The Judicial System of Georgia is truly blind, measuring but one truth, and that truth would be gold.
Is this an example of the Justice a citizen may expect from the
Courts and Government of the U.S.?
Is this is what you can expect from modern day Republicans?
Especially the white-trash NeoCon kind from Cobb County, Georgia.
Violation of the Rule of Law, the Precedent of Law, and the Intent of Law? Sounds familiar, doesn't it...
This is a pretty wild story. All I can say is, it's all true as presented
to me by the legal system of the state of Georgia. And if you think that it's
strange, hey, you should try LIVING it. The works of Shakespeare are rivaled
by life itself - nothing which can be imagined by one man is quite as
strange as the way life itself unfolds. So set aside a few moments of time
to look this over and learn how the legal system functions in the public interest - Not!
This tale involves numerous nefarious players including Richard H. Still (ex-US Assistant District Attorney, ex-partner of Cobb Chief Superior Court Robert Flournoy, ex-Cobb County School Board Attorney), P. Harris Hines (ex-Cobb Superior Court Judge, GA Supreme Court Judge), State Senator John Carl Harrison (Dead Redneck),
Edwin Marger (Attorney and Law Partner with Bob Barr), George Carley (ex-Appellate Court and GA Supreme Court Judge), Zell Miller (Redneck Governor), Robert Flournoy (Cobb Chief Superior Court Judge), the US Navy, IBM Corporation, Barbara Lee, Richard J. Young, Samuel Parker,
Steven Marks, Arlene Einhorn, Laurie Davis, Herbert Rivers, Marilyn Weitzel, Roger Rozen, Gordon Gerson, Emory C. Clark,
Tillie Fowler, the Crews, and on, and on... Generally, a veritable cornucopia of political malfeasance, collusion, corruption and cronyism.
Of all the "lawyers" involved in this ploy, only three stand out as having even a modicum of integrity:
Assistant D.A. William Pardue (who was "played" by Still, et al., eventually brought criminal charges
against the serial arsonist Still, and turned red as a beet when I next saw him in the courthouse elevator),
D. Wayne McCurley, and Ed Boyers -- all of which suffered sanctions or simply disappeared.
In Sept of 1987, I was arrested for several crimes of arson which, in
reality, were perpetrated by a local
ex-US assistant district attorney turned overpaid Cobb school board attorney's son.
In general, one of those southern "pillar of the community" families which consisted of a lying
republican, white-trash, douche-bag attorney, his meddling, pharmacudical popping wife, and their freakish,
police assaulting, DUI automobile accident prone daughter (who subsequently stabbed her husband with a kitchen knife
in a drunken fit and generally incited a decade of grief for the residents of Port Charlette, Florida),
and last, but not least, his fugitive felon, serial aronist son who was shoveled
into the Navy to evade prosecution.
It turns out that he was also suspected of numerous other fires, including those at a school, an apartment, a Kroger grocery store,
his own house, and several cars, etc. Notice that the judge who was handed this Grand Jury Indictment was Chief Superior Court Judge
Robert Flournoy - Richard H. Still's ex-law partner.
The man who signed Richard H. Still, III's Fugitive Felon Warrant was GOP State Senator John Carl Harrison, a local real estate partner and friend of Still, Jr.
Funny how he ended up with a high school named after him
after I made noises about suing Still, et al. and he had a heart attack and died.
I was arrested without warrant, although one was subsequently
issued an hour later. I was not Mirandized nor informed of the
arrest until I was thrown into a cell - at that point believing that
I was going to the investigator's office to be questioned.
The fire investigator claims to have almost come to physical blows
with the attorney Still concerning the investigation of his son. He
then wrote inflammatory letters and distributed them to Judges, the
DA's office, and fire investigators. Outrageous claims were made, and
my reputation was generally soiled beyond repair. Still's Letter Page 1Still's Letter Page 2Still's Letter Page 3
Still, III was whisked off to the local
Navy recruiting office,
several days after the fires I was arrested for were set, and while I
was still imprisoned.
