| EmailToEtal: Sexism; Lawyers; Pain; Rights; An RCMP guinea pig? |
[Jul. 11th, 2009|04:48 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: Email to Etal Sent: Saturday, July 11, 2009 4:39 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Sexism; Lawyers; Pain; Rights; An RCMP guinea pig?
It's sunny, hot, and still today. We had a few days of rain during the week which was a nice change and it revived some of the trees in the neighborhood. July seems to be flying by as June did. Last Sunday and Monday I went out into the community and visited a number of places: XXX supermarket, Pxxxxxxxx Drugs, Xxxxx pet food store, Canadian Tire, Dollar Xxxxx, and Xxxx's Market (for the first time this year). No one bothered me in any of those places which was nice. However, it doesn't make me feel secure because that could change when I go out this week. Sometimes there's a temporary lulling period by police so that I will be less careful in the future. I also went into a small computer store near Dollar Xxxxx for an ink cartridge. The proprietor didn't have any Lexmark ink, but he said that if I went back in a few days he will have received a shipment of compatible cartridges which are half the price. I was limping and he was nice, and I will go back this week. But will the RCMP have intervened by then? I will not be surprized if his compatible cartridge turns out to be a disaster. No annoyance to me is too petty for the police. I wrote a postal letter to the Ohio probate court which is below. I feel that I must keep clarifying the situation with them and, most importantly, I must make sure that I receive whatever documents are filed. On Tuesday, which was very rainy, I stayed home and used the laundry room. I am always a bit apprehensive about being cornered in that small space by neighbors bent on mischief, but it was okay. I checked the storage room and someone has removed the chain and lock from my locker. There's nothing of value in there, though. Cartons of books, two wobbly chairs, old luggage, and some sentimental junk which I should have thrown out. I notice that there's a blue Honda hatchback with a ski rack on the roof using my underground parking space. I wonder if they have squatter's rights so that it will eventually belong to them rather than to me. At 6 am on Wednesday, the fire alarm at the elementary school at the corner sounded for a half hour. Then the people above me did their elephant-tap-dancing-routine over my head. At 8 am, incessant shrieking power saw noise started in the lane and continued until 10 o'clock. I went out to the street to check for no parking signs, but there were none and my car was okay. It may have been innocent power sawing (although I couldn't see what was being sawed), but perhaps police expected me to go out that day and they were doing their usual thing of trying to make me irritable so I'd fall into a trap. But mostly this entire week was a litany of pain. Once again, the RCMP is using the noxious inhalant which makes all my large muscles hurt. The first two times I experienced this, I went to a doctor and insisted on medical tests to find out what was wrong with me. I did have a lot of expensive tests on both occasions, and I can't think of anything chronic or acute for which several specialists didn't test. Of course they found nothing, and two more groups of doctors were convinced by police that I am a crazy malingerer. This stuff crippled poor Chuck before he died, and now Louie-Louie is limping too. Both Louie and Siamese Mike have been vomiting, and I just glanced out the window and saw Mike eating grass. In a while he'll come in crying and then he'll throw up on the carpet. My muscles are quite painful, and I can't stay on my feet for any length of time. (I wonder if it's supposed to affect my heart, which is a muscle.) I can't vacuum and dust as I usually do on the weekend. And it takes forever to carry out water to my plants because I have to keep sitting down. I can't even stand up straight. Every day I take a good multi-vitamin/mineral tablet, extra vitamin D, and an aspirin. When the RCMP uses this awful stuff I take extra magnesium too, but nothing eases the pain. (Doctors did blood panels in the past and found nothing.) It's not about my diet, which is excellent and full of vegetables and fruit, although I eat treats too. This is a noxious substance which police are using to wear me down and to make me easier to entrap. But I assure you that it won't work. When it wasn't effective on the last occasion they employed it, the RCMP then changed to the stuff which makes my hair fall out. Early this morning I hobbled out on the patio in my nightgown and caftan to put out water for the cats and to give my squirrel friend peanuts. Then I inspected my plants as usual. In those few minutes, a succession of four different men came individually out of the back door and pretended to take garbage to the lane dumpster. No one is usually abroad early on Saturday morning. Each of the four peered over the fence and tried to engage me. One said, "Hello?", as though he had heard me speak but didn't know quite where I was. I ignored all of them. The RCMP actually thinks that if they cause me pain and make me suffer all night that I will say something stupid to one of these dreadful neighbors in the morning. No, I won't. Even if forced to talk to them I would be pleasant and polite. How the police would love to seize me in my nightgown without make-up and without my contact lenses or glasses! I expect that I will have to endure at least another week of pain and disturbed sleep before the RCMP gives up on this attempt and switches to something else. I have noticed that they use this large muscle pain stuff when there is an air of urgency or desperation about their attempts. I will go out this week again and I expect also that there will be people trying to engage me in unpleasantness in public places while I am in pain. But I assure you that approach won't work either. How could the RCMP devote all these resources and time to discrediting one lone woman who has no influence? It sometimes occurs to me that I may be a guinea pig for the RCMP. Are they trying out tactics and substances on me that they can't use in situations where people have human rights and civil liberties? Canada is under seige by drug gangs for the last year or more. Our normal murder rate is low, but the gangsters are fighting for control of the drug networks. Dozens of them have been shot and killed in public by rival gangs, and on one occasion two innocent people became collateral damage. So far, aside from a few arrests, both the RCMP and local police forces appear powerless to restore order and to jail these people. Why doesn't the RCMP indundate these gangsters' homes with noxious inhalant, deprive them of every human contact with family, friends, and others, remove their human rights and civil liberties, and totally destroy their lives so that they can be entrapped? I'll tell you why. These gangsters have money and therefore they have good lawyers to protect their rights. If the RCMP tried any of the tactics on them that they have used on me, the whole rotten situation would be exposed in court. I, on the other hand, although I worked regularly for seventeen years at court with dozens of criminal lawyers who saw that I was principled, rational, and efficient, don't have hundreds of thousands of dollars to pay in legal fees. Therefore I will remain unrepresented by counsel and an object of ridicule. (And don't forget that several lawyers had their careers advanced by helping police to try to entrap me.) But further, there's a large element of sexism in all this. If I were a man, the local police and RCMP would never have dared spread the lies and calumny which they used against me. No one would have believed them if a man were the subject. The people who hold power and make policy are in the vast majority men. And men really do think that women are irrational and over-reactive, that women are too emotional and less grounded. And men are predisposed to believe that any woman (even one they've worked beside for years), and especially one my age, can easily become mentally ill. Remember what happened to Canadian Olympic whistleblower who incurred the wrath of the government and the RCMP? Not only did she lose her livelihood, her husband, her parents, and custody of her only child, but her sanity was questioned. Would that have happened to a man? What a disgusting sexist society we live in. I can see it even in my own family. If I had been a man, my family would never have believed the lies and slander which the U.S. security agency brought to them about me. My mother would never have accepted those statements about one of my brothers. And my son! He who knew me best in the whole world was willing to believe evil garbage about me, and then to try to help police entrap me either into jail or a mental hospital. People are scum. I had stayed away from Xxxx's Market on Vxxxxxxx Drive for a more than a year because of the aggressive entrapment attempts which occurred there - one even involved a dizzying substance being sprayed in my face. But it was nice to go back for good fruit and no one bothered me on Monday. The stuff in the supermarkets is hard and it starts to spot or rot before it ever gets sweet. I bought cherries, lychees, plums, apricots, grapes, and strawberries. I love to have my refrigerator full of fruit, and Xxxx's fruit is delicious. Our stores used to sell fruit from the Canadian Okanagan which was better than that hard supermarket stuff from California. But all the fruit orchards in the Okanagan were cut down and replaced with vineyards that are half-resort and have golf courses attached. Only fools don't know when they have a good thing going, and trade it in for the latest fad. Sunday I received a reply to my last Email to Etal from an old American friend. However, she has helped the U.S. security agency in actions against me, so I thought it unsafe and I deleted it unopened. I won ten dollars in the lottery this week. I'm cheap and I only play the one dollar game which doesn't have a progressive pot and stays at two million, and I never buy more than one ticket per draw. The odds are better, too. Only 50 million people play that lotto (so often there isn't a big winner - that sort of clarifies the odds for you, doesn't it?), I win ten dollars three or four times a year, and twice I won around fifty dollars. It's fun, and it's my only vice. I'm sure that if I ever won a big jackpot that the RCMP would arrange for the numbers to be changed. There has already been a notice on the website that posted results for my game's draws have been incorrect, so it would be easy for police. I'm often appalled at the lottery kiosk to see senior citizens spending twenty or thirty dollars. They mustn't understand the odds, and I suspect that they are not playing for fun. I have a couple of amusing lottery stories for you, but I'll save them for the future. My back and legs hurt and I have to move around, and even perhaps lie down for a few minutes. Siamese Mike thoughtfully vomited on the patio instead of in the apartment. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. ________________________________ Xxx Xxxx, Court Administrator Xxxxxx County Probate Court xxx Xxxxxx Street Xxxxxxxxxx, Ohio xxxxx Re: Estate of Gxxxxx X. Xxxxxxxx, Case# 2009 ES 00xxx Dear Ms. Xxxxx: Thank you for your letter of June 19th and for the copies of the file documents. I enclose copies of two additional letters for the court file. One is my letter of May 23, 2009, to Rxxx X. Xxxxxxxx, co-executor of the will. The second is a reply from Ms. Xxxxxxx to me dated May 31, 2009. I think Ms. Xxxxxxx is mistaken about the four items which belong to me not being part of the estate. I enclose five dollars to cover the cost of copies and postage, which is more than you billed me. Please apply the balance to future costs I may incur. I have asked Ms. Xxxxxxx to mail me a copy of the inventory when it is filed, and I further request that I receive copies of any other court documents as they are filed. Thank you for your time and attention to this matter. Sincerely, xxxxxx |
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| File/Probate Ct; Family abuse; Abuse by neighbors & police; Injections in backyard |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|05:57 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Friday, July 03, 2009 5:51 PM Subject: Email to Etal: File from Probate Ct; Family abuse; Abuse by neighbors & police; Injections in backyard soil The probate court file arrived from Ohio on Tuesday. Why? Clearly they intended to write me instead of sending me the file. (There are emails to and from the court at the end of this letter.) Because of the email comment by the lawyer who wrote my mother's will that she had been "privy to conversations" about me, I had hoped that my mother had made some mention in her will of the disgrace of my being investigated by a U.S. security agency. But, no, the will is very simple. Half of the estate goes to my older brother, a quarter to Rxxx Xxxxxxx who was such a good friend to my mother, and a quarter to my younger brother's widow (she never liked my mother). If any of those three predeceased my mother, then the legacy would be for their children. I notice that my son was disinherited along with me. The two co-executors, my brother and Rxxx Xxxxxxx, are the appointed fiduciaries of the will and will deal with my claim. No doubt I will eventually have to launch a will contest action to try to regain my four property items. There are fifteen or sixteen pages of the usual forms in the court file. The most interesting document is a note from my brother, co-executor of the will, referring the court to my internet journal as proof that I had received the waiver form (I think the salient fact is that I refused to sign it). You realize why he did that, don't you? If court staff have not been approached by the FBI or another federal agency, then reading my journal will suggest to them that I am paranoid and that my claim should not be taken seriously. I have no way of knowing what else he has said to court staff in person or on the phone, of course. With my brother scuttling my credibility, perhaps there really is no reason for federal agents to personally approach the court to deny me my property. (But in the past, no situation has been too petty for either the U.S. security agency or the RCMP to manipulate if it would punish me.) I googled my American relatives but there was nothing outstanding. My younger brother's widow must have deleted her entries. But I noticed that her son now lives in the rural South and that her daughter's house is for sale on the internet. That is the niece who had secret dealings with local lawyer Bxxxxx Xxxxx who was supposed to be representing me in my obtaining $40,000 for transferring the NYC property back to my aunt. I complained to the Law Society about Xxxxx and I was brushed off. And of course, I never got a cent. I feel certain that some later New York court action removed my name from the property deed, but no one has ever notified me about it. I found this relatively recent complaint from my co-executor older brother online. Xxxxx Xxxxxx Said: Objectionable photo [Smith] makes extensive use of a photo of two overweight homosexual women, one nude and one partly clad. One of the women is supposed to be a famous photograher, whose name he gives. If I had known that I had to look at this photo so much, while trying to understand his techniques, I would not have bought this book. I am sure [Smith] had many other photos he could have used for an example. This is an example of in-your-face homosexuality. I will not order another book without first examining it. Like most ultra-conservative Americans, my lifelong-hunter-and-marksman brother thinks his country is endangered by liberals, Blacks, gays, Latinos, atheists, non-white immigrants, non-white foreigners, and uppity women, and he is genuinely disgusted by most of these groups. He must have been elated when the U.S. security agency approached him about me (especially after my aunt had added me as a co-owner on her house deed). He spent years relaying every rotten lie and distortion he heard from federal agents to my mother, and she passed it all on to my aunt (then my aunt's lawyer notified me that my aunt wanted my name off the deed). On several occasions, my brother even asked my mother to try to help entrap me, and she did so. Three of his six children also were used against me by federal agents with his blessing. My family is an awful bunch. (By the way, I never research my son or look for a You Tube or Face Book page, etc. I know nothing about him except for a few newspaper articles he wrote, and an item from a friend that he had been married. I see his name in the paper he works for, of course, but that's all. I don't want to know about him.) Things are much the same here. The weather has been beautiful and I have spent much of the past week sitting on the patio while taking anti-histamines. I intended to go out on Monday, but the RCMP overdid the noxious inhalant and made me sick. None of my neighbors are using their balconies or their patios. Tuesday morning at 9 am there was a message left on my machine by Mrs. Xxxxxxx at City Hall that she was returning my call. Of course I hadn't phoned her, and I didn't call her back. She's in permits and licenses. I suppose someone could have impersonated me. During my last conversation with neighbor Bxxxxxx Xxxxxx she told me that an upstairs resident owned a pest elimination company. I asked her what business was being run from the duplex next to our west property line. She didn't know, but we agreed that this area isn't zoned for whatever is going on. There's a large box truck in and out of the lane, power tool noise (especially on weekends), and a small work crew yelling in an Asian language. Actually I'm rather pleased because the ruckus is nearest to Sxxxx Xxxx's apartment, and I'm sure it must bother her, while it's not annoying me. Anyway, I would never complain to city hall about immigrants trying to make a living. What did police hope would come of it if I phoned Mrs. Xxxxxxx back? Would she pretend that I threatened her during the call? I had intended to go out on Tuesday. I didn't need anything, but I wanted to poke around on South Hxxx's Fxxxxx Street in Fxxxx's, the dollar store, and the fruit markets. But as well as the message from City Hall, all of the police foolishness that is supposed to make me irritable before I go out was in play. They kept it up for hours. At lunch time I decided to stay home, but I went out to check my car in case police had let the air out of the tires again. The car was alright, but there again were signs in front of this building that parking was prohibited on July 2nd and 3rd. I moved the car across the street. Wednesday, July 1st, was Canada Day and a major holiday. It's much more low-key than the Fourth of July, however I cooked a holiday meal. But if I had gone out on Tuesday, and if the RCMP had been able to seize me, then they would have had me in their clutches for two days before courts were open. Once again I suspected that the no parking signs were there because the old patio fences and my complete patio (in order to substantially lower the resale value of my apartment) would be removed as soon as police had me in custody. Yesterday and today I have not been aware of any work requiring no parking in front of this building. Each morning, after I feed the two cats and have granola and coffee, I sit at the bedroom window and meditate. (Police often try to annoy me during that time.) Thursday a man in a hard hat kept walking back and forth behind my patio fence. Then later in the morning, he had a pneumatic device injecting something into the soil in the backyard. It sounded like a nail gun, and there was a compressor truck parked in the lane. I went onto the patio and asked him if he was using a substance which would be harmful to my cats. He said no, that it was an organic fertilizer. He injected at many sites around my patio and around the patio of Xxxxx-Next-Door (who never uses it and doesn't open his door - it's as though he doesn't live there). I would have been more inclined to believe the man if he had also injected the stuff around the patios of Mrs. Xxx and Sxxxx Xxxx, both on the other side of the rear entrance, but he only worked on this half of the back yard. This building is a mess. The fences are decayed and all the grass is dried-up and burned away. Why would we pay to have high-tech fertilizer injected into half of the back yard? Anyone who wanted to fertilize the yard could use the hose or a watering can. A proper wooden step is back at the rear door, but the metal plate on the doorsill is still a hazard, although it has been rearranged. I feel sorry for the wilted tree at the back door, but the handle on the outdoor faucet has been removed so I can't water it. My neighbors disable the faucet to prevent me from washing my patio. The boards on my deck have the spaces between them all filled with tiny stucco shards with leaf debris on top of them. Do you remember that Cxxxxxxx Restorations workers put stucco all over my window and sliding door, on the deck, and on the plants? They tore the plastic cover off two folding chairs and put stucco on them. I discovered that even my umbrella has pieces of stucco stuck to it. I've been trying to clean the deck using large plastic containers of water, but I need a hose with water pressure. At the end of this month, it will be one year since Cxxxxxxx Restorations started the work on this building, and they're still hanging around. It's mind-boggling. My neighbors, at the request of the RCMP, have defrauded me of more than $25,000 in false fees and phoney repairs since I moved here. Next week I will have to do grocery shopping, go to the bank and the library, and I still want to poke around in the South Hxxx stores, and perhaps in Canadian Tire. What entrapment plans do police have in store for me? I will not respond to any of their ploys. They will either have to kidnap me or to induce people to lie about my speech and my actions. Perhaps they'll again try spraying something in my face in an attempt to render me unconscious. Happy Fourth of July. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. __________________ From: xxxxx Sent: Wednesday, July 01, 2009 5:50 PM To: probate@xxxxxxxx Subject: Probate # 2009 ES 00xxx - Xxxxxx Xxxxxx
Dear Ms. Wxxxxxxx and Ms. Rxxxxx: Thank you for letting me know that my claim against the estate has been received and filed. The copies of the court file documents arrived yesterday. Thank you again. The deadline information for filing an exception to the inventory and for the resulting hearing dates is very helpful. Will you please send me a copy of the inventory when it is filed so that I may ascertain whether the four items I am claiming from the estate are included on it? Should my items not appear on the inventory, now that my claim is filed, will it be dealt with by the court without further action on my part? I am quite prepared to initiate a will contest action if that is required for me to regain my property. I will remit the amount I owe for copies and postage. Thank you for your time and attention to this matter. ____________________ To: xxxxx Sent: Thursday, July 2, 2009 12:30 PM Subject: Probate # 2009 ES 00xxx - Xxxxxx XxXxxx Dear Ms. xxxxx:
I will make a notation that you would like a copy of the inventory when it is filed.
