Thursday, March 26, 2015

SKINNING THE BUNNY; ENTERTAIN, ENGAGE, ESCAPE . . . AT ROASTED CAFE, GRAND JUNCTION, BUNNY LIVES IN LOMA, COLORADO, EATING A FATTY SANDWICH, IN HONOR OF, FORMER CLIENT, AND ALLEGED PLAYBOY BUNNY CENTER FOLD, JULY 1996, HOPE M. CARLTON--LEVIN, LOOKS LIKE A SCRAWNY RUBBER CHICKEN--SHOULD ROAST HER SKINNY ASS IN A CAULDRON OF BOILING WATER, A LONG WITH BOYFRIEND, PAGE TUCKER, THE FUCKER, MUSIC PROMOTER--THIEF, WAITING FOR GOD'S REVOLVER'S SECOND CD, DEAL WITH SONY, HOPE THREW ME, HER ATTORNEY UNDER THE BUS, CLEARING THE APPEAL, FOR JUDGE LYLE ANDERSON, WHO TOOK $20,000 IN PERSONAL PROPERTY, WHEN HE HAD NO JURISDICTION, UNTIL HOPE PLAYED WITH FBI, AND DROPPED HER APPEAL, STUPID BITCH, SHOULD RING HER LOSER NECK! BUT I WOULD RATHER ROAST HER, SHE WHO LAUGHS LIKE A PIG, AND I WOULD GUESS IS ONE, WAS ONE, AND THE REAL HOPE, HAS GONE THE WAY OF ALLAN AND THE OTHERS, THE COP KILL SQUAD DID AWAY WITH, WHEN THERE WERE FORTUNES TO BE STOLEN--RUDE AWAKENING HAG FROM HELL, AND KEY TO STEALING MY ID AND LIFE! PAYBACK IS A BITCH, BITCH! JOIN THE SKAG HAGS, SHELLEY, KAY, RACHEL, KELLEY, SUE, TIFF AND THE OTHER DRAG QUEENS! LOL! EASTER STEW! I LOVE IT!

The Jester's Court--All Copy Products

Can you believe it, the title I just wrote, are the two store signs, sitting to the left of me, sitting out on the patio of the Roasted Cafe, and right across the street, and what signs could be more telling, and positioned here on Colorado St., LOL!  You can't say, my Intel Guy, God, doesn't have a sense of humor, and finds, just the right place for me to park my ass, to get dinner, wow!  You see, each one of my clients, from Hank Brock and Jay Rice, Haylee, Shane, and Travis, to Lameroeaux, Vail and Carlton-Levin, is that every one of the cases, I had clear wins, and slaughtered the other side, so bad, they had no other choice than to cut deals with my clients, or let me have the satisfaction of kicking their asses, and crucifying them, not only in my briefs, but in court, for I am your all purpose, one stop attorney, from small claims to the United States Supreme Court, I don't take cases, that I don't think I can win, and win I do, but to the consternation of the cops, the prosecutors and judges, all sworn enemies.  They would rather deal with the meeker types, or the ones who have to obey them to get a win, and build their stupid, frail, false egos, that are based on my wins! LOL!

God, I love this blog, love this life, the worse it gets, the better is gets, and this is one rewarding night, to fry the fucking bitch who fried me!  Story time, boys and girls, who love courtroom drama, and delve into cop lies, deceits, murder, cover-ups, copies, doubles, inferior substituting . . . dreaming of a cop run world, under the Patriot Act, and Homeland Security.  LOL!  What fools!  So, about four years ago, February of 2011, when loser Shelley, was living with me, at Rachel's old house, she gave me, if I could keep the house of cards, which I did, by winning in the federal district court, a resounding default, by Chris Hickey, Rachel's loser husband, Wells Fargo, American Title, and whomever.  But I get a call, from Hope, former playboy bunny, who allegedly got a phone number and recommendation from Steve Yarmy and Chris something, from Las Vegas, telling her she needed this female pit bull attorney, ME!  So we arranged for a meeting, and Hope and Page, her alleged, music promoter boyfriends, who treated her like shit them, came to tell me about her case involving a $28,000,000 divorce, from her former husband, and alleged Jewish, one-hit wonder, partner, in a bed and breakfast, out in Castle Valley, 17 miles north of Moab, Utah.

