“The Road”: Excerpt

Hello All:

Excerpt from “The Road.”

Chapter Nine:  “The Beat Goes On and On and On!”

“I need to sidestep Tumbling T Drive, just for a paragraph or two. This just has to be told, and since I am writing about corruption, I think it has a place right here. Actually, all of it should be told and/or exposed, but it would take volumes to accomplish. During this meeting, Chief of Police Steve West, gave the Council a report on an incident that occurred earlier in the day.

 

Chief West reports, “Officer Joe Goldsmith stopped a speeder in town and eventually found seventy pounds of marijuana hidden in the car, a 1987 Cadillac. I am proud of my officers and the good work they are doing.” And here’s where it stops being a job well done and becomes possibly corrupt and suspect; The Chief of Police never told the Council what happened to the seventy pounds of marijuana, and, he informed the Council that “The Town now owns a 1987 Cadillac, with a very expensive stereo system. These could be auctioned off in an attempt to raise money.”12 Money for what, or should I say who?? It doesn’t say in the minutes of the meeting, nor is the Cadillac and marijuana ever mentioned again, not in these minutes or any others I have to date. I never saw a 1987 Cadillac around town in 1999, and in this rural community a car like that would certainly have stood out. I don’t know if the Springerville Police Department has an evidence room but, I would be willing to bet if they were asked about the marijuana, they probably couldn’t account for it. Was the DEA notified? How about the FBI? Again, probably not.”

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Barney Fife With a Loaded Gun! OMG!

Hello All:

I just had to add this hilarious story to my blog, kind of lighten things up a bit.

Last year, in 2007, I had an occasion to elicite the assistance of the Springerville Police Dept., on a Criminal Trespass incident, committed by “The Stalker.”  Actually, “Beavis and Butthead” facilitated the trespass by allowing access to my property via his property.  Confused?  Sorry, but it will be worth it when you get to the end of the post.

I was out of town and the officer, Carthel, that responded to my residence, in Springerville, called me and when he told me what was going on at my house I told him I wanted to file a Criminal Trespass charge.  He said, and I swear I have a witness to his comment, “Oh, I can’t charge them with trespassing, they were only doing what they were told!” ROTFLMAO!!!  I replied, “oh, so if someone tells me to go rob my neighbors house, and I do it, I won’t get arrested because I was ‘just doing what I was told’?”

 

Update, October 11, 2008:

I just had a visitor from Dallas, TX.  I wonder if he laughed at the Springerville Police Department, and Barney Fife, with an accent or the ever familiar Texas Drawl?

Regards,

Looking4trth

Built on Sand!

Hello All:

We all know that when a house, or any structure, is built on something as unstable as sand, it will eventually crumble and fall.  The same is true of a weak system of corruption, as is found in Springerville.  When you start taking scoops out of the foundation, i.e., exposing the corruption, it will eventually all cave in.  The most euphoric moment of this kind of collapse is finally finding out ‘who’ is at the ‘top,’ giving all the commands; which “Little Piggy!”  While you wait for the top to reach the bottom, and revealed for all to see, you get the extreme pleasure of watching the smaller piggies and puppets exposed.  You wait for the moment when you can say, “I told you!”  And then, you start taking appointments to accept apologies

That would be the case in Spingerville, as I write this.  I have allies now and they have bigger scoops than I ever had.  It won’t take long for this “House of Sand” to collapse.  I don’t care ‘who’s’ at the top, just stop the ones at the bottom and I will be happy, maybe

If you listen carefully you can hear the ‘tap-dancing’ and scattering of rats, trying to find a new hole to hide in.  “You can run, but you can’t hide!” 

OH, HOW I LOVE THE TRUTH!!

Regards,

Looing4trth

NEW BOOK!

Hello All:

Over the past 2 months I have gathered enough additional information to write yet another book about the Round Valley corruption, a sequel of sorts   Did I just say 2 months?  The corruption around here happens fast, huh?  I was working on a Children’s book but will have to schedule time to start a new “Memoir,” with a whole new cast of characters, and the old ones.

Thank you “Founding Fathers” for the First Amendment!

Regards,

Looking4trth

Like Christmas in September

Hello All:

Today is the day I have been waiting for since 2003!  My ’special’ visitors are on the road and on their way up to Springerville as I write this, with cameras and tape recorders in hand.  After today, things WILL BE different!  The true villians, liars, and corrupt will be exposed, which was my goal in the first place. 

Some of the ‘mindless followers’, and the ‘ignorant’, think this is all about selling books.  I could care less if I sell one book, it’s about the truth and getting it past the Springerville corrupt.  I never expected my book to be a best seller.  What I expected was that if only ONE person read it, outside of Springerville, that would be one person off of this mountain of corruption that knew what was going on here, besides me; and of course those individuals in bed with the corruption, which of course is everyone

Expect posts of an entirely different nature after this morning.

Regards,

Looking4trth

Seeing and Defining the TRUTH!

Hello All:

My recent visitor came to ‘SEE’ the truth and I have a visitor coming today that will ‘DEFINE’ the truth; in terms that even the mindless followers can understand, and no longer deny.  Well, if you’re a mindless follower you deny what you are TOLD to deny.  There’s much to be said about the truth always coming out. 

This will be the first time I have actually witnessed it first-hand; the unfolding, revelation, and exposure of one of the most diabolical, pathological, and well thought out lies I have ever encountered, or been a party to.  When the ‘timing’ is right I will reveal all the details.  But, for now, I don’t dare endanger the progress already made thus far.  I guarantee it will be worth the wait, and the wait promises to be relatively short.  Short in comparison to the two summers of hell I have been put through because of this monumental lie, and the individuals who so willingly carried it out.

What is so gratifying about this entire ‘drama’ is that I have been right all along, I just couldn’t prove any of it.  And, that’s the quintessential Idealist part of me that works diligently to right a wrong, or, prove and expose a lie.  However, the magnitude of this particular lie is difficult to get your mind around.  Even more difficult to comprehend is the finesse with which is was carried out.  It’s very hard for me not to post the whole damn mess, but, as I said, timing is of the utmost importance now.  My day will come.

Regards,

Looking4trth

The Big Guns are Drawn Now!

