Blog Update

There has been a noticeable lapse in blog entries since the 14th of this month. My writing partner in all this, my 12" Mac Powerbook G4, which is now about 5 years old, has taken a short break from our adventures. Because of the wear and tear brought by the many years of faithful service, the electrical chord completely failed a few days ago. The last time I plugged into a wall outlet, electrical sparks literally flew off the wire. I went to the Apple Store in Mission Viejo to inquire and was told it will cost $80.00 for a replacement. We at RJ operate on a limited budget and had to find alternative means to meet this need. So, we are glad to say it is now in the capable hands of a friend who is attempting to repair the chord. Our friend Joe comes by way of the US Navy and proudly served our country as an "Electrician".

We will be back on our regular scheduled programming shortly. Thanks for your patience.

All the best,
The RJ Staff

Rich & Nina (14th April 2009)

The feelings that Rich has for his Nina is more than I can pretend to understand. It is profound and leaves me resigned to simply watching him and learning about some of the most important and nourishing emotions that a person can experience in life. There is a beauty in his devotion to his Nina that I admire and in a way I envy. The human tendency to avoid pain is powerful, pervasive and something we grapple with every single day of our existence. We would rather avoid the pain of a being rejected by a person we love than to risk having what might mean our happiness. The world is full of unhappy people living life with regrets after not doing what they should have done or said what they should have said. Yet, Rich’s affections have never wavered. I know that he has never doubted that he will spend the rest of his life with his Nina. He just doesn’t know when. Every morning he wakes up in the morning, looks in the mirror and with a smile he tells himself, “Maybe today is the day that I will have my Nina”.
 
That evening, I met with Ricci, the Italianate version of my friend Rich. “I have eh discover’d a beautiful song that I wish eh to sing to my Nina. It is called eh Conte Partiro by one of my faavorit singers Andrea Bocelli. In English it eh translates to “I’ll go with you” because Nina and I go perfectly together like a wheel and a tire in a macchina. It is the Italian word for a car. She is the beautiful and shiny wheel. I am the tire protecting her from the hot and rough roads of life but always together in our journey. Unfortunately, always it is the tire that is the problem – those very bad eh flat tires on the side of the road that eh make my Nina late for eh her appointments. Espesyally eh the ones she made eh with me.” His eyes sparkling as he says this. “But I will eh a try my best to be always be a tire that is strong and hard for her”.
 
The song I will sing is eh like my heart. It is full of promises to my Nina that I have never told her yet. Then, he brings out his karaoke and plugs in the microphone. Sound check 1-2-1-2-1-2-1. Okay, good. Ready? I nodded. Then he said, “Please, close your eyes eh and listen to the sounds eh of my heart.”
 
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SEAL Team kills 3 Pirates

US Navy Seal snipers, after 4 days of waiting, were finally given the green light to take out Somalian Pirates holding an American hostage. In the aftermath, 3 Pirates were killed, 1 is in custody and the hostage, American Capt. Richard Phillips was released and safe.
 
Early reports say that the lifeboat carrying the Pirates and the American hostage was being towed behind the US Navy ship Bainbridge when the take down of the 3 Pirates occurred. Another Pirate negotiating the ransom was on board the Navy ship and had to surrender immediately after discovering his companions had succumbed to the snipers’ skills.
 
The difficulty of the sniper shot(s) cannot be overemphasized. The targets were in a moving platform that was bobbing with the movement of the seas. The shooting platform, the US Navy ship, was also following the ebb and flow of the wave movements. To take dead aim of the targets and follow through required exceptional pulse discipline and skill that can only be mastered at the country’s best sniper schools.
 
The last time I saw something incredible like that was in my living room when my son shot up an entire battalion of alien bad guys playing Halo on his Xbox. Hoo Yah Seal Team!
 
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ROBERT assaulted in Laguna Niguel

It must be the Nikon camera. Whenever I have it with me, there is something interesting that happens requiring me to pull it out and just start shooting.

