A Dershowitz quote

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I've been reading "The Best Defense" by Harvard Law Professor Alan Dershowitz and found an interesting quote that mirrors my feelings about many of the Superior Court judges.
It is amazing how many judges - especially, but not exclusively, state judges - lack the basic intelligence to understand a moderately complex legal argument. Some are just plain stupid; others lack the necessary legal education; still others are lazy or impatient. (Alan Dershowitz, Professor - Harvard Law School)
I have started preparing my case against the Superior Court of the State of California and will file it in the US Court, also known as the federal courts. My action will allege, among other things, prejudice and bias towards the self-represented litigator. With a degree of certainty, the above elements, in one form or another, were present to create the results that the judges will have to answer to. It will be a long and difficult fight considering my resources, but nevertheless a fight worth waging.

Mo Tales, Dysfunctional Defined

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The “Mo Tales” episode will not be featured today. Instead, for our reader’s enjoyment a mini-episode of “Married with Children” will be shown. "Married with Children" was a television series that was popular during the 80’s and defined the very meaning of a dysfunctional family.
 
The clip was a rare find for its entertainment value and short format. We hope that you find it as entertaining as we did. We are working on future episodes of Mo Tales and are experimenting on different formats and delivery strategies to make the characters come to life on your computer screen.
 
Enjoy!
 
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Dog taped to the fridge

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A man and his girlfriend are both in trouble with authorities after a dog was discovered taped to a refrigerator. Boulder Police responded to a disturbance call to the home of Brian Beck, 21 and discovered Rex, a 2 year old Shibu Inu upside down and held by packing tape to the side of a refrigerator. Abby Toll, 20 – Beck’s girlfriend admitted to taping the dog after a fight with Beck because he refused to get rid of it. They are now free on bail after being charged with a variety of minor and serious infractions.
 
It’s either me or the dog! What’s it gonna be?
What do you mean? What did you do to the dog?
Check the fridge!
 
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Kidnappers meet their match

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A 3 year-old who was abducted from his San Bernardino (CA) home was found wondering the streets of Mexicali, Mexico last Sunday after being gone for two weeks. The child, Briant Rodriguez, was reunited with his family after FBI agents went to Mexicali and helped in expediting his travel papers. There was no ransom or any communication between the parents and the kidnappers. Authorities are still searching for answers and want to know why the child was targeted for the kidnapping.

It’s obvious that the crew of kidnappers were comprised of amateurs. Either that or none of them has ever had a child and have no clear idea how much work a three-year child is. Based on that, we've theorized that there were no women in the group. We conjectured what it must have been like moments before the child’s release.

RJ’s dramatization of the child's release:

Kidnapper#1: Do you smell something?
Kidnapper#2: No. (Pretending he didn’t smell anything)
K#1: Dude, it’s your turn to change his diapers.
K#2:  What do you mean it’s my turn? I’m the brain of the operations. I was the one who thought of this whole thing. I’ll tell you what to do. Don't ever tell me what to do.
K#1: Yeah right. If you had brains, why are we in this situation? We’re in Mexico, without money, without a ransom plan and we have a kid who needs his diapers changed. More than that, he cries day and night. It's giving me a migraine!
K#2:Hey, remember – I was the one who drove him around last night because he didn’t want to sleep. I even bought him the milk from the American store across the border after he started throwing up from the goat milk.
(THE KID ERUPTS IN LOUD CRYING)
K#1: See what I mean? The kid has been crying all day and it is driving me nuts. Will you just change his diapers!
K#2: Man, I can’t. I have a real bad gag reflex when it comes to stink. I throw up when I catch wind of nasty stuff.
K#1: I don’t want to change him again. I already did that and the last time, my nose almost got split wide open.
K#2: If you don’t want to do that and I don’t want to do that, let’s just let him go, then. We’ll just find another kid who does not wear diapers the next time.
K#1: Fine!
K#2: Fine!

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ROBERT $112,188 in the red!