Hello All:

A few weeks ago, during an ‘interview’ with an Arizona State Police Detective, he asked me “What it would take for me to…..”  I interrupted him before he could finish with, “Well, what did the neighbor say it would take for him?”  I have finally decided what MY “PRICE” is:  Someone to purchase my property for $550,000, and stop interfering with my obtaining a survey.  I want to be paid in squeaky-clean CASH, and I don’t mean LAUNDERED!   I would also require 6 months to one year to relocate myself and my animals. 

My Attorney would have to ‘manage’ the sale; to make sure I wasn’t being set up, yet again, for appearing to be participating in something illegal. 

Yup, that’s “What it would take!”  Any takers?

For those of you who have been following my blog and know what my book is about; I believe I have gotten a little TOO CLOSE to some very important ’secrets’ in this town, either that or some very important people want to shut me down, why?  Take a look at these pictures; I found this thrown in my front yard yesterday, in broad daylight!  He wasn’t too worried about being seen because I saw him throw it out of his truck window from my front door, the white truck that was pulling a very noisey trailer, which turned into the neighbor’s driveway.  Funny thing, that turn into the neighbor’s driveway, i.e., the neighbors NEVER leave their gate open, however, yesterday, at just the RIGHT moment, their gate was wide opened.

No, this picture is NOT ’staged,’ like the ones given to the Detective by Daedalus and Icarus.  This IS WHAT IT IS!  Think about it, if you know how, and try to imagine if you had done the things I have, standing up for what’s right and just, and pissed off a whole bunch of corruption, what would YOU think this “message” was about?  Apparently, the ‘interview’ with the State Cop didn’t have the desired effect, so, ‘they’ have stepped up the threats and dragged out the BIG guns!

There

 

 

Regards,

Looking4trth (Evidently have gotten too close to it )

Speak Out Cowards!!

Hello:

Why don’t you behind-the-scenes cowards come out into the open and just tell me what your problem is, and what you REALLY want from me??  I simply don’t believe that all of this bullshit is over a Fence!  Why is it that all roads, and, the choke points, end at Piburn’s front door??  Who is he really and WHAT does he have on this town?  He must be extremely powerful because a lot of people are willing to put a lot on the line for his benefit.

You cowards are not the ONLY ones watching what’s going on up here any more, unconnected individuals are paying close attention now.  Not like before, when we were doing battle over ”The Road,” when the town had all avenues pretty much sealed off to us, I am not standing here alone.  I anticipated this cowardly response and have posted the arrangements I have made if anything suspicious should happen to me.  Yes, I KNOW who the Apache County Medical Examiner is, and how that drama would play out, but, others know as well.  In fact, the entire history of the past eleven years I have lived here is in the hands of ‘others;’ every document, photograph, and taped conversation is safely locked in a safe deposit box, just waiting to be sent to the media.  I may not be here to see it, but, ALL OF YOU WILL! 

I find it most curious, and the most cowardly move yet, that Piburn was safely, and rather quickly, tucked away in Yuma almost immediately after it was discovered that I had an attorney that is not connected to the crap up here.  Evidently, his disciples didn’t want him to get dirty when the shit hits the fan.  Or, when something really bad happens he will have a ‘convenient’ alibi.  Damn, you have thought of everything!  I must admit, I am impressed with the finesse with which all of this has been orchestrated and carried out; my compliments to the orchestra leader!

Regards,

Looking4trth

A Little Extra!

Hello All:

Just wanted to make a short post to bring all my faithful readers up-to-date on my latest endeavors.

I have changed my phone service carrier to one that REGISTERS my physical address for calling 911.  The purpose: So when I call 911, for help, it won’t go to a ‘local’ 911 and be disappeared, like all the recent police reports, and not responded to.  The call will be recorded and kept, not edited or erased.

I also got around to hooking up my emergency call unit; BTW, Chief of Police Steve West suggested I get one quite a few years ago; good idea Chief.  Anyway, I have set it to dial the phone number of a person that knows everything that has been going on up here.  When this emergency call system dials her number and she answers her phone she will be able to HEAR everything that is going on in my house!!  She can call her local 911, which will record the call, and have them send me whatever help she deems necessary, and, all I have to do is push a little button on a remote control to make the call.  That 911 call cannot be disappeared either, because Springerville has no control over that.  Well, I don’t think they do, but, one never knows.

What a pathetic way to have to live

Regards,

Looking4trth

ROTFLMAO!!

Hello All:

Well, well, well!  Guess who’s on the ‘payroll?’   You know who you are and you are ‘well connected’ too.    How much did it take for you to give up your dignity, self-respect, and integrity?  The biggest mistake you and your mob-mentality cohorts have made all along is assuming that I am stupid!  OH!  And BTW, I changed the phone number.

Regards,

Looking4trth

The Journal Keeper!

Hello Journal Keeper:

I refer to you as the ‘Journal Keeper’ because I am positive you are watching my every move and recording it in a journal.

I wonder if you could tell me where I was last Tuesday, about 3:30 PM because I can’t remember?

Regards,

Looking4trth

Welcome Africa!

Hello All:

I wanted to welcome my newest visitor, from Africa, and say “Thank You” for visiting my blog and looking around my personal web site.

When I went after ‘exposure,’ I had no idea I would get International notice.  I have accomplished my goal; for just one person, off of this corrupt mountain, to know what’s going on in this little, innocent-looking, community. 

I would also like to welcome, and Thank: Myrtle Beach, SC, Casa Grande, AZ., St. Johns, AZ., San Jose, CA., and Springfield, IL. for stopping by.

You see, Springerville, there is a way to get information past your ‘force field,’ for lack of a better term, of secrecy!

Regards,

Looking4trth

ONE Taker!

Hello All:

Great News! 

I have a taker on my ‘Legal Challenge!’  It will be interesting to see what she comes up with.  Not to worry, I will post her results without bias, corruption of the truth, or abuse of my ’power’ over this blog.

Regards,

Looking4trth

A Regular Train Depot :)

Hello All:

I think the ‘Town’ is going to have to rename “The Road” so it more accurately reflects the train wrecks that have come here recently, and, are on their way still…If you stop and listen carefully, you can hear another one coming: 

“I hear the train a-comin, rollin round the bend”

 

The one on its way now is a massive one and will probably be heard by my visitor from Africa.  I only hope when it does arrive the ‘noise’ it’s going to make doesn’t scare the hell out of anyone (EG).  It certainly won’t scare me because I’m the conductor, engineer, ticket-taker, switch person, and dining car manager of this one.  I know where it’s coming from, when it left, when it will arrive, what the cargo is, what’s on the menu, when and how it will be served, and by whom.  I’m still contemplating on whether or not to share it with my readers.  Naw…..I don’t want to spoil the effect; mainly for myself. 