Once a claim is filed in an estate, the fiduciary must deal with the claim before the estate can be settled and closed.
Sincerely, Xxx Rxxxxxx Deputy Clerk |
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| EmailToEtal:ProbateCt;Bldg.Repairs;GroceryTraps;Healthcare & RCMP interference |
[Jun. 27th, 2009|06:05 pm] |
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From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, June 27, 2009 5:55 PM Subject: Email To Etal: Probate Ct; Bldg. Repairs; GroceryTraps; Healthcare & RCMP interference
I still have not received the promised letter from the Ohio probate court about my obtaining copies of documents in the court file. My latest email to the court clerk's staff is below. The Axxxx property manager has not sent me the tenders, bids, and invoices which I have now requested eight times. The next condo council meeting here is scheduled for July 15th. The pretend work on the building by Cxxxxxxx Restorations continues. Some of the crew, including Sock, were here on Monday and Tuesday. Then on Wednesday Sock and another man were fooling around with power tools at the back door next to my window again. Their nonsense never stops. On Tuesday, the shaven-head engineer with glasses was in the backyard for quite a while (he may be a Txxx Engineering employee). He seemed to be waiting for me to talk to him, but of course I did not do so. This Cxxxxxxx Renovations foolishness continues because police think that if the work isn't completed, Axxxx doesn't have to show me any bills. That's silly. I requested all the bills received in 2008 and the first four months of 2009, and of course Cxxxxxxx has been receiving money from us. The other big police hope is, of course, that I will respond nastily to the provocation of Sock and his friends who continually try to disturb and annoy me, and that the situation can be inflated to some evictable action of my part. Not a chance. I don't have any trouble ignoring them. On Monday, I made several stops in the community and then went to the XXX Xxxxxxplxxx on Mxxx Street near xxth Avenue. There seemed to be a police effort to involve me in an altercation in the supermarket. A man followed me around bothering me, but I just screened him out. At the checkout, another man behind me pushed all my food along the counter and squashed my fruit and bread. Then the cashier was exceptionally rude to me without cause. I smiled at everyone. Outside the store I went to a newspaper machine to take a free paper, and a third man leaned over me and probably would have pushed me into the paper box if I would have fit. I smiled and took out two papers and handed him one. The police will not involve me in any unpleasantness using such dumb scenarios. Well, we'll see what they try in the coming week when I go out. Last Saturday at 9 pm, a message was left on my answering machine inviting me to a retirement party tonight for journalist Nxxxx Xxxxx. His wife Rxx Xxxxxxx was speaking, and the party is to be at her parents' house. I did not reply. I have not seen Nxxxx in 35 or 36 years, although there have been media references to him and I know that he is active in the congregation of the Anglican cathedral. It is quite odd that I received an invitation after all this time. If it was another police ploy, I am disappointed. I always viewed Nxxxx as a principled person.
But then so many other people have disappointed me by trying to entrap me for the police - family, friends, doctors, lawyers, vets, neighbors, complaint commissions for city police & RCMP & CSIS, the provincial privacy and information staff, CMHC & RRAP, politicians at all levels, the civil liberties association, and a slew of others. The noise from the apartment above continues very early nearly every morning. It actually doesn't bother me, and I go back to sleep almost immediately. But the noxious inhalant is sickening. The stuff that turns my skin red and causes high pulse and B/P is so thick in the bathroom and kitchen that I can only stand it for five minutes or so. I've been postponing coloring my hair and giving myself a pedicure. That substance also pervades the rest of the apartment, but usually not as heavily. And the patio is covered with allergens thrown from the balcony above, but I take an antihistamine and sit out there to read. Some of the noxious inhalant comes from the suite above out of the gasoline-type cans which are delivered. But I suspect that there may be another entry point as well, perhaps from the basement, in both the kitchen and bathroom. Police can make me feel sick, but they can't make me act the way they want. I have been distressed by articles in the NYTimes and the Washington Post about the new health care proposal sponsored by Ted Kennedy. The AMA is trying to kill it of course (though only 19% of U.S. doctors are members of the AMA) and Obama spends all his time trying to assure conservatives that the government health plan won't interfere with private plans' profits. It can't work with that attitude. The American government spends twice as much per person on health care as Canada does, but we have complete coverage and much better health statistics. I have to interject a caveat here. The RCMP and local police have interfered with my medical care to the point that it almost killed me, and they continue to try to use my dental and health care as a means of entrapping me. But I don't think that's a reflection on the Canadian medical plan. The same thing would happen in the U.S. if the FBI gave false information about a patient to doctors and hospital staff. I never should have required emergency surgery. I needed gall bladder surgery, but the police told my doctor that I was a crazy malingerer and not to bump me up on the list. Then when I became seriously sick and went to hospital emergency, I was simply sedated for five days before there were any tests (I think that police hoped I would die). By that time I was in crisis and needed open abdominal surgery, and I woke up on a respirator. I did almost die, and I stayed in hospital for twelve days. And during those days, there were a number of entrapment attempts, and then more at home by visiting nurses in the following two weeks. Since then, the RCMP has continued to interfere with any medical or dental professional I have seen. God knows what's in my medical records, and for me the centralized records are a problem (but how many people are being abused by the RCMP?). What a disgusting commentary my case is on the power of police in our society. But let me tell you about our medical plan. There are no "private" doctors here. Everyone is part of the health plan (administered provincially with federal funding). If you work, premiums (about $50 per month) are deducted from your pay. If you're poor, the government pays your premiums. All of us have a plastic card which we show when we attend for medical care at a doctor's office or a hospital. That's it. You never see a bill or any piece of paper. I've had two major surgeries in the last ten years, and I don't even know how much they cost. And the hospitals are good. (I was in hospital in both NYC and Phoenix, and they were hellholes.) When I had emergency surgery here I was put in a room with three other women. The second surgery was scheduled, and I had a private room. Nursing staff was always around and I felt well cared for and recovered quickly. I even liked the food. Canadian doctors are not on salary. They are paid set fees according to their specialty, how many patients they see, and what they do for them. Our doctors are rich too. However there is a lobby among them and with some Tory politicians who want to undermine our medical plan. When the New Democratic Party started the medical plan in Saskatchewan in the 1950's, it was cheap. In those days, people visited a family doctor and got a prescription and that was it. Patients rarely saw specialists. But now, all doctors want to be specialists because they make more money. There aren't enough general practitioners to go around, and too many patients go to hospital emergency rooms for small complaints. As well, specialists routinely order expensive tests for patients and keep them coming back and sending them out for more pricey tests. All of that drives up the price of medical care per person (but it's still only half as much as in the U.S.). I hope that Canada gets her greedy doctors under control and creates policies which will produce more family physicians. But our medical plan will always be under attack by Canadian arch-conservatives. No one I know, except me at behest of the RCMP, has ever waited for surgery or care or tests or appointments; no one else I know was ever mistreated or ignored. However, I have seen news items that there is a waiting list for knee replacement surgery. I'm sure that there are the inevitable errors in hospital medications, etc., but I don't know of any personally. The U.S. media though carries stories about Canada's health plan as though it's fraught with difficulties - that simply isn't true. Our life expectancy is higher, infant mortality is lower, birth mother mortality is lower, and we are generally in better health. Compared to the health care worries and expenses of my parents and my aunt in the U.S., the Canadian system is wonderful. Read the Times column below by Kristof and see a real life example comparing health care in Canada and in the U.S. Here's the latest email to the probate court, too. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. ________________________ ----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx Sent: Saturday, June 27, 2009 2:12 PM Subject: Probate # 2009 ES 00xxx - Gxxxxx Xx Xxxx Dear Ms. Xxxxxxx: Please let me know when you receive my claim against the estate and the $10 filing fee. I mailed the envelope at a local post office on June 22nd. I still await copies of documents in the file. I must decide if there is further action I need to take, and I am concerned about missing a filing deadline. Thank you for your help. Sincerely, xxxxx ____________________________________________ June 11, 2009 Op-Ed Columnist This Time, We Won’t Scare Perhaps you’ve seen those television commercials denouncing health care reform as a plot to create a Canadian-style totalitarian nightmare, and you feel a wee bit scared. Back in the election campaign, some people spread rumors that Barack Obama might be a secret Muslim conspiring to impose Sharia law on us. That seems unlikely now, but what if he’s a covert Canadian plotting to impose ... health care? Rick Scott, a former hospital company chief executive, leads a group called Conservatives for Patients’ Rights. He was forced to resign as C.E.O. after his company defrauded the government through overbilling and is now spending his time trying to block meaningful health care reform by terrifying us with commercials of “real-life stories of the victims of government-run health care.” So here’s a far more representative “real-life story.” Diane Tucker, 59, is an American lawyer who moved to Vancouver, Canada, in 2006. Like everyone else there, she now pays the equivalent of just $49 a month for health care. Then one day two years ago, Ms. Tucker was working on her office computer when she noticed that she was having trouble typing with her right hand. “I realized my hand was numb, so I tried to stand up to shake it out,” she remembered. “But I had trouble standing.” A colleague called 911, and an ambulance rushed her to the nearest hospital. “An emergency room doctor met me at the door, and they took me straight upstairs to the CT scan,” she recalled. A neurologist explained that she had suffered a stroke. Ms. Tucker spent a week at the hospital. “The doctors were great, although there were also a couple of jerks,” she said. “The nursing staff was wonderful.” Still, there were two patients to a room, and conditions weren’t as opulent as at some American hospitals. “The food was horrible,” she said. Then again, the price was right. “They never spoke to me about money,” she said. “Not when I checked in, and not when I left.” Scaremongers emphasize the waits for specialists in Canada, and there’s some truth to the stories. After the stroke, Ms. Tucker needed to make a routine appointment with a neurologist and an ophthalmologist to see if she should drive again. Initially, those appointments would have meant a two- or three-month wait, although in the end she managed to arrange them more quickly. Ms. Tucker underwent three months of rehabilitation, including physical therapy several times a week. Again there was no charge, no co-payment. Then, last year, Ms. Tucker fainted while on a visit to San Francisco, and an ambulance rushed her to the nearest hospital. But this was in the United States, so the person meeting her at the emergency room door wasn’t a doctor. “The first person I saw was a lady with a computer,” she said, “asking me how I intended to pay the bill.” Ms. Tucker did, in fact, have insurance, but she was told she would have to pay herself and seek reimbursement. Nothing was seriously wrong, and the hospital discharged her after five hours. The bill came to $8,789.29. Ms. Tucker has since lost her job in the recession, but she says she’s stuck in Canada — because if she goes back to the United States, she will pay a fortune for private health insurance because of her history of a stroke. “I’m trying to find another job here,” she said. “I want to stay here because of medical insurance.” Another advantage of the Canadian system, she says, is that it emphasizes preventive care. When a friend was diagnosed as being pre-diabetic, he was put in a free two-year program emphasizing an improved diet and lifestyle — and he emerged as no longer being prone to diabetes. If Ms. Tucker’s story surprises you, you should know that Mr. Scott’s public relations initiative against health reform is led by the same firm that orchestrated the “Swift boat campaign” against Senator John Kerry in 2004. These commercials are just as false, for President Obama is not proposing government-run health care — just a public insurance element in the mix. No doubt there are some genuine horror stories in Canada, as there are here in the United States. But the bottom line is that America’s health care system spends nearly twice as much per person as Canada’s (building the wealth of hospital tycoons like Mr. Scott). Yet our infant mortality rate is 40 percent higher than Canada’s, and American mothers are 57 percent more likely to die in childbirth than Canadian ones. In 1993, the “Harry and Louise” commercials frightened Americans into abandoning health reform. Let’s ensure those scare tactics don’t work this time. |
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| Does court file hold info re:U.S. security agency & RCMP? |
[Jun. 20th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, June 20, 2009 6:13 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Does court file contain info re: U.S. security agency & RCMP? Yesterday I received two emails from the Ohio probate court in response to my faxed and emailed claim against my mother's estate. The first simply said that I had to send $10 along with the original claim document, which I had intended to mail on Monday. That second informed me that the court clerk was preparing a letter for me about my request for copies of the documents contained in the court file. Both emails have already been posted in malcanada's LiveJournal along with the claim. A letter, rather than simply sending me the copies, means that the court clerk will refuse to allow me to see the file. Why? Since I'm representing myself, I have the right to view every document in the file, just as a lawyer would do. I already know that my mother disinherited me and said awful things about me which perhaps appear in her will, so it's not a matter of confidentiality (and that couldn't legally keep the file from a self-acting-counsel anyway). ** I wonder if my mother's will, or other documents in the court file, state that I am being investigated by a U.S. security agency. Perhaps the file even contains information about the crimes or misconduct of which American government agents have been falsely accusing me. Could there even be material about the RCMP phoney investigation (which is really long term abuse and harrassment) in Canada? I am determined to see the documents in the court file, but it's become clear that no Ohio lawyer will help me. I'll think about what to do. ** It's been another week full of police foolishness. Last Saturday a woman who the RCMP have used before was out in the backyard shouting and pretending to play with the cats at my patio fence in order to get my attention. It was very hot and sunny, but she was wearing a turned-up collar and a long-billed cap pulled down over her face. I guess I was supposed to speak to her, and then she would remove the hat and reveal that she is someone who police hope will make me angry. Perhaps someone like the woman who pretended to be from both the cat rescue agency and the SPCA and kept lurking around my windows and shouting tirades in at me, and then turned up in Safeway to carry my groceries to the car. Police can't make me angry and I'm not going to argue with anyone. I ignored that hatted woman, and my cats kept their distance from her. On Sunday, Mrs. Xxx from 10x (on the opposite side of the rear entrance from me) and Bxxxxxx Xxxxxx had a loud conversation at the back door about water still seeping in the 10x bedroom from the outdoor faucet. I didn't believe it because a new membrane had been installed in the wall. Sure enough, it was just an excuse for loudmouth Sock and the Cxxxxxx Restorations crew to be next to my patio fence, and at my bedroom window, with noisy power tools, on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Apartment 10x is odd and small, and most of it's bedroom space is taken up by the back hallway and by the well around the rear entrance to the building; the bedroom window is actually inside the well. There is a wooden lattice with a space behind it across the bedroom window for privacy, and Mrs. Xxx keeps her bicycle behind a locked section of the lattice. On Monday, all Sock and the Cxxxxxx men did was to put up the lattice crookedly and unconnected on one side, while bowed on the other. Sock and the guys were here at 8 am with power tools on Tuesday. I didn't pay any attention to them, and after they left in the afternoon, I took the garbage out through the back door. My neighbors pretend that they have just spent $311,500.00 on this building, but there is not even a concrete step to get out of the well at the rear entrance. (So much about this building is shoddy and jerry-rigged.) The free-standing wooden step had been removed for the membrane work, and later I asked one of the nicer workers to put it back (the well is more than a foot deep) and he did so. Therefore the police must have thought the step was important to me. On Tuesday, Sock removed the wooden step and replaced it with one that was less than three inches deep (only the toe of my shoe fit on it). As well, the door sill of the rear entrance had been raised up so that one had to step over it rather like a water tight door on a ship. And worst of all, there was a metal plate that was much too wide and protruding out over both sides of the door sill and wobbling on top of it because it hadn't been properly screwed down. Was the RCMP trying to break my leg? When I came back into the yard from the dumpster in the lane, Mrs. Xxx from 10x came out. She started trying to straighten the lattice and to get it open (it was so crooked it was jammed on the floor in the well). Did police expect me to feel sorry for her? Did they expect me to start complaining about Cxxxxxxx Restorations so that other neighbors could join in an entrapment attempt? Mrs. Xxx has helped police against me on a number of occasions, and I think she is a sneak. I ignored her and gingerly navigated the dangerous obstacles at the back door. When I reached the lobby, Bxxxx Xxxxxxxxx emerged from 10x in a back-up attempt to encourage me to complain about the dangerous and inferior work to the building. I ignored him too. I posted a one sentence note on the lobby bulletin board that the step and sill plate were unsafe because that was my duty as a responsible suite-owner here. But really I didn't care. When I take out the garbage, I will just be careful. It amazes me that police have absolutely no idea what would make me angry and what would make me react. They flail around trying ridiculous scenarios. Perhaps the use of the noxious inhalant makes them think they can conjure anger and unwise words out of me. All week, especially overnight, the red-skin-raises-pulse-and-B/P stuff has been very heavy. Once each night in the early hours, police dump the itchy substance on me and I wake with hives. Then the noise directly over my sleeping head starts between 5:30 and 6:45 am. But you know, I'm used to their abuse. Nothing can make me react as they wish. The longer their immoral harrassment goes on, the stronger I become. My strength doesn't make me feel invulnerable though, because I know that the RCMP can order my neighbors or others to simply lie about what I say to them or what I do. On Wednesday when I went out into the lobby for the mail, police made another try. Jxxx from 20x, with a second woman, and her baby in a stroller came out of the stairwell as soon as I got in the lobby (but it was significant that I hadn't heard them coming down the stairs). People don't act normally when they're on police business. She didn't push the stroller away from the stair, but stood there right next to my apartment door so I would have to look at her. I didn't look at her nor speak to her. And if I had, I assure you that I would have mouthed nonsense about the baby and would not have mentioned the dangerous repairs to the rear entrance. That evening, while I was on the patio, council president Sxxxx Xxxx (she's baaack) held a conversation with a young person at the rear door. When the person left, there was a terrific noise of someone tripping and the metal sill plate vibrating and wooden step smashing into the concrete. When I glanced up, Sxxxx Xxxx was peering over my patio fence grinning derisively. Did police actually expect that I would acknowledge her and speak as they wished? I think Sock and the Cxxxxxxx guys may have fixed the dangerous items around the back door on Thursday, but I can't be bothered to check. After all, I'll never be coming home at two a.m. with a few drinks under my belt. That evening at dusk someone was creeping around the back yard. He/she walked around my patio a few times and seemed to be lurking. When he/she crouched down behind the patio fence, I went outside and the person quickly disappeared into the back door. Could it have been the plant assassin? My seven feet tall stone pine was killed this week. Several other plants look quite iffy. Most of my beautiful plants are dead because of weed killer clandestinely administered by my neighbors or the police. Yesterday, Friday, after a night of terrible noxious inhalant, I was awakened at 6:30 am by outrageous noise overhead. Then my phone started to ring with hang-ups. That sort of morning always means that police have entrapment plans for me and they are trying to make me irritable. I lolled around with my two cats and didn't get up until 10 am. Then for the rest of the morning and early afternoon, the building was creepy and too silent. When police have some entrapment planned in the condominium, they make my neighbors hide out (I don't know why - it's a dead give-a-way). I decided that I would not go into the lobby for the mail. Now that the weather is warm and I can sit on my patio with a book, I really don't want to go anywhere else. Today the building is creepy quiet again after a night of atrocious noxious inhalant. There's no mail delivery on Saturday, but I usually go into the lobby for a local weekly newspaper and some advertising flyers. I'll give it a miss today. I'm also resolved to speak to my neighbors only when absolutely forced to do so because I do think that they would lie about what I say to them. The RCMP seems so desperate to get me lately. Well, they'll have their chances during the coming week because I have shopping to do and errands to run in the community. It starts to get light now around 4 am. The other morning about 4:30 there was the most awful racket of dozens of crows screaming at top volume. People for blocks around must have been awakened. I got up to look out, and a raccoon came sauntering onto my patio. When he disappeared, the noise stopped. The crows were warning that raccoon to stay away from their babies. There was a TV news story last night about raccoons eating blue heron babies, and they've always been a problem for swans and geese. I have not seen many of the cats from the empty lot next door this past week. Perhaps the cat rescue agency is trapping and removing them. But there is no place to which to take them. Mostly animal agencies just spay/neuter as many stray cats as they can, and then leave food daily where there are colonies of abandoned cats. There are hundreds of them in the city. Brown Cat has not been turning up every single day for dinner, so I suspect that someone is putting out food for the cats next door. The only one I see regularly is the little black cat who used to wander around crying. For some reason, that poor little thing was cast out from the tribe, and Trixie chases her from this patio. The sun will set at 9:25 pm tonight and tomorrow. What glorious long days we have. Today is cloudy and there is supposed to be some rain tonight, but the plants really need it after the hot and dry weather we've been enjoying. I'm always a bit sorry when the solstice is past. I think I visualize the year as a hill, and now we're going to start the slide down to the days when it's dark at 3:30 on rainy afternoons. But I wouldn't want to live someplace where the days are always the same length. My favorite summer month is August - I think because my father used to take his time-off then and drive us on a family vacation. I like September too, and it often seems as nice as May to me. But in terms of plants and beautiful flowers and growing things, May is the apex of the year. There's another hang-up on my phone. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| My claim to Probate Ct; Two emails from Probate Ct |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|03:59 pm] |
I received two emails from Probate Court today. They are below.