Hope Owed Roughly a Half a Million in Legal Fees

I have a soft heart, and I really do all my clients a good deed and take almost nothing for my legal services, in kind of a quasi-contingency case, taking the bare minimum, like in the Brock case, $20.00 per hour, with him covering printing and costs, but if I win, the $357 million securities case, I subtract what he has paid me to date and get the 1/3 contingency case, which is normal fees for this type of lawsuit.  I took a $5,000 retainer from Hope, and told her, given her burden of paying for both her husband and her attorneys, allegedly 5 on each side, so she owed about $500,000 in legal fees, and she was getting $15,000 alimony, later to have more legal fees taken out of her alimony, that was now being challenged, with hubby sicking private investigators on her and Page, stating that alimony should stop, because they were cohabiting together, which according to the prenuptial agreement that Hope signed, the day before she married Levin, alimony payments would stop, again, pretty standard stuff.  At this point, Hope had not won a ruling, order, objection, and now a judgement, and now she was ordered to pay all attorney's fees for both sides.  Judge Lyle Anderson, she said, was using her days as a Playboy Bunny, against her, even though she had been married for 16 years and had a 15 year old daughter, and had helped her husband turn an $800,000 investment into a $28,000,000 dude ranch, with the judge only awarding her alimony, and all the attorney's fees.  So of course a case that I was really going to take and eat up, totally prejudice against this woman who took her clothes off, years earlier.  This Mormon fucking judge, was forcing his sense of morality on to her . . . no separation of church and state and totally sexist, just my kind of case!

Once Hope paid me the $5,000 retainer to take the case, she was to pay me, a mere $500 per month, the equivalent of two hours of attorney's fees, is all, no matter how much time it took me to do briefs, and research . . . a stealer deal, by any one's standards, a great deal, and for not just your normal attorneys, but by that time, listed as the number two attorney in the nation for civil rights defense, after attorney, Gerry Spence, Wyoming cowboy attorney, who had been practicing for 40 years, and really had small cases, compared to my $357 and $56.7 million cases, with one heading to the U.S. 10th Circuit, and the United States Supreme Court . . . so an attorney's attorney, for $500 per month, unless we won, and she got her fair share of the $28,000,000 dude ranch and several other properties acquired and invested in as a couple, as per the prenup, misread by Judge, if you can call him that, Lyle or Lie Anderson!  So, first I was going to take on the issues of multiple private investigators, the last one, could be bought and sold, and I knew him, not to mention the fact that several other PI's, said there was no cohabiting going on . . . and I did a shit load of research, and wrote a 19 page brief, under Rules of Civil Procedure, Rule 60(b) motion, for fraud on the court, and the judge knew it!  So, a pretty hefty brief for a mere $500 and a drive to Colorado, which I did often at my own expense, being, always sensitive to client's financial situation.  And, I had been teaching family law for years, so I knew what the shit I was doing on top of that.  Judge denied the motion.  Predictable, given his prejudice and favoring of the Jewish boy attorneys, even when they lied about the number of PI's, and one excused himself from the case, when I pointed out the obvious, that he had lied! But Sandy Dershowitz, or is that Alan, whatever some Jewish name, kept charging $350 for his consultation fees, racking up huge legal fees of about $850 per hour, while I was charging, $500 per hour, but kicking their winy asses!  I even joked about them being of the Law of Moses, bent and letter of the law men.  