Regards,

Looking4trth

She Lied!

Hello All:

THIS POST IS ESPECIALLY FOR YOU, SANDWICH-GRABBING ATTORNEY, AND YOUR MONITORS!:

Not that it would surprise anyone that a lawyer would LIE; they have worked hard to earn that reputation. The sandwich-grabbing attorney stood in the Superior Court yesterday and lied right in the judge’s face! Later, when she “slipped” and revealed her lie, the judge just let it pass. When she told the second lie I asked the judge if I could respond, “NO!” was her reply, as she waived me off with her hand, as if to dismiss me and make me go away.

I also have two pieces of proof that she withheld unfavorable discovery evidence regarding her “client.”
Hopefully, the Appeals Court won’t be so willing to let her lie.
The most despicable thing I witnessed was her six-year-old-like behavior (tattling) in finding just the right opportunity to inject into the proceedings, “She’s filed another one in Federal Court, just so you know judge.”
To substantiate the “connection” and agreement to corrupt the legal process; she didn’t stand very much when she addressed the judge. Why? Because the relationship between judge and attorney didn’t require her to show even the remotest respect.
They tried to pull a fast one, counting on my ignorance, which I admit to, regarding a Motion I filed to compel one of their “buddies” to produce evidence. “He’s not a party to this action,” was the excuse for not wanting to grant my motion to compel him to turn over the discovery information I subpoenaed; a subpoena this very court had issued. I reminded them that the subpoena I requested was specifically addressed to a “Non-party.” The judge said,”Submit an Order with a date and time for that party to appear at this court and produce the documents and I will sign it.” Yup, you guessed it, to this date (Jan. 10, 2010) she hasn’t signed the order I submitted, nor has she even acknowledged that I sent it to the court.
The best part: From all indications the judge fully intends to CENSOR me and what I write on this blog, so much for the Constitution. I don’t think the Appeals Court will agree to an order of censorship: Watch this video and be reminded of what CENSORSHIP looks like:

Nazi Book-Burning

If you don’t like what someone says or writes, just burn it!!

Just for shits and giggles I did some math: 82% of my book is written about the Town of Springerville’s corruption; a mere 18% is written about an “individual;” >80% of sandwich-grabbing attorney’s “evidence” is pages copied right out of my book; <18% of her "evidence" is from this blog. Interesting results, right? But, "they" will prevail because there isn't a single thing in the legal system of Apache County that even comes close to legal, just, or right. But, I knew that going in. I was stupid for thinking the truth, and proof of it, would make any difference. Corruption is the order of the day!!
The sandwich-grabbing attorney wasn’t required to "show" that any of my comments or statements were false. Which, under non-corrupt circumstances, is a requirement of a libel suit.

I have removed ALL comments posted about you-know-who, and, that’s as close to any censorship as “they” are going to get.

The “Three Men Make a Tiger” metaphor is alive and well; as evidenced by the portrayal of the “poor victim” that has been through so much, to the judge.

Oh, I almost forgot: the sandwich-grabbing attorney’s rhetoric that I “had no business in the Court filing papers or anything else.” I guess she doesn’t know about the laws that give me just as much right to access to the courts as anyone else, i.e., my Sixth Amendment right does give me the right to represent myself. But, of course, there’s a lot of laws she chooses to ignore and abuse to her own purpose.

Regards,

Looking4trth

“TRUTH is the Best Defense for Libel!”

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The Road
Memoir of Corruption and Abuse of Power

Dedication

Life is a Carousel Ride
Life can be like a Carousel ride; Ups, downs, stops, and starts. A couple of clichés come to mind, when I think of a Carousel ride; going around in circles, chasing your tail, or coming full-circle. It has always been my belief that life is the kind of ride we make it.
If your life is like a carousel and the ride gets too rough, just get on a bigger horse. If life tires you too much, and you think you can’t continue, sit down on one of the bench rides, and catch your breath. We can see life’s carousel ride as a pleasant experience, after all, the ride does have music, or we can see it as just another inconvenience. Like life, the carousel continues to go around. And, like the carousel, life goes around in a circle to complete itself and renew once again.
(Allyson Newell)

For Pat, Who Loved Me!