I made so much noise that I was eventually released and told to leave
Cobb County. I had to report to probation officers for months after
the incident, even though the investigation ceased to center around
me, and in fact, Still, III was facing an arson
indictment of his own.
After months of waiting, I
filed myown
pro-semotion
to dismiss,
which was granted almost immediately. Subsequent inquiries
to the assistant DA were met with threats that "if I didn't leave this
alone, I would get to see the inside of their new jail complex."
Wrong answer.
No one would tell me who these people were, why I had been treated
in such a fashion, or why I had to report to a probation officer for 6
months even though it was widely known that I had not been the actual
perpetrator of the crimes I was arrested for. I lost family, friends,
and self-respect. Attorney Still managed to convince people
I had known for 6 years appear before the fire
investigator to swear
out unfounded complaints against me. Of course, it didn't hurt that he was
the landowner of his business. Women
were hired to pry into my private affairs and photographs
were taken of me unexpectedly in
public places of their choosing. (Now I know how Marian Berry feels.)
I was steered by another political tool (now employed by Emory University) to
local
attorney Roger Rozen to file a suit against the criminals responsible,
and he waited
until mere days before the statute of limitations tolled before
informing me that he wouldn't be able to handle my case. When leaving his office,
I discovered that someone had set a fire 2 feet from my vehicle, but the fire
department was already at the sight extinguishing it. (Subsequent conversations
with, and depositions of, the Fire Department and Sheriff's Personnel
revealed that they were in support of my cause.)
I then went to Edwin Marger who claimed to be retiring, but he pointed me towards
a civil suit that had been filed in a similar case and this was used to model
my initial filing. I hope he got a good damned laugh out of all this. Odd how
he moved to Jasper with much of the other fleeing Cobb scum.
I had no idea who these people were, only that they had unjustly
caused me to be arrested for arson - by setting the fires in the first
place, and then by claiming that I had done so, and would return to
place bombs in their vehicles at a later date. (see above letters)
I was steered to an undesired
job at IBM by another political tool, but the day after the civil suit was filed, I was shown the door and told to, and
I quote, "Eat shit and bark at the moon." I am relatively convinced that this job was
contrived to keep me busy until the statute of limitations expired.
As if some crappy $7.50 an hour job was to replace stolen tools, loss
of thousands in equity, and the sexual harassment I had suffered.
Barbara Lee (Young) was one of the people involved in the initial sexual harassment
I received, and worked across the hall, but was gone the entire duration of
my
"contract". She married Richard Young who
filed the false complaints against me while I was imprisoned, and reappeared
the day I was tossed out the door.
I then tried to find another attorney to pursue this case, but
no one would touch it. Not one lawyer claimed that I had no case, only that
they would have no career if they took it. Several became red-faced
angry and threatened me while ordering me to leave their offices.
I even tried attorneys in North Carolina, Florida, and South GA.
Judge Bodiford, who presided over my bond hearings and revoked bond
based on Still, Jr. accusations, turned red-faced and threatened that
"I had better have my I's dotted and my T's crossed" before slamming
into his chambers - visibly shocking several other attorneys who were
present at the time.
The Judge that was "assigned" this case, P. Harris Hines, turned
out to be the same Judge that had, only months before, dismissed
a Grand Jury Indictment against the attorney's son for yet ANOTHER case
of arson in a Kroger Grocery store. He is now
a Supreme Court Judge for the State of Georgia, along with George Carley
who supposedly reviewed the case in the Appellate Court. Both were appointed
by Zell Miller in 1993/1995 as a favor to
"Republican Powers". Serial arsonist Richard H. Still, III was assigned
fugative felony status due to his father hiding him away from law enforcement officials.
