Gramma,
Drove the truck to a motorcycle event the other night. It's a good time to catch up with old friends. It was too rainy to ride. We parked the car and headed to the bar. There was a big fat white cop who felt the need to yell and heatedly gesture at us to walk to a distant tent instead of to our nearby destination. It was confusing that he was making us go that way. The people in the tent were also not clear on why he did that. He was a cop rented for the evening. The attitude from the man with the gun served to perpetuate the current negativity towards officers. Way to alienate people for next year. Put me in a mood for the evening. When we left, the officer was enjoying a jovial conversation with a Barbie doll.
For the most part, I have been a law-abiding citizen, but cops are a fickle bunch and I have serious trust issues with them. For years, I needed to pop Xanax every time I saw one in my rear view mirror. They betrayed me completely when I was most in need of protection from my ex-husband. They falsified police reports. They said I wasn't being followed by a suspicious person, that it was probably someone who wanted to get to know me. I said, "I am very approachable. There is someone following me wherever I go." It was someone stalking me on behalf of my ex. The police refused to take any action. I didn't realize they were all in the same bed.
I was terrified after my daughter and I were shot at and the police declined to help me. Two of my dogs were already missing/killed and another was taken to the vet with a gunshot wound. My heart was racing all the time. I put nails in a piece of plywood and laid it across the driveway at night. I called a private investigator to document what my ex was doing to me. When I found out she was a friend of the county sheriff, who was a friend of my ex's family, I canceled her services. In retrospect, I wonder if she would have stood her ground in defending my claim.
In my search for one of the missing dogs, I met a man who turned out to be a convicted child molester. I told him what was going on. He said he could help me. Instead, he contacted my ex and a plan was put in motion to set me up for solicitation of murder. The police facilitated a "Squeal for a Deal" with the child molester. In exchange for his testimony against me, they would keep him out of prison on his latest offense. The molester couldn't keep any of his stories straight. He and my ex were deposed separately. Their lies didn't match up. Of course, no action was taken for perjury.
So, yeah, I have trust issues with police. I know other white people who have had equally disastrous experiences with law enforcement. I don't like attorneys either. They seem pretty much like a soulless lot.
Showing posts with label Legal system. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
I Make My Own Drama
Bad Gramma,
I thought the last day of the month was yesterday. It's today. The rent is due the last day of the month, not the first. I called the renter and left a message that the rent was due. He is in the apartment, but not answering the door and the blinds are drawn. I send him a text to leave the rent in his entryway or on the counter in my house. No response. I have knocked three different times today. He's only been here a month. I take a sleeping pill with my other meds so I'm not obsessing about this all night.
In the morning I call and he hangs up on me three times. I text him that the rent is now past due and when is he going to pay it. He says, maybe next week. I ask him how soon he can get his stuff out of the apartment. Storage units are readily available. He says he is not moving. I say, you violated the rental agreement with the late rent. Put your stuff in a storage unit and couch surf. He says, no. I say I will start the eviction process. He says, let me know when the court date is.
I am online all morning trying to figure out how to proceed. I call help numbers. There are forms and forms and tenant rights that make it sound like he can live here forever. He can bring the late rent to court and then continue to live here and do it again the next month. Dave tries to call him and he doesn't answer. Dave texts him and says, answer your phone. The guy responds, who is this? I call my brother, who also has rental property.
We agree that renters are mostly assholes. He has done some pretty crazy shit to his bad renters. He says we will load up this guys shit and take it to his work place and drop it off. Or, we will leave it outside the gates and change the code and the locks on the rental unit. None of his suggestions are legal and I don't want to be in court. He says to call him back in a few hours and he will have a plan.
I search online for the renter's wife. I come up with a name and the name of the last realty company she worked for. I call and she is no longer there. I call my friend in real estate and ask her if she can help. She gets me this woman's phone number. I call and tell her what a douche her ex has been. I ask if he is at all violent. She says none of this sounds like her husband. She will call him and find out what's going on.