I have a paper copy of my claim here which I intended to mail on Monday. I will enclose the $10 U.S. money order when I send it.
I'd be willing to bet that the coming letter from the court clerk will inform me that I am not entitled to copies of the documents in the court file. But that's not true. I'm representing myself and therefore I'm entitled to any copies that a lawyer would be given.
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx Sent: Thursday, June 18, 2009 3:25 PM Subject: Claim against the estate of Gxxxxx F. Xx Xxxx; file# 2009 ES 00xxxx To Rxx Xxxx, Court Clerk
Dear Ms. Xxxx: I have just faxed you a claim against the estate of my mother, Gxxxxx F. Xx Xxxx. A paper copy will follow by mail. Below is an email copy. Please file my claim so that the court may take appropriate action. Thank you, xxxxx _______________
----- Original Message ----- Sent: Thursday, June 19, 2009 6:58 AM Subject: Claim against the estate of Gxxxxx X. Xx Xxxx; file# 2009 ES 00xxx Dear Ms. Xxxxx:
The Court has received your claim by facsimile and by e-mail. All claims submitted for filing must be filed in original paper form by mail or in person. Therefore we must reject your claim because it was faxed and e-mailed to the Court. Please send your original claim including an original signature with a money order for $10.00 made payable to Xxxxxx County Probate Court by mail.
Sincerely,
Pxx Xxxxxxx Deputy Clerk _____________________________ ----- Original Message -----
From: Pxx Xxxxxxx To: Xxxxxxx Xxxxx Sent: Thursday, June 19, 2009 10:36 AM Subject: Claim against the estate of Gxxxxx X. Xx Xxxx; file# 2009 ES 00xxx Dear Ms. Xxxxx:
For your information a letter will be mailed to you shortly regarding your e-mail request to receive copies of the file along with other pertinent information. As soon as the letter is signed by Ms. Wxxx, I will mail your copies and send you an e-mail with the letter attached. Sincerely, Pxx Xxxxxxx Deputy Clerk ___________________________
(Here's the claim I submitted)
Probate Court of Xxxxxx County, Ohio xxx xxxxxx Street Xxxxxx, Ohio xxxxx June 18, 2009 Estate of Gxxxxx Fxxxxxx Xx Xxxx, deceased Case No. 2009 ES 00xxx A Claim Against the Estate of Gxxxxx Fxxxxx Xx Xxxx By xxxxx xxx, xxx xxxx xth Avenue xxxxxxx, xxxxx Canada xxx xxx Page 1 of 4 _____________________________ I claim from the estate of Gxxxxx Fxxxxxx Xx Xxxx, deceased, four items which belong to me and were at the residence of the deceased at the time of her death. These items are: 1. A ring with a small sapphire in a tall spiral setting. This old family ring was given to me when I was a baby by my paternal grandmother, Antonetta Xx Xxxx, because it is my birthstone. 2. A 15 inch knotted string of small but graduated, beige-colored, highly irregular natural pearls. This family necklace was given to me by my parents when I graduated from high school. 3. A ring with four diamonds in square settings placed horizontally across a white gold band. This ring was given to me by my uncle, Pxxxx Xxxxxxx, when I entered university. 4. A small antique trunk, circa 1875, intended for gloves, jewellery, and handkerchiefs. This trunk was given to me by my uncle, Pxxxx Xxxxxxx, when I graduated from high school. If the co-executors of the estate, Axxxxx X. Xx Xxxx and Rxxx X. Xxxxxxx, have disposed of my property without my knowledge or consent, then in the alternative, I claim the amount of $20,000.00 from the estate. Explanatory statement by claimant, xxxxx A co-executor of the estate of Gxxxxx Xxxxxxx Xx Xxxx, Axxxxx X. Xx Xxxx (my estranged brother) has known for most of his life that these four claimed items belong to me. My mother, Gxxxxx Xx Xxxx, would not allow me to remove these four items to my home in Canada. When I married and left for Europe on a six month honeymoon, my mother said that she would keep the pearls and the diamond ring safe for me. When I returned, she would not return the items to me. The trunk and the sapphire ring were in her home at the same time, and she would not allow me to remove them either. Since I moved to Canada in 1968, I spent every annual vacation and some Page 2 of 4 _____________________________ Christmases visiting, first my parents, then my mother alone after my father’s death, in Xxxxxxx. Every year I argued with my mother about these four items, and each time she refused to let me take them home. She said they would be safer with her. Short of initiating legal action against her, I knew of no way to make her change her mind. My mother always admitted that these four items belonged to me, and other members of the family were aware of my ownership of them. My mother said I would have to wait until she died to take my four possessions home. There were many other items belonging to me at the residence of Gxxxxx Xx Xxxx, but I assume that they were discarded when she died and I make no claim in regard to them. For example, and this is only a partial list: my wedding gown, paintings and sketches I had done, photographs, letters, kodachrome slides, wedding photos, historical souvenirs, a porcelain Madonna which my father had given me, etc. I am unsure how much explanation is required in this claim. My mother did not approve of me. I studied psychology rather than becoming a teacher or a nurse (the only two occupations she thought suitable for a woman). I moved to Canada with my husband and then divorced him (she never allowed our extended family and friends in New York and Connecticut to know about the divorce and she tried to prevent me from telling people about it). I raised a child on my own which my mother thought scandalous (he graduated from university without any student loans and owned his own vehicle from the age of sixteen). She never believed that I could adequately support myself, and even when I took her to the Greenbrier for a Christmas holiday, she kept insisting that I would be paying off the resort’s bill for years. I became a Registered Clinical Counsellor and created, and for seventeen years managed, a project at Provincial Court to assist mentally disordered offenders. As well, I have been the director of a community center with a two million dollar annual budget, and the director of a large social service agency. However, about ten years ago, when I was close to retirement (I will soon be xx years old), I was disappointed to overhear my mother tell someone, “She does something with nuts. I wish she could get a good job.” My mother’s view of me was that I am not quite respectable, that my finances are ruinous (lacking a husband, they must be), that I am lazy, sloppy, and a poor housekeeper, that my political views are dangerously liberal, and that I could not be trusted to care for anything valuable. She thought that I was not responsible enough to protect the four items I claim. But more than that, I think by holding onto so many of my possessions throughout most of the years of my life, that my mother was attempting to exert some control over me. Page 3 of 4 ________________________________ I did believe that these items would be returned to me when my mother died, and I never thought it would be worthwhile or moral, while she was alive, to rupture our relationship over goods and belongings. Unfortunately, in recent years, my mother did become stridently estranged from me because of a family feud after my aunt in New York City added my name as a co-owner to the deed of her NYC home. I hope that I have supplied enough detail so that my claim against the estate can be readily understood. I request that the court order that the four items belonging to me now be returned to me. If they have been disposed of, then I request the sum of $20,000.00. This claim against the estate of Gxxxxx Fxxxxxx Xx Xxxx, in the Probate Court of Xxxxxxx County, case number 2009, ES 00xxx, is submitted by: (signed and dated) Printed name & address Page 4 of 4 _____________________________________________________________________
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| Email to Etal: Court matters; Pressure at home; Spanish entrapment |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|03:37 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Friday, June 12, 2009 3:14 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Court matters; Pressure at home; Spanish entrapment Is the Ohio probate court using subterfuge? Are they really trying to delay matters until after the three month period in which I can make a claim against my mother's estate? Perhaps I misunderstand.
I've attached today's email to the clerk of the court, along with an email from an assistant clerk informing me that no inventory has been filed. Below that is a letter I received from Rxxx Xxxxxxx, co-executor of my mother's will. Both the assistant court clerks with whom I have dealt, and Rxxx the co-executor treat me in quite an offhand manner. I know that most will contests fail, and I do not believe that I will be treated fairly. However, my claim against the will is a good one, and I will not give up. I want my possessions returned to me. The two Ohio lawyers who pretended that they are willing to help me did not respond to my email which I copied to you last time. In fact, I found the original email from the lawyer whose father was my father's physician to be quite disingenuous. There is no possibility of my engaging a lawyer in my mother's town who did not know my mother or does not have ties to the Sxxxx/ Xxxxxxx/ Txxxxx/ Bxxxx family, of which Rxxx is a member. Besides, I think that the U.S. security agency is involved again. I suspect it is the FBI, although a local lawyer who handled my unlawful dismissal case told me that I was being harrassed by CSIS and the CIA. It turned out that my Canadian abuser is not CSIS but the RCMP, with help from local police. I would suppose that an agency like the FBI could run roughshod over a county probate court and small town lawyers. I wonder if the RCMP intends to hand me over to U.S. authorities if they can seize me. There was another entrapment attempt using a woman who pretended to speak only Spanish and her child on Monday. They made a scene in front of me as I was unpacking groceries from the car on the street, the child ran off, and the woman came up our front walk and sat on the stoop of this building. I just said hello to her, and she said she didn't speak English. She sat there dejectedly looking at me and trying to engage me as I made several trips back and forth to the car. I ignored her. U.S. agents told some of the people that they contacted about me in order to smear my name, that I was involved with Cuban revolutionaries. It's nuts. I don't know any Cubans, never have, and I've never been to Cuba. What's more - I don't speak Spanish. This was the fourth or fifth time that the RCMP or the Americans have tried to engage me in an entrapment attempt by using a Spanish-speaking person. I took Latin, French, and Spanish in high school and university, but I didn't study conversational Spanish. Even when I was at the top of my game (and I've probably forgotten it all by now) my talent was translating written Spanish literature. Last Saturday I received six copies of an email containing photos from an old high school friend. I deleted them all unopened. On a number of occasions, this woman has proven herself to be in contact with the American security agency. For the last two days my body has been covered with fiery red, hot, itchy, lumpy hives. During the past week the police have thrown everything they've got into the mix of noxious inhalant. It's suffocating. Siamese Mike has been spending nights outside with his mother Trixie, but poor Louie-Louie stays with me and has been vomiting and sick. Will police will soon kill another innocent cat? Perhaps police are hoping that I will develop hives in my throat and strangle to death. The red-skin inhalant which I have always viewed as a CVA danger is used all during the nights. There does seem to be a certain desperation in police actions lately. I wrote you that the condominium council's complaint in the last minutes that the cleaning lady isn't doing her job well enough was a cover-up of the fact that police empty vacuum bags of dust into the fan duct immediately outside my door so that rollers of dust (I'm allergic to it) are eternally entering my apartment. Because I wrote that, there's been a further cover-up. Cxxxx XxXxxxxx was in the lobby screeching today and giving instructions to someone about the walls needing to be washed, etc. It's just more nonsense pretending that's what the minutes item meant. The paint in the lobby was old when I moved here, and the lobby needs to be repainted, and cracked and stained ceiling tiles need to be replaced (a local handiperson would handle it all for $100). This has nothing to do with the part-time cleaning lady, either, and the council minutes did not refer to the lobby walls but to the dust. I have the feeling that this is a crisis period for me. The Cxxxxxxx Restorations crew is just hanging around pretending to do work. Are we back to the state of affairs wherein they have to make believe they're not finished yet and therefore there aren't any bills to show me? By the way, the property manager has still not replied to my requests for copies of the tenders, bids, and all invoices, and I am not surprized. So that's my story for today. I will not give up. The RCMP or local police are either going to have to kill me or kidnap me. Anything short of that won't work, no matter how many entrapping scenarios they build around me, no matter how much noxious inhalant they force me to breathe. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. ----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: Court Clerk Sent: Friday, June 12, 2009 1:24 PM Subject: Probate 2009 ES 000xxx To: Rxx X. Xxxx Court Clerk, Probate Court of xxxxxxx County, Ohio Dear Ms. Xxxx: I can not accept Ms. Xxxxxxxx's advice. My mother, Gxxxxx X. Xx Xxxx, died on March 19th, 2009. Her will was admitted to probate by the court on April 16, 2009. After a certificate is filed, any action to contest the validity of the will must be filed no more than three months after the filing of the certificate for estates of decedents who die on or after January 1, 2002. After July 16, 2009, I will be denied any opportunity to make a claim against my mother's estate. I can not wait until July 20th to find out if an inventory has been filed. I expected that the inventory was appended when the will was admitted to probate. Below is a letter to me from co-executor of the will Rxxx X. Xxxxxxx who states that Axxxxx X. Xx Xxxx, the other co-executor, was given the four items belonging to me, by my mother, immediately before her death. Ms. Xxxxxxx suggests that he might have disposed of them. My mother had no legal right to give my possessions to another person, and that person had no legal right to dispose of them. Both my mother and Axxxxx Xx Xxxx were treating my possessions as though they were part of the estate. I am representing myself. I understand that I am entitled to copies of all the information in Probate Court File 2009 ES 000xxx. Please send me copies of the will and any other documents in the file. Also, please send me the inventory when it is filed, and copies of any other documents as they are filed. I had intended to file an exception to the inventory, but there is no inventory yet, and further, co-executor Rxxx Xxxxxxx suggests that my possessions will not appear on the inventory when it is created. Therefore I will prepare a claim against the estate for the four items owned by me. If the items belonging to me have been illegally disposed of, then I shall make a claim against the estate in the sum of $20,000. I will very soon send you, by facsimile, my claim against the estate so that it might be properly filed. A paper copy will follow in the mail. Thank you for your time and attention to this matter. I know it is a bother to deal with me by long distance, and I will be happy to pay any postage costs. Sincerely, xxxxx __________________________ ----- Original Message ----- From: Txxxx Xxxxxxxx To: xxxx Sent: Thursday, June 011, 2009 6:17 AM Subject: RE: Probate 2009 ES 000xxx The inventory has not been filed. The due date is July 20. You can keep checking with us.
