenever people form a union to solicit donations, for a worthy cause, their real cause is to intercept those donations and divert them into their own pockets. For the past five years, Danny Summerville set up posh camps for people who were not forced 'here there, or, anywhere' but rather came to the River Trail of their own volition because the court ordered the cops to stop issuing citations there. The Exodus that supposedly deflected the focus of a substantial amount of time toward forced relocations from one patch of the river trail to another, regards one move from under the Chapman overpass, when a crack pipe fire burned the camp out, and the bridge had to be repaired, by which time that homeless colony had become so packed with garbage and excrement that it was inhabitable and would have had to have been quarantined. Originally colonies formed once the news that cops stopped ticketing 'campers,' hit the OC Weekly; it was a mad rush. Not like the rush West of the great depression, more like the gold rush; one stop shopping for drugs. "There's Drugs in Them Thar Hills!"
"Force," plays a very large part in the Claim and Arguments: As if ill people have no alternatives and are forced by the rule of tyranny into the river bed where they are further oppressed by the stark fist of removal that put them there. Below is a disabled cyclist who somehow escaped the fate of the "unhoused," in spite of the fact that he is not a self absorbed drug abuser; Oh, wait, I meant to say, because he isn't a career addict, in spite of the synergy of support groups intercepting donations and money destined for the poor, and living off of needy junkies, On, I mean, helping the needy.
Danny came out to the river with a truck full of things for homeless people to fight over like mud hens competing for bread ends, every Sunday. He took our orders and he always got people exactly what they asked for, in great measure. I asked for a self inflating mattress, presto he produced it; everyone dived after it; he snatched it out of someone's arms, "No, this is already taken, I have to hold onto it," he gave it me when everyone had left. There were hundreds of others. He could show up with tens of thousand of dollars worth of donations every time, but he never said how; Christians say, 'Jesus (Him) made this possible.' Arctic sleeping bags, at $600 bucks? Thank You Jesus: The resale value buys a not of heroin, Danny was very popular, but addiction manifests a lot of rage in it's victims. Eventually the wayside warehouse was gutted by an expert burglar. That particular volunteer, the one who managed to keep the junkies at bay for a while, finally moved to Seattle, leaving behind two black back packs stuffed with one hundred thousand dollar. I saw them both sitting dead center of the soon to be bull dozed abandoned camp. I figured some drug dealer had left them behind on his way to jail. But later in the day a slap happy homeless guy passed out a good portion to any passer by. He told people that the other back pack could be found by trekking through water (code for, it's in the Chapman tunnel, hundreds of people looked everywhere but there, I assume it's still on the first landing behind the three feet deep outer mote). Seattle is where people really need help more than heroin, but survival of the fittest dictates that the heroin addicts find a way to defeat the needy while providing for the greedy. The truly sick and disabled, simply die.
HEIDI ALWAYS SHOW UP WITH NOTHING
AND WALKS AWAY WITH A CORNUCOPIA OF CRAP:
Paul (lower left) determined to start his own 501c3, after all it worked for Heidi, however he plans to gear his non-profit toward studying people like Heidi, who impact the homeless one homeless person at a time, starting with herself; something that can only be accomplished by perpetuating homelessness, which would seem, in fact, to be the unwritten purpose of religious charity 501c3s: And for that we entitle them to blissfully pay no taxes. We really are just that flat out fucking stupid, oh, I mean we really are that kindly and accommodating; we indulge religious groups in financial freedoms just for trying, or for saying that they try. Actually just for Thinking that they can say that they really are trying; as long as they don't get caught in a lie, or a real estate scam, or anything that can't be swept under the rug while we look the other way. Now, if that is not money laundering what is?