PREFACE

I can’t say that I remember the exact time when I proclaimed myself to be an Idealist. However, I do remember a number of life events that gave birth to this trait, enhanced and perfected it until it evolved into a life of its own and made it possible for me to survive my own life.
Idealism isn’t something you drive to the mall, locate a boutique for personality traits, walk in and pick a one-size-fits-all off the rack and wear it out of the store. Oh, no, no, no! This would be too easy, and it’s not how idealistic personality traits are acquired. Although, I do believe that a certain propensity toward this trait is born in our chromosomes.
The study of genetics will not reveal a code for idealism, anymore than there exists a DNA marker for this trait. The seeds of idealism are planted in the mind of a child about the age of two to five years. These seeds are sown in the fertile ground of the undeveloped personality of a child’s innocence. Sadistic mothers, fathers, or both in unison, sow the seeds. The seeds are then nurtured, fertilized, and cultivated with cruelty, brutality, mixed messages, instability, neglect, degradation, and humiliation. There it lies dormant, maybe forever, but, depending on the individual, it may be triggered into manifestation.
Studies have shown that environmental and social influences can mold and shape an undeveloped personality, and cause the development of certain social mores and philosophies for surviving life. I am inclined to concur with these findings, being somewhat of a ‘test subject’ in the arena of environmental and social influence.
Funny, what we choose to assimilate from the world and people around us. When I remember the hate and discontent I was enveloped by it makes me wonder how I evolved into the person I now claim to be. The answer is simple—Pat Siddons, who represented all that was good and right with the world around me. She was a friend of my tormentors and eventually became my lifelong friend. I spent a lot of time with her as a child, as my parents visited her, and her husband Jim, often and for long periods of time. It was safe in her presence because she would not allow the brutality and abuse. Above all else, she represented what it was like to have value, to be loved, to have your existence validated, to be respected and allowed personal dignity. She gave life to the part of my personality that my tormentors tried so desperately to destroy. As a result of my life long association and friendship with her it was the positive aspects of the Idealistic personality trait I embraced.
Years after manifesting my idealistic belief system I would unknowingly situate myself right in the middle of a very small and rural community rank with corruption, discrimination, bigotry, mafia-like politics, total disregard for the Constitution of the United States, or the rights it guarantees every American citizen, law enforcement based solely on your ‘name,’ police corruption, deceit, intimidation, threats, bias, violation of human and civil rights, racism, and a ‘good old boys’ mentality.
I decided that writing about the actual events that took place, and getting the work published, would be the only way to get the information past the very tightly woven web of corruption, off of this mountain and to the public. The quandary was, what genre to use to create this work. Non-fiction was out of the question; too many lawsuits to deal with. Fiction, even more unacceptable, it would require a staunch Idealist to lie about the truth! Writing ‘Memoirs’ can be used as a bridge between Fiction and Non-fiction. I pondered a ‘key’ I could use to discern between the Non-Fiction parts, those things I could prove with a document, a tape recorded conversation, or some other instrument to support the events, and the Fiction; those events that actually happened but no concrete proof exists. Not being able to come to any conclusions about how to deal with those is-sues, I decided to create a web site and blog. For updated information and full-size color photos, that could not be included here, please visit www.looking4trth.wordpress.com for these updates, photo tour, and blog.
I believe what breathes life into an idealistic survivor’s philosophy is realizing that there is something wrong with the world around you, and something very deviant about the manner in which people are willing to treat each other. It can be one or a series of events that trigger this mechanism. I hesitate to label it a “defense mechanism”, due to my own ability to survive the negative which surrounded me. I prefer to call Idealism a “survival technique”.
Let’s get right to it then; attempts to discredit me! I believe I can say, with a fair amount of certainty, that this is the reason those individuals, who were intrigued or interested in my story, were never heard from again. It’s due to a trait inherent in most human beings, to believe what they hear or read without questioning the information.
From my time spent as a journalist, writing for the local newspaper, and being the quintessential idealist, I learned to listen and take notes about what I was being told, but I didn’t turn in my story until I had verified all of the information. In addition to this trait there is another, more dangerous and deadly that is so ingrained it has the power to kill, not necessarily literally, although it has been recorded in history as recently as September 11, 2001. And that is profiling people; attaching a social stigma to them without really knowing the facts. All that is really needed is one or two significant words and the nature of our society does the rest. Only certain ‘types’ of people are forgiven their mistakes. I don’t happen to be one of those ‘types.’
Case and Point: In 1995, I was living in the Phoenix area and made a bad decision. Driven by a mother’s love, and the nefarious guilt-trip, I committed a crime and would forever be labeled a “felon.” I had never had so much as a parking ticket!
At the time, I thought about the consequences, and all I stood to lose. However, my daughter was actually saying she needed me, something she had never expressed before. I’m not sure why our past history was completely wiped from my memory, when I made the choice to break the law, and it really matters not at this point, I made the choice, and I paid the consequences. You are never again seen as credible or trustworthy, and making this kind of mistake isn’t forgiven by anyone, especially the people that have done worse but merely have not been caught. For instance, the ‘players’ in this memoir.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Maleficence
I wasn’t sitting around waiting to see what would happen next, I was busy contacting every agency I could find, that might help us, to put a stop to the Town continuing to poison us with toxic waste. In addition, trying to find an attorney to represent us in Federal Court. This was way out of my league and I was in over my head. I expressed this concern many times, however, as with all of my comments regarding concerns, it fell on deaf ears. When they listened was when I suggested that the Town might reopen our road. Then, and only then, did I have their full attention, even though briefly.
I spent hours on the Internet, looking for anyone that might be interest¬ed enough in humanity to help. Sadly, there wasn’t very many organizations, or individuals for that matter, that really cared, well, cared enough to help. If they were interested, and made an effort to help, the result was always the same, stonewalled! I contacted countless agencies, State, local, and Federal and it was always the same, they were gung-ho to help until they made one phone call to Springerville. I either never heard another word from them, or, their whole attitude towards the issue had changed. I remember looking up investigative journalists; they are usually in the market for a grimy story. I think I sent out about twelve emails and received one response. The other eleven were “Deleted without being read!” The journalist that responded said she was “Intrigued,” and asked me for more details. Boy, was I excited! Finally, someone was going to listen. I sent her as much detail as I could, without getting too verbose, and tried to be brief and direct. I never heard from her again. I wrote my own articles and sent them out, to newspapers all over the country, no replies, not one! When, and if, I could get an agency to listen to me, they would suggest other agencies for me to contact, I had al¬ready attempted to contact every agency I was referred to. That either meant I was going about this in a thorough manner, or, I was being blown off. This was getting frustrating and there was no one I could talk to about it. People in the ‘group’ didn’t have time for my petty little concerns. They certainly weren’t writing any letters, or making any phone calls. I ultimately stopped asking for help and discussing the issues with them, unless it was absolutely necessary. Every time I would call Margaret McCue, for information or to stop by and sign a document, her reply was always the same, “Oh, I was going to call you.” Right!
Running out of places to call and write I decided to write to the Vice President and the President of the United States. What could it hurt, all they could do was the same as everyone else, ignore me. I was definitely learning how to cope with rejection. It was an almost impossible task, being brief about our situation, and not sounding like a lunatic. But, I forged ahead and sent the letters. To my utter amazement, my letters were answered, not only by the Vice President’s office, but also the President’s office. The President’s office referred our complaints to Ms. Theresa Rigney, Inspections and Field Unit Manager, Arizona Department of Environmental Quality (ADEQ), in Phoenix, AZ., for investigation.