Txxxx Xxxxxxxx Deputy Clerk |
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| Letter from will's co-executor; Email to Probate Court |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|03:16 pm] |
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Below is a letter I received from the co-executor of my mother's will. I have also emailed the Ohio county probate court to request a copy of the will's inventory. Since I am representing myself, I don't see why I can't have it. At some point I will have to contact my brother to request that my possessions be returned to me. If he refuses to do so, I will file a claim with probate court for the estimated monetary equivalent of the four items. But I don't want money, I want my belongings, and I will make it as difficult as possible for my brother to ignore my request. ____________________________________ XXX Xxxx Xxxx Road Xxxxxxxx, Ohio xxxxx May 31, 2009 xxxxx xxxxx xxx, xxx Xxxx xth Avenue
Xxxxxxxx, xxxx Canada xxx xxx Dear Xxxxx,
The items mentioned in your letter to me dated May 23, 2009 were disposed of or given, by Grayce, to your brother Axxxxx while she was in the hospital and nursing home. These items are not part of the estate. Please contact Axxxxx concerning the items that he might still have.
I hope this answers your questions and concerns.
Sincerely, Rxxx X. Xxxxxxx
________________________________________ ----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx Sent: Tuesday, June 09, 2009 2:42 PM Subject: Probate 2009 ES 000xxx - Grayce X. XxXxxx Dear Ms. Rxxxxxx or Ms. Wxxx: I must ascertain whether it is necessary for me to file an exception to the inventory of my mother's will. Is it possible for you to mail me a copy of the inventory? Thank you for your time and attention to this matter. xxxxx xxx, xxx Xxxx xth Avenue Xxxxxxxx, xxxx Canada xxx xxx
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| EmailtoEtal:Corresp.w/lawyer re:will; Repair shenanigans; Setting me up |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|03:01 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Friday, June 05, 2009 2:58 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Corresp.w/lawyer re: will; Repair shenanigans; Setting me up After I wrote to you about the assault on my apartment by jackhammer with its deafening noise, vibration, and clouds of gritty dust, it stopped. On Monday morning, several men showed up and cleaned up the worksites on either side of my patio at the back door and on Xxxxx-Next-Door's patio. Since then there's been some cover-up activity occurring on the roof. A radio is playing up there and occasionally someone taps with a hammer. That's an attempt to justify the huge waste bin which is parked at our driveway, which was really meant for the wood from the old patio fences. But of course, the fences won't be replaced while I am here because my neighbors intend to remove my patio in order to lower the value of my apartment. Txxx Engineering, in its original report, did state that one edge of the roof needs to be resealed, but that would be a half-day job. This is the fifth day of roof hammer tapping. If there were really something wrong with the roof, we should be dealing with the contractor who installed a new roof a few years ago. Yes, I already paid a hugely inflated amount for a new roof. It was the first large fraudulent expense that my neighbors levied against me. The fraudulent amounts charged to me by the condo council at the behest of the RCMP and local police now total more than $25,000. I have paid them all. Sxxx Xxxxx of Axxxx Property Management has not replied to my latest (of many) requests for copies of the bills for the supposed $311,500 in repairs which the council pretends have been done here in the last nine months. I just noticed today my Outlook Express folder for "Condo" has disappeared from my computer. On Monday while I was at my computer, the electricity was flickering as the police tried to blow out that machine as they did my four vacuum cleaners and many other applicances and lights. I still prevent my computer from running scans on FAT32 and NTFS as soon as I turn it on. If police succeed in seizing me, who knows what kind of falsely incriminating material they will enter into this machine. The weather has been beastly hot all week, and the noxious inhalant is suffocating. The red-skin stuff is awful. When my patio is in shade, I try to sit outside but then someone on a balcony above drags metal cans around and releases some substance which makes me sneeze, cough, and have a headache. As I wrote last time, people now are the same violent sadists as they were in A Distant Mirror 's fourteenth century. I haven't seen strata council president Sxxxx Xxxx for ages, and police are now using council member Cxxxx XxXxxxx instead. Whenever Cxxxx holds an unnecessarily loud conversation where I can hear her, I make a point of humming and not listening. The police intent may simply be to make me sick enough from the noxious inhalant to seek medical attention so they can manipulate a physician to try to entrap me. Or they may have entrapment plans for today and over the weekend. I'm inclined to think that police will try to get me when I go out shopping in the coming week, but I am always on guard. Who knows what they may attempt? On Tuesday I dressed as though to go out, but then didn't feel well enough. I only took out the garbage and walked down the lane to collect some laburnum seeds from the trees on the empty lot. Then I went back to my apartment and after a few minutes I realized that my mailbox key had fallen out of my pocket. I went back into the lobby only to surprize two city bicycle policemen who were coming down the stairs. If I had gone out on Tuesday, would those bicycle cops have entrapped me? I stayed in the rest of the week because I didn't need anything and I was not feeling energetic. This week I emailed six law firms in my mother's small home town for information about probate matters. One didn't answer, two replied that they don't handle probate matters, one asked me for a $3,500 retainer, one wrote that she had written my mother's will and "was privy to my mother's conversations" about me and wished me good luck, and one sent me the email below (his father was my father's doctor). Given my history, I have no illusions about the legal profession, but I need general information about wills and probate, and I am happy to give these people details. Below is also my email to answer the lawyer's questions. As I've told you, it's not wise to click on "reply" and I had a difficult time finding this man's email address. I also sent a copy to the will-writer because I mention her name. I sent the retainer-requester a very similar letter. I'm happy to reply at length to this lawyer because I want people to know what really happened - to know what the truth is. So far he hasn't sent me a follow-up. My Grootendorst rose bush started to bloom at the end of May, but the flowers are small. I have to buy some more Miracle Grow. I only have about a half dozen healthy plants left. The patio is like a plant hospital because of all the weed killer my neighbors have thrown on my plants. They were so beautiful. What a hateful waste. Happy Birthday, J.E.B.M. I hope your day is pleasant and I wish you many happy returns. Last evening I watched a program about the photography of Eugene Atger and Berenice Abbott and it made me want to see more of their pictures. I'll try at the library, but it's not very good and I don't expect to be successful. I'll see what I can find on the internet, but I like paper. If I buy a book online, I'll have to go to Kxxxxxxxx Mall, where I am harrassed, to pick it up. I'm going to try to partially reconstruct my computer's condo file now, but most of the stuff is gone forever. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. ______________________________ Dear Ms. Xxxxx,
Thank you for your inquiry about the estate of your mother, Gxxxxx Xxxxxx. I do not believe that we have a conflict of interest, although I do know members of your family personally, i.e. Dxxxx and Rxxx Bxxxx and their younger children, with whom my children go to school.
I would like to know more about the three items of jewelry which you are requesting. For example, who purchased the items and how they came to be in your mother’s possession? Additionally, the majority of your letter to Rxxx Xxxxxxx did not come through the e-mail. If you would re-send the letter, I would be grateful. Once I know this preliminary information, I will be able to provide you with a status of what rights you have.
Thanks again for the inquiry. Jxxxxxx C. Xxxxxxx Fxxxx, Xxxxxxx & Vxxxxxx, LLC xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: xxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 4:37 PM Subject: Probate # 2009 ES 000xxxx - Gxxxxx X. Xx Xxxx
Dear Mr. Dxxxxxx: Thank you for your reply to my email. I realize that everyone in Xxxxxxxx probably knows the Sxxxx/ Rxxxxxx/ Txxxxx/ Bxxxx family, but I am not related to them nor was my mother. As well, Dr. Dxxxxxx was my father's physician for many years. Dxxx Sxxxx and my father were fellow Lions and good friends, and after my father died, the Sxxxx/ Rxxxxxx/ Txxxxx/ Bxxxx family adopted (as Rxxxx put it) my mother. My older brother lives in Oregon, I live in Xxxxxxxx, and my younger brother (now deceased) lived in Florida. I am deeply grateful for the care that the Sxxxx/ Rxxxxxx/ Txxxxx/ Bxxxx family provided to my mother. I am estranged from all my family. In 2000, my aunt, my mother's sister, had added me as a co-owner to the deed of her valuable home in New York City. Starting in the year 2001, my older brother (one of my mother's executors) became very unkind to me and drove a wedge between my mother and me. My mother regularly passed on his gossip to my aunt. It developed into an ugly situation and all my nieces and nephews and their spouses entered the nastiness. Then my aunt's lawyer notified me that she wanted me to sign legal papers that would remove my name from the house deed. I replied that I wanted to $40,000 in order to do so. At the time I was desperate for a down payment for a new apartment so that I could move from my present condominium (I'm still stuck here, although in a more resigned state of mind). I would have repaid the $40,000 as soon as I sold this apartment. Of course I was not paid the money, and I feel certain that some NY legal action was taken which removed my name from the property deed, although I was not notified of such an action. No relative has spoken to me since then. My mother and her sister had only each other as family members and they enjoyed an exceptionally close relationship all their lives. My mother's behaviour became vitriolic when I would not sign the property transfer. I am not in the least surprized that she disinherited me. Kxxxxxx X. Xxxxxx wrote my mother's will. However, I do want returned to me four items which were at my mother's home. It's difficult to explain to a stranger, but my mother treated me as though I were an irresponsible child all my life (I will soon be XX years old, and I am a retired Registered Clinical Counsellor). She thought those items were valuable, so she would not allow me to keep them at my home. We argued about it at least once a year when I visited her in Xxxxxxxx. I don't know the value of those items, but they are important to me because they represent a happy time when my father, my younger brother, and my uncle were all alive and we were a relatively functional family. I have done some internet research, and I realize that I can ask a lawyer to file an exception to the inventory in probate court. However, I have no faith that those items will appear on a will inventory. Before my mother died in March, I received a letter from an insurance company informing me that I was the named insured on a thousand dollar policy which my parents had purchased when I was baby. I knew immediately that my mother must be seriously sick and that other people were going through her private papers and belongings, which she never would have allowed if she were well. Then on March 21st, my son and only child (also estranged because of this hateful business) left a curt message on my answering machine that my mother had died on March 19th. My nieces may now be sporting my jewelry, and the items may not be inventoried in probate court. If so, do I have any legal recourse? Or, what if my mother didn't list my jewelry in an inventory and verbally told some persons that my items were theirs after she died? I wrote to Xxxx Rxxxxxx first because I hoped that she could prevail upon my family to act in a civilized manner, but I suspect that Xxxx may not reply to me. My letter to Xxxx is below. I had previously written to Xxxxxxxxxx County Probate Court for information about my mother's will - that reply is below, too. Thank you for your time and attention to this matter. I hope that you can help me. Sincerely, xxxxx ______________________________ May 23, 2009 Dear Rxxx, Attached are two letters - one from me to the Xxxxxxxxxx County Probate Court, and a reply from the deputy clerk of the court. The letters are self-explanatory. I would like the four items mentioned in my letter to the court because they belong to me. As well, they represent a time when my father, my younger brother, and my uncle were alive - a time before family members betrayed me. The little trunk and it's contents may have been discarded. However, I'm sure the three pieces of jewelry were not. Here's a more detailed description of the four items I request: When I was going away to university, my uncle, Pxxxx Xxxxxxx, gave me a ring (four horizontal diamonds in square settings on a white gold band). He bought it used in a private sale and there were no papers for it, but it is a lovely ring with good stones. I wore it everyday as a student. But when I was getting married and going to Europe on a six-month honeymoon, my mother said she would keep the ring safe for me. When I returned, my mother would not give me the ring back and began to wear it herself. My mother said I'd have to wait until she died to get my ring back. You have seen it many times. Then there are the natural baroque pearls which my mother inherited from my father's parents. They are too irregular and too small to be very valuable. When I graduated from high school, my parents gave the pearls to me. I wore them regularly, and then once when my mother visited me at U.Conn, she opened my jewelry box, took the pearls and put them in her purse, and she said they weren't safe at school. I didn't see them again until the day I got married, when once more my parents gave me the pearls. Of course, my mother kept them safe while my husband and I went to Europe, but then on our return she continued to say that she would keep them in her safety deposit box. She always referred to them as "your pearls" or "Xxxxxxx's pearls" but she simply would not allow me to take them home. Third there is a sapphire ring which my paternal grandmother gave to me when I was a baby (it's my birthstone). The ring had belonged to my grandmother's great-aunt Zeppapina. It's a solitaire with a small deep stone in a high spiral setting. All my life, my mother kept the ring safe for me and never once let me wear it. Fourth, there's a little antique ladies trunk, c.1875, which my uncle Pxxxx also gave to me. It's too small for clothes and probably was meant for gloves, handkerchiefs, jewelry, etc. I last saw it in 2002 in my mother's family room closet, and it was filled with personal letters I had received while I was a student. I request that the executors of my mother's will send these items to me. If that is done, I will have no further interest in the will. I will wait to hear from you before taking further action. I do appreciate, Rxxx, all the care and attention that you, especially, and your entire family lavished on my mother since my father's death. I hope that all of you are well and happy, and I send my best wishes to everyone. Thank you. Sincerely, xxxxxx __________________________________ |
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| Entrapment in stores & by bldg repair crews & by email |
[May. 30th, 2009|05:30 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, May 30, 2009 5:26 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Entrapment in stores & by bldg repair crews & by email This past week was jam-packed with police action. There's a sense of urgency in their entrapment attempts which I expect to continue and to even increase in number and frequency. Last Sunday I discovered that there were metal signs in front of this building prohibiting parking during the weekday from May 21st through the 27th. My car was on the street, but hadn't been towed, which means that no work at been done on the 21st or the 22nd. I moved my car across the street. Bxxxx Xxxxxxxxx from 10x came out in lulling mode. He pretended to think that they were city signs, but I noticed that they were only in front of this building. On Monday (after a night of incredible noxious inhalant and ridiculous noise from the apartment above from 6 am), when I went out, there was no activity on the street and no work on this building, but a huge construction-type refuse container which one sees at demolition sites was parked at our driveway. I wondered if our property fence or the patio fences were going to be removed, but I know my neighbors won't repair the patio fences until after, they hope, I disappear at police hands so that they can remove my patio. Whatever large repair work needed that container and those signs is being held in abeyance while police try entrapment plot after entrapment plot against me. I drove up Fxxxxx Street to the peanut store (for my squirrel friend) and I went to the dollar store there. Then I drove across to Xxxx Street and went to the Xxxxxxsave drug store around xxth Avenue. I couldn't find the face powder I was looking for and I asked an employee if there were any more in stock. She inquired of a woman who was hanging around as though she were management. I suspected that she was a policewoman or in the employ of police. That second woman attached herself to me and began a twenty minute conversation. At first it was about make-up and mildly amusing, but when she started to complain about her Goth daughter's face paint to me (police think I will bond with anyone who has been disappointed by her children), I began to shrug my shoulders and she eventually went away. Does the RCMP really expect that I will tell some stranger that I am being abused by the police so that the stranger can phone authorities to report that she is worried about my mental health? Then on Monday, I drove down Xxxx Street, stopped at the Xxxxx Pet Food Store, and went to XXX Xxxxxxplxxx. I had only been in the supermarket for a few minutes when a man tried to start an argument with me. It was a heavy handed and stupid attempt and I just smiled and moved on. That evening and night there was stupifying noxious inhalant once again. On Tuesday, the Cxxxxxxx Restorations work crew showed up at 7:30 am and make incredible noise - all of it either at the back door on one side of my apartment, or on Xxxxx-Next-Door's patio on the other side. They kept the infernal racket up until 3:30 pm. Wearing a backwards baseball cap and opaque sun glasses, Sock habitually struts around the backyard shouting and flown with insolence. While that was going on, I continued with my normal life and read my internet newspapers, although at noon I had to go out to ask Sock to turn down the deafening radio. When they were leaving, I heard Sock boasting about how quickly they had repaired the area at the back door. I've never told you, when they took down the scaffolding around the building last February after seven unnecessary months, that the Cxxxxxxx Restorations crew dented in (hugely) the roof of my car as it was parked on the street. Tuesday I received two emails each of which raised an "unspecified security risk" flag on my computer. I didn't click on either one, but I let Outlook Express preview them and then I deleted both of them. The first was from someone at Axxxx Property Management who