Today we have the City of Eureka’s Clerk, Pamela Powell, moaning out a final death whimper with a Statist’s response. To Pamela’s bent way of in-the-crypt 20th century slave-speak thinking, (and this is a first) she decides to return Queen’s claim! She rattles on about Government Codes and My only remedy is to GET AN ATTORNEY! Too funny. AS IFF fact and Fiction can ever meet. Crimany I’m dealing with morons. These are the criminals and thieves extorting their opulent paychecks from the Public Treasury without evidence for their claim, i.e. a bond to back up their Government position. And the best way they can right-brain think is to stick their heads in the sand, asses up, and return truth to the fully awake. Next.
No, of course Queen didn’t open Fiction’s mailing. Since I’m imprisoned in my own home, thanks to the City of Fortuna’s two armed males car theft of November 12th, my mailman accommodates me by bringing these empty threats to me –and it’s not too hard to read through a thin manila envelope – at a cost to the people of $8.61 for mailing.
Pamela Powell is not a BAR member. Oh oops, she’s doing the same thing that they all do – change hats from the Executive branch into the delusional 4th branch of Government – the BAR-barians. Hello! Felony, insurrection, sedition and treason against the people.
“How it is that anything so remarkable as a state of consciousness comes about as a result of irritating nervous tissue, is just as unaccountable as the appearance of Djin when Aladdin rubbed his lamp.” Thomas Henry Huxley