Heidi is ACLU's main liaison, in the Homeless v. County cases, that way they don't actually have to talk to anybody icky. All that Heidi has to do is keep the homeless perpetually icky, so that they have no voice. The first time that I met Heidi, along the river, she stopped me for money, (I know Bill Gates; everyone asks me for money). It was a creepy ploy, because she meant to detain me, with a lot of unwelcome smug proselytizing, she did not have any intention of offering me any help or support, she gave me her card and extolled her virtues as a homeless advocate, admonishing me that I brought my (permanent irrevocable) problems on myself and only she could construct my situation definitively. Finally I said, "I don't have any problems, so stop making me a blamable victim. If this is about money I'll pass it along to Bill Gates or somebody who does write off donations..." She was not about to let me escape that easily; she asked me for cash, "Can you give me anything today?" I told her that I really am homeless, she didn't comprehend what I said, "I'm not addicted to money; I live this way." (Maybe not in the irredeemable way that she would like the grist for her cash mill to exist.) I told her that if she wants money she should ask Melony (Mrs. Indian Tony), who pinched four billion dollars off of Google, and is happily partying to her death; it only took her husband two months to booze himself off of the Katella overpass to his death).
Heidi (in red) told me that she and three men had siphoned enough money, intended for the homeless, to buy themselves a ranch, "...I bought a huge complex in Nevada, I'm never going to be homeless again, and I have three men to work my ranch for me..." She looked at me expectantly, she expected applause or approval. She laid out her whole 'success from scratch story,' and added that she had rescued the three men from homelessness and given them meaningful work. I called it Slavery. At every encounter she rebukes and shuns me for not applauding her; I told her that '501c3' and 'Prison' can be synonymous, if the FBI finds out that one's stated mission does not match one's fraudulent intent. That's just the sort of killjoy who I am. She and Paul interrogate me for my opinion about the law anyway, I'm guessing so that they can get an edge on their opposition.
When I met Heidi,
a year ago; she looked
like Bag Lady of the Year,
now, she looks like Martha Stewart:
Danny always brought tents and tarps and air mattresses, copious quantities of food, and clothes, distributed by dozens of cheerful benevolent volunteers: every homeless person got as much as they could carry, or cart away. But he stopped coming when his beneficiaries found out where he lived and went there with threats to kill his entire family. No one has any idea where the family fled to, and Danny plans on keeping it that way. Life in the park is a stint in the lap of luxury, thanks to tax deductible charities. And this is what the homeless do with it:
They move into the wooded areas adjacent to Angel Stadium. Because, breaking into cars in the Angel Stadium parking lot (horizon) is a very lucrative racket.
Lets give him an A for effort.
Actually the only people giving him a pat on the back are the people who get and keep the charitable contributions and resources; intercepted on the way to those for whom it might have made a difference, we will never know. Heidi gives the disabled her total support, as did Danny before he bailed out of the picture entirely as a precaution against being killed. Heidi doesn't bring anything that anyone wants, nor does she bring the attention of the police: She has no daughters for any disabled people to molest. Paroled sex offenders, disabled or not, would rather become murderers than serve out their lengthy sentences.
Back to the media account of the case:
Sobel, the lead attorney in the suit, is
known for challenging local government actions against homeless people
and winning. She was a lead attorney in the historic Jones v. City of
Los Angeles case, in which the 9th Circuit ruled that it was
unconstitutional for the city to punish homeless people for sleeping on
the street when shelter beds were unavailable.
She also represented homeless people in a case that led to a 2012 ruling by the 9th Circuit that placed restrictions on government’s ability to seize homeless people’s possessions.
Nick Gerda covers county government and Santa Ana for Voice of OC. You can contact him at ngerda@voiceofoc.org."
This law suit seems ridiculous to me: The causes are spread out like buckshot. Brooke has no evidence at all, none. She asked me for photos; since I have been drawing and photographing wildlife in the park for forty years. I have buckets of evidence to the contrary of what her case asserts. For example; people who want to claim their stuff are given bus passes, and often pick their stuff up before it gets carted up the hill to Saddleback.