was forwarding my email of May 23rd to Sxxx Xxxxxx and had copied me. What nonsense. Because Axxxx has recently moved their office two blocks in the downtown core, did police expect me to believe that our Axxxx representative, Sxxx Xxxxx, now has a different email address? I know better than to open any email from Axxxx, that tool of corrupt police agencies. The second security-risk email was from Kxxxx Xxxxxx of Xxxxxxxx Xxxxxx Kitten Rescue Association. The subject line was an email I had sent XXKRA about six months ago, and obviously she had clicked on the "reply" command. I read it, but didn't open it, and I certainly didn't click reply, but sent her a new email answering her questions about stray cats in the lot next door where the Victorian house burned down. I know better than to open XXKRA emails, as well. If I had opened either of those security-risk emails, or clicked the reply command, what would have happened? I suspect that my computer would have sent out threatening emails, supposedly from me, to several people who would have immediately requested police protection. On Tuesday, after the Cxxxxxxx workers left, I sat out on the patio reading. Around 6 pm, Jxxxx (a little guy with a big voice meant to be authoritative) from the apartment above mine came out on the balcony to make a phone call for the first time ever. He was talking to a Patrick about "renting-to-own" and assuring him that "we" keep the monthly payments low, and that he, Patrick, would have two years to complete the sale. Were the police kidding? I can just imagine how well things would go for me if I asked Jxxxx, police amanuensis, to arrange a new place for me to live. Wednesday morning at 7:30 am, Sock and the Cxxxxxxx crew were here again, louder and more raucous than before if that's possible. But then they seemed to peter away in midmorning, and I realized that there were two other guys out there who were real workers. Unfortunately, the two were using a jackhammer and a grinder. They didn't chat, they didn't have long cell phone conversations, they didn't stop work to rest, but just kept removing the lower concrete on Xxxxx-Next-Door's south facing and east facing walls. Obviously they were going to install a new membrane in the walls. Was the work really necessary, or was the awful noise just for me? Who knows. Then, because of the jackhammer vibration, my always precarious kitchen stove hood fell completely, the little mesh cover over the fan flew behind the range, and the hood hung by the light cord. I propped it up with a piece of wood and a small wooden tea box. I looked and there were no Cxxxxxxx workers around, so I went onto the patio and waved at the jackhammer guy until I had his attention. He came over, took off his mask and earplugs, and seemed very concerned when I told him what had happened. He and his co-worker immediately came around to the front door of my apartment and rehung the hood. It took both of them juggling and lifting it together, and first they had to change one of the bent screws. They were very pleasant young men, and said that they were subcontractors. I couldn't tell if Sock had filled them in about me and the RCMP and local police. When the subcontractor guys finished on Xxxxx-Next-Door's patio, they moved to the area around the back door (on the other side of my patio) and removed whatever work Sock and the Cxxxxxxx crew had done the previous day. It was the same as in the morning, breaking up the concrete close to the ground. They worked until 5:30. During all that noise, vibration, and scratchy dust on Wednesday, I received two more chatty emails from Kxxxx at XXKRA asking for more information about the feral cats. Both raised security risk flags, and Outlook Express refused to preview one of them. I deleted them both, but I wrote new dopey emails to Kxxxx about the cats and told her that I can't speak for my neighbors and that she has to deal with Bxxxxxx Xxxxxx, not me, and I gave her Bxxxxxx's phone number. (Remember that they tried to entrap me together last Halloween after the fire next door?) Friday Sock and the Cxxxxxxx Restorations crew were here very early again. I think the two sub-contractor guys came later (they had said that they were simultaneously working on another job). Once again the noise in my apartment was shattering. In the afternoon, the Cxxxxxxx workers just seemed to be hanging around kibutzing (one of them had a truck in the backlane booming out rap in which every word seemed to some variation of fuck) and they all left as usual around 3 pm. What sensible person would ever hire these people? No wonder most of their contracts are with government agencies. The two subcontractor men stayed and worked. Unexpectedly, Sock and two Cxxxxxxx men returned. On Friday afternoon? I was immediately suspicious. Then, as I was sitting at my computer, and they were next to my bedroom window, there was a verbal exchange in which one of the subcontractor guys threatened Sock with "I'll knock your fucking head off". It didn't ring true, though. The subcontractors then left, and Sock and two bozos stayed around until 5:30 doing nothing but making useless noise. Today one of the subcontractor guys showed up around 8 am and was working quietly next to my patio near the back door. Come on, on Saturday? Did police expect me to befriend him because he had fixed my stove hood and had threatened Sock? After a couple of hours, I said out loud to the surveillance person, "Let the poor guy go home. I'm not going to talk to him." He left about 10 am. On both Thursday and Friday evenings around 8:30 pm, my apartment was filled with a strong odor of solvant or sealant for three or four hours. It made my eyes and nose sting, and caused poor Louie-Louie to vomit both nights. I investigated and the smell was not in the lobby nor in the back yard, but it was only in my apartment and on my patio. Trixie and Siamese Mike wisely took off, but Louie sticks to me like glue. Sealant is used, of course, in repairing the building membrane, but all workers had been gone for at least three, and closer to four hours, before the odor started. Perhaps it was supposed to make me stupid. As well, the usual noxious inhalants have been terrible all week. In the strata council minutes I wrote about last time, there was something else notable. There was an item that the cleaning lady has been remiss in her duties and would be informed of dissatisfaction. But I notice that the rollers of dust under my apartment door from the hall fan just outside it are much less this week. Blaming the cleaning lady is another cover-up. She always vacuums and cleans well, and she has absolutely no control over police emptying vacuum cleaner bags of dust into the fan duct. The big question is, why did police lower the dust torture? I keep forgetting to tell you that the provincial chief judge, who had his office legal counsel write me, out of the blue, that obnoxious letter, died in his mid-fifties. I just reread Barbara Tuchman's A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous Fourteenth Century. When I read it when it first came out, I was shocked by the brutality, dissolution, treachery, lust, violence, sadism, and corruption of the people of that age. Reading it this time around, I just thought nothing changes. The rise of capitalism and "modern man" simply caused us, for our own benefit, to dissimulate those traits and to pretend to be civilized. People of any era are disgusting. And the proof of that for me is the fact that everyone the police contacted - the powerful, the weak, professionals, former clients, government bigwigs, politicians, staff of watchdog agencies, family, friends, neighbors, former employees - the list goes on and on and encompasses every walk of life -were and are eager to help police to abuse me and to try to deprive me of my civil liberties, my human rights, and even my liberty. However, I know that the world (excluding people) is beautiful; that plants and animals are wonderful; and that the seas and forests are lovely. The glory and splendor of the world are all around me, especially when I meditate. And every day I feel fortunate to be alive. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| Email to Etal: Letter from Probate Court; Letter to co-executor of mother's will; Email to Property |
[May. 23rd, 2009|05:36 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2009 5:25 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Letter from Probate Court; Letter to co-executor of mother's will; Email to Property Mgr. What can I tell you? This past week was more of the same - absolutely stifling and sick-making inhalant all the time. The weather has been lovely, but when I try to sit on my patio, someone comes out on the balcony above, drags metal cans around, and then I start to sneeze, to cough, and to get a headache. Police think that if they make me feel unwell and then annoy me, that I can be drawn into an argument with one of my neighbors. Not so. Someone above me continues to stamp around from 5 or 6 am, and there have been attempts to annoy me in the backyard by the Xx's in 30x, Cxxxx XxXxxxxx from 20x, and some young blonde man. I received the letter from the probate court this week and it was what I expected. However, it did point out that my brother has a co-executor of my mother's will - Rxxx, the woman who was so kind to her. I emailed Rxxx, but she has blacklisted me, so I will send my letter to her by regular mail. It is below. Yesterday, Friday, police made a real attempt to wear me down and to make me act unwisely. There was extra noise from 20x above starting at 5:30 am - the hateful kind like jumping up and down. Then yelling by the same 20x person in the backyard at 8 am with Mr. Xx from 30x. At 9:15 am, I took a cup of coffee and sat by the bedroom window as I usually do and prepared to meditate. Immediately there were two men shouting in Punjabi or Hindi in the backyard and measuring my patio fence. (That's the fourth time police have used the measuring-the-fence ploy.) They walked around and measured, and shouted and walked around some more, and kept coming back to my window. I never looked at them. So then they took turns leaning over the fence and peering in at me. Eventually I had to get up and close the curtains in the living room and the bedroom. The inhalant in the apartment was so suffocating all day that I decided it was better to sit sneezing and headachey on the patio. Let me remind you that Xxxxx-Next-Door is seldom home, day or night, and it's almost as though he doesn't live there anymore. But Friday he was home all day with his sliding door open. He was sitting just inside the door. The fence between my patio and his next door one has a big hole in it with four boards missing. I have tried to repair it, but the boards are rotted away at the ends and there is no way to reattach them. My cats, Louie-Louie and Siamese Mike, walk through the hole and sun themselves on Xxxxx-Next-Door's patio because the large tree near the back door shades my patio for most of the afternoon. Since he's never home, I suspect that the cats think of it as part of their patio. Louie and Mike both come in the apartment to use a litter box, and neither digs in plants. Trixie sleeps on my patio at night, but most of the day she is at the vacant lot next door. I continue to feed Trixie and The Brown Cat (he shows up once a day at dinner time) as the cat rescue people who spayed and neutered them asked me to do. However, the feral cats (I think there are seven of them at least, and three look pregnant) wander at will on the patios and in the backyard. I often wonder why Xxxxx-Next-Door doesn't fix the hole in the fence between our patios, and why he doesn't repair the hole on the other side of his fence which allows stray cats, raccoons, skunks, etc., to enter his patio from the backyard. He has tools and pieces of lumber. I worry about coyotes, which are occasionally seen in the neighborhood, coming onto my patio through the broken fences and killing one of my cats. Anyway, as I sat on the patio Friday, everytime Louie or Mike tried to lie in the sun on Xxxxx-Next-Door's patio, he would chase them home nastily through the hole in the fence. He just sat there all day like some kind of evil guardian. I know that police hoped that I would respond to his meanness, but I chose to ignore the situation and to go on reading until 7:30 pm when I went into the apartment. Police will not succeed in drawing me into an argument even when I have a headache and feel awful. So what will the RCMP and local police do to me this coming week besides inundate me with noxious inhalant? I have much shopping to do, I still haven't been to Canadian Tire, and I want to buy summer clothes. What kind of entrapment plots will I encounter in the community? Will police have their henchpersons return to hitting me and pushing me into freezers in an attempt to force me to react negatively? Will my car be sabotaged? Will I have an accident? I received the minutes for the April 30th condominium council meeting in the mail. They contained this gem: "Correspondence was received on numerous occasions from an Owner who would like to receive copies of a variety of documents including but not limitied to contracts and engineering reports. The Property Manager advises that all Owners have the right to make a request for documents in accordance with Secion 36 of the Strata Property Act and the regulations. The Property Manager has advised the author accordingly." [underlining is mine] Who is the "author"? Does that refer to me? The property manager has never contacted me at all about anything, and has ignored my repeated requests for tenders, bids, invoices, and related documents. Did this paragraph appear in the minutes as a cover-up for the property manager because people expected that police would have made me disappear by now? Therefore I have sent the following email.
__________________________ ----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx Cc: (copied to 3 council members) Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2009 2:37 PM Subject: Request for tenders, bids, and invoices for VX - 000 Dear Sxxx Xxxxx: I notice in the April 30th strata council minutes of XX - 000 that you have advised the council "that all owners have the right to make a request for documents in accordance with Section 36 of the Strata Property Act and the regulations". However, you have never replied to any of my numerous request for documents. Certainly you have never advised me that this was my right. Therefore, once again I ask you to send me, by Canada Post, copies of all of the tenders, bids, original invoices, and any other related documents concerning VX -000 for the entire year of 2008 and for the first four months of 2009. Thank you, xxxxx ________________________ ( This email to Rxxx about the will was returned as undeliverable. She must have blacklisted me. I will send it by regular mail.) ----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2009 2:15 PM Subject: Gxxxxx's will me. . Dear Rxxx, Attached are two letters - one from me to the xxxxx County Probate Court, and a reply from the deputy clerk of the court. The letters are self-explanatory. I would like the four items mentioned in my letter to the court because they belong to me. As well, they represent a time when my father, my brother, and my uncle were alive - a time before family members betrayed me. The little trunk and it's contents may have been discarded. However, I'm sure the three pieces of jewelry were not. Here's a more detailed description of the four items I request: When I was going away to university, my uncle, Pxxxx Xxxxxxx, gave me a ring (four horizontal diamonds in square settings on a white gold band). He bought it used in a private sale and there were no papers for it, but it is a lovely ring with good stones. I wore it everyday as a student. But when I was getting married and going to Europe on a six-month honeymoon, my mother said she would keep the ring safe for me. When I returned, my mother would not give me the ring back and began to wear it herself. My mother said I'd have to wait until she died to get my ring back. Then there are the natural baroque pearls which my mother inherited from my father's parents. They are too irregular and too small to be very valuable. When I graduated from high school, my parents gave the pearls to me. I wore them regularly, and then once when my mother visited me at U.Conn, she opened my jewelry box, took the pearls and put them in her purse, and she said they weren't safe at school. I didn't see them again until the day I got married, when once more my parents gave me the pearls. Of course, my mother kept them safe while my husband and I went to Europe, but then on our return she continued to say that she would keep them in her safety deposit box. She always referred to them as "your pearls" or "Xxxxxxx's pearls" but she simply would not allow me to take them home. Third there is a sapphire ring which my paternal grandmother gave to me when I was a baby (it's my birthstone). The ring had belonged to my grandmother's great-aunt Zeppapina. It's a solitaire with a small deep stone in a high spiral setting. All my life, my mother kept the ring safe for me and never once let me wear it. Fourth, there's a little antique ladies trunk, c.1875, which my uncle Pxxxx also gave to me. It's too small for clothes and probably was meant for gloves, handkerchiefs, jewelry, etc. I last saw it in 2002 in my mother's family room closet, and it was filled with personal letters I had received while I was a student. I request that the executors of my mother's will send these items to me. If that is done, I will have no further interest in the will. I will wait to hear from you before taking further action. I do appreciate, Rxxx, all the care and attention that you, especially, and your entire family lavished on my mother since my father's death. I hope that all of you are well and happy, and I send my best wishes to everyone. Thank you. Sincerely, xxxxx __________________________ April 29, 2009 Ms. Rxx X. Xxxx Probate Court of xxxxxx County 205 Xxxxxx Street xxxxxxxxxxx,xxxxxxxxx By facsimile: xxx-xxx-xxxx; xxx-xxx-xxxx Re: Case number 2009 ES xxxxx - Will of Gxxxxx X. Xx Xxxx Dear Ms. Rxx: I have received a “Waiver of Notice of Probate of Will” in the mail from my brother, Xxxxxx Xx Xxxx. I shall not sign the waiver. Is there an attorney involved in the case? Many items belonging to me were at the residence of my mother, the deceased. I would like my brother to send at least four major articles to me. If he does not, I shall contest the will. The four crucial items are: a diamond ring given to me by my uncle, Pxxxxx Xxxxxxx; a family pearl necklace my parents gave me for high school graduation; a family ring (my birthstone) given to me by my paternal grandmother; and a small antique trunk, c. 1875, which was also a gift to me from Pxxxx Xxxxxxx. Starting in the year 2000, my brother became very unkind to me. As a consequence of this spiralling situation, by 2005 the entire family was estranged from me. I do not wish to have contact with my brother now, so I hope that you can provide me with the name of his attorney. If there is no lawyer associated with this case, is it appropriate and possible for you to forward my concerns to my brother? Thank you for your time and attention to this matter. I apologize for bothering you. Yours truly, xxxxx ____________________________ Xxxxxxxxxxxxx COUNTY COURT OF COMMON PLEAS PROBATE-JUVENILE DIVISION Courthouse, Xxxxxxxx, Xxx . Phone xxx-xxx-xxxx. Fax xxx-xxx-xxx TXXXXXX X. XXXXXXXX JUDGE
May 5, 2009
Dear Ms. Xxxxx:
In response to your letter dated April 29, you will need to contact the co-executors directly for information regarding this estate. At this time no attorney is representing the co-executors in administering the estate. Their addresses are as follows: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx [my brother] , or Rxxx X. Xxxxxxx, 000 Xxxxxxxx Road, Xxxxxxxxx, XX 00000.
If you are not satisfied with the way the estate is being administered, you may want to contact an attorney for legal advice. The Court cannot give you legal advice.