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When you find yourself in the financial red, the only reasonable thing to do is relax and think things through. That’s what I told myself after I finished tallying up the list of debts that appeared on my Experian credit report. Consumers are entitled to one free credit report from all credit bureaus every calendar year. In accordance, a request was sent to all the major credit reporting companies including Experian, TransUnion, Equifax and Chex-Systems. To my annoyance, Experian and Chex-System were the only companies that responded by sending me a copy of my credit report. TransUnion and Equifax both sent me a request for additional information which led me to ask a couple of questions - Do you think they are doing this so I would get impatient and acquire my report on the internet and pay them for it? Why is it that Experian and Chex-Systems sent me a credit and the two others did not when I sent them the same set of information to prove my identity? There’s one way to find out. If I could purchase my credit report online without showing them any additional information, then we know they have a racket going on that is meant to circumvent their responsibility to provide one free credit report per year.

The six-digit amount - $112,188.00 – was the sum of all the debts that appeared on the Experian report and some that didn’t but I was aware of. Fortunately, most of the figures are inaccurate/erroneous and will be disputed, contested and if required brought to court. There are bodies of laws that protect consumers from excessive and usurious creditor practices. These are things that I will have to learn, understand and use to deal with these creditors and collectors.

This creditor list will be updated as the information changes. I will also post the actions, tactics and strategies that I employed to deal with these creditors. The short-term goal is to get the liability zeroed out, so I can begin acquiring things in my name once again. At this point, anything that I acquire could literally be taken away from me. Ultimately I want to do this without filing bankruptcy so I can use my credit to amass wealth. Credit is an important tool for wealth generation. My many years of mortgage banking experience showed me how credit can be a two-sided blade. The upside, however, outweighs the negative if you know how to manage leverage smartly. In this day and age, there are simply some things that could not be acquired by cash. When was the last time you bought a house with cash?

So we start approximately $112,188 in the red. In the words of Cheech Marin, "das eesy man!"

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Deadbeat Dad

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There was an article in the Washington Times recently about “deadbeat dads” that caught my attention. It reported on a new reality television show called “Deadbeat Dads” – a show where a television crew traveled the country in search of a TV ambush. They prey on fathers who are on the deadbeat dad registry and catch them on film presumably in very uncomfortable situations. I personally haven’t seen the show and have no idea what types of people (deadbeats) are featured. However, my experience gives me a unique perspective on this issue and was actually given credence by the article. Not all fathers who are unable to pay the child support obligations are trying to evade their responsibilities. The article spoke of a father who was hospitalized for malnutrition and another who lives in a truck.

Laws that are heavy-handed, lopsided and antiquated are mostly to blame for this problem. Politicians are quick to jump the bandwagon of deadbeat dad bashing as it is perceived to be a surefire way to enhance their public image. So, they create laws that unintentionally cause the opposite effect. I am one such example. After a confluence of events, I lost my income and was unable to continue paying my child support payments of $1400.0 per month (Current Balance is $36,258 as of 4/1/09). As a result, the government suspended both my CA Department of Real Estate License and my CA Driver’s License – in effect taking away my livelihood and the means by which I can go to work.

To correct this, two things must be done. First, I must fight my ex-wife in court. Second, I must sue the government and question the constitutionality of the laws that are in place. Both tasks are difficult undertakings complicated by many issues. To fight legislators, you must be ready for an expensive and torturous fight – a situation that I am averse to. The action against my wife amounts to dragging her back to court and having the order to pay child support modified.

Re-opening the divorce case was something I was not anxious to do. My ex-wife had a double mastectomy a few months ago and I was concerned that doing so would give my children the impression that I was attacking her while she as going through that horrendous ordeal. I was waiting for the right time to deal with that situation. Fortunately, though, she seems to have recovered and I only hope that she can now take me on in court.

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DRE EXPLANATION OF FC 17520 
READ CHILD SUPPORT STATEMENT 
VIEW TEMP DRIV LICENSE SUSP 
READ WASHINGTON TIMES ARTICLE 

Suspect wanted "one last burrito"

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A man suspected of drug-dealing stops at a Taco Bell after leading a 90 mph chase to get one last burrito. Jermaine Askia Cooper, 36, abruptly stopped and entered the restaurant before being apprehended by officers of Fort Wayne IN. When asked why he did that, he told the waiter that “he knew he was going to jail for a while” and wanted to have a burrito before he was incarcerated. The reports made no indication whether or not his "last burrito" wish was granted. Depending on which penitentiary he ends up serving time, a burrito will likely be on the menu.
 
