Agent fires at militia

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“We really don’t need the militia here… It just creates a problem from my point of view, because we don’t know who they are.” – Cameron County Sheriff Omar Lucio

Brownsville – To catch people making an illegal crossing from Mexico, you search for the place where they have left their trash in the well-worn grooves of the “porous” U.S.-Mexican border.

They drop plastic jugs, garbage sacks, empty food containers, all the stuff men and women on the move leave behind while they hide and wait their chance to make an illegal foray into the land of the Big Store.

Members of the Three Percent – so-called because historians estimate that only about three percent of the population actually participated in the American Revolution as it surged and raged around the colonial population – have volunteered to clear away trash at known trafficking sites, then wait to see who comes their way, looking for signs of new deposits of the cruddy stuff people on the move leave behind.

Members of an “unorganized militia” that the Constitution guarantees the right to keep and bear arms in a God-given effort to defend themselves, their families and businesses – and their nation -they have no real legal authority to patrol the border. The Governor will never write an “SOP” authorizing them serve in that capacity. That’s reserved for the National Guard, or the Texas Militia, the Border Patrol, ICE and DEA agents.

But they do have the human right secured by the First Amendment to associate with whom they choose, and they choose to befriend property owners and managers who need someone to help clean up the garbage and trash the “surge” of illegal immigrants leave behind on a daily basis in places shared with the water fowl, the ocelot, the snake, falcon, tortoise, rabbit and rat that inhabit this rich riparian habitat, the place the real estate hustlers call the land of “two summers.”

That’s why the trio of irregular soldiers went to see a man known as “Mr. Aguilar” after “Archie” met him drinking coffee at the Stripes filling station near the border road that skirts the big river,  to talk about cleaning up the garbage. Their names – nom de guerres that trip off the tongue like something out of a Louis Lamour paperback – are unknown to non-hackers. The folks at “Camp Lone Star” call them “KC, Wolf, and Jesus.”

Mr. Aguilar is the caretaker of one of the numerous wildlife refuges that line the river, so designated to help protect the environment from the ravages of artificial barriers and fences, the kind of stuff that fouls up the natural ecology. He needs help, and he invited them to come to work at his operation, where they cleared away garbage and trash last  Wednesday evening at three heavily trafficked locations. And then, they settled down to wait.

As the shadows grew longer and the dove came in to roost, according to a statement released by the Camp Commander, a man who signs documents as K.C. Massey, they ran into a Border Patrolman walking along the river road. They asked if they could help, and he said yes, that his team was “pushing” illegals into the area, chasing them. They took positions in the brush about 75 yards apart, and it wasn’t long before they heard voices.

KC’s report says he both saw and heard an heavily tattooed man whistling and calling to his companions to come ahead. “My first impression was, it was the cartel flexing their might to attempt to intimidate us as they had done previously to BP.”

That’s when things grew hectic. The agents gave chase, but the aliens and coyotes gave them the slip, and when a Border Patrolman turned around, he saw Jesus standing in the road behind him, armed with an AK-47 pistol.

KC heard five shots ring out. He and Wolf came running, and when they got there, they found the Border Patrol supervisor with Jesus’ confiscated weapon, a shocked and embarrassed agent walking behind him, his features gone white from the stress involved.

The agent in charge told them that his man, rattled and excited, fired without warning. He said it was time to investigate, and asked if he could “secure” their weapons in the government vehicle. The trio gave them their sidearms and rifles, and surrendered a video camera for safe keeping.

The investigation was extensive. They waited the better part of an hour for a team of investigators from the Cameron County Sheriff’s Office to arrive. The lawmen checked to make sure the firearms were not stolen, checked the volunteers’ identification and determined they were not wanted men, that they had legal authority to carry firearms.

They detained them for five hours.

When they told the they were free to go, they returned their identification, but put their weapons and their video camera in a police car to take back to headquarters.

“…I was informed they were ‘Part of the investigation’ into the discharge of a weapon by a federal agent…” Massey wrote.

He protested. They hadn’t done anything wrong, he told them. They had proven that by standing by in all apparent docility. They can’t even prove what was confiscated. “I was not given an inventory list of the weapons being held…”

Come to the Sheriff’s Department on Monday, September 1, the Deputy Sergeant told them, if they want their guns returned.

From there, the stories diverge like the poet laureate Robert Frost’s fabled two paths in a yellow wood, and the road not taken.