Sincerely,
Pxxxxxxx Xxxxxxx
Deputy Clerk _________________________ Please save my email. Wish me luck. |
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| Origin of chemical-type inhalant; Why I am in this situation |
[May. 16th, 2009|02:18 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, May 16, 2009 2:11 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Origin of chemical-smelling inhalant
Last night I noticed that the noxious inhalant which has an insecticide-type odor was stronger in my apartment's little entry . I searched for its origin and found it. There is a small coat closet (I use it as a broom closet) at a right angle to the apartment door. There are only about nine inches between the bottom corner of one door and the bottom corner of the other door. The closet has an open slatted door. Gale force winds from the unnecessarily strong hall fan immediately outside my apartment blow in and around my apartment door and drive air throughout the suite. I removed everything from the broom closet and I saw a crack in the inlaid linoleum in the corner nearest to the apartment's front door. Closer investigation revealed a small hole drilled through the floor in that corner, and the insecticide smell was coming from that opening on a strong current of air, as though driven by a fan. Then the draft from the hall van was blowing the noxious inhalant through the entry and into the entire apartment. The hole in the corner of the closet floor is only the diameter of a drill bit, but I stuffed it with pieces of paper towel as best I could. When I go to Canadian Tire, I will buy chaulking and fill the hole. There are four small locked building-operations rooms in the basement. One of them is directly below my broom closet. I haven't smelled the insecticide-type noxious inhalant today (although other types are present). I assume, as soon as I found the point of entry for that particular type, that the RCMP removed any basement evidence of their administering that noxious substance to me. Now, all of the morally bankrupt, ethically challenged people who know what is being done to me will pretend that they don't believe what I have written here. (When I post this email in malcanada's LiveJournal, I will include, for any new journal readers, my letter to the mayor of this city which explains how I came to be the object of criminal police abuse.) ____________________ Dear malcanada journal reader: I think it's once again time to explain to any new malcanada readers how I came to be in this situation. I was a city employee when police began to abuse me. City police later solicited the assistance of the RCMP. Now RCMP and local police are simply engaged in a cover-up, and they must destroy any credibility I might have left in order to protect themselves and the city. Below is a letter to the mayor of this city. It explains in detail how it all started. There was no reply. Mayor xxx xxxxxxxx March 27, 2007 City Hall, xxxx xxxx xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxx, xxxxxxx By facsimile: xxx - xxx - xxxx Dear Mayor xxxxxxxx: The City of xxxxxx and the xxxxxxx Police Department have caused me eight years of grief. I ask you, as xxxxxxx Mayor and as chair of the xxxxxx Police Board, to end police harassment against me and to redress the situation. Recently I noticed an item in “The Downtown xxxxxxx Enquirer” internet newsletter which prompted me to write to you. The excerpt which follows deals with my employment as Director of xxxxx Centre and with my firing by the City. News and opinions from the Downtown xxxxxx The City can’t fire Director xxxxx xxxxx and she knows it. They terminated a previous xxxxxxx Director, xxxxxx xxxxxx. (She seemed competent enough, actually, but there are a lot of politics around xxxxxx, not to mention the fact that she and her ex-husband who wields influence at xxxxxx weren’t exactly on an extended honeymoon, and she had made the mistake of speaking up about a sexual harassment issue.) She sued the City and the settlement was hush hush. The City doesn’t want another pay- through-the-nose settlement with xxxxx. Like the advice, tinged with misogyny, that divorce lawyers give: “It’s cheaper to keep her.” Saturday, December 02, 2006 7:45:29 PM It's interesting to see what the community thinks happened. Here’s the real story . While I was employed as Director of xxxxxx Centre by the City of xxxxxxx from 1997 to 1999, my ex-husband, xxx xxxxx, and his partner, xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx, controlled this urban core, special community centre through a community organization, and indeed had done since it opened. For some reason, the powers at City Hall have thought that they needed xxx xxxxx and xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx to keep in line the poorest neighbourhood in Canada population who use the facility. xxx xxxx and xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx initially wanted me to be director there because they mistakenly thought I would be their creature and take orders only from them. Because my social views were not greatly divergent from theirs, I did not anticipate a problem in dealing with them. At first I did not realize that their efforts were not about providing excellent services for the community and furthering democratic ideals there, but rather were directed toward maintaining their personal control of the centre. I was serious about doing a good job, and my manager, the Director of Community Services (he reported only to the City Manager), had plans about improving the centre and cleaning up the drug crime on the corner where the centre sits. Although I tried to please the volunteer community board through which xxx xxxxx and xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx exerted their control, I took my orders from my boss at the City. I was appalled when I started to realize the state of affairs at the centre, and I shared everything with my boss. Some of the finances were uncontrolled, there was obvious theft, a drug addict who hadn't been to work for months was on the payroll, people were coming to work late and under the influence of alcohol, and the community board encouraged community centre member/users to see the employees (who were union members) as their servants who needed to be kept in their place. As a former union business agent, this last horrified me. I knew that the only way to improve the operations of the centre was to give both users and staff the respect due them and to foster a symbiotic relationship between the two groups. There was a core group of dedicated, effective, and conscientious City workers at the centre who were badly treated, made to work unnecessary weekends and holidays, and were subjected to badgering and questioning by the centre users as well as frequent visits from xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx [ex-husband's partner], who asked them their personal business and "counselled" them. I made myself unpopular with the volunteer community board by instituting two or three staff meetings a year (with breakfast) which meant the centre was closed for a few hours first thing in the morning. I sent employees to courses, spent time with them, gave them City minutes of meetings, etc. I tried to give the staff a sense of their own worth and to empower them, (most of them were very good workers) but it was uphill all the way. xxxxx Centre was the most dysfunctional work environment I've ever known, and the city employees' union seemed to be dysfunctional, too. Physical working conditions for the staff were largely unpleasant and unproductive. When the City installed air conditioning on the third floor of the centre at my request (on one of my first days at work, the temperature in third floor offices was 35' Celsius) I was vilified for being undemocratic and for not leaving decisions about the building up to the community people who use it. When I wanted to create a satellite program in xxxxxx Park, I was accused of being undemocratic because the suggestion had not come from centre user-members. When I had a small office installed for staff members, I was accused of being undemocratic and only worrying about staff who were paid too much and were making their livings “on the backs of the people”. The community association newsletter began to attack me in print. Eventually xxx xxxxx and xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx stopped speaking to me. Through all this, I was in constant touch with my boss who came to meet with me at the centre regularly. I carried out his instructions. I never took any initiative of my own without discussing it with him, and obtaining his permission. He was glad to have, for the first time, an active director at the centre. He had plans for his department, and for himself, too (during this time he applied for the job of City Manager and lost to the current incumbent). Whenever asked by anyone, I made a point of saying that I liked my job and I liked my boss. By the way, the director of xxxxx Community Centre is now paid $40,000 more per year than I earned. Perhaps the City had to raise the salary in order to get qualified people to apply. In the past it had been extraordinarily difficult to fill the position. At some point, xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx [ex-husband's partner] began to phone my boss and to demand that he fire me. He told me about the calls and said that he was polite and refused. Then she became angrier. After a phone call during which she shouted at him and hung up on him, she began to phone the City Manager to ask that I be removed from the position. I know that she lobbied other people for my termination, too, and that she had other people call the City Manager. In January, 1999, there was a meeting with my boss, me, and representatives from the centre’s community association, chiefly, xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx. The following week I was accused by xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx of giving the minutes of that meeting to another community association which she viewed as a rival. On February 1, 1999, the xxxxxxxx Police illegally placed me under camera and audio surveillance in my home, and under telephone and computer surveillance at my office. I understand that Inspector (as he was then) xxxx xxxxx was instrumental in this undertaking. Were they hoping to catch me conspiring with some other neighbourhood group so they could entrap me and fire me? The arrogance of their actions and their contempt for the law are staggering. My boss unwisely told the group of managers who worked for him and met with him regularly about the surveillance. Two of them told me. I waited a while, put up with it, and thought that the problem would blow over and that the surveillance would be removed. I intended to stay at the City while I looked for another job. Then one day my boss repeated to his other managers a comment I made during a phone conversation with a friend, but he took it out of context and made it embarrassing for me. Of course people told me. I used my community centre office phone to call his City Hall office voicemail - I told him that I knew about the surveillance and that I was angry that he was repeating my illegally taped, private conversations to his managers, and I demanded that the taps be removed from my phone. I knew that the City Manager would also hear my message. My boss was fired that day, about six weeks previous to my dismissal by the City, and he was not even allowed to remove his personal belongings from his office. His employment was terminated after 24 years because he told other people about the police surveillance placed upon me. However, some source in the City put it about among his managers that he was fired because I had accused him of sexual harassment. No one ever mentioned this to me, but some members of his team treated me as though I were invisible from that day on. Now here again is a suggestion of my complaining about sexual harassment in the little newsletter blurb above. Even if he had been so accused, presumably someone would have talked to me, there would have been a proper process, and he would not have been removed in that manner. There is a weird aspect to all this, though. My boss was quite taken with me - my energy, my competence, my ability to see through the foolishness; and I happened along at a time when he was determined to make changes in the centre. He always sat next to me at meetings, even those at City Hall (I was required to take part in various neighbourhood and City departmental groups) and a few times he bumped me with his knee under the table, etc., and he generally paid too much attention to me. He was not a scary man, and I'm not afraid of mashers and I can take care of myself, and I elected to ignore it. However, I was worried that xxx xxxxx and xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx would be the recipients of gossip about me if someone noticed. It's too bad really - in a healthy employment environment my boss and I could have forged a proper work partnership that would have made needed changes and would have helped the poor people of the urban core. I never told anyone that there was anything untoward in my boss' actions. Really there wasn't much, and I was only worried about the perceptions of people who didn't wish me well in any case. But I did tell my physician of seven years, Dr. Bxxxxx, about it once I realized that I had been placed under police surveillance. He made notes in my patient history which he showed me on the computer screen in his office, but that entry was later deleted when my medical records were revised by police. After I was fired by the City, I told my son and his girlfriend about it (they lived in Rhode Island), and I then repeated the information to the lawyers who represented me in an unlawful dismissal suit. During the suit, my former City boss testified at an examination for discovery on my behalf. [As part of his testimony he said that he had not known how old I was and that I look "many, many years younger than my age".] My lawyer had arranged his appearance, as we had had no contact since the day of his dismissal. Within a week of his testimony, he left Canada for a position in the xxxxxxxxx, and I understand that he is now employed in the United States. The City of xxxxxxxxxx delayed my firing for six weeks after my boss’ termination. During that interval, xxxxxxxxx Police were doing something awful to me that I didn't know about at the time. While I still worked for the City, while the surveillance was underway, the police began to interview people in my life and to destroy my reputation. They went to people who had known me through the years and had worked for me at Provincial Court, where I created and for 17 years managed a project to assist mentally disordered offenders, and they concocted stories about me. Police said that I was a liar and that I might unfairly accuse my boss of sexual harassment (this means that they were already talking to my doctor at that time and looking at my medical records). xxxxxxxx Police prompted three or four of my disaffected former employees who had lost a union grievance against me to put forth a disgusting story that I had told similar lies about one of the judges (a man the police don't like). Later, after my employment had been terminated, xxxxxxxxxx Police further destroyed my reputation by lying and telling people that I was unhinged by the firing and that I was a danger to those I thought had betrayed me. My ex-husband was particularly terrified of me during this period of time. As well as civic employees facing possible criminal charges for the illegal surveillance, the City must have really been afraid that I would sue and receive a "pay-through-the nose settlement" as the newsletter writer above describes it. After I had been fired, the police contacted every lawyer I phoned asking for help. No one would take the case at first although many lawyers owed me favours from court. Finally, a man who did accept it charged me three thousand dollars and then refused to continue. My second lawyer would agree only to negotiate a kind of blameless settlement using the usual schedule of amounts generally payable when a manager is fired. Thanks to information he had received from xxxxxxxx Police, his last lawyer seemed genuinely amazed at my examination for discovery that I was an excellent witness and not some raving, sex-crazed maniac. The newsletter article above is wrong about the size of the suit settlement, of course. Because I was such a fine witness on my own behalf, I did receive a good settlement in terms of the amounts usually paid. But I had been employed by the City for less than two years and it was not a huge settlement. And of course, it did not take into account any of the dreadful things that the City had done to me. The City kept me working six weeks after my boss had been fired simply so police would have time to destroy my reputation and prevent me from being able to find a lawyer who would believe in my cause and then launch a truly profitable law suit. Then to add to injury and criminal activity, xxxxxxxx Police denounced me to the RCMP and to an American security agency. Local police prompted the same former disaffected employees who had a failed union grievance against me to claim that I had disclosed information to them that indicated that I am a security risk to the United States. There is not an iota of truth in that, and the suggestion is mind-boggling to me. American government agents have been dealing with my highly conservative nuclear and extended family in the U.S. with the result that I am now estranged from all my relatives. I hold dual citizenship in both Canada and the United States, but it is no longer safe for me to travel south of the border. In August, 2004, I wrote a submission for the Office of the Information and Privacy Commissioner of xxxxxxxxxxx about the horrible effects of FISA and the Patriot Act on my life, and that brief is now a matter of public record if you wish to read it. But the Americans only entered into my life because xxxxxxxxx Police invited them to do so through a tissue of lies. The RCMP became involved in my affairs because an American security agency is interested in me. But because the flimsy information about me from xxxxxxxxxx Police is so lacking in credibility, it’s clear that neither the Americans nor the RCMP believe that there is any basis for persecuting me - and it is a persecution. I am faced with a trio of police agencies in two nations doing unholy favours for each other by ruining my life and by trying to remove me from Canada so that I can never testify against xxxxxxxx Police or other civic employees. Initially after my dismissal by the City, I tried to find other employment, but City police or the RCMP interfered in each and every interaction I had with a prospective employer. When I applied for a Canadian census manager position, I was actually given a different test than the other applicants. By the time my unlawful dismissal suit was settled, I had re-worked my financial situation so that I could afford to retire. I bought a condominium apartment and I tried to retire to a quiet life of extensive reading, patio gardening, cooking, painting, and pet-keeping. But that was not to be. (By the way, the City withheld my settlement for months in the hope that my apartment purchase would fall through - see my letter to Mayor xxxxxxx xxxx in City files.) Further, my complaint to the Police Complaint Commissioner was dismissed. xxxxxxxx Police and the RCMP have been inciting my condominium neighbours to help to criminally entrap me, or at least to drive me out of my apartment, for more than five years and I have been defrauded of thousands of dollars (complaints have been lodged with both the Financial Institutions Commission and the Real Estate Council of xxxxxx). My medical treatment has been interfered with and compromised to the point that I woke up on a respirator in hospital. My life history has been rewritten. I have been isolated and alienated from my family and former friends. When I took a bridge course, both the instructor and one of the students were enrolled by police in a plan to criminally entrap me. A friend of my youth, who had been enlisted to try to compromise me through an email correspondence, told me on the phone in a fit of remorse that I am breathing substances in my own apartment which are designed to make me sick. My two cats were poisoned, one of them died, and the second cat’s veterinary care was interfered with by police. When I attempted to join a church, after a visit there from police, an eucharistic minister I had never seen before chased me up the aisle and tried to pry a communion wafer out of my mouth. The short preceding paragraph is just a sampling of the harassment and abuse which has been visited upon me. It would be a monumental task to list and describe the eight years of misery to which I have been subjected by xxxxxxxx Police or at the request of xxxxxxxx Police. It has been truly awful. Every aspect of my life has been destroyed. It has always been my intention to enjoy a quiet retirement. I would like to move out of xxxxxxx into the xxxxx Valley, but I know that xxxxxxxxxx Police and the RCMP will interfere with the sale of this apartment and the purchase of another, so for the present I am stuck here. So that’s my story. An unfortunate aspect is that it is still ongoing. xxxxxxxxxx Police continue to work at having me removed to the U.S., where I no longer have any ties, and to prevent me from returning to Canada. Some day police may make me disappear, never again to see my apartment, my pets, or my belongings of a lifetime. I have spent my life performing social service work with ample good results. Can I be so easily deleted by runaway police agencies? I do not seek notoriety. So many people have been contacted by xxxxxxxx Police about me and are aware of what has been done to me by xxxxxxxx Police, that it’s impossible that this affair can remain a secret forever. However, I am essentially a private person, and I don’t relish the idea of a public scandal, though I do fear that my reticence has made me an easier target for police agencies. I write to you, Mr. Mayor, to ask you to instruct xxxxxxxx Police to remove themselves immediately from every aspect of my life. Further, I request that you communicate with the RCMP on my behalf and inform that police agency that the City of xxxxxxxx no longer requires that I be removed from Canada. There is a moral imperative implicit in my situation and in my requests, Mr. xxxxxxxx. After such a plethora of bad actions toward me by the City of xxxxxxxx, it is time that someone takes a principled and correct stance in this matter. You, as Mayor of xxxxxxxx, can do the right thing. Yours truly, xxxxx Cc: Two City Councillors; a criminal lawyer QC who is on the Police Board |
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| More (& new) noxious inhalant so that less obvious public traps will succeed |
[May. 14th, 2009|06:06 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Thursday, May 14, 2009 6:01 PM Subject: Email to Etal: More (& new) noxious inhalant so that less obvious public traps will succeed
This is a time of maximum danger for me because Monday is a holiday and it's a long weekend. The RCMP and local police always try to entrap me when the courts, public buildings, and lawyers' offices will be closed for several days. The better to make me disappear by transporting me to the U.S. or by certifying me mentally ill (could they do both?). But events have been weird all week. On Sunday, Lxxx Xxxxxx tried to provoke me in the lobby. On Monday, someone in the apartment above mine starting pounding around at 5:45 am and actually was jumping up and down directly over my head. The deafening noise went on until 9:30. I discovered on Monday afternoon that XXX Xxxxxxplxxx #xx on Xxxx Street is once again helping the police. As soon as I entered the store, I realized that staff there were much too aware of me. Also, a woman with a briefcase who was supposedly checking prices on the shelves (those people are usually incredibly polite) followed me around and three times ran to get ahead of me, and then stood in the middle of the aisle, blocking my cart, and forcing me to wait for her to move. I thought she was trying to make me irritable. At the checkout, there was only one lane open (usually a sign of police antics) and several people were waiting. I decided to be cautious. The service lane where people buy cigarettes, return bottles, etc., is also a checkout and it was empty, so I went there. Immediately, the young man who was bagging groceries at the crowded lane, switched to mine and abandoned all those waiting people. I had noticed him because he reminds me of Sock from Cxxxxxxx Restorations - beefy, too loud, talks too much, and is perpetually trying to get people to notice him. The loud guy and my young male cashier began a silly conversation about not getting enough sleep the previous night while they repeatedly glanced at me furtively and smirked at each other. I pretended to ignore them. Finally, the cashier looked in my face and asked me, "What time did you get up?". Was the person standing behind me one of my neighbors? (I don't recognize most of them.) Did police think that I would complain to those two boys about the people upstairs waking me up at 5:45 with unnecessary noise? Did police expect me to be involved in an argument with a neighbor in the grocery store? Are they nuts? I replied that my cat was sick and that I was awake on and off from 3 am (more about that later). Police public efforts lately are trivial, and at least they have stopped having people hit me, shove me, or push me into freezers using their bodies. Police are now employing more noxious inhalant in the hope that I will be easier to entrap with less strenuous and less obvious methods. Tuesday and Wednesday I wanted to go to Canadian Tire, but on the first day there was so much noxious inhalant in the apartment that I felt too sick to go out. I think on the second day I would have forced myself to get out into the fresh air but the building was so absolutely silent and creepy, and Xxxxx-next-door was lurking in his apartment all day instead of going to work, that I thought something bad was probably awaiting me in the lobby. I have always paid attention to the people and events, as well as the sounds and odors, around me. (I think that's why in a lifetime of working with "people at risk", I was only once struck by a client - and that was a police set-up which I will write about in future.) I know what this building, its sounds, and neighbor's routines are like normally, and it is completely silent only when police have curtailed activities. My inner alarm bells go off when things change. Yesterday Xxxxx was trying not to make any noise in this silent building, not to run the water loudly, nor to allow me to hear his television, etc., but I knew he was in there. Indeed, at 6 pm he finally emerged on his patio to water some plants and then flushed the toilet and created normal noise. Today it was more of the same. Xxxxx-Next-Door left, but the cleaning lady's usual arrival time is 9:30 am. Today she didn't get here until 1 pm when it was clear that I was not going out for the mail. (I've told you before that police try to keep uninvolved people away when there is an entrapment attempt looming.) The unnecessary noise directly above my head started at 7 am, but there was no normal activity in the building. I never did hear the letter carrier, but he could have come while I was showering. Anyway, on the day police most favor for entrapment, the Thursday before a long weekend, I am behaving with an abundance of caution and staying in my apartment and on my patio. The crushing noxious inhalant, which is exceedingly heavy lately, is composed of several types, and the RCMP mixes and matches them. There's the substance that turns my skin bright red and raises my pulse and blood pressure. Occasionally something is released in the inhalant which causes discomfort in my shoulder and chest. One ingredient makes my large muscles hurt. Another causes severe allergy symptoms which I have never experienced before, and they don't respond to drugstore medications. As I write this, my eyes are so swollen that I look like a frog and my palate is distended enough that I worry it will dislodge my bridgework. I have had allergy tests and I am not allergic to any pollen or plants, and normally my condition is much the same all year round as I react moderately to certain molds and mildly to dust. (And the hall fan continually drives rollers of dust under and around my door.) And now, over the last three weeks or so, there's a new noxious inhalant. It actually has a very faint chemical odor, almost like insecticide. It appears at different times of the day or night, several times in 24 hours, and there is no pattern. I asked Bxxxxxx Xxxxxx during our last patio encounter if there is any change in the routine of our exterminator, but she replied that he stills sprays the halls once a month as he has done for many years. My bronchia feel wet when this newest stuff is present and after a short while I have some difficulty breathing. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be in the air for very long at one time. Is it designed to dissolve my lungs? Who knows. I think that the RCMP are capable of anything. It was Siamese Mike who was sick in the wee hours of Monday morning. He woke me crying and I realized that the "insecticide" inhalant was stifling. I got up and he vomited. We sat together for a while by the open bedroom window, and after he seemed calmer, I opened a can of tuna and gave him the tuna water. I was afraid that he might have been poisoned out on the patio, but the next day he seemed better. I guess there was just too much noxious inhalant for the poor guy. Monday is Victoria Day, the unofficial start of Canadian summer. The sun sets at 8:45 pm now, but it is chilly at night and many days have showers. The daytime temperature is mostly in the 50's and 60's F. May is a lovely month here. I will be very careful over this long weekend. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| Email to Etal: Registered letter; RCMP using inhalant rather than entrapment |
[May. 9th, 2009|04:08 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, May 09, 2009 4:03 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Registered letter; RCMP using inhalant rather than entrapment
This morning I was awakened at 2 am by a racket on my patio. There was incessant loud screaming almost like the caw of a crow along with constant bumping against my plant containers. I thought a stray cat might be attacking Trixie, but when I shone my flashlight out the door, there were two skunks biting, wrestling, and rolling in a tangle all over the patio. Trixie was nowhere to be seen. I put my arm out the door and waved the light on them until they eventually stopped. I've occasionally seen a skunk at twilight, and in the hottest parts of past summers a skunk has come to drink from the cats' water bowl, but I had no idea that Pepe Le Pew could make a sound like that. And why were they fighting on my patio? Today is a lovely day, and the past week's weather has been a mixture of showers and sunshine. I went out into the community shopping and looking around for make-up that satisfies me. It's been nice, and I've had plenty of sunny patio time. There were no entrapment attempts by police of which I am aware, but I know that I can never let down my guard. The noxious inhalant continues at such a staggering level that I suspect that the RCMP's focus is now on making me sick. I meditate daily and try to fight off symptoms. If the RCMP causes my hospitalization, or even my death, don't for a minute believe that it was due to natural causes. On both last Sunday and Monday, a woman hung around my patio fence forever pretending to garden, but when I later examined the spot I could see no changes. I don't know whether that was lulling or an attempt to annoy me. This morning, when I saw how sunny and warm it is, I went out to turn my plants so that they'll grow evenly. Bxxxxxx Xxxxxx was immediately at my fence. I made pleasant dopey small talk with her about the plants and cats and skunks. I was also hiding my dead plants - among others, that beautiful fuchsia rhododendron (I realize that I usually misspell that word, but today I caught myself) is gone! Anyway, I wondered if Bxxxxxx Xxxxxx was sent out to see if I'm angry enough about my neighbours killing my plants that I would fight with her. This week there was a notice in my mail that there is a registered letter waiting at the drugstore post office counter in Kxxxxxxxx Mall where there have been so many vicious entrapment attempts and where the security people follow and harass me. I've already written you that I won't pick up any registered mail there. I thought that the letter was likely from my brother and concerned my lack of response to the probate waiver he sent me, although it seemed much too soon for him to take that second step. On the chance that my letter of April 29th to probate court was answered by registered mail, I sent the following email: ----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx Sent: Wednesday, May 06, 2009 2:05 PM Subject: Case # 2009 ES 00xxx; To Rxx Xxxx
Dear Ms. Xxxx: I faxed you the letter below on April 29th. However, in it I neglected to ask you to reply to me by ordinary mail. I have to pick up registered mail, or other special varieties, at the post office and it is difficult for me to go there. If you reply by email, please place your message in the body of the email. My computer does not open attachments. Thanks very much. xxxxx The next day I received the following email from the Ohio probate court. ----- Original Message ----- From: Pxx Xxxxxxx To: xxxxxxx xxxxx Sent: Thursday, May 07, 2009 7:35 AM Subject: RE: Case # 2009 ES 00xxx; To Rxx Xxxx
Dear Ms. Xxxxx:
A letter in response to your letter was mailed to you on May 6, 2009, by regular mail.