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FELIX sues OC and Dana Point Marina

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Our friend FELIX just filed his “Complaint for Damages and Prospective/Injunctive Relief” against the OC Board of Supervisors. FELIX is legally disabled as defined by the 1990 American Disabilities Act (ADA). He has been living at the Dana Point Marina as an on-board resident since his purchase of the boat in August 28, 2008. His action alleges that the OC Board of Supervisors and specifically the Dana Point Marina has started to implement the first phase of a revitalization plan. The new plan will rid the marina entirely of the smallest slips displacing a number of boats including FELIX’. He alleges that the marina violates provisions of the American Disabilities Act (ADA Mod.2008) by failing to provide, among other things, reasonable accommodations for him and his dog, Cookie, a pit-bull mix that is also disabled.

Bird droppings betray smugglers

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With fears of infectious diseases running high, health officials are now under pressure to figure out effective ways to contain potential contagions and carriers of the bird flu, swine flu and other dangerous diseases.

Enter two modern day smugglers – Duc Le, 34, and Sonny Dong, 46 - the invenerate criminal enterprise of “Le and Dong” of Garden Grove, CA who were engaged in the highly profitable business of smuggling birds. The two were caught by authorities after Dong landed at the Los Angeles International Airport from Vietnam. Airport authorities became suspicious when bird droppings and shards of feather were discovered on Dong’s shoes. The search that followed discovered 14 birds strapped to his calves. The investigation led to the home of his accomplice, Duc Le, where more birds were found. Both now face criminal charges in federal court. If convicted, Dong will face a maximum term of 26 years in prison. Le may face a 10-year prison term.
 
That’’s a load of you know what, Dong!

Cadaver thieves busted!

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Two associates with ties to the UCLA system were caught illegally selling body parts.  Earnest V. Nelson, a businessman and Henry Reid, the director of the willed-body parts at UCLA were charged with conspiring to steal and sell body parts to private medical research companies for a profit. Investigators believe that Nelson netted a total of $1.5 Million between 1999 and 2003. For his part, Reid received a total of $43,000 for giving Nelson access to the body parts. The conspiracy was uncovered when health authorities became suspicious that the parts were not being processed properly for infectious diseases. For their crimes, Nelson will be serving a maximum of 10 years and Reid will get 4 years in prison.
 
How do you explain making a living stealing body parts? More importantly - How do you explain getting caught?

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I.C.E. Agent Duped!

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An Immigration and Customs Enforcement (I.C.E) Agent recently reported his .40 cal handgun and his ICE windbreaker stolen. The agent whose name is not being released for safety reasons told Huntington Beach Police that the stolen items were in his car which he parked close to his home overnight. Authorities are confused, however, and are wondering why the ICE Agent did not report the theft until 5:09PM.

Just because he was duped doesn’t mean he has the license to try to deceive someone else. If I had to make a guess, he was partying with a bunch of people of his preferred company requiring that he remove his firearm from his personage. He woke up and the pistol was gone. He had to make the evidence fit the crime, so he got rid of the ICE windbreaker and parked his car near his home.

Off course, we owe him the benefit of the doubt. But I have to ask him this – Did you have a real good time, officer? Either way, he is an embarrassment to the agency and should be fired. He shouldn't be carrying a badge. Now, we have to worry about a gun in the hands of someone whose intentions we don't know.