Further research revealed that attorney Still was an ex-partner of the
Chief Superior Court Judge Robert Flournoy, had run for DA as a
Republican, but failed to be elected in the 1970's. The man who signed
Still, III's release bond was Republican
State Senator John Carl Harrison, who died during all of this, and now
has a school and a park named after him - by the Cobb Parks Commission.
I was threatened, harassed, and told by an individual at Emory Law
School that "If I didn't leave this alone they would burn me a new
asshole." This was said in earshot of a more than willing witness.
The good-old-boy network is alive and well in Georgia.
And, they were being quite
literal, as it turns out.
I subpoenaed the wife and daughter of Still, Jr. I never received their
depositions, and the daughter was sent out of the state. The Judge never
ruled on any of my motions. Instead of recusing himself, Hines
brought in another Judge from Rome, GA who was to hear my case.
Apparently, he was going rule unfavorably towards Still, et al, and
made comments in open court about having read the defendant's criminal
history. The Chief Superior Court Judge Flournoy's attorney son and
several of his office workers and a local actor staged a mock divorce
trial that pushed my case off the visiting Judge's calendar.
Even though good law was argued, and the defendants never denied
having set the fires, or that they, in fact, were aware of the
plaintiff's innocence at the time of his arrest, I never received a
hearing and was summarily dismissed. By a "judge" who should have recused himself from the outset.
Among the many other Georgia cases, common sense and Seidel vs. Greenberg 108 NJ Super
248 stood out as a representative cite supporting my tort claim against these
collusive criminals.
I was working at a local computer shop at the time, owned
by a man I had known since childhood. The building that the business
was located in was originally owned by the proprietor of the computer
shop, but had been recently sold to yet another
local attorney, Laurie Davis. The city
of Smyrna wanted the
land for the new Bacon
Mausoleum and instituted eminent domain condemnation
on the property. Davis moved
one of his clients, Gordon
Gerson (a surgeon who had reputedly lost his license to practice) into
the building. Gerson and his business
were in bankruptcy and they moved the business assets from the control
of the Bankruptcy trustee, into the aforementioned building and took out
insurance with State Farm - the Still's insurer as well. They wanted me install
electrical wiring, which I refused to do after computing the total desired
load, and informed Gerson that they required a new service, rather than piggyback
onto the television shop's electrical service. "That would cost more
than you and I are worth" was his response. Apparently he was eventually
proven correct. Poor fellow, the strain (and the suit against him by State Farm Insurance) was too much for Gerson and he left the country to be
"active since 1988 in emerging countries learning, teaching and trying to be of help to the local medical establishments."
Ostensibly those without U.S. extradition treaties or recognition of U.S. civil law.
P. Harris Hines then dismissed my civil case, and after several
suspicious inquiries as to what I would do next, I informed her that
I would appeal the decision. Her response was "You'd better not do that,
you foolish boy". The building I worked at was burned
to the ground several days later - taking with it everything I owned,
my source of income, and a lifetime accumulation of electronic equipment
and personal items. This happened 20 feet from the local Smyrna fire
department.
Hmm... Condemnation on November 29, 1989. Dismissal of my suit against Still
on December 11, 1989. Fire on December 17, 1989. All involved Emory graduates
between 1963 and 1965. Do I see a trend here? And why did the civil suit
and the criminal arson indictment both end up before this "judge"?
After all, what are the "Brothers and Sisters of the Bar"
and fellow Emory graduates good for if not covering each other's asses.
I appealed the case to the State
Appellate court, and then to the
State
Supreme Court. I was declined any justice in this case. I had
an attorney from another part of the country look over the briefs and
such which were filed, and he claimed I should have won, and that
the various briefs and filings were as good as anything he could have
proffered.
Even though I was never allowed to obtain depositions from several
parties involved, and even though I was an
eyewitness that could have put Still, III in jail for Arson, I was bullied out of the system and
denied just compensation, or even an explanation or apology. I was
told to be a good little boy and go away. These people are thieves,
liars, and con men - bent on protecting their own at any cost.