Saturday is Mom’s Day. I usually come by her house to visit and while there, I usually wash my cloths and if I have the time take a shower. Because of my recently suspended license, compliments of the Child Support Services, I had to walk from where my car is parked to her home about 35 minutes away carrying a duffel bag full of dirty clothing. It was the usual routine and in about three hours I was back on the road walking. I had my bag on my back slung like a backpack.

I was on the left sidewalk and was 10 minutes into my walk when I noticed another person probably in his 20’s cross the street and headed directly towards me. I’ve never met him and have never seen him around the area in the many years that I’ve ran that route on my training runs. He stood in front of me blocking my way and in a menacing way said “Are you sizing me up? Are you sizing me up?”. “What are you talking about?”, I replied to which he said, “Yeah that’s right walk away. Walk away you faggot!” Who’s the faggot, I asked him. He was about a few steps behind me at this point when he turned around and started swinging at me. I turned around to try to get rid of my bag, which I had slung around both shoulders. I was so weighted down that I tried to wrestle shoot for his legs and missed, scraping both my hands and knee on the asphalt. He maybe threw 7 or 8 punches and connected a few times hitting me on my forehead and on my left cheek. And then, he just started running away.

I took off after him and stopped a car and asked the man driving to call the Sheriff’s Department. I was on a major road and couldn’t find a safe place to leave my bag. Most of the money I had was in it, including my camera. I kept looking for a place that could conceal my bag beside the road so I can start sprinting but couldn’t find one. The chase wasn’t even into the second minute when he decided to turn into a street. That was when I stopped another car and asked the driver to call the Sheriff’s Department again to inform them that the chase had turned into that street.

By this time, he was already a distance from me and he entered a neighborhood to try to disappear. He even took off his green shirt to try to change his appearance. Finally, I lost him but continued in the direction I last saw him. It wasn’t very long when a Sheriff’s Deputy rolled by and upon seeing me she stopped and asked me some questions. She was particularly interested in the description of the assailant. She then asked me to sit by the side of the road and wait for her. She followed another Deputy in her squad car that had already entered the community.

A few minutes passed when another Deputy picked me up and drove me to where he was apprehended. By the time we arrived, he was in the squad car and had already spit on the officers and kicked out the glass of the squad car’s side window. I was sitting in the back of the Squad Car when I took the footage. The summarized version was the result of not having a chance to sit down and go through the sequence of events as I have on this entry. It is very raw and occurred a few minutes after the chase. I apologize in advance for the footage as it includes language that may be offensive to some people.

I overheard a Deputy call him Matt, which I now assume is his first name. One of the Deputies also said that he might be mentally deranged after kicking out the window of the squad car and spitting at the officers. Depending on the medical report, we'll see how to proceed in the future. Round Two is likely coming up for this punk - ROBERT v. MATT.

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ROBERT puts shoe in his mouth

Just when you think certain things have been rendered extinct, it returns with a vengeance. I am speaking of Pirates – real live ship boarding, people abducting and marauding Pirates. In my Preliminary Statement contained in my Complaint for Damages against “Public Storage”, (The Pirates)  I wrote this:

To some renters, a public-storage facility is a “treasure chest” of priceless personal possessions. Within four walls and protected from others only by lock and key are some of the most precious belongings a person owns – a memory frozen in time by pictures; an award for something proudly achieved; mementos and trinkets that can lighten the heart and papers that can never be replaced. To deceive a public into storing valuables in their premises and swindling them into losing their possessions for financial gains is as abominable as the plundering “Pirates” of the past who were erased from the seven seas by the chasing ships of civilized jurisprudence.

Well, imagine my surprise when I learned about “Piracy” that occurred off the coast of Somalia recently. After being repelled on the first attack, the Pirates were able to board a US Registered Maersk Alabama ship and took Richard Phillips, 55, the ship’s Captain as hostage. A US Navy ship, USS Bainbridge, was sent to the area and is currently monitoring the situation. The last attack on a US ship in Africa occurred in 1804 off the coast of Libya.

Are you kidding me?

READ ABOUT SOMALIAN PIRATES 

Lady of the Night

What does it say about a person who gets propositioned by a “Lady of the Night” at a library – during lunchtime? Aliso Viejo is not that kind of a community at all. This may have been the sign of the times – of economic difficulties – that one particular sex worker moved into our quiet community to ply her trade.