“The statement reported by AP is completely false. We never identified ourselves as ‘Militia”; as a matter of fact, we all stated we are NOT Militia, just Concerned Patriotic American Citizen here to help protect and serve our fellow Americans being victimized by these illegals aliens and support the Border Patrol in the deterring of illegal incursions onto American soil,” according to Commander Massey.

Sheriff Omar Lucio told the Associated Press, “We really don’t need the militia here… It just creates a problem from my point of view, because we don’t know who they are.” He reminded the public that earlier during the month of August, Border Patrol agents were surprised when a group of seven armed men dressed in camouflage combat attire stepped out of the dark at a spot on the river near Mission, Texas, and helped round up illegals.

The government agents were shocked to learn they were ordinary citizen soldiers. They had assumed they were part of a Texas Department of Public Safety team deployed to the border by Governor Rick Perry.

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To smack down Tax Man

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Six Shooter Junction – Some of the people who collect taxes in McLennan County, Texas, let the tax appraisers know they think they’re crooked.

The city dads at Robinson and the board members at McLennan County Community College don’t aim to pay as big a share as the Appraisal District has them down for in the coming fiscal year – up by 29.77%  in the college district’s case.

Robert E. Cervenka, city manager at Robinson called for Chief Appraiser Andrew J. Hahn, Jr., to step down “to allow for new direction within the organization.”

Aside from a 5% across the board salary increase for staff members in a county that hasn’t seen even cost of living increases for public servants in several years, there’s the issue of the nearly breathtaking judgment of nearly a half-million dollars the appraisal district sustained in a dispute with former landlord Hoppenstein Properties of Amarillo over breaking a lease at its former downtown headquarters across the street from the courthouse.

Hahn advised his board that, in the words of the appeals court at Amarillo, “a new building be purchased, and advised it that the District had the discretion to end the contract by simply omitting from future budgets money earmarked for lease payments.”

The courts disagreed. In fact, one of the judges said it’s beyond chutzpah to kill your father, then plead for clemency and mercy because you’re the only support your mother has.

Hence the laconic recommendation of MCC’s Randy Cox, chair of the Board of trustees. “There is a major increase in the contingency fund to offset the potential cost of the judgment against the district, and we are uncertain what measures MCAD has taken to reduce other costs to absorb legal expenses rather than automatically passing them along to the entities.”

He added, “…Our overall concerns are reflected in our desire for MCAD to identify means to absorb costs rather than to pass them automatically along to us.”

It would help if there were term limits, and the folks at Robinson and at the community college said in their letters that they are opposed to city councilmen and other elected officials sitting on the MCAD board.

A background rumble that may be heard from the Courthouse to the home offices of every taxpayer in this sprawling megalopolis on America’s Main Street, I-35, of a quarter million deep in the heart of Texas is the fact that a builder named Marvin Steakley serves on that board.

Steakley sued Chief Deputy Matt Cawthon for libel and a breach of contract during the fervency of the Republican primary election of 2012, when he and former Deputy U.S. Marshal in Charge – now Sheriff Parnell McNamara – were on the campaign trail. There was the matter of what Steakley saw as a $70,000 failure to come up with his end of the bargain, something Cawthon and his wife Shelly proved through a meticulous survey of their financial records they had paid directly to the subcontractors who were hanging out there for their dough.

Says Cawthon today when he thinks back on that time. “I couldn’t stand it if I was in HEB or somewhere and had to stand there looking the other direction when I see one of those old boys.”

During a 5-day trial, an 11-woman, one-man jury listened with rapt attention while the Cawthons’ attorney elicited testimony that proved the constant delays, miscommunications and inattention to detail that led to massive cost overruns.

The straw that broke the camel’s back came early on, when State District Judge Gary Coley handed down a restraining order enjoining Steakley and his son Andrew from handing over any more of the Cawthons’ financial records to incumbent Sheriff Larry Lynch or the opposition candidate, then Chief Deputy Randy Plemons. Though they denied it, there was ample proof that the law men had copies of the Cawthons’ cancelled checks, mortgage applications, tax returns, credit card receipts, and other financial correspondence named in the discovery order of the lawsuit.

“It didn’t have anything to do with the election of Parnell McNamara,” the retired Texas Ranger recalls. “It was just all about how I was associated with him in his bid for election as Sheriff.”

His opinion?

“These people say they don’t raise taxes, but they do when they appraise your property at a much higher value than it was the previous year.”

The episode ended badly for Steakley in a take nothing judgment.

The jurors decided that Mrs. Cawthon’s statement in an e-mail to her banker that Steakley is a thief and a liar, and that she aimed to run him plumb out of town was substantially true. Truth is the one assured and affirmative defense against the charge of libel or slander.

