Brooke is back from Canada. Here (above) she is pictured telling one of the five Plaintiffs in the case that she lost against the County that if the campers have to leave they will get a 72 hour notice, "...but you won't have to, the worst that can happen is the County can say that the park is closed between 6:PM and daylight..." Which it is, and they will say exactly that when they arrest everyone in sight for being there, and that's all she wrote. I don't see how Brooke has the nerve to have paid herself three hundred bucks per hour, in billable hours, of court costs, and then turn around and tell the Plaintiffs that 'The County refused to pay anything..." They didn't 'refuse to pay anything' until she totally lost the case, by not having any evidence at all, yet she paid herself big bucks for churning dozens of motions and submitting a boatload of pointless paper work, by settling for court costs, so she made out like a bandit, and everyone else is screwed.
That's the kind of lawyer she will always be, because that is what works for her. She delivered the verdict in a loud 'commanding' steady stream that let no one in, no comments. Just the world according to Brooke; Princess Leiah, wronged by the County: The Dark Side. She had gained thirty pounds, I didn't actually think it was her at first. She blamed her Plaintiffs, even after she had pauperized them by letting them borrow (from their drug dealers) on her promises of five grand each, she said, "The County won because there are too many cars using the bike path..." The list of abuses by the very people who she put on County property, in order to bring her case, and get her money, was extensive, right on cue the "...dogs off of leash..." started attacking bike riders.
Her blamable victims seemed to think that she had a point, as if they lost because they just could not live by the County rules. As if they are their own blamable victims, when in fact they are Brookes victims: In reality they lost because there never was a case to win, all that was there was a cash cow for Brooke. One of the people who I had warned about that outcome was looking at me in shock and horror, that I, who was told 'you are not a part of this' predicted the outcome. I wanted to laugh.The pied piper, had marched them off of a cliff, and their broken contract was not even with her, it was with their drug dealer. Doug would be very proud of Brooke.

Just the day before, the Protector, who figures his protection as too exclusive for me while Ruby tried to steal my tent with me in it. He had mirking about my ostracized position, my lack of entitlement to recourse, while he and Queen Chris and Elaine were socked in to make out like righteous bandits robbing from the rich County to give to their drug dealer. No Such Luck Suckers.
Brook never actually said that it's over, everyone looked confused, she said, "They could tell everyone to be out by 6:PM but They Won't Dare Do THAT! It would mean that the park would be closed to everyone after dark, not just homeless people, but to people who ride through the park on their way to work, the night shift..." I pointed out that no one uses the park for that, she insisted that they do.
Those people, with a legitimate purpose, will still use the park, it's the homeless drug addicts who won't be able to, Brook didn't want to say that. So, she strutted around with righteous indignation, berating the tenacity of the Park. I'm guessing that the sweeps will start tonight, or the next night. I'm betting that the entire campaign is already underway. She added, "They can make you pack up everything into a bundle during the day, three by three feet, but they can't tell you not to sleep here." Actually they can and will. And everything that calls itself a homestead will be hauled off to the Saddleback Storage facility, or the dump, just like before, the next time that the gardeners come through it will be to cart away meth labs. FINALLY!

She was totally enthralled with herself, reading all of the stipulations that the County had either demanded or agreed to. NONE of it gained an inch for the Plaintiffs, it was things like, instead of taking people's tent when they are not there and only giving them back if you go to get them during the one hour per week that the Saddleback storage is maned, now, you can go during a three hour time slot. In case you miss the bus I guess, and get there late. She had a big stack of paper and was reading the entire thing, bemoaning the evil Darth Vadar County, as if it was a manifesto, it might have been 80 pages, she probably got court costs of three hundred dollars per page, I'm guessing she got about two hundred thousand dollars just for that document. She won, everyone else lost. She will be driving a new car, and she won't be using it to pick up Dwight for legal aid. How could all of those people have been dumb enough to believe that Brook would win. They kept saying, 'well, I guess it's OK, I mean, we can stay here right." She never said no, but everything that she read meant no, they all looked puzzled. She kept feeding them hope even though it's completely homeless and over. No one said anything like WTF.