I was at the library watching the business news. It has been a routine for me for many months now trying to keep apprised of market developments and to watch the spectacle of TARPS and ALFS and Senators grilling Captains of Industry. I was being my usual self, acknowledging people around with a smile. It really never mattered whether I knew them or not. I sat across a lady reading the OC Register and every time she would turn the page we had a short glimpse of each other. If I had to make a guess, she was probably a teacher – clothed very simply and not flashy with a reserved demeanor in her mid-30’s. On one of those page-turners she got my patented smile.

I noticed her leave but returned a few minutes and handed me a note. It was amusing because the note was an example of deniable communication – code in other words. It was an offer to have an illicit encounter with her. I finished the television program and went outside where I found her waiting for me. After a couple of questions, I confirmed my suspicions. She was trying to convince me that the Bank of America right in the heart of town could not help her and she wanted me to drive her to another branch in another city. I simply said, “I’m sorry, I can’t help you because I don’t have a car”.

But judge for yourself the sophistication of the approach as I posted her note on the blog. It even mentions her preference of bed size. I digitally removed her name in case I am wrong, which I doubt. I am curious to know what she saw in me that made me a good potential client – a John? Did I look starved for affection? Did I look like I had the money? That would be an interesting demographic study. Unfortunately, I haven’t the time to conduct market research about the oldest profession.

This information is being forwarded to the proper authorities. 

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Bar Association gets protective order

I’ve been excited the last couple of weeks expecting to film members of the California Bar Association being deposed for the Felix Torres Jr. v. CA Bar Association case. The deposition was scheduled for tomorrow the 10th of April 2009. But, in a surprisingly effective last minute maneuver, the Bar Association was able to secure a protective order from a court barring the deposition.
 
I wanted to participate in the deposition to begin my informal discoveries on a case I am bringing against the Bar Association. There are certainly differences between FELIX ’ situation and mine. He once was a practicing attorney whereas I was not. Without digging deeper into the reasons, I have a feeling that the procedures for bringing action may be restrictive for a disbarred lawyer. So much so that judicial immunities may have been invoked. We will keep our readers updated on this case.

Seedy Operator makes ROBERT laugh

The email from the UPS Store prompted me to pick up my mail this afternoon. They informed me of a package that arrived by Express Mail. I expected an Ex-Parte Motion from one of my opposing counsels and so I opened the letter only to discover that the Seedy Operator’s  lawyer, Robert Connolly, was summoning me to court for what he felt was an affront because I did not show up at an "Arbitration Meeting". If that wasn’t laughable at all, look at the papers that he served me with. My 12-year-old son could have done a better job preparing his motion. The first thing that the judge will ask is, “Under what laws are you making this motion for sanctions?”. There were no statutes quoted on the paper whatsoever. It looks like a prank invitation to a courthouse party. At this point I'm not sure whether to respond with an "Opposition" or send him an RSVP.
 
He had his client spend money for him to draft some kind of invitation to appear before a judge convinced that he will be awarded sanctions. I already told him that this case will go in front of a jury and he just wants to make his client know that he is doing something about it - racking up some billable hours along the way.
 
What is it about the phrase, "We are going to Trial", that you don't understand? You’d better bring your “A-Game” counselor. This case is going to the federal courts and in front of a jury.

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Hustle Up, DOJ!

An email was sent this afternoon to the CA Department of Justice (DOJ) requesting a name of a contact that can accept a copy of the “Criminal Complaint and Request for Investigation” that was filed with the OC Sheriff’s Department on July 1, 2008 against Susan L. Angell, Esq., Wilbert Lacambra and Agnes Lacambra. As of this writing the investigation has not been initiated much less concluded. This request was prompted by a response email from the CA DOJ stating that my previous message “ … has been forwarded to the appropriate area within the department”.