The Judge didn't find any humor in my Jewish humor, hitting stereotypes.  There is a provision in the Utah Rules of Civil Procedure, that you can write longer briefs, if you are promoting new areas of law, or proposing them, as I was, and the Jews, complained about my long and complex sentence patterns, so I shot them back with, maybe they ought to learn to write beyond, simple sentence patterns.  Again the Judge was not humored by this former English professors, slam of very simple minded men and attorneys, I even said, hell, you are attorneys, my writing should not be above your level of education!  LOL!  But, I knew that this was a losing battle with the Judge, as the other law firm who had represented her, McConkie, I think, or someone.  But after being denied the Rule 60(b) motion for fraud on the court, I wrote a Rule 15 motion, which got little attention, as I figured, and just wanted to jump through all the legal hoops to get to the point I could appeal this asshole and get to a smarter court, without being blindfolded by Playboy Bunnies!  This is where it starts getting dicey, and the Judge, who was serving on, none other than the Civil Procedure Committee of the Office of the Administration of the Courts, shockingly started to violate the very basics of the right to appeal!  Not only a constitutional right, but a state law right, and also in the rules of civil procedure as an absolute right!  What a dumb fuck!  So, started the attorney/judge battle, but I played by the rules, and he did not!

After Exhausting All Legal Remedies in the District Court, I Appealed Hope's Case, to See if We Could Get the Utah Court of Appeals to See the Light and the Discriminatory Rulings!

Any attorney, knows, that one of the first rules of civil procedure is making sure you have jurisdiction to hear the case, to argue the case, to initiate the case, to have standing in the case, and all kinds of different levels of jurisdictional issues, that are paramount to any case and its survival.  Well, the poor Judge, was pissed that I appealed, a rare thing for most trial court attorneys, who argue, and don't write, with many playing the kiss ass game, winning if the almighty Judge likes them and losing if he/she doesn't, nothing to do with fidelity to the law, or the law itself, game playing and politics, that this attorney, never, never, ever plays!  I simply ask the judge, after a ruling that violates all laws, how long my client has to appeal his/her decision . . . the only recourse an attorney has against a j lame ass judge!  So, I appealed, early November, after the Judge had made his final ruling on the Rule 15 motion, as required by the rules, and it was, of course denied, as I knew it would be, and then appealed, with the Judge being not only getting notice by paperwork and appeal, but also with me, telling his clerk that I was appealing.

All of the sudden, I get a notice from the Utah Court of Appeals Clerk that I had to do a Rule 15 Motion before I could appeal.  I informed her that I had done one, in accordance with the Rules.  So, either the Judge failed to send the entire record to the Court of Appeals, or he was just a liar, trying to trump and attorney with whatever judges believe other judges have . . . many, especially in southern Utah, are so used to not being appealed, that they go after an attorney's license, like Judge Higgins did, the day I appealed his decision, violating all family and juvenile laws, letting DCFS worker literally sexually exploit my client's children, before she was my client, we got her fired, and it was war with the assistant attorney general, who had been queen, until this Queen came along and put her fucking feet to the fire, also named her in a lawsuit for $56.7M!  I have seen lesser attorneys, younger, and without the credentials, try to take on some of these judges, and they have short, fast careers!  I am sure that was the plan here!  But, I was not an upstart, and had a resume to beat any district judge in the state!  And now, I fuck them even more!  So, I caught this Judge lying through his fucking teeth, and being forced to send the entire record, making it whole, as I said it was, not the lying the judge tried to rely on, with friends, and colleagues of the court!

I Ripped the Judge A New Ass With My Docketing Statement

So this fucking loser, who is allegedly an expert in the law, decides to pull me back to his courtroom, to find out where my assets are, and he is charging me with the attorney's fees, for taking the law to the limit, on the Rule 60(b) motion, then the following requirement, of the Rule 15 . . . man, for Shelley, Kay, Rachel, and whom the fuck else was suppose to have written this case, I sure know a lot about it!  LOL!  Can you believe these fucking bitches, and my client, after all I went through, after she withdrew the appeal, joining the cop in crowd!  Losers club, really!  LOL!  Oh, so cool, so smart, so right on, legally, yeah, because they waited until I won every case and beat the shit out of my opponents and the judges too, then stole the cases, with the judges, cops, prosecutors, and Utah State Bar's approval, even giving licenses to non-attorney sisters, and others, and going after my license, so it was free and clear, when I was creating new law, that changed the face of the connection between alimony and cohabitating!  The courts have previously used a stupid two prong test, and changed it to a 10 prong test, so much cleaner and better, really looking at what was going on in modern day dating couple's relationships . . . jealousy, jealousy, jealousy from the courts too!

