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Four years ago today, the RJ blog was born ...

We want to invoke the 10th Amendment and place squarely in the hands of state governments, local police and law enforcement agencies the responsibility of law enforcement and the policing of their communities. We want to abolish the Federal Bureau of Investigations.

It was exactly four years ago to the day when our first blog post on ROBERTS|JUSTICE was published. It was at the "Neighborhood Cup" in the City of Aliso Viejo, California one afternoon. I was already homeless and sought a way to tell my story and have my voice heard. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my struggles would last this long, nor did I think that I would be confronted by the questions that I now struggle with. I began my adventures thinking that I had a once in a lifetime opportunity to beat the judicial establishment at their game. Little did I know that I would one day step into a veritable Hornet's nest and become a subject of the FBI's counter-intelligence disruptive operations intent on keeping my story from the public arena. There was not even a slight clue that I would end up chasing information that would lead me to even bigger, substantially more complex and profound questions. For instance, I now grapple with a troubling question that goes to the heart of this country's founding principles - Are we a system of laws or are we a system of powerful institutions and individuals?

One of America's most deserved attribute is the way in which its government is structured. The founding fathers created a system of checks and balances among the branches of government to ensure that not one could amass too much power and influence. They were to be independent of each other and serve as countervailing forces. But after discovering evidence of collusion between the judicial branch and the law enforcement community, the notion of "a shining beacon of hope" was put into question. I was immeasurably disappointed and felt incredibly let down. I had no choice but to fight back and to seek a redress, which I do so to this day. Today, I am not only astounded by the FBI's callous acts of depravity that have accumulated over time but I am also angered by the results of their actions, having done so with absolute impunity. By any definition, they were the embodiment of perfect criminals - committing and then investigating their own crimes, doing so with an air of respectability.

Being that I am an agnostic and a self-proclaimed independent thinker, I genuinely believe that America is my last best hope on earth. So, what first started as mere advocacy for my constitutional rights eventually morphed into a battle for my very existence and the right to lead a life without excessive compromises to meet the designs of the state - that being my freedom of religion or my right to be without. There is simply no other place on this earth that will accept me for my beliefs without much consternation.

So, what began as an education about the law turned into the development of amateur counter-intelligence skills - of spotting and defending against "FBI micro-operations". The study of case laws at public libraries also became field exercises in observing FBI operatives and their operations. Because of my desire to expose their unlawful activities, I was always a subject of their surveillance. I have since learned to deploy some very crude systems of counter-intelligence work. The reading about Marbury v. Madison and the Dred Scott decisions went side by side with learning about law enforcement and  intelligence operation techniques. I often refer to the storytelling of the FBI's most flattering accomplishments by Ronald Kessler in my materials. From all that, I was able to distill certain operational habits that have been passed down from the earliest FBI agents to the modern crime fighter.  

There is a propensity for the artsy and of leaving coded messages about their work for the benefit of posterity. There was a story about a phony FBI business named James Rico Construction Consulting in NY that served as a liaison between the labor-unions and the criminal underworld in the '70s. RICO is a body of laws written to combat organized crime. It stands for Racketeering Influenced Corrupt Organization. Naming their enterprise in such a manner was a touch of gutsy that stems from a kind of you suffer fools type of a culture, certain they were smarter than the targets of their investigations. That kind of inside-joke, fraternity way of conducting business persists today. I won't name specific individuals. However, to make my point I will name pets belonging to a number of their operatives, which follows along this DNA of FBI ridiculousness - Rico, Oreo, Sadie, Gunner, Vinnie "Joe Pesci lawyer character" (later changed because it's too obvious) - all of which have significance in my life, my work and to their investigations. The undercover names of their agents are even the more bewildering and essentially gives away the farm.