The players involved were later rewarded for their cooperation, Judge
Hines and Carley were both appointed to the State Supreme Court by Zell Miller.
Public pressure, however, removed Still as the school board attorney. The
Georgia Bar Association, however, refused to discipline him for his outrageous
actions. He kept the millions he was paid by Cobb County - and his Bar card.
You see, I
saw the truck that was burned shortly before it was set on fire, and it had a
camper top. This was the second fire of this
nature I had witnessed. I also personally inspected a BMW automobile
which was intentionally burned at their home several months before
this incident occurred I was in California at the time, but inspected
it upon my arrival home - a flame source had been held under the dash, igniting the dash pad.
I worked as a mechanic, and the car had been
towed to that location. It struck me as quite odd at the time, but I
dismissed it being irrelevant to my survival at the time.
After 2 years of waiting, and in response to a subpoena issued
to the fire department, I learned that the idiot son had removed
the camper top before burning it. The law firm that represented the County and
fire investigator was subsequently dismissed without cause. (Unless
you consider a semi-good faith response to a valid Subpoena as due
cause.)
This little "man" knew I wasn't guilty from day one, and played the role
of a victim throughout this ordeal. I had talked to him on several
occasions, and he had never expressed any fear of me at all until this point.
I was unable to obtain adequate representation, was denied civil
rights, was harassed, threatened, and later, several attempts were
made on my life. I have had to essentially live underground for 18
years in fear that they will continue to try and protect their filthy
little secrets.
And although the rulings tendered by these 'Courts' appear to be
Coram Non Judice, try finding an attorney in this part of the country
who would take them on without tossing his career out the window.
Void rulings without signature, rulings by judges who should have been
recused - continuing cover-ups, threats and arson. This incident
apparently transcended mere county lines, and has threads that run
into high levels of state government - and to Indianapolis and beyond.
When I moved
to Florida in 1994, a crazed semi-truck driver attempted
to run me down on I-95A-N in St. Johns County at 3:00AM. Replete with
lane dodging, smoking tires and a subsequent pursuit that topped
120mph for nearly 30 miles. I believe this was more than road rage, it
was a man on a mission. I've had a concrete truck dump
a load on my car while traveling 65 MPH down J. Turner Butler Blvd in Jacksonville,
FL. I truly thought I was a dead man as the rocks and mortar crashed into
the windshield. I reported these incidents to the local Jacksonville
FBI, but all they did was bring in a few tape players for repair.
I put up a web site in 2000, while living in Florida, wherein I detailed some
of this crap, and suddenly was offered an old BMW 730i - for free. It was a
pile of crap, and seemed rather suspicious, and I instead drove to Atlanta
to sell a Big Screen to a friend. While I was there, ANOTHER fire and break-in
occurred at the business I had worked at. No one in Florida knew I was in Atlanta,
however, and I suspect this was yet another attempt at intimidation. Between
the BS I saw at the voting stations, the sorry software from Global Election
Systems I got a copy of, and this crap, I left Florida in a hurry - this was
no better than the corrupt state of Georgia. You can thank the Bush family
for that. And then there was another Bush/Reagan pal who owns Mary Howard
Foods in Norcross, another crony Military Industrial Contractor, who kept trying
to hire me away from TVA and buddy me up with his stupid, redneck son.