But the Judge, knowing full well, that I had appealed and we had even had issues already, schedules a hearing December 17, 2011, my birthday, and a good month and a week after I had appealed his case!  I politely called the clerk and told her, just to remind the judge that he didn't have jurisdiction over the case any more, now that it had been appealed and moved to the Utah Court of Appeals.  He insisted and I refused to go to court, about 400 miles away, making a mere $500 in the first place, without any cost benefit, for something that was clearly against all laws, rules, and constitutional provisions.  It became a power struggle, this fucker, had not gotten this pound of flesh out of me, and the way it was looking, he was not going to get it, and I was getting the best of the lying fucking bastard!  So, I blew off the hearing, knowing full well the law was on my side, or I would not have done it, no matter what it would have cost! So, December 17, 2011, passed without notice and whatever from the Judge. 

Hot, Damaging Cases, Going Up On Appeal, State & Federal Level! 

At the same time, the Brock case, and three other cases were up on appeal, and I was preparing for them . . . truck was being sabotaged and other life threatening things, and I was proceeding to the U.S. Supreme Court, with or without my clients, who had stopped paying me, on the Brock case, the deals had been cut, because the winning brief had been filed by February 2011, with the 10th Circuit splitting, remanding part and denying part, that I was seeking cert from the Supremes on, and the Cheek case was up for a settlement agreement, with all parties on board, and several other cases up on appeal . . . but just before that, but with all this in the works, and me threatening Brock and Rice, that I was going to take out that fucking Mitt Romney, single handed, knowing by December, that they had taken a deal and lost all interest in the case, so I was going with or without them, they didn't pay me, and it was as much my case as theirs, by then, and with no pay, for services rendered!

As much as law firms, litigation divisions, judges, elected officials, clients, and others were climbing up my ass, for kicking other attorneys, asses, and my clients, and those who they took bribes for, I would not stop, going for the gold, forcing them to show their hands, or their intentions, if not true criminal activity!  So, the sheriffs, three deep showed up, with a contempt of court, from Judge Lyle Anderson's court, without any jurisdiction, whatsoever!  I was in the throws of huge cases, and a ton on the line, including going to be sworn in to the United States Supreme Court, another set up, I had, followed the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, and took the oath and affirmation, following all the steps to be admitted to the bar of that court, in paper, all as legal and good as being there in person!  But, the U.S. Supreme Court had lost my Certificate of Good Standing . . . from the Utah Supreme Court, and being under the gun, I had to get another one, easy, being in good standing through not just three requests, but now 4 fucking certificates, that with the help of Judge Lyle Anderson, as the starting point, the character assassination started, working with the bar association, and the Office of the Administration of the Courts, saying they agreed with me on the appeals and Lyle Anderson's, until the next day, when the sheriffs, in an orchestrated and concerted conspiracy, statewide, from top to bottom, started going after this 4 time winner of Certificates of Good Standing and great legal representation!

I paid the $500 extortion from Judge Lyle Anderson's contempt of court warrant . . . jail or pay . . . I called his bluff, and paid!  I had $500 in cash, in my purse, but the NORAD sheriff, who was brought in by Frank, of InterPol, claiming to be my husband at that time, the spy inside, working with the cops and prosecutors and judges, to take me down, in a special op, yeah the guy, who, with Shelley, murdered the real Allan Rex Bess, my client and husband, I thought, for property sake, to protect the house he gave me, after the sheriffs, cops, judges, and prosecutors, attorney general, federal judges, who I got dismissed and disqualified on the Brock case, all took my house, long before, Judge John Walton, a former attorney, for Wells Fargo, took my house, after winning it at the federal court level, and then, taking the house, two days before the Brock case, and going to the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals!  Timing?  Not even hard!  But, I didn't want anything holding up me becoming a member of the United States Supreme Court Bar . . . and I am sure the skag hags, are all members, riding on my membership!  So 4 illegal, criminal law or bar licenses, and then working with the Utah State Bar to go after my license the only real, good, and true one!

Judge Tells Frank, InterPol, That I Now Have a $2500 Cash Bail Warrant Out for Me Now!  What . . . Didn't Make Me Miss a Beat!  Pissed, Still No Jurisdiction!  Until the Bunny Bitch, After I Wrote Two Briefs on the Spur of the Minute, ON the Way Back from the U.S. Supreme Court Swearing IN!