There used to be camp raids by the OPD and the County, and there were sweeps as well, about six years ago, where specific people would be ticketed as many as forty times in one month, but that is the stuff of legend, none of the new-comers (Plaintiffs) have ever experience that. They know about it, and they think that they are smarter than the people who used to experience it, so, even though it has not happened to them they want to jump on the cash grab law suit gravy train. Meth makes people imagine that they are brilliant. I don't know what drug, if any, Brooke is on, she seems normal to me, she did very well in law school. This is her confidante, Dwight Smith of Santa Ana Catholic Worker Isaiah House:
Dwight has been addicted to percocet for twenty years, he can't walk without a walker now, because the resultant damage to his his inner ear equilibrium is so advanced, and he has to wear a body brace; Dwight and Brooke are inseparable. When I meet with them on Thursdays Dwight talks in a non-stop oratory about how nonchallant medical treatment addicted him to the perco family. (Or did his devotion to the perco family result in his medical problems, no junky will ever say so). I do not mind being cast as malevolent by these clowns; they can say whatever they want about me, but the fact is that they destroy a lot of lives, along with their own, in the name of The Great Intercept, oh, I mean benevolence and the lifelong commitment to charity; when Mr. Jones comes a knocking. In an interview, Paul pointed out that killing people who intercept the intercept; those trying to hold charities accountable for fraud, is on every drug addicts agenda: They rarely seem to be held accountable; untimely death?
I wonder, every time I find myself in a junky colony, will today be my last drawing session. I go in there to draw, but I don't think I will come out. Ten conniving, plotting, murderous meth addicts circling me like wolves, what are the odds? The colony that sprang up around my drawing blind, thanks to Judge Carter and his Court-O-Crap, has informed me that they are conducting and expansion and that I am done, or they are done with me, "You are done here, anyway, and I (Sterling) plan on having a lot more people move in...you aren't staying here, so, we are taking this side..." Sterling has a lot of weapons, and he likes to brandish them, all night long every night. He claims that he does it as therapy for his bipolar disorder, he has a lot of disorders. Waiting to be killed is annoying, waiting for someone to kill might have become tedious for him, so he is picking up the pace by noticing me that I am what he considers a viable target for removal. I responded, "Actually, I'll tell you what I tell everyone who socks in where I am already set up: Witness tampering is a felony, so you probably don't want to talk to me or have any run-ins with me, because I am on the County's side; Brooke asked me for photo evidence to support your case, but my photos support the County and I guess they know that, maybe they heard it at Legal Aid, that's where we were talking about the case, anyway the County asked for the photos, and I said yes, which makes me a witness for the Defense, and just like you, I have the FBI looking over my shoulder, and arresting people for witness tampering." Sterling instantly came up with a personal encounter with the County in which his stuff was stolen. I told him to write an affidavit about it, "that Brooke can use for the Plaintiffs." He said he would, but the difficulty is that all of the people who could contribute something to Brooke's case, are illiterate, so, they can't. They would if the could, but in spite of all of the ACLU's hand holding, they can't. There is an 'ego-impass' they are incapable of managing to do anything without shoot themselves in the foot. Their testimony would give them away as detached, as in, The Lord of the Flies. Their rule of the River Trail would astound and horrify any observer, particularly a recollection of it in court. These people, Plaintiffs, are detached from any morality that does not serve their most degenerate inclinations. I had a lovely little blind all by myself, until Sterling got kicked out of Camp Cash Grab for battering his wife, and relocated to the median where I draw, and now he is installing his minions: all advocates for meth addiction. Naturally I taped the encounter, because you would have to hear it to believe it. They champion meth, and in the same breathe claim that not one of them uses it, but it's the greatest thing since slice bread. Junky mom in the ever growing sprawling junky hovel that she constructed by tearing down my blind, who shows up to Mary's Kitchen in a Meth Rage, breaking things and yelling at a toddler, according to Sterling, "never takes drugs, I'm her husbands good friend, he says she doesn't use meth." Believe me that is not a coffee buzz she is feeling when she spends ten hours sweeping dirt, from off of the dirt, because the dirt might get dirty. followed by another hours on end stint of screaming at her husband and her kids, (actually I think it's two couples, they put up curtains so that I can't see, in spite of the fact that they built their hovel right in my blind on top of my veil. But yesterday they took all of the curtains and partitions down, I assume because Sterling told them that he planned to kick me out. I started with a small veil over a shade tent, with a beach blanket, and an inflatable poor mattress, I also had a Park permissible folding chair. But the chair disappeared: As did anything else that was there when I was not. Around me has grown an anti-social colony of militarize meth addicts, who like to there day, my work day, with heavy metal music blasting away any wildlife I might have drawn. At 10:AM I used to meditate, but that seems to be the battle hour for couples, and the screaming hour for toddlers, it's also the barking hour for pit bull and rat dogs.