So I headed towards Indiana where I had relatives, although I was unable to
find them. I went into Mooresville Public Library in Indianapolis and mentioned
to library director Diane Huerkamp that I was writing a book about suing an
attorney in GA. She knew of the incident, implored that I not continue with
the book, and that I would never get "anything out
of that". She admitted knowing DA's in the South and of the parties
involved. I saw her at a Subway sandwich shop later that day, and she
ran out the door, leaving her order behind. The two cops sitting
beside me burst out laughing. Later that day, I was besieged by
complete strangers who took it upon themselves to inform me that I
should "Get a Life" and "Up Yours". The police informed
me that an individual was shot in a library parking lot. I went to the other
end of town, and after reading an article in the Wall Street Journal about
Cobb's darkest legal secret (Leo Franks), I fell asleep in the car waiting
for the library to open, and was awakened by a helicopter, a fire, and firemen
who told me there had been an arson. A sheriff's deputy followed me out of
town and I
fled to New Jersey and met with, of all things, a female attorney
I had been writing to over the Internet. Some of this could have been a really
strange coincidence, but never before, and never since has anything like this
happened.
I have lost any faith I had in this country and the powers that rule.
It seems that these people were all a clan of Republican
good 'ol boys. I also now observe that this behavior is ubiquitous
Nationwide.
They turned a quiet 28 year old who played with the neighborhood kids,
programmed computers, fixed electronics, staged exotic Halloween
displays, maintained
bird feeders and gardens into an angry, fearful,
resentful, untrusting individual who cannot now maintain a decent
relationship with another human. It has been implied that I was
insane, a drug dealer, and an arsonist. I have gone so far as to
question my own sanity due to events which surrounded this ordeal.
I have wasted years and moved to three different states to avoid
reminders of this, only to have it re-appear over and over again.
And it isn't me causing it - unless you call stirring the pot of corruption a
valid cause.
I've had a nurse from the Navy's
John F. Kennedy move into my
home in Florida, disappear, then move out - with the parting comment
that they will someday make a movie about my life. Did the serial arsonist
kid do something stupid in the Navy and kill or injure someone? Or do these
people just enjoy making my life a living hell.
I've had old couples sit next to me in a beachside Holiday Inn Sun Spree
motel and plead with me not to change Social Security. What?! I wouldn't be
a part of their twisted, defective NeoCon
party for all the money they've sent to China - some things cannot be
bought or corrupted.
Apparently, until I either bow down to their will and die or expose it
all to public scrutiny, it will never truly end...
There is much more to this contorted story, but I'll give you leave
to consider...
Does all this seem right to you?
It clearly doesn't seem like Justice to me.
And here is the kicker to it all - like most twisted tales, it begins
with and involves women. The attorney's wife who insisted on
pestering me at work about her
daughter, a troubled 20 year old. The bizarre femme fatale was then hired
as a secretary. (Turns out they owned the building I worked in.)
I then endured months of "Why don't you take her out and f#$k her, her
boyfriend is weird." I quit the job to escape the annoying harassment.
Three days later she appeared in the street, shoeless and weeping, as I rode
a motorcycle through the park they apparently lived near. I had been riding
this route for over 8 years. I took her back to her home and offered to talk
to her dad. He met us in the drive, grabbed her by the hair, yanked her
off the bike and growled, "Get in the house, you damned slut". I
told him that he should not talk that way to his obviously disturbed child,
and he threatened to "beat the hell out of me" and struck my bike
with what looked to be a tire-iron. I left. Little did I know that I had just
met a pillar of the local community, the Cream of Cobb Society, the
Cobb County School Board attorney, Richard
(Dick) H. Still, Jr. The girl again appeared in the road as I headed
towards home. I took her a pay phone, and eventually home, as I had no where else to take her, and I wasn't going to leave her in the middle of the road, in the dark.
I had done volunteer work for the United Way's Midtown Battered Women's
shelter years previous, and distinctly recognized the signs of mental abuse
in the women. I also suspect that there was something 'odd' about the
relationship between these people. Cobb county has a history
of covering upchildren's
abuse issues, especially when dealing
with well-oiled fathers. The fire department had responded to a
disturbance on Mt. Calvary Road a year earlier, and found the daughter
running down the street naked. Why? Her subsequent behavior is just
as bizarre, and involves DUIs, Felony
Assault, assault
of police officers, repeated domestic violence complaints, etc.