The minute I read where it had been referred to my stomach flipped over! Because I knew where it would end up, eventually on the desk of Don Foster, Director, Apache County Health Department. The Don Foster that had said he sent his engineer out to Tumbling T Drive, to test it for hazards. Right back where I started, being stonewalled at every turn. I kept looking for other doors to go through, other people that just might take an interest and help.
What the investigation consisted of was; making a phone call to Fos¬ter, writing down what he ‘said,’ putting it all in a letter to me and mailing it, calling the matter resolved. What happened to the scientific report I had sent, with proof that our road, and environment, had been contaminated? There was no mention of this in the letter I received from Nancy Wrona, Director, Air Quality Division of ADEQ, nor any other correspondence I received. If you don’t talk about it, or write about it, it doesn’t exist, must be the philosophy they operate under. I didn’t respond to the letter from ADEQ, I simply moved on to other agencies.
Legal documents were starting to come in from the complaint I had filed in the Federal Court, ‘Waiver of Service of Summons,’ etc. That’s when I began to panic! I didn’t know anything about this. Oh, I could look it up but I really didn’t understand what I was doing. Finding an attorney to represent us, against the Town, who had unlimited resources, was not going to be easy. If it could be done at all. I wasn’t going to present this case in a Federal Court.
I found an attorney that would be willing to represent us, but he want¬ed a $3,500 retainer. I knew my neighbors would never go for that, even if we split it up among us. So, I called the attorney and begged, groveled, and did what I had to, to get him to agree to a lower retainer. He finally agreed to take the case for a $1,500 retainer. I immediately did the math and it worked out to be $167 per person! I couldn’t wait to tell everyone that we were finally going to have someone on our side. Unfortunately, my euphoria was short-lived! I sent a letter to all the neighbors, telling them where to send their share of the retainer, and then I waited, and waited, and waited. Only ONE person came forward with the $167, Sandy Rupp. The rest of them whined about being broke, etc. I couldn’t believe it, here they were, buying brand new mobile homes, re-surfacing their driveways, getting trampolines and high dollar toys for their kids, and they couldn’t pony up the $167? Sandy was a single mother with two sons, and she man¬aged to contribute. I wanted to throw my hands up and quit!
I suggested that we didn’t have to pursue our complaint in the Federal Court, since the Town had finally closed the road. The fear was that they would open it, like they had before, without notifying anyone. Our complaint was to obtain a court order preventing them from doing that. I once again gave in to the whining and sniveling and stayed with it. Truth¬fully, I wanted the road to stay closed as much as they did, and having so many people wanting that made our case stronger. I rationalized it a million different ways but it always came out the same, I was being ‘used’ and allowing it! I couldn’t get my mind around their refusal to have decent representation in a Federal Court.
The bell rang for another round in my battle over the fence. It didn’t take the Town attorney very long to fire off a letter to me, about being given a Conditional Use Permit, for my fence. He seemed to think that since I had been ‘graced’ with the ‘permit’ I should dismiss my Civil Rights Complaint. I may have gotten the permit, but, the issues related to my complaint remained. I refused to dismiss the complaint, explaining that the discrimination continued to thrive and that the Town, and Planning and Zoning, had done nothing to remedy the persistent Civil Rights violations. The ‘tone’ of the letters sent to us assumed we were ignorant and couldn’t understand words of more than one syllable, or concepts. In spite of not being able to retain a decent attorney I went with the constant flow of legal documents and did the best I could with them, spending every waking moment on the computer, looking things up, and responding with the required documents. I had little time for myself, or the activities I enjoyed, like riding my horse. I barely had the extra time to do more than feed and groom her. It was always something, or someone, making demands on me.
It happened on a Sunday, in September 2004. I decided to take some time and go for a trail ride. It was sunny and warm out, one of those days that beg for an activity outside, especially for someone that loves to ride. I had gone trail riding with a friend from church, out in the woods, but I had never ridden my mare on the roads, and in the fields, around my house. Colter Subdivision was zoned for livestock and two-thirds of the people living there had horses. Most of the neighbors were outside doing yard-work, visiting, or barbequing. All of the kids were out riding their bikes and playing, something they hadn’t been able to do while the road was opened.
I saddled up my mare and headed out for a leisurely Sunday ride. When I got to my drive gate I noticed that my mare, Ali, was a little nervous. I looked at her and saw that her nostrils were slightly flaring, which should have been a red flag to someone that had been around horses, and riding, as long as I had. But, I chose to ignore it and go for a ride anyway. I had had Ali for over seven years and ridden her wherever I wanted, with no problems. She wasn’t the typical ‘hot’ Thoroughbred; she was quiet, calm, and virtually bombproof. I had purchased her from the racetrack in Phoenix, where they used her as a pony horse, which explained her quiet disposition.
When we got outside the drive gate she seemed to settle down and return to her quiet self. I had taken a mounting block outside the gate so I could get on her; she was about 17.2 hands tall. I mounted up and off we went. All went well and she was enjoying the change of scenery, and routine, as much as I was. On the way back home I stopped at the Marquez house, Lot #5, to visit. I had been spending a lot of time with Martha Marquez, over the previous several years, and we had become friends, of a sort. I think Ali and me stood there ten minutes, while I talked with Martha and her kids. I decided it was time to go back home, before all of the activity upset Ali and something unexpected happened. I then did something I had never done, not in all of the years I had ridden and shown horses, I didn’t make sure I had Ali’s attention before I nudged her, with my heel, to go forward. She had become engrossed in something down the street, and when I nudged her it startled her so much that she went straight up into the air, and so did I!
I had anticipated reaching this part of my story with a great deal of excitement; finally getting to reveal what the “Town,” and “Dr. X,” did to me. Not only to get even with me, but to put a stop to my confrontational endeavors against the wrongdoings of the Town officials. Unfortunately, I found this not to be the case, quite the contrary. Faced with having to relive the events, to facilitate writing about them, did not hold the anticipation I had imagined, or the excitement. Rather, once again, the despicable manner in which people treat each other, with others standing in the periphery watching and saying nothing, came rushing to the forefront of my mind.
All I remember is hitting the ground! I knew I had finally landed on the ground because an indescribable pain resonated through my entire body. Almost instantly I knew that this was not like any fall from a horse I had experienced before. Normally, I could get up and get back on and the incident was soon forgotten. Not this time, however, I would not forget this fall for many years to come.
Martha’s friend called 911, about 12 P.M., and asked them to send an ambulance! I remember thinking, as much as I could think with the excruciating pain I was in, that the ambulance wouldn’t come because we lived on Tumbling T Drive, and they had probably been instructed, by the “Town,” not to be in any hurry to respond to our location. I kept tell¬ing Martha, “They won’t come because of where we live!” I was partially right; they had to be called twice! Eventually, they did come, when they got around to it. From being a nurse for so many years I did know that they took long enough for me to start going into shock. When the paramedic asked me my age, three times, I couldn’t tell him; I couldn’t remember. This vital piece of neurological information would have been important for the emergency room staff to know, although it was omitted from the report given by the paramedic. I was secured to a backboard and my head and neck immobilized with a C-Collar. The drive to the hospital emergency room seemed leisurely, at a snails pace, no sirens, and not a single system, or neurological check was done during the entire trip to the hospital, the very same hospital I had worked at seven years previously, and had been fired from for reporting a wrongful death. In fact, no one said a word to me! Not even, “Are you still alive?” I arrived at the trauma room at 2 P.M., if that says anything about how long it took them to respond. Both the ambulance staging area and the hospital are less than two miles from Colter Subdivision!
In the back of my mind a little voice kept repeating, “Now they have you right where they want you!” I have to admit that I was afraid, being taken to that hospital, knowing it was under the direct control of Dr. X and his puppets; puppets whose toes I had stepped all over for the past several years. Now, they had the opportunity to “get even” with me, and they would take it. To this day it’s still difficult for me to believe how far they actually took it.