For forty years, since art school in 1971, (OK well, a little bit more than 40, more like 50) I've come to the river to draw. This year started as all have; my little drawing blind overlooking the vultures, Gurt and Bert:
I met Dwight, Mrs. Dwight, and Charles, 20 years ago. Dwight asked me, "Do you have any pain killer prescriptions, if you do, I'll pay for them but you have to give me half." After about a year of that CVS Pharmacy barred him from filling prescriptions for the homeless. Dwight Smith and Rush Limbaugh have the exact same syndrome: Robbing from the rich to give drugs to himself. I suppose it's not robbery if the rich are fleeced willingly. Both Rush and Dwight have reached capacity, which is about 100 pills per day. Actually I think I heard that Rush is up to 150 percodans per day. That's the company I keep, sigh of exasperation; some people have a fly on the wall of the great think tank scholars, but I am tuned in to the scammers who use think tanks to launder money, argh). There is something to be said for 'quality of life' crimes, in that re-instituting them would be uplifting, after so many years of contamination. The laws against alternative living have all been rescinded. That escaped Brooke's attention, understandably. Twenty years ago it was unlawful to contribute 'Blight,' to a community. The Tobey president brought those laws into question: The Tobey case was promptly unpublished. Tobey prevailed; junky hovels were henceforth decriminalized, the decision stated that squalor did not impact the quality of life of the property owner on whose land junkies squatted.
Leiah recently did her hair silver, which gives her a classy platinum blond appearance, she looks devastatingly beautiful and upper class: But, I don't have any recent pictures, what a shame.
Brooke may not have noticed that Dwight and Leiah Smith have been backed into a corner by just about all of their benefactors, and like with any rat, the time is ripe for Brooke to retreat: She will figure it out. I took about five minutes. I wonder how long it takes Brooke to do Rubik's cube; I can clock in at 3 minutes. The average person takes three days: Stay tuned, yes it's a set up, but I can't resist, from now on, the Thursday (bored to death) meetings with Brook and Dwight at the Bus Depot Legal Aid Booth are about to become a test of Brooks potential: Ah, the plot thickens!
Brooke stopped talking to me when I said that her case is absurd, "...the camps are all meth labs and junky hovels, none are wilderness worthy, the inhabitants are mentally ill violent repeat offenders with drug addictions, most are burglars, batters, pedophiles and sex offenders. I have worked in the River Parks for forty years, I have never met anyone there who has no felonies. (I guess because the felons pick the uninitiated off immediately; to take the fall for whatever crime racket. Maybe the mythical deserving homeless person, down on his luck, was here, but he probably lasted about a week, before the gauntlet used him as grist for the felony arrest mill..." At length I stopped talking: That's when Brooke decided that we would not be friends. (Go Figure!)