So, on my way out, having no money, due to the $500, that had to go to pay the extortion, to Judge Lie Anderson, I didn't have any money, and the U.S. Supreme Court Clerk, Nixon, also in on the fraud and trying to stop me from being sworn in, telling me I had to get back there to Washington, D.C. by Monday at 9:00 a.m., for the final days before the Supremes went on recess for two weeks, which would have fucked up my petition for certeriori, so that was late Thursday, and I had to get there ASAP, even though I had followed all rules for paper swearing in . . . the intent was to get the double there, standing in as me, to steal the case, even after the deals at the 10th Circuit were cut, now the power of the Supremes, they were going to steal from me, the one who did it all, myself . . . jealousy, jealousy, jealousy!

Hope was on my way to D.C., and she owed me at least $2,000 at this point, so I was going to stop by and get gas money, not wanting Brock, Frank aka Allan to know I was going, or it would be a race to get there. Hope, had about $200, of the $2,000, just to make it look good, I am sure, and she must have called Frank, or Allan, the spy, husband, who just happened, to know that Judge Lyle Anderson, now had a cash bail of $2500 out for me . . . how would that fucker know, unless he was calling the shots and he was, and probably was in the white limo, parked in front of the U.S. Supreme Court Building, the night before the swearing in ceremony, with the double, having made it, thanks to Hank Brock a financial planner, claiming to not know how to transfer gas money, for me to get to D.C.?  Really, a stall to get Shelley or Kay or the flavor of the day, to give them my honors . . . sour grapes, never slept with Frank, Mr. American 007 . . . he disgusted me, and was a murderer!  Shelley and Isaac, were long his favorites, before he met me, he was helping steal Elliot's music, God's Revolver music and market it around the world, through the marketing ponzi scheme of the world, the Mormon Church, the CIA and FBI!

Hope Warned Frank I Was Going to D.C., So He Had the Cash Warrant Put Out . . . She Stopped Me In Route Back to Utah, Then to California on the David Morgan, Civil Rights Case, San Quinten Prison!  She Even Had a Fake Copy of the Alleged Warrant . . . 7 Stupid Lines of Bull Shit

I went to the ceremony with all the military being sworn in that day, and they told me, that due to my clothes, I couldn't be sworn in, with the group, but I could do it on PAPER!  Okay, you told me I had to be there in person, Mr. Nixon!  Part of the fraud, thinking I wouldn't make it to the Capitol, and the swearing in ceremony, even faking an ice storm, about 100 miles outside of DC to stop me!  It didn't work, I am a driving machine, and loved every second of the drive, stopping to get a new country CD, and singing and digging life the whole way across the country, in about three days, non-stop!  I even wrote a briefs, that I had my daughter, Nicole, living in Ashburn City at the time, moved to the country, new home now, but she delivered it hand delivery, to make sure that Justice Antonia Scalia got a copy of my brief, warning them of the fraud on the Court, the white limo, the shut down streets, and the fake swearing in!  To no avail, these guys are Washington, D.C., insiders, Frank, leading the crew, and other FBI and CIA, members, creating fraud on the highest court in the land . . . guess the integrity of the court, doesn't top a special op to steal my case!

On the way back, our little innocent, abused Playboy Bunny, got a hold of me, and asked me to come to Loma, now, to write two briefs, that needed to be written . . . I had my clients, watch their own cases, I had too much to worry about, and I will say, I never, ever, missed a deadline, or a brief, being on time, it is like, I had a second sense about it, and always made the deadlines, no matter how freaked out my clients got, and for the amounts they were and were not paying me, worked anyway, what did they expect, surely not $250 per hour services, which is the standard, the Utah State Bar tried to hold me to, not looking at the 8 briefs, I did in one weekend for the Cheeks, without a dime of pay, and worked on the case, even after the Cheeks fucked me over, trying to bring Kelly Ann Booth in on the case, having worked on the case for an entire year, without pay, with the idea of the 1/3 that Kelly got, when I saved the case, time and time again, while Kelly, tried to figure out her ass from a hole in a shit hole!  