Sincerely, Pxx Xxxxxxx Deputy Clerk Please notice that a reply was mailed to me only after they received my follow-up email. Is that a coincidence? Or was the registered letter from probate court? The writer doesn't say. Who knows? In any case, nothing hinges on it. By the way, I expect that the letter from the court will tell me that they can not help me, that if I don't wish to have contact with my brother, then I must engage the services of a lawyer. Tuesday evenings, I've been watching the most wonderful history of New York City on educational television. It was made by Ric Burns, brother of Ken Burns who did the Civil War series. I missed the first week because the advertising on the channel didn't tempt me. This past week was a three hour segment on the World Trade Center. The film wasn't all made at the same time. Five episodes were filmed in 1999; numbers 6 and 7 were filmed in 2001; and the 8th was made in 2003. The talking heads are eminent but attractive historians, social critics, architects, etc., and newspaper people like Mike Hammel. The best episodes concerned La Guardia and the legacy of Robert Moses. I also loved a series on that channel entitled the "History of Britain" and I was sorry when it was over. The weather forecast for tomorrow is iffy, but I will make a special dinner. I always treat myself well on Mother's Day because I was such an excellent mother. I have oysters, olives, special cheese, kiwis, strawberries, pastry, and other foods I love. The trailing yellow flowers on the laburnum trees on our east property line and across the lane are just starting to blossom. Usually they are in full bloom by Mother's Day, but this past winter was harsh and all the plants are late. The cherry trees are losing their blossoms, and in some places it seems almost like snow. The world is very beautiful. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| Email to Etal: Change of police tactics; Prerequisite for moving |
[May. 2nd, 2009|04:52 pm] |
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----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, May 02, 2009 4:34 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Change of police tactics; Prerequisite for moving Today is overcast and there is a forecast of rain, but it's been a lovely week - warm and sunny. I spent a fair bit of time sitting in the sun and reading on the patio. I've been taking my rocking chair out there. I also went shopping and doing errands such as going to the bank. No one bothered me if you discount the liquid which is poured on my patio every morning before I get up. I wonder if the fact that no other resident on the sunny south side of the building used his/her balcony or patio, nor even kept the sliding door open, is due to the presence of that fluid on my patio. I suspect that all RCMP efforts to abuse and entrap me are now being concentrated on making me sick, but I persevere and daily meditation allows me to mostly ignore symptoms. On Wednesday I emailed you a copy of my letter to the probate court concerning my mother's will. Today I will post it in malcanada's LiveJournal along with this email. I have to consider that my brother mailed me that waiver form along with his sticky note saying, "If you wish, you may sign this and return it to me", as provocation. But I have no intention of acting angrily or unwisely, nor even of contacting him directly. As a matter of fact, I'm not angry. I knew what to expect from my family, but I will insist that my belongings be returned to me. Every tree and plant in the backyard and lane burst into leaf this past week. The sun sets here at 8:30 pm now, and everything is very lovely. The streets are lined with flowering cherry trees. I have coaxed my large fuchsia rhododendrum with special care, but it has given up the ghost and died. The three remaining cedar trees are hanging on, but look scruffy. The magnolia tree, the English laurel, and the white mountain laurel are still healthy, but for how long? The mountain laurel is covered in many large buds, and some have started to bloom. The rose bush is hardy and is making a come-back. My patio garden is down to ten container plants, about one third of what it was. Did my neighbours really think they could drive me out of the building by pouring weed killer on my plants? Without a down payment for another condominium apartment in the suburbs, there is no place for me to go. I can't become a renter somewhere else because police will bring their poison to any landlord and I will wind up homeless. (Anyway, rent for a one bedroom apartment would be at least three times the cost of my current mortgage payment.) Given what happened when it was time to renew my mortgage after the first five years here (residential mortgages in Canada are almost all five year term), I know that it is not safe for me to apply for a bridge mortgage and to try to simultaneously sell this place and to buy another apartment. The RCMP would insure that this suite was sold, the sale of the new residence would break down, and I would become homeless. I have to buy another apartment and move into it before I sell this one. If that's not possible, then I will just have to stay here, no matter what police do to me, until I can save enough for a large down payment. (In order to keep mortgage payments low, I need a 30 - 40% downpayment). But I have no idea how long that will take. And I would love to escape from this unpleasantness. Louie-Louie and Siamese Mike are here with me in the bedroom now. Every day they come to help me when I use the computer. I keep an imitation tiger skin with a realistic head (it was Chuck's) on the bed and they lie on it alternatively dozing and watching me. They are afraid of any neighbour who comes into the back yard. The instant they hear or see someone, they dash into the apartment and hide under the sofa or up on top of the kitchen cabinets. I don't know if anyone else has been mean to them, but they were both captured in XXKRA's traps and Mike was kept for more than a week. Another Solicitor General has been forced to resign in this province. Politics are appalling. I can't find any politician who I think is an ethical person. I guess an ethical politician is an oxymoron. It's interesting that the U.S. stockmarket is moving up while unemployment is increasing so drastically, but the stockmarket doesn't necessarily cause or prevent depressions. My Manulife Financial stock is on the rise - the value had been down to $2,000 from a high of $10,000. I still believe that Obama is not doing enough to help create jobs and to prevent people from losing their homes. He needs to start building infrastructure and to directly employ people. Propping up huge banks doesn't help working people. And I think that GM should go into structured bankruptcy as well as Chrysler. The effects of the worldwide recession have not been felt fully in the U.S., and things will likely get worse. I'm going to cook now. I always have a lot of groceries and I eat a balanced diet rich in fruit and vegetables, but unfortunately I like goodies too. So tonight I will saute' fish with vegetables and bake a cake. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| Letter to Probate Court |
[May. 2nd, 2009|04:45 pm] |
Ms. Rxx X. Xxxx Probate Court of Xxxxxxx County, Ohio By facsimile: xxx-xxx-xxxx Re: Case number 2009 ES 00xxx - Will of Gxxxxx Xxxxxxx Xxxxxxx Dear Ms. Xxxx: I have received a “Waiver of Notice of Probate of Will” in the mail from my brother, Xxxxxx Xxxxxxx. I shall not sign the waiver. Is there an attorney involved in the case? Many items belonging to me were at the residence of my mother, the deceased. I would like my brother to send at least four major articles to me. If he does not, I shall contest the will. The four crucial items are: a diamond ring given to me by my uncle, Pxxxx Xxxxxxx; a family pearl necklace my parents gave me for high school graduation; a family ring (my birthstone) given to me by my paternal grandmother; and a small antique trunk, c. 1875, which was also a gift to me from Pxxxx Xxxxxxx. Starting in the year 2000, my brother became very unkind to me. As a consequence of this spiralling situation, by 2005 the entire family was estranged from me. I do not wish to have contact with my brother now, so I hope that you can provide me with the name of his attorney. If there is no lawyer associated with this case, is it appropriate and possible for you to forward my concerns to my brother? Thank you for your time and attention to this matter. I apologize for bothering you. Yours truly, xxxxxxx |
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| Email to Etal: Contesting a will?; More of the same abuse |
[Apr. 26th, 2009|05:53 pm] |
----- Original Message ----- From:xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Sunday, April 26, 2009 5:48 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Contesting a will?; More of the same abuse On Friday I received an envelope addressed with my brother's printing in the post. It contained an Ohio "Waiver of Notice of Probate of Will" form with a sticky note on which had been written, " If you so desire you can sign this and return it to me." The cover sheet of the form stated that my mother's estate had been admitted to probate court, and that: "You are receiving this notice as: [and then a box was checked] A person who would be entitled to inherit from the decedent had the decedent died intestate". I don't expect to inherit any money from family members since we became estranged when my family assisted police agencies to ruin my life and to try to criminally entrap me. But I am not signing any waivers. And if my brother does not return items of my property which were at my mother's home, I shall contest the will. I think that the only person who deserves to profit from my mother's estate is Rxxx Xxxxxxx, daughter of friends of my parents, who has been my mother's helpmate, with the patience of a saint, since my father died in 1990. If I could have afforded it, I would have sent Rxxx a cheque every month, although I knew that she was not doing it for money. In fact I have left her a small bequest in my own will, and I have done the same for two other women here in Canada, because they are good people. I'm sure though, that as well as my brother, my other brother's widow, and all my eight nieces and nephews will be there with their hands out. I can just picture them scavaging through my mother's belongings. They are a dreadful bunch. But let me tell you about my items at my mother's residence. To understand this, you have to realize that my mother considered me a marginal person because I didn't live in suburban tract housing and spend my life buying stuff. She thought I was some sort of lefty-nut because I wanted to help people. She maintained the fiction that my jobs were menial, my apartments substandard, my finances ruinous, that I could not be trusted with anything valuable, that I was sloppy, dirty, and disorganized, that I was a "loose woman" (because I once introduced my parents to a boyfriend), that I was a bad mother because I lacked a husband, and that "I had nothing" (her ultimate insult). None of that was true, of course, but her fictions about my life probably explain why the RCMP have used the tactics they did, and why they thought that I could be forced out of my condo by charging me for non-existent repairs. As well, given the attitudes of both my mother and my brother, the RCMP could be certain that my family would not try to protect me or to assist me. (Let me add here that during my entire life, I flew across the country and spent all my vacation time from work every year visiting my parents, and then visiting my mother alone after my father died.) Anyway, down to my things. When I was going away to university, my uncle, Pxxxx Xxxxxxx, gave me a ring (four horizontal diamonds in square settings on a white gold band). He bought it used in a private sale and there were no papers for it, but it is a lovely ring with good stones. I wore it everyday as a student. But when I was getting married and going to Europe on a six-month honeymoon, my mother said she would keep the ring safe for me. When I returned, my mother would not give me the ring back and began to wear it herself. For years, my aunt, Exxxxxxxx Xxxxxxx, and I had a running joke about my mother stealing my ring. My mother said I'd have to wait until she died to get my ring back. I want it back now. Then there are the natural baroque pearls which my mother inherited from my father's parents. The pearls were originally opera length, were divided up for the three daughters-in-law, and they are too irregular and too small to be very valuable. When I graduated from high school, my parents gave the pearls to me. I wore them regularly, and then once when my mother visited me at U.Conn, she opened my jewelry box, took the pearls and put them in her purse, and she said they weren't safe at school. I didn't see them again until the day I got married, when once more my parents gave me the pearls. Of course, my mother "kept them safe" while we went to Europe, but then on our return she continued to say that she would keep them in her safety deposit box. She always referred to them as "your pearls" or "Xxxxxxx's pearls" but she simply would not allow me to take them home. Third, there is a sapphire ring which my paternal grandmother gave to me when I was a baby (it's my birthstone). The ring had belonged to my grandmother's great-aunt Zeppapina. It's a solitaire with a small deep stone in a high twisted setting. All my life, my mother kept the ring safe for me and never once let me wear it. Fourth, there's a small antique ladies trunk, c.1875, which my uncle Pxxxx also gave to me. It's too small for clothes and probably was meant for gloves, handkerchiefs, jewelry, etc. I last saw it in 2002 in my mother's family room closet, and it was filled with personal letters I had received while I was a student. Alongside it was a plastic bag of diaries I had written from the age of eleven to fourteen. There's a lot of other things which belong to me at my mother's, but it's conceivable that she threw them into the rubbish when I stopped speaking to her. For example, she kept my wedding gown. There were oil paintings and sketches I did. My married home movies and kodachrome slides were stored in her basement. I would like the photographs taken in my childhood if they haven't been thrown out. She kept decorative plates I brought back from Greece. She had a porcelain, white with gold edging, statuette of the Virgin Mary which my father had bought for me. She even kept my U.Conn mug and a brandy snifter favor from a fraternity formal. In a bottle, there was a small piece of charred wood from the west wall of the officers' barracks from the 1757 ferocious Indian attack when the British surrendered Fort William Henry. I expect all the peripheral stuff in the last paragraph is gone. But I know that the two rings, the pearls, and probably the little trunk are still out there. And if my brother doesn't send them to me, I'm going to contest my mother's will. Perhaps the police made me sick on Monday, April 20th, because they got carried away while trying to set me up for an entrapment attempt that day in the community. On Tuesday, the 21st, they did it all again, but more moderately, before I went out. Once again, someone had let air out of one of my tires. I decided that I had to be careful, and I gave the Pxxxxxxxxx drugstore and Txxxx pet food store a miss. I always feel at risk in that little drugstore. On Friday, they did it once more, and then there was a strange attachment in my email from BNY Mellon which handles my Manulife stock. I deleted it without opening it. Yesterday in the late afternoon, Cxxxx XxXxxxxx from 20x, came and stood at my fence and pretended to be raking and fiddling with plants. Louie-Louie immediately told me that someone was there, and even Trixie came onto the door mat and began to meow at me. Cxxxx stood out there for ages and I just went on reading in the living room. It was warm and sunny, and both the sliding door and the bedroom window were open. Then at 5:30, Bxxxxxx Xxxxxxx showed up and they began a screeching conversation at my bedroom window. You would not believe how loud those women were and how they filled my entire apartment with their babbling and cackling. I know that I was suppose to respond to them, but I just went on reading until they gave up at 6:10 pm. It would be stupid to allow my neighbours (especially those two who are always used by police) to draw me into a conversation so that they could say that I was nasty or threatening. I notice that several boards have been removed from the property fence visible from the front of the building and that boards have been taken from Bxxxxxx Xxxxxx's patio facing the street. Why? The removed boards were not rotten or broken. Are they pretending that I am not the only owner who is inconvenienced by the condition of the patio fences? I have received emails in which the subject line is xxx'ed out the way I xxx proper nouns in my journal. I don't recognize the sender, and I delete them unopened. My computer still tries to run scans on both C and D drives as soon as I turn it on, and updates try to download although the update feature is turned off. Once Siamese Mike started to hunt, Trixie stopped bringing wounded and dead birds and rodents to the door. I guess they were intended to show him what he should be eating, though Trixie eats cat food too. If they are catching any poor little animals now, they are not carrying them into the apartment. Louie and Mike, and even Trixie, spend most of their time sunning themselves on the patio. The weather has been nice, and the forecast for the coming week is good. I'll go out several times this week, although I don't really need groceries or necessities. I'm looking forward to May - I always think that it is the most beautiful month. My mountain laurel is starting to bloom, although the fuchsia rhododendrum is dying and will not have flowers. I suspect that the RCMP and local police will not opt for letting me go. The noxious inhalant continues in killing amounts. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| Email to Etal: Sticks & Stones, Pins & Needles |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|10:25 am] |
----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Monday, April 20, 2009 10:18 AM Subject: Email to Etal: Sticks & Stones, Pins & Needles