The crux of Brooke's legal argument is flat out stupid; that the American's with Disabilities Act was violated when the County workers hauled away tarps (tarps are banned in County Parks, as are tents, and camping is unlawful):
There used to be camp raids by the OPD and the County, and there were sweeps as well, about six years ago, where specific people would be ticketed as many as forty times in one month, but that is the stuff of legend, none of the new-comers (Plaintiffs) have ever experience that. They know about it, and they think that they are smarter than the people who used to experience it, so, even though it has not happened to them they want to jump on the cash grab law suit gravy train. Meth makes people imagine that they are brilliant. I don't know what drug, if any, Brooke is on, she seems normal to me, she did very well in law school. This is her confidante, Dwight Smith of Santa Ana Catholic Worker Isaiah House:
Dwight has been addicted to percocet for twenty years, he can't walk without a walker now, because the resultant damage to his his inner ear equilibrium is so advanced, and he has to wear a body brace; Dwight and Brooke are inseparable. When I meet with them on Thursdays Dwight talks in a non-stop oratory about how nonchallant medical treatment addicted him to the perco family. (Or did his devotion to the perco family result in his medical problems, no junky will ever say so). I do not mind being cast as malevolent by these clowns; they can say whatever they want about me, but the fact is that they destroy a lot of lives, along with their own, in the name of The Great Intercept, oh, I mean benevolence and the lifelong commitment to charity; when Mr. Jones comes a knocking. In an interview, Paul pointed out that killing people who intercept the intercept; those trying to hold charities accountable for fraud, is on every drug addicts agenda: They rarely seem to be held accountable; untimely death?
I wonder, every time I find myself in a junky colony, will today be my last drawing session. I go in there to draw, but I don't think I will come out. Ten conniving, plotting, murderous meth addicts circling me like wolves, what are the odds? The colony that sprang up around my drawing blind, thanks to Judge Carter and his Court-O-Crap, has informed me that they are conducting and expansion and that I am done, or they are done with me, "You are done here, anyway, and I (Sterling) plan on having a lot more people move in...you aren't staying here, so, we are taking this side..." Sterling has a lot of weapons, and he likes to brandish them, all night long every night. He claims that he does it as therapy for his bipolar disorder, he has a lot of disorders. Waiting to be killed is annoying, waiting for someone to kill might have become tedious for him, so he is picking up the pace by noticing me that I am what he considers a viable target for removal. I responded, "Actually, I'll tell you what I tell everyone who socks in where I am already set up: Witness tampering is a felony, so you probably don't want to talk to me or have any run-ins with me, because I am on the County's side; Brooke asked me for photo evidence to support your case, but my photos support the County and I guess they know that, maybe they heard it at Legal Aid, that's where we were talking about the case, anyway the County asked for the photos, and I said yes, which makes me a witness for the Defense, and just like you, I have the FBI looking over my shoulder, and arresting people for witness tampering." Sterling instantly came up with a personal encounter with the County in which his stuff was stolen. I told him to write an affidavit about it, "that Brooke can use for the Plaintiffs." He said he would, but the difficulty is that all of the people who could contribute something to Brooke's case, are illiterate, so, they can't. They would if the could, but in spite of all of the ACLU's hand holding, they can't. There is an 'ego-impass' they are incapable of managing to do anything without shoot themselves in the foot. Their testimony would give them away as detached, as in, The Lord of the Flies. Their rule of the River Trail would astound and horrify any observer, particularly a recollection of it in court. These people, Plaintiffs, are detached from any morality that does not serve their most degenerate inclinations. I had a lovely little blind all by myself, until Sterling got kicked out of Camp Cash Grab for battering his wife, and relocated to the median where I draw, and now he is installing his minions: all advocates for meth addiction. Naturally I taped the encounter, because you would have to hear it to believe it. They champion meth, and in the same breathe claim that not one of them uses it, but it's the greatest thing since slice bread. Junky mom in the ever growing sprawling junky hovel that she constructed by tearing down my blind, who shows up to Mary's Kitchen in a Meth Rage, breaking things and yelling at a toddler, according to Sterling, "never takes drugs, I'm her husbands good friend, he says she doesn't use meth." Believe me that is not a coffee buzz she is feeling when she spends ten hours sweeping dirt, from off of the dirt, because the dirt might get dirty. followed by another hours on end stint of screaming at her husband and her kids, (actually I think it's two couples, they put up curtains so that I can't see, in spite of the fact that they built their hovel right in my blind on top of my veil. But yesterday they took all of the curtains and partitions down, I assume because Sterling told them that he planned to kick me out. I started with a small veil over a shade tent, with a beach blanket, and an inflatable poor mattress, I also had a Park permissible folding chair. But the chair disappeared: As did anything else that was there when I was not. Around me has grown an anti-social colony of militarize meth addicts, who like to there day, my work day, with heavy metal music blasting away any wildlife I might have drawn. At 10:AM I used to meditate, but that seems to be the battle hour for couples, and the screaming hour for toddlers, it's also the barking hour for pit bull and rat dogs.