Rich & Nina (14th May 2009)

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It was Sunday and the Bean Cafe was already closed. Fortunately, I was able to purchase a cup of my favorite – the Literary Latte – that is meant to scramble and rearrange the mind of a budding writer struggling with those annoying writer’s block moments. I took a table vacated by a group of ladies who had left a woman’s magazine on a chair. I opened the magazine as I’ve often wondered what women talk about when they are among themselves and settled on an article that asked “How do you keep the love burning when the checkbook is in the red?" It was a treatise of things I already know, a compendium of financial common sense tips that is rarely followed. In the end it just says, "Never get in the situation in the first place". I was getting to the part that talked about “How to save money without even trying (The lazy person's way to riches)?” when a black tinted van rigged for some serious adventure boisterously rolled into the parking lot. There were all sorts of toys hanging out of it – an ocean kayak, mountain bike, spare gas cans, a spare tire, and all sorts of lights on the roof that faced in every direction.

A ball of dust followed the van and settled as it parked a few spaces from where I was. The sun was already starting to set and darkness was descending that I couldn’t see the driver’s face. All that could be heard was the engine of the van idling. Minutes passed and there was nothing – not even a tiny movement in the van. I looked down to resume my reading. I was already on the last few sentences of the article and was completely riveted when all of a sudden, a man appeared with his face painted – shouting at me, blowing air, sticking his tongue out and making a commotion. One moment I was reading an article and the next thing I know I was looking at something like this.

CLICK HERE

It caught me by surprise. He came at me so fast that the only reaction I could muster was a quick slip under the table like a super-fast forward version of an earthquake drill. He was running back and forth screaming. And from my vantage point, I saw the face-painted man doing what I recognized to be a Maori Haka War Dance.

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And just as quick as quick as it started, it ended. Then, he walked over and looked under the table where his face was within inches to mine and said, “Dude, it’s me.” Only then did I recognize him. "Holy Moly Rich, you almost gave me a heart attack.” I finally was able to pull myself up to a seat. “What the hell was that, Rich?”, I asked. “That was a Haka”, he replied. It’s something that I’ll do to let people know not to mess with my Nina. Did you see my crazy eyes? Was it intimidating? Did you notice that my tongue was sticking out?

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“Oh yeah, I almost made a mess over here. But tell me, what in the world are you trying to do.” I asked. “It’s funny that you should mention the world. I’m preparing for our first trip together and I had to make sure that I was prepared. Off course, she doesn't know about this yet. She hasn't even heard of my plans yet. But, I always have to be prepared. I’ve been working out like a man on a mission that there is nothing I will not be able to do, especially when I have my Nina with me. There is nothing she and I cannot do. We will do everything together.

He gave me his IPhone and said, “Press play. It will explain to you where I want to take her." Where we find the Maori Haka is also one of the most beautiful places on earth – only fitting for my beautiful Nina. I want to take her to a place where she may find a love that is pure.

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Is your church coercive to your children?

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About a couple of years ago, I got a call from my daughter complaining of a terrible headache. One of the youth leaders at her church had convinced her that she had to fast and refrain from eating food for a certain length of time to show her devotion to God. After a few choice questions, I then explained to her that the exercise of fasting was performed by people during the ancient times and is done much less today because of modern demands on a person. The fasters used to deprive themselves of nutrition and limited their intake to water only. 

As a parent, I was somewhat perturbed that the church didn’t consult me before they had secured my daughter’s commitment to such lunacy. I then explained to my daughter that it was an exercise that was done by people, as the biblical stories portrayed, who would live in a cave and sit there for days and do nothing. Their caloric requirements were much lower because of limited activity. I then contrasted her life with those who lived in caves to fast. My daughter was a student, a dancer at her school and at that time worked part-time. I explained to her that she was having a headache because she wasn’t sequestered in a cave somewhere doing nothing. She was living the life of one who lives in the new millennium and whose body required food just to meet her commitments.
 
So, always be ever vigilant. Democracies are built on questioning authority. The link below is an extreme example of the coercive potential of church leaders. The OC Register reported an Ex-Youth Pastor who was jailed for having sexual relations with a minor he met at church.
 
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Rachauckas: We don't have Omerta!

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“Omertà” is the code of honor popular in Southern Italy – in cities like Sicily, Calabria and Campania - where the Mafia once flourished. "Omertà" implies “the categorical prohibition of cooperation with state authorities or reliance on its services, even when one has been victim of a crime. It is often called the “Code of Silence”.