Both women were subsequently served with a subpoena but neither were
ever produced in Court or for the taking of their depositions. The wife
claimed distress, in spite of the fact that we had numerous, lengthy
conversation in person and on the phone before this time, and she was well
enough to appear in both the judges office repeatedly, and at the post office
as I passed within 6 inches of her. The daughter
was sent out of the state, along with other witnesses
who mysteriously and suddenly disappeared, one of which dropped out of school
and moved to Key West days after I pointed out to attorney David Simpson that
she had seen the girl and I together at a local restaurant. My automotive tools
also disappeared after giving this same "attorney" the keys
to my storage facility to retrieve evidence for my defense. Violations of
attorney/client privilege.
Another
woman was apparently hired to spy on me, and her parting words
were, "You're not crazy are you?" When I asked who had implied that
I was, I was left a business card belonging to Attorney Herbert A.
Rivers. The photographs later received from the fire department
revealed that Still
had a sign belonging to Rivers in the outbuilding that was burned on his property.
So - Screw Georgia and all involved.
I've heard enough crap and want answers - 18 years is too long to
wait. I lost $25,000 in equity due to these people meddling with my
private affairs, and much more over the years due to the constant
relocation and from living underground in a kind of (pointless, apparently,
considering the NeoCon territory I covered) self-imposed witness protection
program, and the loss of the tools of two trades.Additionally, the "suspicious" TVA
fire/eminent domain/insurance fire sale destroyed brand new bedroom
furniture, living room furniture, my entire record collection of 25 years,
all notes and letters from 15+ year friends all over the US, books, lepidoptera
collection, numismatics collection, $3600 in cash, all electronic test equipment
I had worked my ass off to buy so that I wouldn't be forced to work for some
redneck crook employer, and my one year old $800/unit Maytag LA710 washer/dryer.
My tools and ability to produce an income were stolen and burned, and I was
left for dead. Well, it's been 18 years, I'm still pissed at these crooks,
and I want my money and life back. In hindsight, I discovered these people
had been messing with my employers and my home sale for months before this
incident occured - and it backfired when their idiot son set fire to the truck.
I had personally inspected yet
another BMW which burned in their driveway a month earlier, and it was
clearly arson - although they claimed electrical problems and screwed the
owner of the car out of his money. They wanted to buy the strange girl
a BMW because I had expressed an interest in one. D. Still and Harrison just
HAD to have what they wanted - which may have been me. At least that is what
the copies of the paperwork sent to Tatung from the US Labor Department imply.
And they questioned how I knew there was an opening - before the opening
existed - ewww...
Then there are the other undesirable jobs such as Henco, a crook who
had a longstanding reputation as being a freakish low-life who ripped off
not only his customers, his employees, but manufacturers as well. Seems as
though these people have a pretty racid lot of local business connections
- birds of a feather and all. Then there is the idiot Barry at Schulman's
Jewelers who needed to clean the wax out of his ears, or the other asshat
garage which stole my $360 paycheck. Rampant collusion, flawed intelligence, and outright illegal interference with my personal business - which was none of their concern in the first place. All I wanted to do was to work as an auto mechanic in order to save my life's work due to an idiot woman who hit me in the ass on Hwy41 and totaled my car - coupled with her rip-off insurance company, Allstate. But I had to quit due to the constant sexual harrasment. Why would this moronic, spoiled little rich girl need a job at a nasty, redneck garage anyway? Because I worked there, and her mother insisted on it...
I've heard about every lame-ass excuse under the sun for the behavior exhibited
by these clowns of justice, but not one reasonable truth.