For forty years, since art school in 1971, (OK well, a little bit more than 40, more like 50) I've come to the river to draw. This year started as all have; my little drawing blind overlooking the vultures, Gurt and Bert:
Leiah recently did her hair silver, which gives her a classy platinum blond appearance, she looks devastatingly beautiful and upper class: But, I don't have any recent pictures, what a shame.
Brooke may not have noticed that Dwight and Leiah Smith have been backed into a corner by just about all of their benefactors, and like with any rat, the time is ripe for Brooke to retreat: She will figure it out. I took about five minutes. I wonder how long it takes Brooke to do Rubik's cube; I can clock in at 3 minutes. The average person takes three days: Stay tuned, yes it's a set up, but I can't resist, from now on, the Thursday (bored to death) meetings with Brook and Dwight at the Bus Depot Legal Aid Booth are about to become a test of Brooks potential: Ah, the plot thickens!
Brooke stopped talking to me when I said that her case is absurd, "...the camps are all meth labs and junky hovels, none are wilderness worthy, the inhabitants are mentally ill violent repeat offenders with drug addictions, most are burglars, batters, pedophiles and sex offenders. I have worked in the River Parks for forty years, I have never met anyone there who has no felonies. (I guess because the felons pick the uninitiated off immediately; to take the fall for whatever crime racket. Maybe the mythical deserving homeless person, down on his luck, was here, but he probably lasted about a week, before the gauntlet used him as grist for the felony arrest mill..." At length I stopped talking: That's when Brooke decided that we would not be friends. (Go Figure!)
The crux of Brooke's legal argument is flat out stupid; that the American's with Disabilities Act was violated when the County workers hauled away tarps (tarps are banned in County Parks, as are tents, and camping is unlawful):
Section
11135(a) of the California Government Code provides in
pertinent
part: “No person in the State of California shall, on the basis of
... disability, ... be unlawfully subjected to discrimination under
any program or activity that is funded directly by, or receives any
financial assistance from, the state.
Brooke rambles on and on, in her arguments, about the suffering caused by the derivation of tarps, but never addresses the rampant felony vandalism that these junky colonies enact on wildlife. The legal term for what Brooke has conjured is 'Fruit of the Poisoned Tree;' it is not permissible to invoke or rely on your rights when you are in the commission of a crime.
This from:
This from:
Orange County has been sued for the second time in four days over allegations that it broke the law when it recently cleared out portions of a homeless encampment along the riverbed in Orange to make room to stockpile boulders and sand for flood control purposes.
The federal lawsuit, filed Monday on behalf of several homeless people, alleges that during the county’s actions last week and in recent months, workers destroyed some property belonging to homeless people and moved other items to a remote Lake Forest location that made it nearly impossible for the people to retrieve their things.
Some of the allegations directly contradict the county’s account of how it acted in relocating the homeless. County spokeswoman Carrie Braun said that all homeless people who moved last week agreed to the relocation, that public employees helped them sort through their belongings to separate valued property from trash, and that the workers later helped them move their items. Braun said the homeless were also referred to local shelters and linked with other county services.