The earliest iteration of the ROBERTS|JUSTICE tagline was "He was an Entrepreneur, until they threw him one wicked curve-ball. Then, he became his own Trial Lawyer." Guess who moves into my small American town looking for baseballs? It was a man who spent the early mornings walking the perimeter of baseball fields collecting used baseballs for sale on Ebay. It was our man Jim who claimed to have received a law degree from UCLA and was hell bent on doing business with me. That short-lived friendship ended in court but have yet to be resolved because he couldn't be served with the complaint and summons. (READ HIS STORY BELOW)

We've all heard of the long standing promise by the Canadian Mounties - "We always get our man." That also seems to be an operative phrase at the FBI, although not true to its original meaning. The Canadian Mounties are known for their relentless style of investigating that results in a very high percentage of criminal apprehension. To the FBI that saying has a more sinister connotation, however. It means that they will eventually punish their target one way or another and it isn't necessarily for the crime that originally triggered the investigation. One of the most famous recipients of this outlandish style of crime-fighting is Al Capone. After lambasting him in the press as a murderous sociopath, supposedly responsible for killing unknown numbers of individuals, the FBI threw him in jail for tax evasion. None of the alleged murders were ever proven in court. If modern investigative methods were brought to bear, it might very well turn out that his accountant, who cooked the books for the Capone crime organization, was an FBI plant who did so under orders from the FBI office. It also follows that they, the FBI, may have been responsible for the alleged killings as well, through their direction or their own commission. Hence the saying, "We always get our man."

In my case, the FBI organized a clean-up crew from the New York Field Office to keep their illegal activities under wraps. So far they have done their professional best to make sure not a single word about my story gets out. The jamming and misdirecting of my blog entries and published materials are legendary for its sophistication and effectiveness. Our twitter account @robertsjustice is effectively jammed. That account received its last message on 18th November 2011, preventing us from answering questions from our readers. 

If they discovered how the FBI really works, Americans will be so incensed about the waste of tax dollars and violations of the constitution that reforms will certainly be demanded. Large governmental bureaucracies are averse to such changes. And if they get past the initial scare of what might happen if they went against Uncle Sam, Americans may require a reckoning of sorts. For the Bureau that would be an absolute disaster. Opening up their vaults might have unintended consequences they are at a loss to mitigate. It might cause the airing of all their secretive and misguided adventures, a number of which would certainly be the sanctioned defacing of the constitution. Why, for instance, has the Fast and Furious investigation taken substantially longer than the JFK Assassination investigations did? Consider that many Americans now believe President Kennedy's death was not the work of a lone gunman. Which law enforcement organization was primarily tasked with that investigation? Such a tremendous undertaking of collusion and cover-ups require the participation of the FBI. That is why the investigation was handed to an independent commission that essentially rubber stamped the storylines. The same arms-length pattern can be discerned from the Official 9/11 Report. The commission simply took what was given to them by the FBI spin-meisters. Had any one of them walked through the Pentagon or the Pennsylvania field where one of the planes supposedly crashed and did their due diligence, the investigators would have known that large commercial airliners were not involved in those crashes.  

There is ample information in the public domain about individuals of expertise and unimpeachable motives who question the conclusions of these investigations. If the outright lies aren't enough, they've somehow found a way to pass one of the most oppressive body of laws in the history of this country to continue their assault on civil liberties. Oddly enough, they call it the "US Patriot's Act." All these actions triggered two foreign wars, massive expenditures that led to unsustainable debts to the point that neither taxing nor borrowing are enough to clean the nation's balance sheet. The country is now printing money without anything to back it with except the promise of future generations to pay for it. They call this Quantitative Easing and it may prove to be the most difficult challenge this country will ever encounter.

The allure of an adventure is that you'll never know what you'll see until you actually get there. Because of what we have seen so far, we have since expanded our mission at ROBERTS|JUSTICE. When we began our adventures, we sought the complete overhaul of the American legal system by creating systems and procedures of jurisprudence expressly for the self-represented parties. We want, in effect, to level the playing field so that a case is decided on its merits and not by who has the deepest pockets. Because of the enormity of the problems and the wayward system that we discovered, we now amend our mission in hopes of bringing to fruition the spirit and meaning of the US Constitution. We want to invoke the 10th Amendment and place squarely in the hands of state governments, local police and law enforcement agencies the responsibility of law enforcement and the policing of their communities. We want to abolish the Federal Bureau of Investigations.