Compression Fracture

“A burst fracture is a descriptive term for an injury to the spine in which the vertebral body is severely compressed. They typically occur from severe trauma, such as a motor vehicle accident or a fall from a height. With a great deal of force vertically onto the spine, a vertebra may be crushed.
If the vertebral body is crushed in all directions it is called a burst fracture. The term burst implies that the margins of the vertebral body spread out in all directions. With the bony margins spreading out in all directions the spinal cord is liable to be injured. The bony fragment that is spread out toward the spinal cord can bruise the spinal cord causing paralysis or partial neurologic injury.
There is no burst fracture that heals well with simple observation. In rare instances, an unstable burst fracture may elect to be treated without surgery. Subsequent x-rays are taken in the surgeon’s office to follow the position of the spine and to assess the degree of healing.”

Diagnosing vertebral compression fractures

It is important to accurately diagnose vertebral compression fractures, as there are a number of potential adverse effects if a diagnosis is missed and there is no treatment. In general, vertebral fractures are associated with both increased morbidity (unwanted side effects) and mortality (death).
1. Morbidity (side effects) associated with vertebral fractures often includes continued pain, decreased physical function, deformity, and potentially social isolation, all of which negatively impact the individual’s overall quality of and enjoyment of life.
2. Mortality is also associated with vertebral fractures, as women diagnosed with a compression fracture of the vertebra have a 15 percent higher mortality rate than those who do not experience fractures.
The presence of one vertebral fracture increases the risk of any subsequent vertebral fracture 5-fold. Of women who have had a recent osteoporosis vertebral fracture, it is estimated that approximately 20% will sustain a new fracture within the next 12 months.

I was moved out of the trauma room to an out-of-the-way cubicle at the far end of the emergency room in an unlit corner, left there, in all of my agonizing pain, and suffering, still strapped to a backboard and a C-Collar around my neck. The curtains were drawn around the cubicle and for all intents and purposes I no longer existed. No one would come to see if I had died, do neuro checks, vital signs, or give me anything for pain for over two hours. The only reason someone did come in was to shut me up because I was making so much noise, about the lack of treatment I was receiving, and the excruciating pain I was having. The reason I know this to be true is from the documentation, by the nurse, pertaining to the medications I was given at 6:30 P.M., Fentanyl 100mcg. (A high dose of narcotic pain reliever), Benedryl (in a dose high enough to induce sedation), more Phenergan, and Valium (in a dose high enough to induce sedation). All four of these medications were given to me at the same time, and intravenously. They were either trying to shut me up, or, cause respiratory suppression to the point that I stopped breathing. It’s really anybody’s guess what “their” agenda was. And, with Dr. X being the Medical Examiner, they would get away with whatever the agenda. Dr. X’s comment to me, several years earlier, “Oh Lynn, there’s a way around everything,” was becoming much clearer to me now, and I was genuinely in fear for my life.
It doesn’t take five hours to get the results of a Cat Scan; “CT examinations are fast and simple; in emergency cases, they can reveal internal injuries and bleeding quickly enough to help save lives,” although, after reading the results of the Cat Scan, of my neck, and finding nothing wrong, that’s how long it would take the emergency room doctor to approve the removal of the neck brace (C-Collar) the paramedics had put on. The backboard was NOT removed!
I finally reached a point that I had had enough of that negligent treatment and decided, “I’m just going to go home!” I started undoing the straps of the backboard, the best I could in my condition, when the emergency room doctor looked over in my direction; he could see me from the nurse’s station through a small opening in the drapes. He came to the ‘cave,’ where they had stashed me, and asked me what I was doing, trying to sound like he cared. I told him, “I’m going home!” He hemmed and hawed for a few seconds and then said, “Uh, well, I guess we should admit you, to at least get your pain under control.” Apparently, I was also in two places at once because the emergency room Nurse’s Assistant documented that she took my vital signs at 8:15 P.M., however, it is also documented that I was admitted and transferred to the hospital floor at 8:05 P.M.
The severity of my injury was way over their heads and I should have been flown out to a real hospital with real doctors, and had immediate surgery. But, I wasn’t, and there was a reason for that.

CHAPTER TWENTY
Enter Dr. X……

Copyright © 2008 Allyson Newell (Pen Name)
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 1-4196-9793-5
ISBN-13: 978-1419697937

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ROTFLMFAO!

RONTLMFAO

As I have previously posted, I published a book in 2008, “The Road; A Memoir of Corruption and Abuse of Power.” This book was not only a personal memoir but also a tell-all about the corruption, maleficence of office, and abuse of power in the rural town where I live; Springerville, AZ. Writing and publishing a book has been a life-long dream, as it is with all aspiring writers. I wasn’t able to realize mine until after I was 60-years-old, but, realized just the same.

The retaliations that rained down upon me, as a result of the contents of my book, nearly destroyed me. I was subjected to everything from death threats, a libel suit, and an attempt to obtain a court-order forbidding me to ever write another book. Does anyone remember Hitler? I don’t think he’s very well known in the town where I live, or, these small-minded people subscribe to his philosophies.
SEE:
Nazi Book Burning!