Monday’s lawsuit comes only days after the ACLU filed its own federal lawsuit, requesting a temporary restraining order against county officials, alleging that fences they erected or patched as part of the project have “imprisoned” people in the riverbed. The county has denied that accusation, saying it has provided four access points along the project area. The ACLU’s motion will be heard in court Thursday.
Nick Mastrisciano, who suffers from a traumatic brain injury, was one of five homeless people to sue the county in the most recent lawsuit. According to the complaint, on Feb. 8, he was given one hour to remove his property, but his disability made it difficult to relocate in that amount of time, causing him to lose his driver’s license, telephone, blankets, sleeping bag, clothes, important paperwork and other belongings.
While the lawsuit claims that some of Mastrisciano’s property was thrown away, it claims that other items likely were transported to a Lake Forest facility where the homeless were told they could retrieve their belongings.
But Attorney Brooke Weitzman, of the Elder Law and Disability Rights Center, who filed the suit on behalf of Mastrisciano and others, said the county has made it exceedingly difficult for homeless people to reclaim their stuff.
“The person needs to have a charged cell phone, they need to call and make an appointment for the one hour it’s open, they need to get to Lake Forest which is (a long distance) away, and once there, they need to identify their stuff, for which they were given no individual receipt,” Weitzman said. “That’s all tough for people who often have significant and multiple disabilities.”
Braun said the county has stored homeless people’s belongings it collected in the Lake Forest facility even before the riverbed public works project, and that county staff are discussing alternate processes.
I wonder if Mastrisciano is the obnoxious guy who has a tent across the Trail from my drawing blind: He calls himself MJ, he has a bullet in his brain from a home invasion robbery: The ACLU case is a very big deal to him, he calls the ACLU constantly, on speed dial, as a sort of Theater of the Powerful. The other Plaintiff proclaims his superiority in the same manner, by invoking his access to FBI protection; neither Plaintiff seems to understand that the issue is 'witness tampering,' of which there is none. The FBI is about crime not civil rights. Both Plaintiff's call the FBI whenever the County Dept. of Works posts a notice. There is no crime; that's their job; the FBI can't threaten them with arrest unless they are intimidating the Plaintiff/witnesses.
Brook is at that camp a lot. MJ has a wife, and I think he has a mother in law there as well, all in different tents. His mother in law had a cat on a halter but it escaped.
Everyone else has pit bulls or tiny dogs, which is probably why the cat took off. MJ is too stoned to actually participate in the case. I assume that he won't be required to show up to court, although, the ACLU has been by several times to through a snit fit about his disinterest in being on their schedule.
The entire case is like that, ridiculous. It's just musical chairs to the junkies, with a rainbow and a pot of gold at the end. Brooke does not see that she is being had. That none of these people are long suffering, well meaning, downtrodden, or disenfranchised. They are racketeers, scammers with a opportunist's eye toward engineering the acquisition of drugs. Brooke does not have to put up with their abuse all day every day, like the people who have a legitimate purpose for being in the park do. Drug addicted mentally ill violent repeat offenders are dangerous, Everyone in Camp Cash Grab has something to say about their involvement in the Carter Court case, and what they say has a lot more to do with getting drugs advanced on the anticipated damages award, then it does with civil rights. Most often I hear, "You are not a part of this, if you don't live here you don't belong here." I hear that said to just about everyone, outside of their clique of meth addicts converting the Trail into a productive meth manufacturing 'park.' Most often I hear it before they beat intruders to a pulp. Which they find time for in their busy schedule of raping, pillaging, and plundering each other's camps.
The federal lawsuit, filed Monday on behalf of several homeless people, alleges that during the county’s actions last week and in recent months, workers destroyed some property belonging to homeless people and moved other items to a remote Lake Forest location that made it nearly impossible for the people to retrieve their things.