The renter calls me back and asks what's going on? He has received none of my calls or texts. He tells me today is the last day of the month and he was planning to pay me cash again at the end of the day. He is all concerned and apologetic. He wants to know what number I have been calling. It is not his number. I apologize profusely. He is relieved that there is not a problem. He thinks he shorted me $50.00 last month, so he will add it this month.
He asks if my friend is still moving in when the lease is up. No, I have told her she is too picky and it would ruin our friendship. I tell him the rent will be $50.00 more and to let me know if he is interested. I text his wife and thank her for helping me out. She says anytime. I am glad I didn't tell her about all the women he has over, which wouldn't be true, but I would go out of my way to make his life difficult. I am relieved, but my stomach is still in knots and I feel sick.
I was worried about my dogs, that they would be used for retaliation. I had a renter who took my cat for a ride. I found out what a miserable life Frank had suffered as a result. I was afraid my dogs would be poisoned, run over by this guy going too fast in the driveway, or let out of the gates and get hit by a car. They could be dropped off somewhere and I would never see them again or they would die a cruel death. I hate the idea of supervised outside time and keeping them inside if I am gone all day. They love being outside as much as I do. My dogs are my Xanax. My dogs are my people.
I thought the last day of the month was yesterday. It's today. The rent is due the last day of the month, not the first. I called the renter and left a message that the rent was due. He is in the apartment, but not answering the door and the blinds are drawn. I send him a text to leave the rent in his entryway or on the counter in my house. No response. I have knocked three different times today. He's only been here a month. I take a sleeping pill with my other meds so I'm not obsessing about this all night.
In the morning I call and he hangs up on me three times. I text him that the rent is now past due and when is he going to pay it. He says, maybe next week. I ask him how soon he can get his stuff out of the apartment. Storage units are readily available. He says he is not moving. I say, you violated the rental agreement with the late rent. Put your stuff in a storage unit and couch surf. He says, no. I say I will start the eviction process. He says, let me know when the court date is.
I am online all morning trying to figure out how to proceed. I call help numbers. There are forms and forms and tenant rights that make it sound like he can live here forever. He can bring the late rent to court and then continue to live here and do it again the next month. Dave tries to call him and he doesn't answer. Dave texts him and says, answer your phone. The guy responds, who is this? I call my brother, who also has rental property.
We agree that renters are mostly assholes. He has done some pretty crazy shit to his bad renters. He says we will load up this guys shit and take it to his work place and drop it off. Or, we will leave it outside the gates and change the code and the locks on the rental unit. None of his suggestions are legal and I don't want to be in court. He says to call him back in a few hours and he will have a plan.
I search online for the renter's wife. I come up with a name and the name of the last realty company she worked for. I call and she is no longer there. I call my friend in real estate and ask her if she can help. She gets me this woman's phone number. I call and tell her what a douche her ex has been. I ask if he is at all violent. She says none of this sounds like her husband. She will call him and find out what's going on.
The renter calls me back and asks what's going on? He has received none of my calls or texts. He tells me today is the last day of the month and he was planning to pay me cash again at the end of the day. He is all concerned and apologetic. He wants to know what number I have been calling. It is not his number. I apologize profusely. He is relieved that there is not a problem. He thinks he shorted me $50.00 last month, so he will add it this month.
He asks if my friend is still moving in when the lease is up. No, I have told her she is too picky and it would ruin our friendship. I tell him the rent will be $50.00 more and to let me know if he is interested. I text his wife and thank her for helping me out. She says anytime. I am glad I didn't tell her about all the women he has over, which wouldn't be true, but I would go out of my way to make his life difficult. I am relieved, but my stomach is still in knots and I feel sick.
I was worried about my dogs, that they would be used for retaliation. I had a renter who took my cat for a ride. I found out what a miserable life Frank had suffered as a result. I was afraid my dogs would be poisoned, run over by this guy going too fast in the driveway, or let out of the gates and get hit by a car. They could be dropped off somewhere and I would never see them again or they would die a cruel death. I hate the idea of supervised outside time and keeping them inside if I am gone all day. They love being outside as much as I do. My dogs are my Xanax. My dogs are my people.