Brooke was talking too quickly for anyone to digest any of it. She started berating the City Council, she said that the next meeting was going to put homeless housing on the agenda, and she added Princess Leiah style, "They are going to miraculously generate housing out of thin air..." Like we should all stand up and cheer her on for her astuteness, but everyone was too depressed to move. I wanted to ask, "How Much Did You Make," but her answer would have been, 'I only got court costs.' Like that was some sort of despondent pittance. She started telling me how to get a lawyer for my Fed section 1983 False Arrest, I said, "I know how to get a lawyer (oh self proclaimed savior of Les Misserables). She boasted that she would eventually be a full time "False Arrest Lawyer," she means Civil Rights attorney, but for now she is committed to representing the elderly on eldercare issues. I looked at the old lady Plaintiff who she had just told to get SSI, since the case had tanked and camping isn't housing, "Oh, but you can get SSI, and that is housing, you will get what you need..." But not from Brooke. Creepy. If these people could get housing and live in society they would have, they can't. They all got taken because they are on drugs. They are on drugs because that is the only part of our economy where they fit, thanks to Judge David O. Connor who put a generation in jail and created a population of disenfranchised latch key kids. I wonder if they will get it. I saw Doug give Brooke a look that said, "This is only about money if you don't get it you are an idiot and will be passed over." He gives that look to anyone who is less greedy than he is, and he applies that attitude to everything including stealing kids to sell for drug money. Can there be a bigger wedge between us? I can ignore that hate stare of his, but I don't think she could have, and she certainly got her share of the pie, even if no one else did. I'm guessing he thinks it's a great coup, but he is going to snub her just on principle.

Yesterday, June 2, 2017, Mom of the Year, in a tent next to where I draw, got into a fight with a man she had stolen a bike from, it was so loud and so violent that I thought they might kill each other, she kept screaming that he had a gun, but probably only because he is on parole, and drawing the cops would get rid of him so that she could keep the bike. I am going to make a copy of the screaming match for the Homeless Cops, because she screams at everyone all day like that, and has for the past four months, in front of her three year old. It is so horrible and vitriolic, that I think the cops will get her some mental health help when they hear it. It is stunningly vicious. I did write them a letter about her, but a letter does not convey how insane she is.

Letter to The OPD Homeless Cops:

To: mbailey@orangepd.org

June 1, 2017

Dear Sirs, A few days ago, the little girl, pictured, came running up to me while I was on the bike trail. She said that her name is Jasmine, and she is three, her mother was not there. They live in the tented area pictured, on the northeast side of the rail road tracks, past Katella at Struck, in the Santa Ana River Bike Trail Park.

Eventually her mother, “Ruby,” returned. I don't think that Jasmine has ever been out of the tent; she smelled like urine, and was filthy. This morning I heard her mother say, “Do you know how happy I am to see your face!” Her mother despises Jasmine; I have to assume it was an act, or that I was overhearing someone else; Ruby is a screaming banshee who launches hate at everyone all of the time, 'Shut-Up-Bitch' is the name Ruby calls her kid, all day, every day, I only heard Jasmine's real name for the first time when Jasmine stopped me on the bike trail to introduce herself (pictured).

Helicopters were searching for Jasmine a day ago, she was discovered at her fathers tent, and may have been relocated to Orangewood. I am sure that Orangewood would be a vast improvement for her.

In the entire time that Jasmine was in the tent next to my drawing blind I have never heard her parents call her anything other than, “Shut up bitch,” yelling at her from dawn until I leave at about noon, the father threatens to hang her, I have this on tape since he threatens her while the egrets that I record are approaching; the Vietnamese language is based on Egret sounds, "Shut-Up-Bitch, do you want me to hang you like I did her." I'm guessing that there is a doll hung in effigy, or, a dead pet.

On the evening before the search, Ruby and a group of people got into a knife fight over a dog, Luna; Ruby has owned Luna as long as she has lived in the tent with Jasmine, next to me, about four months. Ruby had given Luna to a couple, but Ruby then stole Luna back and sold Luna to her drug dealer, another dog also 'disappeared;' the couple eventually reclaimed Luna. My observation is that Luna did not appear to have been fed or watered sufficiently for the duration of her life when Ruby had her; Luna was staked on a short leash, and neglected. Luna is better taken care of by the knife fight couple, Luna appears happy and healthy now.