So it goes, and rest ye assured, the floggings will continue until morale improves.

– The Legendary

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The envelope method

Common Law Grand Jurors test access and insularity of proceedings

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Dixie County, Florida – The four of them headed up the highway to Tallahassee so they could meet with state officials about their efforts to indict the State’s Attorney for jury tampering, the local school superintendent for blocking parental control over curriculum by inserting Common Core instead of a traditional course of studies.

The Common Law Citizens Grand Jury had returned true bills of indictment, and the Sheriff forwarded them to a state agency called the Florida Department of Law Enforcement at the State Capital, a two-hour drive from this rural county located on the fabled shores of the Suwanee River. Population, 16,000, with one major state highway, a half-hour’s drive west of Gainesville on the quietest part of the Gulf Coast.

The meeting was a study in the grim realities of intimidation by seasoned bureaucrats, according to Rodger Dowdell, Florida state coordinator for the National Liberty Alliance. It’s a New York movement that is aiming to return the power to file information, presentments and indictments to We The People, a God-given right, as guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution, and the Magna Carta of 1215, many centuries before.

“These people are trained interrogators,” Dowdell said, his voice a reedy electronic wheeze as it came over the conference call. In the early stages of the conversation, they “pummeled us with questions,” he told the national audience listening in. A female investigator from the state cops was particularly hostile. “We were having trouble getting a word in…If you really don’t have your head together, she will pick you apart.”

How did it all begin?

After the Grand Jury met and returned the sealed indictments against the State’s Attorney and the School Superintendent, they turned them over to the Sheriff. In a subsequent meeting, he admitted that he had no knowledge of common law, no knowledge of common law grand juries, or true bills.

Besides, his instructions had been very clear. “We’ve been instructed that when we get anything strange for a court filing, we’re to send it to FDLE,” he told the delegation.

Instructed? No knowledge of…? This from the chief law enforcement officer of the jurisdiction? Something didn’t add up.

What were those filings?

Quite simply, the State’s Attorney had met with the statutory Grand Jury, the foreman of which is a member of the Common Law Grand Jury movement, according to Dowdell. He declared the proceedings are “really controlled by the state’s attorney…The state’s attorney went into the Grand Jury session and said this is really his jury. He’s in charge.”


And so, the Common Law Grand Jury indicted him for jury tampering, interfering with the deliberations and investigations of what Mr. Justice Antonin Scalia of the U.S. Supreme Court has termed a “fourth branch” of government, independent from the other three, in a landmark case.

The actions of the school superintendent presented Grand Jurors with a similar case. He defied members of the community who are opposed to children receiving their instruction per a mandate from a central government authority situated at Washington, D.C. They perceive Common Core as an effort to “dumb down” their kids. They want them to learn from a more classical course of study.

They returned an indictment against him for his refractory behavior.

In a meeting, he and his staff began to back pedal; they wanted to hold them off, to negotiate a compromise, but the Grand Jurors were having none of it. Their demand: 1) Parents must retain control. 2) No lawyers are allowed to dictate the policies of the school system insofar as the instruction of their kids, in areas other than the administrative requirements of doing business.

They demanded that the Sheriff arrest he and the State’s attorney, take them before a magistrate to be charged.

Copies of the legal instruments will be posted on the National Liberty Alliance website under the “News” tab as soon as they are received, according to John Darash, founder and national coordinator.

Dowdell left his listeners with a bit of practical advice on how to test their local officials to find out if the secrecy requirements of the grand jury system is truly observed, and if they have ready access to the proceedings.

He calls it the “envelope method,” and it’s a simple procedure. You put an envelope sealed with the imprint of the Grand Jury inside another another marked “For the eyes of the Grand Jury Foreman Only.”

Inside that envelope, there is a phone number to a pre-paid telephone which, when called, will yield a transfer of information meant to be turned over to the Grand Jurors for their investigation.

If the number never rings, then the message has been intercepted. Tampering with such communications is a felony crime both at the state and federal level.

Is there a remedy at law? Yes, and it’s called a writ of mandamus.  It commands local court officials to keep grand jury proceedings secret, to communicate their presentments and bills of indictment to the Court, forthwith, or suffer the consequences of a felony prosecution. Dowdell left his listeners with no doubt that he and his colleagues in Florida fully intend to apply for and use it.