It's been a week of mixed sun and clouds with temperatures still below normal for April. The sun sets around 8:10 pm in this latitude now. Everything is rapidly turning green and I can watch the trees in the lane burgeoning day by day. I didn't go out into the community this week and there were no overt attempts to entrap me, although I spent a fair bit of time on the patio. On both Tuesday and Wednesday there was a person I recognize as a policewoman lurking in the backyard. On Tuesday afternoon, and then all day Wednesday, someone was on the 30x balcony (above and beside my patio) continually using a power drill on metal. What metal object could possibly require a day and a half of screeching non-stop drilling? Friday was interesting. Someone in the apartment above mine woke me at 6:45 jumping and creaking directly over my sleeping head and kept it up until 9:15. The "Portuguese" contractor I have written about was around shouting at 8 am. My phone began to ring with hang-ups. Oxxx Xxxxxxx and a woman had a shouted conversation at my bedroom window. And the heavy noxious inhalant which had been present all week, now had an itchy hives component added to it. There was continuous hammering on my bathroom walls all day and for several more days. Saturday was more of the same foolishness. Both days I expected pounding on my door to tell me that there was a leak somewhere and that my apartment walls had to be torn out to look for it, or some other similar persecution. Police think that if they can make me irritable (they can't), I will argue and fight with my neighbours and allow myself to be evicted. Sunday morning both Sxxxx Xxxx and Xxxxx-Next-Door were lurking at my patio fence as soon as I opened the curtains so I didn't go out to fill the cats' water bowl as I usually do first thing in my bathrobe. And through all of the noise and bother, day after day, the noxious inhalant, now with itchy hives added, continues to bombard me. (By the way, I'm not allergic to any kind of pollen - just some molds and mildly to dust.) I'm actually becoming accustomed to this level of poisoning. Perhaps police are waiting for me to be lying on the sofa with ice on my head suffering from a migraine headache before they make their next attempt to entrap me. Perhaps they are waiting for the inhalant to eventually make me sick and cause hospitalization, thus placing me into their clutches. Or perhaps police plan to try entrapment in the community when I go out on Tuesday and Wednesday and all the annoyance at home is merely a prelude. The cat who walks around crying in the backyard is a timid, teen-age, black male. I have seen two pregnant female cats around, too. One is a black cat, the other is solid charcoal gray with a brownish tinge and looks like a sister to The Brown Cat. She and The Brown Cat are both oriental, have the same shaped head and bright green eyes. I wonder if someone in the neighbourhood is raising oriental cats to sell and simply abandons those who don't have the desired saleable characteristics. Don't forget that Siamese Mike obviously had an oriental father. I was surprised to find, in my mother's obituary, that her father was identified as George Greer Xxxxx. My parents drew up a family chart for a grammar school project was son was assigned and there was no middle name listed for her father. My maternal grandmother's family bible has been lost (there was only her Book of Common Prayer left at my aunt's house) so we are missing details. My mother's father's name was George Xxxxx and his mother's name was Augusta Xxxxx but we don't know her birth name. I have looked at nineteenth century New Jersey census records and there are a number of both Georges and Augustas. It's impossible to sort them out without checking all the related birth, marriage, and death certificates. However, when one googles either George or Augusta Xxxxx, a New York Times obituary pops up for Augusta (Fannie E.) Xxxxx of Cranford (just west of Elizabeth, N.J.) who died in May, 1918, and was the widow of George Greer Xxxxx. It is, of course, possible that both my mother's father and grandfather had the same first and middle names. History has been my great interest and my mother and I always talked about family history. The only reason I question the inclusion of Greer as a middle name is that Fannie E. Xxxxx was an activist for women to acquire the vote. I can't imagine that my mother never told me that her paternal grandmother was a suffragette. Some day, when this nonsense with the RCMP and local police is finally over, I will pay to join Ancestry.com or a similar search company and properly research my family. ________________ I wrote the letter above yesterday but I held on to it in case something unpleasant was done to me last evening or this morning. I intended to mail it late this afternoon. Starting at 4:30 this morning, someone was hoofing and creaking directly over my head for five hours. At the same time, the noxious inhalant has become sickening. I am bright red, nauseated, reluctant to stand up, suffering from a severe headache, and I have new broken capillaries on my cheeks. Rather than saving this letter until dinner time, I think I'd better email and post it in malcanada's journal now in case I become too sick to do so later today. The noxious inhalant has increased since I've been sitting here at the computer. No matter what the RCMP and Xxxxxxxx Police do to me, I will not give up. They are ultimately either going to have to kill me or let me go. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| Email to Etal: Good Friday entrapment; Torture by noxious inhalant |
[Apr. 13th, 2009|12:42 pm] |
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----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Monday, April 13, 2009 12:28 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Good Friday entrapment; torture by noxious inhalant I hope that you all had a happy Easter. I cooked a wonderful dinner. It was a rainy cold day here but CBC radio broadcast some very nice music, and I relaxed and enjoyed myself. I washed the windows for Easter, but some raccoon immediately put his/her hand prints all over the sliding door. Both Good Friday and Easter Monday are statutory holidays in Canada so this is the longest weekend of the year. I have been particularly careful because police always try to entrap me on holiday weekends. And indeed, they made an attempt to get me here at home on Good Friday. I planned to go out on Monday, April 6th, but there was so much noxious inhalant overnight from Sunday, and then filling the apartment again on Monday, that I felt too sick to make the effort. Clearly police expected me to venture into the community because they started deafening noise above me from 7 am. Then from 9am, there was hammering against my walls all day. The cleaning lady and the mail arrived very late. This constellation of events by police and neighbours is habitually used to make me irritable before I go out on days when police have some trap ready in the stores or the community. Monday evening something changed. The inhalant was present but not so suffocating. There was only normal noise. I thought police modified their behaviour so that I would go out the next day, but who knows. The red-skin, elevated B/P & pulse inhalant continued though, especially overnight during the week. I decided that I would go out on Tuesday and Wednesday no matter what, and I did so. I grocery shopped on those two days and bought cosmetics (I avoided the large drug stores where there have been so many unpleasant happenings), new underwear and socks. I did errands such as going to the bank, and I went to Sxxxxxxx Plaza Animal Clinic and bought Revolution flea drops before the cats' flea season starts. I even bought a new Shark canister vacuum (how long will that last against mysterious power surges?) My car was alright, and no one bothered me in the stores, although there was the usual cop-type person holding two items behind me in long cash register lines when he/she could have been in an express lane. It was a productive week for me, and I even did my income tax on Thursday and Friday (it's due April 30th). But things changed again on Thursday, and the building became creepy and silent. The amount of noxious inhalant in the apartment during the day time increased. Thursday before a long weekend is the police favourite day for entrapment attempts. It seemed as though the building was totally empty. After lunch I went out to sweep up the fallen magnolia blossoms and to clean the patio, and former cop Cxxxxx came out into the back yard smiling and tried to catch my eye. I hadn't seen him since I last wrote about him in the back yard (a year ago?) and I wondered if he still lived here. I didn't look at him. How could police think that Cxxxxx could lull me? I decided that I would not go into the lobby for the mail that day. Thursday evening, then overnight, and again on Friday, the noxious inhalant increased greatly. I was treated to loud noise above me from early in the morning. I noticed that there were also some sounds coming from the bathroom of 20x where Cxxxx XxXxxxxx, council member, lives. Her apartment is one floor above mine, but we share a bathroom wall. On the previous Monday I did think that she had a new bath tub installed. Friday it didn't sound like plumbing or repair work, but consisted of a few desultory taps with a hammer every ten or fifteen minutes. I grew suspicious and filled two large plastic cat litter containers with water. (Did police think I was going to water my plants?) Then I meditated and puttered around until lunch time in my nightgown and caftan while the unconvincing noises from 20x continued. As soon as I went into the bathroom to take a shower, my water was turned off. Police must have been impatient waiting for me. Did they really think that I would go up to Cxxxx's apartment in my nightgown? Did they expect me to be so angry from the inhalant and the annoyances visited upon me that I would say something nasty? I suspect that it wouldn't matter what I said or how I said it, Cxxxx and who ever else was up there would swear that I was crazy and threatening and I would be hauled away by police in my nightgown. So I decided that I would take a bath instead of a shower and I filled the bathtub from the two water containers. The kitchen water taps still worked, so I took hot water from there and added it to the tub. Let me point out here that there is no way for anyone in Cxxxx's on the second floor to turn off my bathroom water. Each apartment has its own valves. If the water for the entire building had been turned off, there would not have been water in my kitchen. So some one had purposely turned off just my bathroom water. I decided to ignore the situation until dinner time. I was just about to get into the bath when Cxxxx knocked on my door. Their entrapment plot didn't work so they were going to cover it up. I didn't open the door but I asked who was there. She said, "This is the owner from 20x". (That's interesting - my neighbours have stopped using their names, even in meeting minutes.) She went on to say that there was a plumber in her apartment and the water would be back on soon. She apologized. I said, "That's okay", and she ran up the stairs. I took a bath and carried on normally, and the water was back on in about a half hour. But then the noxious inhalant on Friday evening, overnight, and again on Saturday was back to suffocating. It occurred to me that police were trying to cause a stroke or heart attack. I'm sure they are confident that if I am ever hospitalized that they can do whatever they want to me. This week I received minutes of the "informal" strata council meeting of March 26th. That's because I wrote you that there are no minutes issued at informal meetings. The building's gas meter will be replaced by Xxxxxxx Gas on Tuesday, April 14th (can that some how impinge on me?). The minutes contain the same foolish list of supposed repairs-to-be-done that I've already sent you. There are items about the building committee chairperson without mentioning his name (is it Xxxxx-Next-Door?). The council has never announced who the officers are this year or who chairs the committees. I placed a note on the lobby bulletin board asking the council to post the names of officers (I know Sxxxx Xxxx is again president) and of chairpersons, but of course it has been ignored. There is a peculiar item in the minutes that one of the strata council members owes the strata corporation money and that he has been asked to resign. Another owner has been asked to join the council in his place and has accepted. Who are these people? There are no names in the minutes. Did these council megalomaniacs ever hear of elections? The final interesting item in the minutes concerned Axxxx Property Management. Axxxx's Sxxx Xxxxx will be attending fewer meetings here because Axxxx is expanding its portfolio to include the management of more downtown hotels. Further pay-off to Axxxx from the City of Xxxxxxxx. The city and the province are cost-sharing the creation of new "social housing" (ancient small hotels). Really what they are doing is sweeping the ever-growing underclass from the downtown streets and warehousing them in hotels so that the city will look good to visitors. There has never been any political will here to house the truly poor, and what little is done ghettoizes them. These are people with multiple problems. Many of my clients at court had quadruple or quintuple diagnoses (mental illness, brain damage, drug addiction, chronic or acute serious physical illness, retardation, personality disorder, OBS, etc.). Two homeless people died on the street this winter, and there is an amazing number of people who simply live nowhere and carry their belongings with them. It's truly a disgrace, and politicians at all levels should be ashamed to show their faces. I finished "A Man in Full" and I liked it better ten years later. Tom Wolfe (he did it in "Bonfire of the Vanities" too) has his protagonist eschew his former life in the denouement, although it does not ring true But Wolfe's writing on social class and political life is very good. His politicians are particularly disgusting, but his books are full of interesting facts, funny, and so well-written they are not downers. Do you know that he writes in long hand? I last emailed you on Saturday, April 4th, but on the following Monday my incoming email contained an error message, so I resent the email to you that day. I have much difficulty sending my email, e.g., my telephone line disconnects, or the page closes, I notice that a virus scan has not happened which means the email did not go out, or sometimes I receive an error message that the email could not be sent. I resend in any of those eventualities, and I apologize if any of you are receiving duplicate messages from me. This morning the noise and annoyances started over my head at 6 am. The noxious inhalant was overwhelming all night and today, and some liquid is being dumped on my patio from above as well. I have forced myself to write this letter to you, but I feel terrible and I can no longer stay upright, and I have to lie down now. It's a nice day and I'm sorry to stay indoors. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| EmailToEtal: Morally bankrupt persons of power & influence |
[Apr. 4th, 2009|02:58 pm] |
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----- Original Message ----- From: xxxxx To: The Etal Group Sent: Saturday, April 04, 2009 2:48 PM Subject: Email to Etal: Morally bankrupt persons of power and influence
Perhaps I touched a police nerve in my email of March 28th to you because the noxious inhalant was raised to an astounding amount.
By the way, I forgot to mention last time, that on the first occasion I took my old (now dead) cat to Xxxxx Veterinary Clinic, despite a visit from police while I was kept waiting, the vet there treated Chuck with antibiotics and cured him. Almost immediately that clinic, as leader of Indo-Canadian vets in the city, had problems with the Veterinary Association which were just settled this week. Another coincidence? (Later, though, I was treated just as badly at Xxxxx as at any other place where I have tried to seek help or service.) The day after I last wrote you, the noxious inhalant caused me to become so sick that I couldn't even shower or dress or turn on my computer. Early on Tuesday morning I had a nightmare that I was staying in a hotel and someone had come into my room and was smothering me with a pillow. I woke to realize that I was merely gasping for breath because of the noxious inhalant. I don't have much to report this week because, thanks to police efforts, I haven't felt well enough to go out, although once I knew what to expect, I was better able to cope with it. My neighbours have left me alone and not bothered me, but we'll see what happens tonight and tomorrow. The hall fan is blowing rollers of dust around and under my apartment door - perhaps a vacuum cleaner bag is periodically emptied into the duct. My new refrigerator continues to make peculiar noises. I will go out this week, though I expect the worst from Xxxxxxxx Police and the RCMP. I want to get special food for the Easter weekend, and I would like to buy myself some article of clothing. The top of my morning star magnolia tree is in full bloom, but the all the rest of the branches have been broken off by the Cxxxxxxx Restorations workers who unnecessarily kept my patio under scaffolding for seven months while they attempted to entrap me by being obnoxious. Of course, Axxxx Property Management has not provided me any of the documents I have repeatedly requested. My ISP, Uxxxxxxx, sent me an email this week saying that on April 14th, they will charge $187.49 to my American Express card, which number they have on file. I have reservations about the truth of that. I think if police can seize me before then, that my ISP will not renew my membership. I will pay that amount on the Uxxxxxxx website, and then email the accounts department not to charge me a second time. Now that it's spring, I would like to hire a carpet cleaning company as well as someone to thoroughly clean my apartment, but I know that would be unwise. Anyone I allow into my home will have previously been instructed by police to help them entrap me. I'm still reading "A Man in Full" by Wolfe. I have a collection of handpainted Easter eggs which I got out and arranged in a basket to brighten up the living room. Every day I read the New York Times and the Xxxxxxxx Sun, and sometimes other newspapers, online. I wish I liked and trusted Obama more. But perhaps I am just generalizing my feelings about Canadian politicians, who have helped the RCMP to abrogate my rights, to U.S. politicians. All of those morally bankrupt persons of power and influence who pretend not to know what the RCMP and local police are doing to me should have to endure a similar experience. I hope some day that they have their human rights and civil liberties trampled by these modern Nazis. After all, no one is really safe from them. Please save my journal. Wish me luck. |
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| Second journal entry of the day |
[Apr. 4th, 2009|02:30 pm] |
I wrote in today's Email to Etal below that I would pay my ISP invoice online. My ISP's website won't allow me to post a payment. It just doesn't work. Here is the email to me promising to renew my service.
__________________________________________________ ----- Original Message ----- To: xxxxx Sent: Sunday, March 29, 2009 8:32 AM Subject: [UXXXXXXX #1562871] Renewal of service Hi Xxxxxx,
I apologize that you have not received a response sooner. Thank you for choosing to renew your service for another year. Your service will be automatically renewed on April 17 and it will be charged to the American Express credit card you gave us on file. The cost that will be charged is $167.40 plus tax. [NB: total is $187.49]
Thank you,
Teela Xxxxx Customer Service Support Uxxxxxxx Communications 1.8xx.xxx.7378 www.uxxxxxxx.com
Providing quality internet and communications services to over 250,000 customers.
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