As a result of the still pending libel suit, which includes a possible damages award of $250,000, I filed a bankruptcy. Now, as a result of this bankruptcy, the opportunistic small-minded individuals involved in this legal nightmare, namely the “players” in my book, are attempting to buy the copyright to my book from the bankruptcy trustee, why? So they can suppress it by taking it off of the shelf. In addition, they are also attempting to purchase the rights to a book that hasn’t even been published; “Because they don’t want that book coming out!” The royalties from my book sales are seen as an “asset” that can be sold to pay my creditors. The “creditor” that made the cash offer to purchase the rights to my book(s) just happens to be one of the major “players” in the book and obviously has a very strong aversion to the truth. The second book isn’t even done yet and they are attempting to take steps to suppress it before it even gets to the publisher. It begs the question; what is in the existing book that would intimidate and threaten someone so much that they would go to all of this expense and trouble to keep it from being read and/or published? Could it be the TRUTH? Yup, that’s what I think too.

The other “telling” fact is that the person making the offer to buy the copyright has an IQ of about 70 and probably can’t even read! But, she IS a very obedient puppet. I say puppet because the real individuals behind wanting my books off of the market don’t have the balls to do it out in the open, no, they sneak around and have some poor moron that doesn’t know any better do their dirty work.

In a way, it’s gratifying to know that the substance and contents of my book has been validated and any “conspiracy theories” I may have had aren’t really theories after all. And, all of the times I scoffed at their accusations of being “paranoid” I was justified in doing so; the “players” are, in fact, doing exactly what I wrote about.

I don’t think it has occurred to them yet that it’s not possible for them to censor every book I write, now or ten years from now. Eventually, the bankruptcy will end, one way or the other, and they can’t stop me from writing. I have a plethora of “styles” to use for getting written what needs to be said.

I think I would be upset about this, stealing of MY work, if it wasn’t so pathetic. Not to mention enormously gratifying to know that they are so scared of what I might put into writing. “Rave on cat-shit, someone will cover you up!”

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Judges Running Amok

A “sample” of the kind of complaints the “Commission on Judicial Conduct” will dismiss without a second thought.

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It would be interesting to find out just how long a rogue judge will be allowed to run amok, violating not only the law but “our” rights as well, before they are reined in by the Commission. I believe members of the “Commission” could sit in the spectator section of a judge’s courtroom, watch him/her violate laws and rights and still walk out without saying a word. How sad is that?

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Complaints about Judges

I thought these statistics on “Judges’” complaints was telling, and a very clear look into how out-of-control our judicial system is:

From 2006 to 2009: 1,325 Complaints were filed against judges in the state of Arizona. An average of 331 complaints per year; close to one complaint every day of the year.

Action taken over a four year period by the Commission on Judicial Conduct: 18 complaints indicate some form of action taken; .01%

2006 complaints: 315; action taken on 8; .03% received some form of minor action.

2007 complaints: 324; action taken on only 3; .009% received some form of minor action.

2008 complaints: 334; action taken on 6; .02% received some form of minor action.

2009 complaints: 352; 102 complaints are pending, a whopping 29%; there has only been one complaint that received any form of minor action, .004%; and two complaints don’t indicate whether action was taken or not.

A mere .06% per year, over a four year period, received any action. The remaining 1,307 complaints were dismissed!

These stats can be found at:

Judicial Complaints

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Is it “The Mark”

If you have received your 2010 Census form did you “notice” anything about it that hasn’t been on there before (if you’re old enough that is)?

This is my second US Census and last time, in 2000, the Gov’t circulated a magazine for us to fill out. Needless to say, most Americans felt it was too intrusive to answer completely.

This year they have scaled down the Census form but, they have added something that I find scary at best. First of all, they spend a lot of paper telling us that all of our answers are confidential. Well, by whose definition do they mean confidential? It also lists all of the “agencies” that don’t get to have access to your private and personal information. Who do they think really believes they have any private or personal information? I guarantee that if the IRS wanted to hound you for back taxes your personal and private information would be released in a heartbeat. Second, with the ease of access to someone’s personal and private information, via the Internet, those concepts really don’t exist.

The Census form also says that we are required by law to fill out the Census form. W-e-l-l-l-l…..how do you suppose they will know if you don’t fill it out? Because you will be one of those Americans that doesn’t have the Bar Code attached to all of your other information stored in Big Brother’s computer.

This certainly sounds paranoid, as I have been accused of being so many times, however, I don’t intend to follow this “Judas Goat” to the slaughter, whether it be politically or otherwise. Good luck to all of the obedient mindless followers.

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The “Mistress” of Confabulation!

In psychology, Confabulation is the spontaneous narrative report of events that never happened. It consists usually of the creation of false memories, perceptions, or beliefs about the self or the environment as a result of neurological or psychological dysfunction.[1] When it is a matter of memory, confabulation is the confusion of imagination with memory, or the confused application of true memories.[2] Confabulations are difficult to differentiate from delusions and from lying.[3]

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1. “Mind fiction: Why your brain tells tall tales”, New Scientist, October 7, 2006
2. confabulation. (n.d.). The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Retrieved January 01, 2008, from Dictionary.com website
3. Berrios G.E. (1999) Confabulations: a conceptual history. Journal of the History of the Neurosciences 7: 225-241.

Lawyer Information

I bet the following information isn’t divulged in the “Initial Consultation.”

The lawyer for whom you requested a discipline history has 4 public record(s).
I am interested in a complete lawyer history for:

Gregory Torok T
Torok Law Office PLLC
Yuma, AZ
Admitted to Practice Law: 1997
Admitted to Arizona Bar: May 17, 1997

All were dismissed. (The AZ Bar Assoc. never disciplines the rogue attorneys, so, they continue to do what they do best; LIE, CHEAT, NEGOTIATE, AND MANIPULATE, knowing there will be NO consequences). Matters which are dismissed, may have been dismissed after review or following an investigation. It is interesting that 4, count them, 4, people have filed a complaint about this attorney!! And, why would an agency, supported completely by attorneys, discipline a single one of them? Good question! The same applies to the Medical community, as well as judges. But, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Dismissed after review: The State Bar will not investigate a matter if the allegations made would not constitute misconduct or incapacity under the rules. These matters may have involved some informal resolution through the Attorney Consumer Assistance Program.

Dismissed following an investigation: The State Bar evaluates all charges alleging lack of professionalism, misconduct or incapacity. An investigation is commenced if the lawyer is subject to this jurisdiction and the information alleged, if true, would constitute misconduct or incapacity. If after conducting an investigation, there is no probable cause to believe that misconduct or incapacity under the rules exists, the State Bar may dismiss the charge. A lawyer may have a dismissed file that was preceded by his/her participation in a diversionary program.