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DHS predicts increased violence over perceived victory at Bundy ranch

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A “perceived victory” by armed citizen militia soldiers at a tense mid-April standoff at Cliven Bundy’s Bunkerville, Nevada, ranch will lead to more violence, according to a leaked 7-page intelligence report from the DHS Intelligence and Analysis division.

Government analysts link the killing of two Las Vegas Metro police officers by a husband and wife team named Jerad and Amanda Miller, who in turn then killed themselves, to the confrontation that resulted when agents of the Bureau of Land Management attempted to seize the Bundy family’s cattle over non-payment of grazing fees.

The report notes that according to Mr. Bundy, the couple had been told to leave the ranch after a brief visit in which it was discovered their thinking did not align with that of family members and their militia supporters.

Analysts were careful to delineate a difference between citizen militia soldiers and sovereign citizen adherents, saying the people from the sovereignty movement are expected to continue at the pace of about 4 violent incidents per year. Militiamen, on the other hand, they predict will begin to ramp up violence at a much brisker pace.

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Grand jury potency a factor of judge and prosecutor control

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Former Hill County Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon

It’s an election (year) and anybody with any axe to grind is coming out of the woodwork.” – Vic Feazell, Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon’s attorney 

Hillsboro, Texas – If it’s not down and dirty, it’s not a Sheriff’s race in the Lone Star State.

Primaries both before and after the Reagan Revolution, a happening in which the world turned upside down and Democrats “boll-weeviled” their way to the GOP, have the psychological affect of a pagan house purification ritual. Reading the written record is like getting down on hands and knees to analyze the patterns of blood and feathers on the floor.

Consider the 2012 re-election failure of Hill County Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon. It’s a poor county, a cotton farming community with a small population situated on the road to everywhere, America’s Main Street, Interstate 35, an hour south of Dallas and a half-hour from the Baptist bastion on the Brazos, Waco.

Local government jobs really, really matter in the scheme of the local economy. It’s the difference between having plenty – and catch as catch can.

They play for blood. It’s as if human souls were on the line.

The case was as dramatic as a teen-aged temper tantrum, the sizzle on the steak as bold as allegations of a Sheriff exposing himself to female employees, routing ambulances across the county to favor one company over another, and a pistol-waving supporter getting raunchy in a restaurant.

By the time a couple of special prosecutors and the judge got through with the Grand Jury investigation, it was all over in an hour, but it was an hour spent on stage in advance of a bitterly contested primary runoff election in which the incumbent plummeted from the heights of power to a perch in ignominy.

Through the adroit management of State District Judge F. Bob McGregor, who appointed the husband and wife legal team of Bill and Susan Johnston, the Grand Jury investigation of the inflammatory allegations against Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon turned into a non-event, according to a complaint filed with the State Commission on Judicial Conduct by Barbara Leetun.

Though numerous witnesses were subpoenaed – including five female employees and ex-employees, some of whom alleged the Sheriff made so bold as to unzip his fly and ask, “Who would like a promotion?” – none of them were called to testify before the Grand Jury, a tribunal which, by surprise, convened for the brief time of one hour that took place ten days before the runoff election.

“The Special Prosecutors refused to talk to and receive evidence from eye witnesses. All complaints were not investigated,” Ms. Leetun wrote in her complaint.

“At no time from assignment to the Grand Jury did the prosecutors speak to the complainants.”

In a complaint to the State Bar, she alleged that “During the Grand Jury, no evidence including the written statements of the complainants was provided to the Grand Jury. Only the Special prosecutors’ statements were allowed.”

After 45 minutes of conferring with the Special Prosecutors and pondering the words of a Texas Ranger assigned to investigate, the jurors deliberated for 15 minutes and decided the steak came off a total dud – all sizzle and no meat, all hat and no cattle – and returned no bill of indictment.

She added three other elements to her complaint:

– The proceeding was an ambush that took place ten days before the election – when the complainants had been assured the hearing would take place following the contest.

– By “appointing a number of known associates and supporters of the Sheriff to act as jury commissioners and jurors, and by withholding evidence from the Grand Jury, the Judge… failed to assure the integrity and independence of the process…”

– County officials refused to disclose the names of the Grand Jurors.

Her entreaties fell upon deaf ears; both tribunals demurred in letters of polite consolation.

Reading through the record further, the paper trail reveals it was all about the money – all along. As it turns out a 56% “completeness” factor in the department’s crime clearance statistical reports left grant money on the shelf, a dynamic that affected other departments in the county, according to a Heart of Texas Council of Governments honcho.

A lucrative ambulance contract for an out-of-town operation named “Care Flite” was on the line in competition with a non-profit outfit. The Sheriff escorted company representatives to the county line following a contentious community meeting.