Having said that, we sincerely believe that it will be an amazing next four years at ROBERTS|JUSTICE. And for as long as air courses through our lungs, we will continue telling you our stories.

READ ABOUT JIM MACKEY

READ OUR FIRST R|J POST

TOHOKU QUAKE & TSUNAMI: One Year Later

In the 65 years after the end of World War II, this is the toughest and the most difficult crisis for Japan. (Prime Minister Naoto Kan)

There were warnings. Just two days before, on the 9th of March 2011, a 7.2 magnitude earthquake registered on the Richter scale. It was centered 25 miles from what became the epicenter of the massive 9.0 magnitude earthquake on the 11th of March. There were hundreds of aftershocks that preceded the big quake. In the middle of that, residents probably had a foreboding, a sense of some danger looming.

When it struck, the authorities were able to send off an earthquake warning. It was reported that one minute before the quake was felt in Tokyo, an early warning was sent off to millions, enough to save countless lives. The next day, the world saw what nature had done.

The images were stunning, the ferocity of the nature’s fury shocking, matched by the number of lives affected by the tsunami that followed the earthquake. The shock lingered, reassured only by images of the steely and disciplined manner in which the people of Japan met the challenge, quietly saying in action, this too shall pass.

One morning they woke up to the usual panorama, a view they’ve been accustomed to - a fishing village, a farming village, a village of people and many things - indeed, a village. By the next day, the lowlands were submerged in water with piles of debris strewn about that the water had carried back returning to the sea. The village was no longer, leaving observers wondering how anything could have withstood such powerful display of nature. It was complete in its devastation. A year later, the World Bank reported it was the most expensive natural disaster in history costing approximately $US235B.

The heroes were the Japanese people themselves, who displayed the very best of human nature - qualities observed in pictures during the Kobe earthquake of 1995. Pictures from print magazines were revealing. There were people standing single-file in long and excruciating wait to use a public restroom. It seemed nobody would dare relieve themselves in public or enter somebody else’s property for the use of a restroom. They stood in wait, in disciplined order.  

For a nation with one of the oldest population in the world, the next generation shined through. There were great expressions of genuine caring and selflessness, of a gentle manner Westerners rarely see, or even experience. There were revelations of personal and national pride. When asked by reporters about incidents of looting, the answer was, those (committing the looting) are not from here.

To which I say, how I wish that I could have been there. I would have been a witness to ...

Perhaps, someday.

UNFORGETTABLE IMAGES

• THERE WAS SILENCE
• THERE WAS PAIN
• THERE WAS INTERRUPTION
• THERE WAS HEALING
• THERE WERE OBSTACLES
• THERE WERE GOODBYES

QUICK FACTS

CASUALTIES
Dead: 15,854
Injured: 9,677
Missing: 3,155

BUILDINGS:
Collapsed: 129,107
Half Collapsed: 254,139
Partial Damage: 365,750
Economic Cost: $235B (Est. World Bank)

NOTE: The author is 1/8th Japanese. His great-grandfather was Scottish who stowed on a boat and landed in America. He signed up for the US Army and on a foreign deployment met his future wife, a Japanese.

Syria: Her anger and pain

What is it about Syria that had so seduced me? I suppose, I found in Syria something gripping - a people’s cry for their future, misery that is substantially more than what I am experiencing in my own life. They are a brave people living through experiences that are unacceptable, revolting and perpetrated by their own government.