Late yesterday afternoon I finished drawing; I heard 'Ruby' and a man saying, “Lets take the pop-up tent, lets take everything...” While I was in my drawing blind /pop up tent, they raided it, I flashed a light in the mans face, he left; they expressed disappointment that I was inside, "What the fuck Ruby, she is in it!" I told the camp cop, he said, “So what, it's not my problem.” Ruby is a very pretty girl, she looks like a pre-teen, friendly, drug addicted, people tend to look the other way and hope for the best regarding her. She could be an overlooked sociopath: her 'who little ol me, naa, I wouldn't hurt a fly' persona is believable because she looks like a pre-teen, but in fact she rails and screams like a madwoman. Her 'camp' is a dust bowl, she spends hours making sure that not one single blade of grass escapes eradication, same with the branch ceiling, every leaf and twig are laboriously exfoliated, and then she repeats the entire process, sweeping picking, sweeping picking. She has a reputation for conducting raids on unattended tents, to and from her drug dealer's tent on the other side of Katella.

Ruby fights with her husband constantly screaming and yelling, “You said you love me, but you are never here, didn't I get you all the drugs you wanted...” Killing each other is always on the agenda. This full volume meth manifested war zone atmosphere is very damaging to children, when her husband is there Ruby screams at him relentlessly, when he is not there, Ruby yells in a steady stream at 'Shut-Up-Bitch,' for hours on end, 'Shut-Up-Bitch' is barely three years old, yet she is the root of all evil according to her mother. When both, mother and father, are there they are both yelling at 'Shut-Up-Bitch,' threatening to kill her, or each other. People in the adjoining camp have noted that Jasmine is not toilet trained, at three, and cries for food and water all of the time. The self appointed king and queen of the camp threaten anyone who attempts to expose Ruby.

My observation is that Jasmine needs to find new parents, before her parents kill her: When she discovered me on my bike, she was not dressed, she darted inside and put her best outfit on, (maybe her only dress) complete with hat and shoes, asking for a picture! Ruby is bat crap crazy and needs to be under the care of a psychiatrist: Ruby goes for days without brushing her hair, much less her kid's, nor leaving her tent, she just screams at her kid for hours on end, sometimes she emerges to sweep the dirt around her tent for five hour episodes, while screaming at her incarcerated kid. Policing a three year olds' every move is insanity, little girls need to run around and play with other kids, Jasmine does not need to be incarcerated by a maniacal mom on meth telling her what a horrible albatross she is.

Ruby's purpose in life appears to be to consume drugs and condemn those around her in a vitriolic stream of obscene denunciations, and to rob her neighbors in order to buy drugs, she sold her dog to buy drugs, probably has stolen other dogs for the same purpose, the dog at issue was recovered from the drug dealer who pays five bucks for a dog fence, or a tent. Ruby may have been attempting to steal my pop-up tent in order to sell it for drugs.
Precautions should be taken that Ruby does not sell Jasmine to buy drugs. Many people have told me that they bring the problem to the attention of King Chris and Queen Elaine, referred to as 'the council.' Chris and Elaine are supposedly 'recovering drug addicts' my observation is that Ruby and her horrible entourage next to me, were put there by Chris and Elaine, conveniently close to their shared drug dealer. Chris and Elaine had threatened me and everyone else who has offered or attempted to contact Child Protective Services. Apparently Sterling, the person in charge of the side of the camp divided by the bike trail, on the left heading south, was set up for an arrest because he did not go along with Chris and Elaine's design for including people with whom they share a drug dealer and getting rid of everyone else. Sterling didn't like that so they kicked him and his wife out of their camp. That was not far away enough, so, they had Sterling and his wife arrested. Chris and Elaine have given a green light to menacing me. I get stonewalled when ever I complain, "oh, no, Chris and Elaine would never do that!" In fact they are vicious people who do anything for drugs. The people who defend them are out of the same mold. Thank You, Nancy Wood (I could and would testify to the above under oath)