Where is he now?

An ex-Marine with experience working security contracts for the Department of Defense in various Balkan hellholes and a work history with the high-flying, globe-girdling outfit, Chrysler Airborne Systems, Sheriff Jeffrey T. Lyon today holds down a position as General Manager/Security Specialist with the national truck stop chain, Petro Travel/Stopping Centers.

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Federal judge rules assault weapon ban constitutional

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A U.S. District Judge in Baltimore held AR-15 or AK-47 style “assault weapons” capable of holding more than 10 rounds “dangerous and unusual” in a ruling that declares a state law prohibiting such weapons constitutional.

The holding places possession of the semiautomatic weapons outside the protections of the Second Amendment.

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Cops’ immunity a given

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Criminals with badges routinely walk away from legal outrage

Hidalgo County, Texas – In a rare occurrence, one day last month a U.S. District Judge sentenced a crooked border cop to five years of federal time for spitting on his badge.

All the other features of the same, sad old story were in evidence. The local broadcast media suppressed the name of the known drug trafficker who contributed an admitted $25,000 to Sheriff Lupe Trevino’s election campaign, though it’s a matter of record for all to see, filed away in the Elections Office in the courthouse at Edinburgh. That figure is double what is inscribed on the record.

Obviously, people are scared to death to name names, for obvious reasons. When it comes to why, the element of where rises to the top of the heap. Wasn’t it the real estate hustlers who said it’s location, location, location that really matters in any deal?

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The story mentions the fact that Trevino’s son, who lived in his home at the time, had along with other members of the local drug task force got caught stealing drug shipments from dope smugglers, then selling the contraband at cut rate prices to certain other dope merchants. They just didn’t give their names, or mention exactly what legal action the government is taking against them, if any.

The story did mention that U.S. District Judge Micaela Alvarez broke away from sentencing guidelines to give the Sheriff an additional year behind bars. The television reporters featured her words as she passed sentence, saying, “You knew that this person was a drug trafficker,” Alvarez said. “You are contributing to the problem that we have in this county.”

“I’m sorry. It happened. I did it,” Trevino replied.

Well, blow me down; la de da, Sheriff. That’s the going rate, you say. Five years. Everyone else walks away, as if nothing happened, when the truth is, Sheriff Trevino could hardly have done all that and a bag of chips, all by himself. There were a lot of people involved. Anyone with an IQ above 40 has enough snap and mother wit to figure that one out.

And then the big TV station, the government-licensed electronic mouthpiece from the Metromess, rounded things out by mentioning in passing that Trevino is not the only Rio Grande Valley sheriff to have screwed the pooch in such spectacular one-man, one-riot fashion. Nothing to see here, folks, in other developments, this pop singer got caught dry-humping a wrecking ball and Lindsay Lohan appeared on-camera, licking the barrel of a Dirty Harry .44 magnum.

Former Starr County (Rio Grande City) Sheriff Rey Guerra was sentenced to federal prison in 2009 for his role in a drug-smuggling conspiracy. Former Cameron County (Brownsville) Sheriff Conrado Cantu was sentenced to federal prison in 2005 for running a criminal enterprise. And former Hidalgo County (Edinburgh) Sheriff Brig Marmolejo was sentenced to prison for taking bribes in 1994.

A Laredo broadcaster mentioned that Hidalgo County Auditor Ray Eufracio determined that though $1.7 million in fuel costs have passed through the Sheriff’s budget, there’s no way to track the consumption. Moreover, of 5,400 assets listed in the department’s property, about 1,880 items cannot be located. The last audit of the Sheriff’s Office took place in 2005.

From outright murder to highway robbery, and lots of other esoteric man-with-a-badge crimes in between, this one has something in common with all the hundreds of others reported over the past couple of weeks, stories culled from national blogs just chock full of this kind of jazz.

The only thing that makes Trevino’s story unusual is he got sentenced to do time, and he’s an elected official. The cops appointed by Mayors and City Councils usually go skulking down the road to do it all over again, serving under the aegis of the state’s certification commission for lawmen. There, at the next wide spot in the pike, they find a prosecutor, a County Commissioners Court, a Mayor, a whole passel of merchants, and other assorted chamber of commerce goons, who are all too willing to take advantage of his hired gun status. And the beat goes on.

The killers get paid administrative leave while their case is referred to the current term of the Grand Jury, which cheerfully returns no true bill of indictment, and that handles that.

Done deal.