Tony Rackauckas is the District Attorney for the County of Orange, California. Recently, the DA’s Office was criticized after a case against Deputy Christopher Hibbs was destroyed by the defense during trial. Deputy Hibbs was on trial for using a taser a second time to extract the name of the suspect while in custody. In a 45 minute expose, the prosecution explained that the case was demolished after officers invoked the Mafia-esque "Code of Silence".

Fugetaboutit! Let the boys speak, Don Tony.

Arizona says "No Way!"

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The first email message I opened this morning was a reply from the Arizona Department of Transportation (AZDOT). I sent an inquiry yesterday about applying for a driver’s license from their state. The coordination between CA and AZ appear to have the necessary safeguards to keep dangerous and/or unqualified drivers off the roads. Here is the text of their reply:
ADOT Response: Mr. Lacambra, thank you for your email inquiry regarding the purchase of an AZ driver license. Unfortunately, when we run the nationwide check on you, it would come back that you are not eligible in CA, and therefore, AZ will not issue a license, until the suspension is taken care of in CA. Thank you. 5/12/2009 6:50:01 AM

Will you give me a license Arizona?

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I sent off an inquiry to the Arizona Department of Transportation (ADOT) seeking information about getting a license from their state after my CA Driver’s License was suspended by the Child Support Services. The text of my inquiry is as follows:
I am inquiring about applying for an Arizona Driver's License. I am currently a resident of California whose license was suspended by the "Child Support Services" for my inability to keep paying child support payments. Not only have they taken my driving privileges but also my Department of Real Estate License. It's a double whammy - they've taken my means of making a living as well as my means of getting to work. To fight these antiquated laws will take too long and is too costly requiring the assistance of legislators. In the meantime, I need to be able to drive to work and make a living. Given my situation, are there regulations or statutes in place that will prevent me from getting a license from the state of Arizona?
I want to solve this problem and thought maybe going out of state for a license might be viable. I’ll post their reply as soon as we get it.

Discoveries begin on Sheriff's case

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I went to the District Attorney’s (DA) Office in Santa Ana this afternoon to serve my first set of discoveries. All actions for or against the County of Orange, specifically the Sheriff's Department is handled by the DA's Office. Because the matter is being heard in the Superior Court, I cannot serve the documents myself. It has to be served by another individual of legal age and not a party to the lawsuit. For that purpose, I was accompanied by my friend Jim who served the document packet on the DA which included a “Request for Production of Documents and Things” as well as a “Request for Admissions”.

The procedures for Traffic Court varies widely from Civil Procedures that I was very apprehensive. A text on procedures for traffic court could not be found so I relied on Constitutional Law that guarantees my right to information from my accusers. I have a feeling the DA’s Office has never seen anything like this from a self-represented party before because I requested for the Psychological Profile, Performance and Disciplinary Records and other information from the citing deputies. I expect some sort of opposition from their office. There is a distinct chance that they might even ignore my request. This should be interesting.

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READ REQUEST FOR DOCUMENTS 

ROBERT pleads not guilty

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I appeared in traffic court at the Harbor Justice Center - Laguna Hills yesterday. The court was presided by Judge Lyle Robertson. I wasn’t clear about the procedures for traffic court as it varies from civil procedure but knew that I was going to plead not guilty to all the charges from two different citations. Usually, a bail has to be paid before a traffic matter goes to trial. One alternative is to spend time in jail. That way the judge fulfills his statute requirements. I was ready to do just that because I didn’t have money to post bail so I took the bus just in case I had to spend time in County Jail. Fortunately, Judge Robertson did not require me to post bail and set my cases for trial on two different days – the 17th and 18th of June 2009. One ticket would have required a bail of $238.50 and the other $1071.00.

This demonstrates the inefficiency of the court system as both tickets could be consolidated. Both cited CA Vehicle Code (CVC) 4000 - Expired Registration. It can be said that it has common questions of law, fact and evidence. The clerk told me that they do this because the scheduling system uses the deputy’s last name (first letter of the surname), which didn’t make sense to me. 