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VIEW REQUEST FOR INVESTIGATION (OC SHERIFFS) 

3 Tickets equals 1 Federal Case

Yesterday morning was spent at the Harbor Justice Center Court in Laguna Hills. I appeared for a couple of traffic tickets. So far, I’ve accumulated three traffic citations (none of which were moving violations) – three counts for expired registration and one count for proof of insurance. I’ve been in an interesting situation since late last year. I have the pink slip to the car but was missing the signature of the previous owner, my friend Jefferson that conveyed the transfer of the vehicle into my name. A few months back, he told me that he was going abroad and that appears to be the reason why I can’t reach him. So, currently, the car ownership is in limbo.

I appeared in front of Commissioner M.J. Flynn and asked for a continuance. He continued the case until the 6th of May, 2009 when I will have to plead – usually guilty or not guilty. I have another plan, however. I’ll actually file a Federal Case against the Sheriff’s Department and allege that the inability to pay for my registration was proximately, if not directly caused by the Sheriff Departments indifference to a “Criminal Complaint” that I had filed in their office specifically requesting an investigation of violations of three Penal Codes by Susan L. Angell, Esq., Wilbert Lacambra and Agnes Lacambra. The lack of action on their part has prolonged my indigence/Homelessness and difficult financial circumstances.

The amazing thing about this situation is that it is actually financially feasible for a person in my situation to fight them in court. It will cost several hundreds of dollars for me to settle this case, which I do not have. But, I could have them face the question of whether or not they should be depleting the county treasury of many thousands of dollars and countless man-hours defending against my complaint. I’ll do this only to expose the county’s risk analysis systems. Against this scenario looms a serious quandary – they could always tow my car away. I haven’t driven my car in many days fearing that I might lose the only shelter I have. So, the car is parked about a half hour’s walk from the library. Moreover, the Child Support Services has already suspended my driving privileges effective April 4th, 2009.

I’m finding out that things could quickly degenerate when you are in this situation. You are forced to fight your way out of just about every situation. The good thing is that I’m actually beginning to like this because it wipes out the often times debilitating emotion of fear. In its place is anger, which fortunately I am able to control and project positively. By the time this is over, someone will have to give me a house free and clear. And that’s just for starters …

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Robert's Note: The drivers license numbers on the citations were digitally removed to protect against identity thieves despite the liability that using my identity would pose - financially, credit worthiness or otherwise.

Yestradamus 040709

The trees abound with pine needles howl with the wind
A chariot decrepit from use must carry the weary one
A fight he continues on grounds perched high
Holding the reigns of an assault from a legion of lions

The word pine needles remind me of this one operation I was involved in many years ago. I was hired on to infiltrate this company that was owned by a very secretive family. They were so secretive, in fact, that any candidate who wishes to work for the company had to go through a rigorous vetting process that not only takes into consideration the person’s abilities but also the level of loyalty. They considered all the past dealings with acquaintances, friends, relatives that for me to get in the door for the interview, one of the employees had to be a childhood friend. It was that kind of selectiveness that made my employer wonder what they were doing and why nobody ever leaves the company. You basically have to die to leave their employ.

Because we knew that there wasn’t a chance that I could get in the company, my employers thought that I could try to date the only daughter who wasn’t married. So, my cover was a wealthy entrepreneur – a tech nouveau riche – with Gianni Versace glasses and Dolce Gabbana clothing. To keep up the appearance, I was given a sizable expense account that I was just laying money here and there like it was a gallon of cheap paint. The only draw back was I had to do away with the military attitude and turn into a wheeler and dealer – a smiling, back slapping salesman.

The woman turned out to be a spoiled brat and had the notion that she can have anything that she wants without even putting in the effort. The transformation was difficult enough that I was falling back into my old patterns. On one date, I managed to finagle out of a huge socialite party and talked her into a country outing instead. I needed to be out in nature. I was running out of things to say that I had to mention some of my adventures in the jungles disguised as something else. I told her that I was once ship wrecked and had to subsist on coconuts for water. “I can climb a coconut tree with such ease that I was practically a native”. She looked around and pointed to a tree. “Very, well. Show me, then”. There is an award waiting for my little native man.”, she said with a smile. I caught myself and had to backtrack. “First of all that isn’t a coconut tree and second of all I need a knife to make notches on the trunk”. Without saying a word, she looked at me, pointed to another tree that was a little more mature than the one she pointed to earlier”. I looked at it and knew that if I got up there and something happens to me, nobody is ever going to find me.