Some of the allegations directly contradict the county’s account of how it acted in relocating the homeless. County spokeswoman Carrie Braun said that all homeless people who moved last week agreed to the relocation, that public employees helped them sort through their belongings to separate valued property from trash, and that the workers later helped them move their items. Braun said the homeless were also referred to local shelters and linked with other county services.
Monday’s lawsuit comes only days after the ACLU filed its own federal lawsuit, requesting a temporary restraining order against county officials, alleging that fences they erected or patched as part of the project have “imprisoned” people in the riverbed. The county has denied that accusation, saying it has provided four access points along the project area. The ACLU’s motion will be heard in court Thursday.
Nick Mastrisciano, who suffers from a traumatic brain injury, was one of five homeless people to sue the county in the most recent lawsuit. According to the complaint, on Feb. 8, he was given one hour to remove his property, but his disability made it difficult to relocate in that amount of time, causing him to lose his driver’s license, telephone, blankets, sleeping bag, clothes, important paperwork and other belongings.
While the lawsuit claims that some of Mastrisciano’s property was thrown away, it claims that other items likely were transported to a Lake Forest facility where the homeless were told they could retrieve their belongings.
But Attorney Brooke Weitzman, of the Elder Law and Disability Rights Center, who filed the suit on behalf of Mastrisciano and others, said the county has made it exceedingly difficult for homeless people to reclaim their stuff.
“The person needs to have a charged cell phone, they need to call and make an appointment for the one hour it’s open, they need to get to Lake Forest which is (a long distance) away, and once there, they need to identify their stuff, for which they were given no individual receipt,” Weitzman said. “That’s all tough for people who often have significant and multiple disabilities.”
Braun said the county has stored homeless people’s belongings it collected in the Lake Forest facility even before the riverbed public works project, and that county staff are discussing alternate processes.
I wonder if Mastrisciano is the obnoxious guy who has a tent across the Trail from my drawing blind: He calls himself MJ, he has a bullet in his brain from a home invasion robbery: The ACLU case is a very big deal to him, he calls the ACLU constantly, on speed dial, as a sort of Theater of the Powerful. The other Plaintiff proclaims his superiority in the same manner, by invoking his access to FBI protection; neither Plaintiff seems to understand that the issue is 'witness tampering,' of which there is none. The FBI is about crime not civil rights. Both Plaintiff's call the FBI whenever the County Dept. of Works posts a notice. There is no crime; that's their job; the FBI can't threaten them with arrest unless they are intimidating the Plaintiff/witnesses.
Brook is at that camp a lot. MJ has a wife, and I think he has a mother in law there as well, all in different tents. His mother in law had a cat on a halter but it escaped.
Everyone else has pit bulls or tiny dogs, which is probably why the cat took off. MJ is too stoned to actually participate in the case. I assume that he won't be required to show up to court, although, the ACLU has been by several times to through a snit fit about his disinterest in being on their schedule.
The entire case is like that, ridiculous. It's just musical chairs to the junkies, with a rainbow and a pot of gold at the end. Brooke does not see that she is being had. That none of these people are long suffering, well meaning, downtrodden, or disenfranchised. They are racketeers, scammers with a opportunist's eye toward engineering the acquisition of drugs. Brooke does not have to put up with their abuse all day every day, like the people who have a legitimate purpose for being in the park do. Drug addicted mentally ill violent repeat offenders are dangerous, Everyone in Camp Cash Grab has something to say about their involvement in the Carter Court case, and what they say has a lot more to do with getting drugs advanced on the anticipated damages award, then it does with civil rights. Most often I hear, "You are not a part of this, if you don't live here you don't belong here." I hear that said to just about everyone, outside of their clique of meth addicts converting the Trail into a productive meth manufacturing 'park.' Most often I hear it before they beat intruders to a pulp. Which they find time for in their busy schedule of raping, pillaging, and plundering each other's camps.
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