Friday, May 27, 2016
Swearing in Court
Gramma,
Apparently, the judge believed the renter's lies in court. I received notice that liability and damages were not proven by a preponderance of evidence, This was scrawled on the judgment by the judge. Someone got bad grades in penmanship. All my pictures were neatly labeled on the backs as to what the damage was and how it occurred. It is a rare occurrence for the court to actually do anything about perjury. There should be a swear jar.
I spent half the day trying to figure out how to file a simple Demand for Removal/Appeal From Conciliation Court to District Court, and an Affidavit of Good Faith. There was a $325.00 filing fee. I put it in the mail today, one copy went to the renter and one to the court.
The happygram should reach her tomorrow. I even put a pretty seal on the back to make it look like a candy. It will upset her weekend. She will be frazzled and indignant and complain to all of her family. I debated whether to file this paperwork, but I live to annoy and bitch needs annoying, especially after all the years she annoyed me.
I suspect that this case will be scheduled sometime far into the future, as the District Court is usually backed up like the cesspool that it is. In the process of finding filing information, I found the info necessary to file for garnishment of wages or disclosure of financial accounts. I'm glad it was raining today. I don't have the patience to spend a nice day doing this kind of thing.
I know of one female judge who hates having to take her turn in Small Claims Court. She is notoriously ill tempered, randomly making judgments without hearing the evidence. If a meeting of the minds is not hammered out in the mediation process, you will suffer her ire. Everyone in the courthouse is wary of the wrath of Atilla the Hun. Nobody dares enough to address the situation. Fear of retaliation or lack of give a shit?
For years, my observation is that the court is a fickle place, a crapshoot. In some fields of work, there is that whole code of not outing offenders--doctors, lawyers and police in particular. It's that not shitting in your own sandbox thing. In the ledger of favors owed and owing, one doesn't burn bridges. For many years, I have said there is only one thing I fear in this country, and that is the legal system.
Apparently, the judge believed the renter's lies in court. I received notice that liability and damages were not proven by a preponderance of evidence, This was scrawled on the judgment by the judge. Someone got bad grades in penmanship. All my pictures were neatly labeled on the backs as to what the damage was and how it occurred. It is a rare occurrence for the court to actually do anything about perjury. There should be a swear jar.
I spent half the day trying to figure out how to file a simple Demand for Removal/Appeal From Conciliation Court to District Court, and an Affidavit of Good Faith. There was a $325.00 filing fee. I put it in the mail today, one copy went to the renter and one to the court.
The happygram should reach her tomorrow. I even put a pretty seal on the back to make it look like a candy. It will upset her weekend. She will be frazzled and indignant and complain to all of her family. I debated whether to file this paperwork, but I live to annoy and bitch needs annoying, especially after all the years she annoyed me.
I suspect that this case will be scheduled sometime far into the future, as the District Court is usually backed up like the cesspool that it is. In the process of finding filing information, I found the info necessary to file for garnishment of wages or disclosure of financial accounts. I'm glad it was raining today. I don't have the patience to spend a nice day doing this kind of thing.
I know of one female judge who hates having to take her turn in Small Claims Court. She is notoriously ill tempered, randomly making judgments without hearing the evidence. If a meeting of the minds is not hammered out in the mediation process, you will suffer her ire. Everyone in the courthouse is wary of the wrath of Atilla the Hun. Nobody dares enough to address the situation. Fear of retaliation or lack of give a shit?
For years, my observation is that the court is a fickle place, a crapshoot. In some fields of work, there is that whole code of not outing offenders--doctors, lawyers and police in particular. It's that not shitting in your own sandbox thing. In the ledger of favors owed and owing, one doesn't burn bridges. For many years, I have said there is only one thing I fear in this country, and that is the legal system.
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