Why did their idiot daughter stand in my front yard with her arms
around my neck begging me not to go to a Court hearing downtown, and then
dissappear while I was gone - wearing my black Applebees T-shirt? I had gone
on several interviews while she was there, and she had never requested that
I take her anywhere else. We watched David Letterman, listened to records,
played pool, darts, and she drank - so much so that I had to break the front
door down upon returning from one interview because I had left the house
keys with her in case she wanted to go somewhere while I was gone and she
wouldn't wake up from the alcohol induced stupor when I arrived home. Why
did she entreat, "Marry me, you're
crazy if you don't." Or request "Kill my daddy and we'll run off
with his money",
which I assumed at that time would have been life insurance proceeds? Yea,
Pamela Smart had nothing on this collection of amoral psychos.
If I was such a threat to their entire family, as was later claimed, why
did she rip her pants off in the middle of the Paper Mill river in some bizarre
display of affection. Or show up at my home drunk, hide
her car in the back yard, enter the home while I was not there, and pass out in my bed? And when
I arrived home and found her there, I told her that if she wasn't serious
about me, that she had no business being here. I wasn't running a flop house
for tarts. She then insisted that "You know I'm going to move
in with you, just ask my mom what kind of shit I've had to put up with." I
asked when, and she replied "Saturday". Whereupon she attempted
to leave, but the battery was dead in her car. I had to pull a battery into
the back yard, jump off the car, and drive the car from behind the house
on the narrow lot. It went dead again in the street, and I had to jump it
off again - to her screaming chorus of "Fix it Tony." I then followed her close to home to make sure she made it,
said goodbye in the parking lot of a shopping center, and went home. She
apparently then told others that I had kidnapped and held her hostage. Yea,
right - I suppose the boyfriend and his family needed a convenient excuse
for why she was two hours late getting home - to his house from mine, after
Richard Young got her drunk earlier that evening. But the guy at Kroger,
the girl at Rocco's, the Marietta Police, the door man at the Comedy Club,
and the girl at the Ford dealership certainly didn't think she was being
held hostage, now did they? Then, of course, there are the video tapes which
preempt this pathetic ploy. All I am left to conclude is that these are some
weird, thoroughly twisted people who probably contributed mightily to their
own daughter's dementia. Me crazy? Ha! Pot, meet kettle. Further, a simple statement
from the sociopath bimbo that she didn't care to see me would surely have sufficed,
or in the worst case a restraining order, rather than some perjured complaint to the
police that I was a complete stranger and mentally deranged. And still, the red herring
fiasco herein revealed is beyond comprehension.
And then there is this weird letter I got from a girl I met in California just
before all of this happened: 123456
Notice the date of the letter is the same as the psycho daughter's
birthday. Is this is an odd coincidence or what?
This country is absolutely out of control - and if you guys re-elect
another incumbent ANYTHING you are doing this country and yourselves
a severe disservice. It's time for new blood - these cronies are
stealing your lives and your children's futures. Absolute Power Corrupts -
Absolutely. Judicial overview and accountability should be amended to each
State's Constitution - especially in this drug dealing, cracker-ass, dixie
mafia state. And there is so much more to tell...
If they think that I will let this stand as is, allow me reassure the lot of them: I will hound these crooked bastards
to Hell's Gate if necessary until Justice is done. Period. I expect, and will receive, the Justice that my tax dollars paid for.
I don't care if it takes 50 years. As far as their filthy reputations are concerned, I don't care one iota about them, their
nasty redneck state, or their death legacies. Mess with my employers, mess with my home sale and attorney,
send cronies to harrass and threaten me repeatedly, burn my possessions,
attempt to run me down in the middle of the night, and attempt to frame me for their own evil-doings and utter stupidity?
To paraphrase Dick Cheney, Fuck 'Em. They should have left me alone in the first place, again when I moved to Florida, and kept their trash family away as well.
Since their wayward daughter requested of me once long ago, "Why don't you write
a book?",
that's exactly what I'm doing, and the "historical reputations" they were so
damned worried about will now have to compete with what I hope will end up
a new modern day sequel at the Fox theater, following Gone With the Wind. And
no, I'm not using nom de guerres - quite frankly, my dear, I don't give a
damned.