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4 Ways to Identify Symptoms of a Pathological Liar

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How to Spot a Pathological Liar

1. Note the Pattern of the Lying Behavior

Most people tell lies for a variety of reasons: to gain favor with someone, to hide a mistake or to avoid conflicts in interpersonal relationships. A pathological liar, however, will often lie for no reason at all. That’s because the pattern of lying is so pervasive, it becomes a habit. A pathological liar will often lie about routine and mundane things that are really of no consequence. In addition, when confronted with a lie, a pathological liar will pile on more lies to get out of the situation.

2. Look at the Qualities of Each lie

A pathological liar is usually motivated out of fear or poor self-esteem. Therefore, the lies are usually designed to make the person appear more important, smart, brave or otherwise impressive. These lies are often easy to discern due to their fantastic nature or the utter lack of logic and reason. For instance, pathological liars will often claim to have close friendships with famous people or have accomplished amazing athletic feats.

3. Identify the Consequences of Pathological Lying

Pathological liars are usually unconcerned or unaware of the consequences of these fabrications. When caught in a lie, these individuals usually make no effort to apologize for the lie or admit that they were wrong. One way to identify a pathological liar is by recognizing a history of broken promises, ruined relationships and an inability to complete important tasks on time. While most people feel some remorse for telling lies, a pathological liar will simply move forward and act as if nothing is wrong.

4. Ask for Professional Help

If you think you know a pathological liar, or if you suspect you may exhibit a pattern of uncontrolled lying behaviors, it’s best to seek the services of a mental health professional such as a psychiatrist or psychologist. Compulsive lying behaviors may be a symptom of a more serious personality disorder, such as antisocial personality disorder or narcissistic personality disorder. In most cases, compulsive or pathological lying can be treated through a combination of therapy and medication.

About this Author

Marc Phillips has worked extensively with Aiming Higher, Inc., a California firm treating addictions and depression. In addition to mental health issues and interpersonal communications, his expertise includes traditional and holistic approaches to diabetes care. An editor for “TONEAudio” Magazine, Phillips has covered health topics for eHow.com.

Is There a Psychopath in Your Life?

I have many of these in my life, how many are in your life?

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Doubt Cast Upon The “Know it all!”

Well, well, well…it seems like the “Know it all bitch-widow” (see: Hyperbole) just may not know everything after all! But, of course, actually “knowing” something isn’t really a concern to someone that spreads her lies and delusions to people that will suck up her lies and confabulations, since “she” has the art of “Three Men Make a Tiger” so thoroughly mastered.

The reason why this post will be called everything but truth? Because during this psychopath’s recent testimony in a Yuma Court (of which a tape recording is available at another blog site), stated, under oath, which also means zip because perjury is a way of life, in and out of a court of law, she gave what sounded like a first-hand account of why the Town of Springerville closed the road we live on; Tumbling T Drive. This was her testimony; “The town got tired of messing with her and to appease her they closed the road.” In the first place, all of the legal issues over the town putting toxins on our road, and poisoning all of us, happened and were resolved at least 2+ years before lot #14 was ever purchased. What she thinks she knows about all of it is what has, again, been pounded to fit and painted to match.

So, my query, addressing this sickness and perjury is this: If the town closed Tumbling T Drive to appease me, and shut me up, ONE resident of this road, I’d like to hear the confabulation and explanation as to why the road has recently been reopened; without making up something about it having to do with me! I’m positive there are “records,” about re-opening Tumbling T Drive, that will expose any lies that are told, as has been the case each and every time a pathological lie has been told. Eventually, the deceit that is woven and spun will unravel.

I have no doubt, and every confidence, that an adequately false version of the events surrounding why Tumbling T Drive was re-opened will be spun by……Let’s just leave it for you to fill in the blanks.

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Yellow Brick Road is “Under Construction”

If you have had the opportunity to listen to the taped testimony of the “Poor Little Woman,” you may or may not recall two comments made; one by the self-righteous, arrogant, and sanctimonious attorney, Gregory Torok, and the other by his most influential and “career-making” client. If not, here’s the short version:

The attorney stated he would have my emails subpoenaed from my ISP; and, the other comment was one that could only have been known if his client had been standing in my living room listening to a private telephone call; or, had access to taped conversations made on my residence phone, recorded by an illegally installed eavesdropping device. Which is exactly what was discovered on my phone line after the so-called hearing of Nov. 30., 2009.

Why are these important? Because now I am getting bogus emails from the District Court, concerning my lawsuit and the “activity” of said lawsuit, which, of course, I have responded to, thinking they were genuine events being electronically recorded. I suppose if Torok wants so badly to get his hands on my emails he could also very well have them intercepted, altered, and then passed along to me, containing whatever information is deemed necessary to get me to respond. The goal being to make me look like a blithering idiot. Whatever!

I wrote my first book, “The Road; A Memoir of Corruption and Abuse of Power” because no one wanted to know the truth, and, the “players” in my book were highly skilled at deceiving anyone that just might listen. In addition, all they had to say was, “Oh, she’s a convicted Felon!” And any listening stopped. This is what they use because it is all they have to use; they KNOW that I am telling the true facts about what they are doing. It’s all in my book and I have never made a secret of my ONE misguided mistake; made 15 years ago! They don’t talk about that I had never been in any legal trouble before, as in that being a “first offense.” Or, that I didn’t do any prison time, rather probation, restitution, and community service, which I complied with, completed, and have done nothing similar again.

They also don’t talk about their indiscretions, see Public Records of the Pure and Lily White

This is the precise reason for a sequel to my book; to document somewhere the lengths people will go to to lie, cheat, steal, corrupt, abuse the powers and positions given to them, and generally “asshole” their way through life. The sequel to my book has it all, just as it actually happened, was said, or signed. As with my first book, which I acknowledged credit to the “players,” they again provided all of the substance I needed to proceed with a sequel.

It’s mind-boggling to hear them whine and snivel about the contents of my books; they keep doing what they do and I keep writing about it. It’s the only medium I have available to tell the story as it really happened. If they don’t want to see their abhorrible behavior in print; STOP DOING IT! At the very least, stop doing it to me and leave me alone.

Until their next attack, I remain,

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