Check the docket, clear until almost September 2012, when I was going back and forth to Montana, waiting for the Judge to rule of a motion for a settlement conference, way back in January, on my way to the United States Supreme Court . . . all Kelly did was get Scott Garrett and Judge whatever, Miller, taken off the case, or bribed out of the case, and by that time, they were trying to kill me, but out bogus warrants, and get me any way they could, so I just left!  I had the case won by January, Judge Ted Stewart, kept waiting, until I didn't come down anymore, or would be killed to settle the case . . . don't know where in the fuck, Sutter Axland was?  Jessie Trudouex was brought in on the case, to cancel out my star power . . . he had sued FBI over his brother's death, and I had formerly worked as an assistant attorney general, and former staff attorney for the Utah Prosecution Council, switching sides!  Kelly Ann, said, she didn't owe me anything, fuck, she owed the whole damn fucking case to me, she just got Haylee's sworn enemies off the case, and her logo on it, after I left!  LOL!  You fucking cunt! You owe me your fucking practice, I made you, you bitch!  And if Cheeks would have listen to me, I could have gotten Haylee off 6 years of jail, and I wrote up up 16 hours worth of notes, and legal statutes and laws, that if your ego hadn't got in the way, she would not have gone to prison, they paid your sorry ass, to make a fool of yourself, and not new trial, always late, always, getting continuances, what the hell they saw in you, other than being the prophet's granddaughter?  Shittiest attorney, I have ever seen!

Catching the Bunny Passing Flash Drives of Briefs to FBI, Just Happened to Drop in  For Gal's Super Bowl Night?  Next Day Withdrew Appeal, Leaving Me Open to Judge Lyle Anderson, in a Retro Active Action . . . Too Late, Cost Me $20,000 Grand, Your Little Turn Coat Action, YOU FUCK!

Ms. Hope M. Carlton, is a fucking fraud, and she is a cop, was from the start and so is Page the Fucker Tucker . . . as soon as I met Hope, I didn't think she was a bunny, too unrefined, stupid, pushed around by probably her partner in the squad car, Page, who kept trying to stand between me and her, while is was taking notes the first meeting, and he even condescendingly patted her on the head!  Shockingly poor behavior, but what do I expect from someone who is vying with my enemies to steal my son's new CD, just out and not named yet, from Sony Records.  But, after Hope and Page left, I looked up Ms. Playboy Bunny, Hope Carlton, July 1996, and there is not way, that skinny scrawny, rubber chicken Hope, with a pig, snort for a laugh was the same gal, too small boned, not as pretty!  Hope was Ms. Bikini, and she was strong and built, and this cop, Hope, was frail looking and very blonde, not a honey-blond like me.  Not the same body structure and strength . . . this was a cop, I remember seeing on the show COPs with some bald cop, with both of the cops, pulling over some black chick with attitude, but not doing anything traffic wise wrong, they just thought, she needed an attitude adjustment!  Disgusting, that is probably why I remember seeing this cop, or all copy products, from Frank, to Kay, to Shelley, maybe Brett, Rachel, Sue all copies of me, but so fucking inferior . . . I would hope that fucking Frank knows they are all less, put together than I am standing alone!

Skin the Fucking Fake Bunny . . . Try Her For the Murder of the Real Hope Carlton!  Then Fry Her Scrawny Ass in the Electric Chair or the Firing Squad in Utah!  And This is Not RACHEL the Hag, Size 44 DDD, Tits, Fake Teeth, Lipoed Ass, Tummy Tuck . . . Page Tucker For Sure Would Like That Nipped and Tucked Nag, You Are A Fucking Insect, But Surely In Your Peer Group, With Fake Tits Too!  LOL!

Signing Off, Your True & Faithful Attorney, Who Saved Your Fucking Ass, And You Turned On Me!  Fuck YOU!  Why Don't You Come Pay Me the $20,000 You Owe Me For Backing Out of the Appeal?  I Am Leaving From the Bus Terminal by 1:45 p.m. Tomorrow!  Have Some Honor!  You Have No Class, But Redeem Yourself, For God Sake!

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