With all that was happening in Syria, the last few weeks were spent surfing the web following the developments of the uprising and posting news on my Twitter account. No other war has ever been covered in the way that it has, from what could be gleaned from information available on the web, even as recent as the Gulf Wars. In those days, reporters working for networks were the only people who could afford expensive video recorders. After a day of taping, they would carefully edit their pieces so that images made available to the public complied with FCC rules or that of any other censorship organizations. Today, the video recorder comes with a cell phone and images could easily be downloaded to the world wide web. Whatever gets recorded during an event gets uploaded in its entirety. There’s also the social networking sites that make such things available to everyone.

My opinions about the uprising were shaped over the many months viewing amateur footage uploaded to YouTube, mostly by the participants of the events. Many of the images are too graphic to be shown on television and cable programs. They are raw, unedited and composed of extreme human tragedy. The individuals recording the events were rarely professional reporters, in most cases documenting the injury or death of someone they were close to. In a cruel twist of faith, they congregated to petition the government for a piece of their future that only personal liberty can provide to them. Before the day was over, they were recording on their devises the images of friends or loved ones for the very last time.

What it showed me, in terms that we in America rarely understand, are the potential dangers of government. The extremes to which it can bear down upon a population. The more than year-long popular uprising had unleashed on its people the power of force - trained soldiers, tanks and aircraft throwing down ordinance and destroying anything within its effective destructive range - mangling steel, turning cement into rubble, indiscriminately injuring and killing. It has turned into a lop-sided murderous rampage, there isn’t a fair court on this earth that would acquit the regime of murdering innocent civilians.

The evening before her death, Marie Colvin, a war correspondent from the Sunday Times of London, went on CNN to report on the events in Homs, one of the heaviest hit areas in Syria. She spoke about an infant in the lap of death, panting his last precious breaths of air after being struck by shrapnel. In contrast to the shaky videos on YouTube uploaded by residents, hers was a professional dispatch - articulate and succinct. Her voice had the quality that war correspondents have in spare, courage. I was drawn to what later became her last interview with Anderson Cooper, wondering how I might have missed the career of such an immense talent. Her words swirled in my head almost the entire evening:

The Syrian Army is basically shelling the city of cold starving civilians. (Marie Colvin, Sunday Times of London)

In my days as an indigent litigator I’ve spent many evenings cold, sometimes starving. I have experienced my government, through the actions of the FBI, take everything I have, evicted me from my home, taken my cars and forcefully remove me from the spot I chose to sleep that evening. Naturally, I commiserate with anyone who experiences hardships that are not of their own doing. I can hear you loudly, Syria.

RIP Marie Colvin, Remi Ochlick and Anthony Shadid

MARIE COLVIN’S LAST CALL - About a dying child

THE FBI TRICK: Pretending they are the CIA

This is in response to an article that Alan Colmes recently posted via Twitter. Being a long-time subject of FBI operations myself, I can’t help but call attention to his naivete and that of the article he was quoting. In the last four years, the number of years I have been an indigent litigator, I have been a keen observer of the way the FBI conducts its work that I am almost expert at spotting their ridiculous buffoonery.

READ ALAN COLME’S ARTICLE

Alan - That's absolute hogwash. The FBI deflects blame by telling their people to pretend they are from another government agency for purposes of deniability. I know this to be a fact. Their favorite cover is the CIA. The fact is, the FBI, particularly the NY Field Office, have had a long and cozy relationship with Israel's Intelligence Service - the Mossad. There is disturbing information that suggests they’ve been effectively infiltrated by the masterful and crafty Mossad, to the degree that they’ve appropriated “carte blanche” standing to advance Israel’s agenda using FBI assets and resources. In view of its implications, I find that to be absolutely outrageous. For any other country, friend or foe, such actions would be considered “foreign influence” and subject to endless investigations by members of Congress.

What’s more, the FBI systematically turns a blind eye on actionable information that may appear to be Mossad operations on American soil. Their work is disturbingly blatant to suggest operational knowledge and protection at the highest levels of the US government. The facts are convincing enough that US Congressman Ron Paul alluded to the possibility of Israel being behind the 1993 World Trade Center bombing. There is also ample information in the public arena that points to a sanctioned attack on the Twin Towers by rogue elements of the intelligence and law enforcement community. The Fox interview of Prof. Morgan Reynolds (Economics, Texas A&M University) can be viewed below.