If you haven’t ever noticed, the pine tree does not have leaves. It has needles. Depending on certain conditions, going up is no problem but coming down is like sliding on a fireman’s pole with tiny spikes on it.  I was kicking myself for having a big mouth but had to comply. There was nothing worse than blowing my cover and losing that huge expense account, the Ferrari, the house on the beach and all the trappings. But here I was trapped, in a weird way.

After months of putting lotion on my hands to get rid of the massive calluses that I had accumulated over the years, my hands were soft as a baby’s behind. That was part of the cover. I had a pair of rich man’s hands. The moment I touched the rough bark of that tree a shot of electricity went through my body with such jolt that my mind screamed a yelping ouchiewawawoowie ….

(Analyst 147X)
To be continued.

OC Sheriff a child molester?

A 19-year veteran of the OC Sheriff’s Department was apprehended on suspicion of child molestation this morning by elements of the Riverside Sheriff’s Department. Deputy Wilbert Dale Garcia, 49, is being held for three offenses – one for continual sexual abuse of a child under 14 yrs. of age and two counts of aggravated child sexual assault.  Fairness dictates that the Deputy be provided an impartial trial and is innocent until proven guilty. However, there is reason to believe that very incriminating evidence was collected from the preliminary investigation that certainly included a medical examination of the child. 

How did this happen, how can this be prevented and are there other victims?

READ OC REGISTER ARTICLE 

Give me Gerry's email address!

Attorney General Gerry Brown that is. In hopes of expediting my criminal complaint against Susan L. Angell, Wilbert Lacambra and Agnes Lacambra for violations of three (3) Penal Code Statutes, I wrote the webmaster of the Attorney General’s Office and received the typical runaround email referring me to people who cannot help me. The body of my message included the following language specifically asking for the Attorney General’s email address:

Message:

I perused the list of forms on the website and could

not find the one suited for what I need. I just need

an email address of a live person who could take a

copy of a complaint that I have already filed with

the OC Sheriff's Department in Laguna Niguel last

July 1, 2008. They are intimidated by the prospects

of investigating a practicing attorney who I have

alleged to have violated three Penal Codes. The

complaint, from what I can tell, has not been

investigated much less concluded. If you can give

me Gerry's direct email I would be grateful.

Thank you in advance.

The reply message was surprisingly useless. I was directed to file a complaint with the California Bar Association. My past experiences with the Bar Association have been disappointing at best. A previous complaint I filed alleging misconduct by a member of their association (Gary J. Gough Esq.) was met with cold disregard suggesting instead that I file a civil complaint against the attorney. That’s a really good plan if you have money, which in this case I didn’t. If I hadn’t taken up the challenge and pursued this matter in court, my grievance would have been forgotten and another individual's rights trampled. The reply email of the Attorney General’s Office is ripe with the classical traits of “Management by Evasion.” I will be sending a letter to Attorney General Brown and will await his reply. We can make a judgment about his crime fighting credentials thereafter and hopefully dispel what I suspect is another case of a member of the “Lawyer’s Club” protecting one of their own. The body of the DOJ’s return email is herein inserted:

Thank you for your email message.

The information about filing a complaint about a lawyer can be found on our website at: http://ag.ca.gov/consumers/general/stbar.php The page states:

COMPLAINTS ABOUT A LAWYER

If you have a complaint about a lawyer, contact the State Bar of California.

The State Bar has exclusive jurisdiction for attorney discipline and alleged violations of the State Bar Act or Rules of Professional Conduct.

Allegations of criminal conduct should be referred to the district attorney in which the alleged crime occurred.

To learn more, see the State Bar's Overview of Attorney Discipline. (http://www.calbar.ca.gov/state/calbar/calbar_generic.jsp?cid=10179&id=1139)

TO FILE A COMPLAINT, CONTACT: 

The State Bar of California

1-800-843-9053
(toll-free in California)

Webmaster

California Department of Justice

ROBERT’S NOTE: Both emails from which excerpts were culled are on file and can and may be made available to the public in the future.