Before I left, I took a couple of “Subpoena Forms” from the clerk and will be sending requests for production of documents and begin full discoveries against the Orange County Sheriff’s Department. This will be the precursor to a full-blown federal case that I am preparing.

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Yestradamus 050709

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(Part 2 of 2)

READ PART ONE

That was when the wheelin’ and dealin’ started. I stared at the middle of the full-grown pine tree and motioned like I saw something horrible – almost ghostly. “Oh no, not that”, I said to her. “If there is anything that I am allergic to it’s the bee sting. When I was a child, my arm got stung by a bee while playing at the school playground. It didn’t take very long for it to balloon into the shape of a whale. For a couple of days after that, I had a little racket going at my school. I snuck out one of my Mom’s Tupperwares and filed it up with water. I placed my arm in it and whenever I folded my arms up it was like looking at a whale kicking it’s tail out of the water. It was actually pretty cool. I had people lining up in the bathroom at my school paying 10 cents each. It was a crude and an early example of pay-per-view. I called the show “The Whale Boy Extravaganza”.
 
She looked up and said. “Where is that beehive that my little tropical man is so afraid of?” I pointed at the dark inverted conical shadow in the middle of the tree. She took off her eyeglasses and smiled at me. “If I didn’t know you well, I would think that you were actually trying to wiggle out of a dare. That is not a beehive, that’s a little ol’ pinecone”. “It is?”, I asked smiling back at her. “Look how big that pinecone is. That things is huge”, I said.
 
My mind was going a hundred miles an hour at this point. Not 10, not 20 not 30 but 100 MPH – three digits. Things were getting randier by the moment. A decision had to be made quick because I had to get out of that situation. So, I tried to distract her. “Do you know Muhammad Ali?”, he was the guy who said, I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.” He was the guy who tried to pull Howard Cosell’s wig on national television and expose his balled head. Do you know him?” She shook her head no. “We’ll, do you know Mike Tyson, then? He was the guy who bit off Evander Holyfield’s ear in the middle of the boxing ring at the MGM in Las Vegas.”
 
She wasn’t budging. Instead, she pointed to another tree and said, “We are not leaving until you show me that you can climb a tree for me, like you said.” At this point the sun was coming down and if I didn’t we’d be camping out there and pretty soon we’d be in a bad situation. There were three words that described what happened next. It was “Up, Down, Porcupine”. It seemed like every dry and hardened needle from that tree got in on the action and just let me have it. By the time I got down, I was like a porcupine in the silhouette of a man.
 
The moral of the story is - Do not say anything unless you are prepared to prove it.
 
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RJ is now on Facebook

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From the very beginning, we wanted to find the best way to open up our blog to comments. We looked at all sorts of ideas including having the option of readers commenting directly on the blog page. However, because we wanted to maintain an uncluttered look, we decided against that option. But finally, after a worthwhile search, we decided to create a Facebook Page for Robert’s Justice.

Facebook is one of the most popular networking tools available today. We want to make sure that both sides of any issue that Robert’s Justice advocates for or against is open to opposing views and arguments. I encourage even our opposition, legal or otherwise, to any and all lawsuits or actions we are engaged in, to participate in our network. Just because we may be opponents today doesn’t mean that we cannot be friends in the future. We want even our opponents to be our fans. 

To participate, you will have to establish a Facebook account. If you are already a member of Facebook, we would be grateful if you could invite your friends, colleagues and family to become a part of our network. If not, at least view the Facebook site and see its many benefits.

All the best,
The RJ Staff

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Looking for a car bandit

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A lady went to fill up her car with gas. She left to pay and when she came back she discovered that her car was gone. She left her keys in the car. The Police for the City of Orange, CA is now looking for a silver 2004 Ford Mustang with license plate 5FDM063.

This is just a note of advise to our readers. Times are very tough these days. There have been reports of individuals puncturing people's gas tanks just to steal gasoline. It’s definitely easier to do that if you leave the keys in your car. Gasoline bandits call that “a big bonus”. They end up with both your gas and your car at the same time. Although, in this case she didn't get a chance to put any gas yet. 