To deflect blame, the FBI has a habit of pointing to the CIA to mitigate exposure - a very effective kind of identity theft. Because the Agency has a policy of neither confirming nor denying its activities, the public is always in the dark on such matters. That's why whenever an event of such magnitude occurs Americans are conditioned to apportion blame to the CIA when in fact the responsibility falls in the hands of the FBI, either by incompetent neglect or direct collusion. The fact is, the FBI works anywhere in the world and have 61 Legat offices worldwide.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not a fan of the CIA. In all, they’ve managed a net-negative result for this country in the last 50 years. They are from a bygone era when political assassinations and coup d’ etats were in vogue. If you want to know how behind the times they are, their website was recently hacked and they’ve been struggling to get it running properly ever since. In light of the fact that we are now living in the digital age, that interesting story is embarrassingly ridiculous. You may read the InfoWeek article below.

As far as the press goes, you are sometimes a part of that system of collusion that either ignores or varnishes over information important to the lives of Americans. As a consequence, the press is partly to blame for what many think is America's diminished standing in the world. The free-press is a critical part of that machinery that permits a genuine balance of power among the branches of government by holding individuals and organizations to account. It is a cornerstone of the Constitution. You are supposed to ask tough questions and report abuses in government. Instead, you occupy the marketplace of ideas with information that distract people from what really matters. Here’s a very short list to ponder and follow it to it's natural conclusion:

• 18 of our veterans commit suicide everyday
• 100 individuals die from prescription drugs everyday
• This nation has unfunded liabilities amounting to $117.7T

What say you, Alan Colmes?

FOX INTERVIEW OF PROF. REYNOLDS
INFOWEEK ARTICLE, CIA HACK
CDC ON PRESCRIPTION DRUG ABUSE
VETERAN SUICIDES (Veterans for Common Sense v. Shinseki)
US DEBT CLOCK - Unfunded Liabilities

A Bittersweet Valentine's Day

I had the money. I had cars. I had the house. I had a husband had the kid ... and none of it really feels ... was really that fulfilling. For a time I was happy. I was happy, but I needed that joy. I needed my joy back … that peace. (Whitney Houston in 2009, appearing on The Oprah Winfrey Show)

Some of Whitney Houston’s interviews the last few years of her life were a glimpse into the life of a tormented soul. For someone who gave so much happiness to people through her performances, it seemed as though there was a disconnect, there was something wrong and deeply unfair. It seemed that what she offered the world was not bartered in exchange for exactly what she wanted or needed. She got what most people would have given an arm to receive. She had fame, affluence, countless awards from her peers and certain security but she could not find the peace that she longed for.

What an amazing talent she was, to be sure. She broke new ground for many singers who would follow the path she blazed. Who would have thought that a descendant of a slave would perform for us the most beautiful rendition of our national anthem? And for those of age, who would have forgotten the song for the 1988 Olympics - One Moment In Time - synched with the fluid and slo-mo struggles of athletes going for the gold, giving all that they had and leaving nothing on the field.

Valentine’s Day this year is bittersweet. She was a favorite feature on our Rich & Nina Series over the years. We lost someone whose songs, at least for many of us, were so inextricably connected to the memories of our youth - the friendships, the relationships, the romances, the heartaches and the varying degrees of happiness. In that decade, it seemed that everywhere there was a sharing of good times, one of her songs would be playing.

Her departure from this earth coincided with the freeing of another soul from a different kind of torment. The day of her death, the 11th of February, is also the anniversary of Nelson Mandela’s release from prison. As if on queue, she took her bow and promptly exited stage left. If a picture tells a story, you might inquire what this moment meant to her - of her placing her head on Pres. Mandela’s shoulder with her eyes closed, in a sign of complete deference and kinship. I would argue that she found, if for a fleeting moment, the semblance of peace. (VIEW PICTURE)

Perhaps, the best way to celebrate her life is to enjoy what she left for us. We picked seven songs from a long list of her popular tunes to celebrate her work. We can’t tell you how much we’ll miss you. Happy Valentines Day, Nippy.

