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On June 2, 2025, the local crime syndicate, minor league division (local police department) decided to give me a call.  This was as a result of pressure from the California Superior Syndicate.  They apparently called the police because they don’t particularly like my relentless filing of about 100 petitions for a writ of mandate.  That’s OK.  I don’t particularly like having more than $1,000,000 in money and property stolen from my family and me by members of the world's largest crime syndicate—the U.S. legal system.

Every time the California Superior Syndicate rejects one of the filings, I refile it again.  I also add 10 percent more filings just because they stubbornly keep rejecting—and I’m going to force it down their throat whether they like it or not.  I warned them I would do this.  They didn’t listen.  It started with about sixty filings.  They’ve recently stopped rejecting because they know I will just refile, so I now file new petitions anyway and keep increasing the attachment size: from 10MB to 35MB and from 100MB of total daily file space usage on their servers to 1GB currently so they fill up even faster.  I warned them I would do this too.  Again, they didn't listen.

I had previously had about the same number of hearings (sixty) with the state regarding certain financial assistance.  I withheld filing the petitions until I had a sizable stack so that I could clog the court in one fell swoop.  I noticed the timestamps on the rejections.  It was taking them way more time to reject than it was for me to file.  It took them several hours, but it only took me a matter of minutes.

After about the third iteration, I got a call.  The ID displayed as the local state county office instead of the local police, which is understandable since probably 99 percent of the population would not pick up a call from the local cop shop—myself included.  But since this branch of the world’s largest crime syndicate called, I decided to have a little fun.

As soon as I found out who it was, I went from defense to offense in less than three seconds.  The representative said that I hadn’t broken any laws and that they weren’t going to take any action against me, but stated that I was “frustrated” with the legal system.  I immediately corrected this person.  Firstly, I said I wanted to be prosecuted.  Unfortunately, nobody within the syndicate wants to put me in front of a jury—for obvious reasons—I will absolutely destroy them.  Secondly, I said I was not frustrated.  I said I was freaking pissed!

Then I launched into how I’m sick and tired of the crime and corruption, that they’ve violated more than sixty statutory laws, twenty-two of them felonies, of those at least twelve were federal felonies—one of which carries a 20-year maximum prison sentence—and how people from all over the world contact me about their problems with the syndicate, the two books I’ve written, the many speaking engagements I’ve done, the fact that the domestic terrorists (federal agents, or the major league.....whose @sses I still kick regardless of which league it is) have been here numerous times and that I tell them to screw every single time, etc., etc.  It was a non-stop pummeling for about five minutes.  It was glorious.

Towards the end, I said that until someone prosecutes these criminals, I’m not going to stop until I take a bath with a hairdryer, hang myself from a doorknob, or shoot myself twice in the back of the head.  The person on the other end of the line wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier.  She asked if I intended to hurt myself or commit suicide.  After about thirty seconds of uncontrollable laughter, I had to explain how extremely difficult it would be to shoot oneself twice in the back of the head.

I said to check out www.stloiyf.com/case.html, go down all the rabbit holes, and then call me.  Then the local Boy Scout troop will know why I’m so damned pissed.  She said she wasn’t sure if they’d call back.  I assure you they won’t.  For 99.99 percent of the population, they would have arrived in person to talk and intimidate.  Since the domestic terrorists know they can’t intimidate me or get what they want out of me to build their BS case against me, they are now simply calling by phone but talking face to face with other people instead.   One day close to the middle of May, they paid the landlord of the complex where I live a visit.

I remember the look on her face when I told her months prior that they would one day show up and question her.  She looked at me like I was crazy.  Sure enough, they did.  She told me about the general conversation.  When they asked about me as a resident, she said I was “one of her best tenants.”  There are well over 150 units in this complex.  Her answer is not at all what the terrorists wanted to hear.  It makes building their “case” exceedingly difficult now.

They were hoping she would have said I was into drugs, prostitution, illegal gambling—anything these criminals could use to incriminate me.  Sadly for them, their bubble is being burst at every turn.  Incidentally, she did in fact tell me of this conversation later in the day they arrived and that she did think I was certifiably crazy when I told her they would appear and ask about me.  I also told her she doesn’t have to tell these—or any other—criminals sh!t when they ask about anyone.

Interestingly, I got a call towards the middle of June from a “private number.”  I almost never pick those up unannounced, but just like when the boys in blue called, I thought it was the state hearings division since they always call either that way or from a generic county ID.  The person identified himself as calling on behalf of the Social Security Administration and asked if I was still living in a certain state.  As soon as I heard that, I replied with two words.  The first rhymes with “truck,” and the second rhymes with “blue.”  I then immediately ended the call.  He called right back.  Within fifty milliseconds of answering, I provided the same two words and terminated the call once more.  He tried yet again—same response.  One more time, but I let it go to voice mail.  I wish there was a way to block those numbers.

I’ve never heard of the SSA calling anyone for anything.  If it had truly been the SSA, they would mail the person for correspondence.  Since the number was yet another “private number,” the call could have really been from the Federal Bureau of Iniquity or the Department of Injustice, which I strongly suspect it was.  They are trying every possible angle to take me down.  Unfortunately for these corrupt circus monkeys, I’m three steps ahead of them.

Being persistent little creatures, they once again tried to get at me—through someone else.  Sara got a voicemail from the syndicate—LA Police Division—on June 16, 2025.  It was a short message asking her to return the call about “a matter.”  We both agreed to let them spin themselves into the ground with several more calls before possibly engaging them.

The whole point of this rant is that everyday people have to know what lengths members of the world’s largest crime syndicate will go in order to pursue someone.  Their mantra is: attack the people we don't like, protect the people we do, and then contrive a “crime” to complete the former.  This is something right out of Lavrentiy Beria's playbook under the Stalin regime: "Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime."  When directed at me, know what I say?  Good luck with that, criminals.

Every time the syndicate issues an "order" or a "judgment," they commit several more crimes.....which makes me even more untouchable because I keep the evidence of said crimes backed up in several secure places as we recommend in Stack the Legal Odds in Your Favor.  The criminals are making it more and more difficult for themselves to put me in front of a jury.  Just with the evidence I have now, I will unquestionably crush them like the maggots on society that they are.

Incidentally, Sara and I would like to let readers know that our blog has been selected as one of the Top Ten Best Anti-Corruption Blogs out of more than one thousand.  We are honored to have been bestowed this distinction and will continually try to meet the requisite standards by doing our best to fight corruption in the American "justice" system every day.