Do not make it easy, folks.

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Do you feel lucky, Punk?

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Napoleon once said, “Do not be so affixed to your goal that you are not able to see what is in front of you”.
 
The incident of a few days ago – the Assault in Laguna Niguel – required a major revision of my plans. I had already committed to run the “Rock & Roll Marathon” at the end of this month. But, in all honesty, I have woefully under-trained for that event. When I first made the plans to run the marathon I also predicted that I would be living in a house by now. There are many things you have to do when you are preparing for a marathon including training hard, having proper nutrition and recovering from your work-outs. The last 14 miler I did, I stopped so many times that I can tell there is simply no way that I could do a marathon under 5 hours. Living in a car has many disadvantages and critically essential to marathon training is a good cycle of sleep, rest/recovery and nutrition. Road Housing means that you have no bed in which to sleep in. I’ve tried sleeping in the car during the middle of the day and found the task impossible. It is bright and noisy at just about any parking lot during the day. Furthermore, because you don’t have a refrigerator, you are at the mercy of fast food restaurants. I can’t remember the last time I had a fresh plate of homemade pasta. So the goal of doing 26.2 miles will have to be pushed back towards the end of the year, if at all. To take it’s place will be another and arguably more audacious goal.
 
The new goal is to train for and defeat the assailant, Matthew, in a 4-round boxing match. Training for a fight will require that I taper on my runs to no more than 4 miles. Also, I’ll have to bring my weight up a little bit. Based on the pictures of the Mathew, he will probably have a problem getting down to my ideal fighting weight of less than 140 pounds. So, I’ve decided to fight him at Welterweight, which is between 140-147 lbs. just so I can take away all his excuses. It will be 4-rounds “Las Vegas Rules” with 3 knock down rule in effect. The venue will be decided at a later date.
 
That’s how you take care of punks like this guy. You call them out in a very public way. Street fights usually ends with the fight either being broken up or, like in his case, someone runs away. I want to see what this guy is made of. There is no better way to do that than to put him under the hot lights of a boxing ring. You either have it or you don’t. Just because he picked the wrong guy to mess with, he’ll have a criminal trial, a civil trial and a boxing fight to defend against. He’s surely now realizing that was a real stupid mistake.
 
You can run but you can’t hide, Punk!
 
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RJ is Back!

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That is why my baby, my 12” G4 laptop, never leaves my side even for a quick trip to the bathroom. The recent electrical cord incident showed me how invaluable a tool it is for my work. My workstyle depends on my laptop so much that not having access to it brought my creative output to a screeching halt. I tried to continue my work using the public computers at the Aliso Viejo Library and it wasn’t the same because I had to sit there for an entire session. When working, I usually walk around and engage all my senses just to keep it stimulated. Some of the best creative sessions I’ve had was at a place where there is much sensory input like a Price Club - hearing the bustle of business, touching the merchandise, seeing the colorful displays and sometimes tasting food samples all create a sensory concoction that kicks in my creative juices.
 
The last time I made an entry I wrote about the cord being repaired. Just this afternoon, I returned from a trip to Irvine and a visit with a gentleman referred to me by my friend Frank. It turns out that this gentleman used to work for the Russian Space Program. Using parts from two different cords, he was able to Frankenstein-rig one for me in 30 minutes. The Apple cord is not just any kind of cord. It has its own power supply and other gadgetry.
 
As for our friend Joe who first tried fixing the cord, it appears he was over-qualified for the task. I mentioned that he served in the US Navy. I wasn’t clear about his MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) but had a better idea when I received the cord back and it appeared roughed-up and softened up just a little. If it were a person, he or she would have been ready to spill the beans. Here are the facts: First, Joe was medically discharged from the US Navy. Second, the incident that caused the injury was in a hot spot in Iraq. Third, he was trying to apprehend a terrorist. Fourth, he has the tattoo of an operator. Given those facts, I think his experience with electricity is the variety that is now being debated in the highest places of our government.
 
We thank you for your help, Joe.