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File/Probate Ct; Family abuse; Abuse by neighbors & police; Injections in backyard
----- 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:
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.
Sincerely,
____________________
From: probate@xxxxxxxxx
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