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
HOW WILL I KNOW
I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY
WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO
DIDN’T WE ALMOST HAVE IT ALL
ONE MOMENT IN TIME
GREATEST LOVE OF ALL

FBI'S UN Women - Nut’ So Fast II

There are a number of reasons why I turn down offers by people to move into their homes. As mentioned before, I am now and probably forever be a subject of FBI Operations for as long as I have the desire and capacity to write about their misdeeds, misadventures and their predilection to violating the laws they have sworn to protect.

In a continuation of a previous story, new revelation was made that was neither shocking nor unsual for FBI-NY. In fact, it was so predictable it was entirely expected. Some months ago, I wrote about a lady whose identity I have made enormous efforts to conceal. The reason is there are federal laws that protect even the most incompetent FBI agents from being outed by the public, no matter how egregious the effects of their actions.

READ THE PREVIOUS POST FOR BACKGROUND

She has been working on her scheme for a while now. An act of kindness, any other way, should be rewarded. Her offer was made around the Christmas holiday. First, she asked me where I was sleeping. To which I answered that I was still sleeping on the streets. Then, she asked me if I wanted to stay at her place for the next few days - the new place where she moved into. My reflex answer was a polite and grateful no. The number of scenarios and problems that are possible living with a woman under the employ of the FBI and tasked with destroying my reputation is enormous. It may come in a number of things that she may say after she has kicked me out of her place:

• I used to live with him. I had to kick him out. Things started disappearing at my house.
• I walked in on him doing drugs. I told him to get out. I didn’t want that around my son.
• He’s an ingrate. I was being nice and pulled him off the streets and bought him all these nice things. Now he owes me $2000.
• My friends do not visit me anymore. They say he has a very dark, sinister aura.
• I was scared of him. He would talk to himself about strange things sitting at the dinner table with lights turned off. I think he’s mentally ill.
• He’s creepy. He’s been making weird advances - wanting to sleep in my bed. I could only imagine what else he wanted to do to me.
• He told me he loved me and he wanted to marry me. I told him to get a job. He gave me this strange look that said, it wasn’t going to happen. He’s the laziest person I’ve ever met in my whole life.

The combination of unsavory and character smearing things that could be said about me are simply endless. None of which can be examined for accuracy or truthfulness because it will be a subject of rumors - quietly exchanged in private. There wouldn’t be a way for me to know what was said.

If it weren’t for a chance meeting with my son and nephew one afternoon, I wouldn’t have known that the jig was already going on. I was on my way to the local CVS when they rolled into the parking lot. We met inside and after a few minutes of catching up did our goodbyes outside the store. By happenstance, she walks past, catching my attention and allowing me to introduce her to my son and nephew. The recognition was instant. She and my son lived next door to each other. They turned out to be next-door neighbors.

So, the scheme was to have me move into her place one evening, unobserved, and the next morning be seen by the people whose opinion matter to me the most - my two children.

I would be interested to know what she has already told them. But knowing their sophistication, she would have already created a background story, some sort of build-up. She would have said something like this prior to my arrival: In about a week, I will be having a friend over. He’s a little mentally ill because he’s been living on the streets for a long time. So, I’m going to try to heal him back to health.

So, swirling in my children’s head will be an image of a lunatic - a social worker's casework - a person of uncertain stability that may pose a threat to their safety at some level. There may be some anticipation for an opportunity to pal around with someone potentially dangerous. So, on the morning of the introduction, the meeting will be subdued and awkward without the proper greetings to show a degree of normalcy. The man that she had painted in their minds will be no other than their father himself. Will there be a hugs to go around?

FBI Counter-Intelligence. It isn’t intelligent. It’s comedy.