Cops pull people over for speeding, demand they give them permission to search the vehicle, confiscate their weapons and cash money, then drop the charges on their cafeteria jello shaky cases while they keep the loot. It’s an every day thing up and down U.S. Hwy 59, the road to Bossier City and the casinos in La La Land, and U.S. 287, a similar route to the “Indian” gambling oases of Oklahoma and Colorado.

Here are a few more Texas cases that ought to jack your jaws and long for the chance to sit on a Grand Jury where you can ask some tough questions and demand some sensible answers – or else.

Estelline, Texas: The city located where U.S. 287 crosses the Red River is reviewing its police procedures after authorities reached a $77,500 legal settlement with a woman who alleged officers illegally seized more than $29,000 from her pickup and kept $1,400 of her cash. An audit showed that the city was more than $600,000 in arrears in traffic fines that should have been shared with state officials.

Newton County, Texas: The sheriff of this Big Thicket county has been indicted on one count of terroristic threat on a public servant and a warrant has been issued for his arrest. He reportedly told the County Judge and others following a Commissioners Court meeting that he would just haul off and shoot them dead if they insisted on an audit of his department. The charge is a third-degree felony.  If convicted, he could be sentenced to from 2 to 10 years in prison. He will face a $10,000 bond when arraigned on the charge.

San Antonio police are investigating the severe beating of a man who was doing nothing more than snapping pictures of an office building his wife intended to lease for her medical practice.

Saint Jo, Texas: A police officer was arrested for official oppression. He is accused of unlawfully detaining an 18-year-old female driver on at least two occasions and following her on several other occasions, according to the arrest affidavit.

Austin, Texas: A man has filed a lawsuit against a police officer, claiming the officer used excessive force.

El Paso, Texas: A now-former police officer charged with tax fraud in connection with a medical billing scheme is scheduled to appear in court. He has been charged with corrupt interference with Internal Revenue laws and 14 counts of structuring transactions to evade reporting requirements and aiding and abetting.

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To Indict Court System

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Albany, New York – John Darash has a plan – a modest proposal to indict every Court in every jurisdiction in every state of the U.S.

Working through the National Liberty Alliance, Darash has composed a “True Bill of Information” that he intends to send to 1,900 federal judges and magistrates with a list of particulars worked out by he and a Common Law Grand Jury convened in the Northern District of New York.

It is a breathtaking document, to say the least, its key concepts springing from a hodge lodge of common law, including the Magna Carta of 1215, key King’s Bench decisions, and such venerable legal concepts as handed down in cases such as Marbury v. Madison.

One of the central tenets of the reasoning is that the state has no true jurisdiction to rule over individuals who have been “kidnapped” to appear.

Courts “not of record” are actually chancery courts, he says, and not common law courts. As such, they are “a conspiracy to overthrow the United States of America.”

Though the U.S. Constitution designates a Supreme Court of the United States and such courts as Congress may create from time to time, he charges “high treason in the creation of U.S. District Courts.”

It won’t be cheap, Darash told his followers, a nationwide throng of men and women listening in on Monday, August 4 in a conference call. In fact, handling and postage will run $3 apiece for the 15-page mailing – for a total of $6,000.

But it’s a small price to pay, he reasons, when the entire system of courts has been created “to fleece the people of the United States.”

Though he reckons federal courts have yet to fail entirely, he holds that the system of state courts have.  “The entire judicial system within the United States has failed.”

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‘It’s my pet rock…’

Sgt. CJ Grisham

Sgt. C.J. Grisham

Belton, Texas – The Bell County “Justice Center” is little more than a fancy, new, state-of-the-art jail complete with all the cybernetic doodads, constructed with revenue bonds, the kind County Commissioners just haul off and authorize while the public has no chance to vote the debt service up or down.

Paying the bill for building this gleaming concrete and tool-grade steel-reinforced hulk in Mussolini Modern into the side of a surgically precise, machine-made hillside on a by-pass loop with direct connections to two limited access highways – State 190 to Ft. Hood and I-35 to Dallas and Austin – was something like whipping out your Visa Gold and American Express cards and letting the tab run. All the fat cats and good old boys got a piece of the action, from the Temple Mayor with his materials transportation company, a composite and concrete mogul with shopping mall, highway, and industrial plant projects all over the town Santa Fe built, to the neocon in-crowd with their fingers in statehouse budgets and federal grant money pie charts.

The ensuing years of drought have not been kind to the buildings, as the black land prairie settled and shifted under the influence of record-setting and protracted dry conditions, cracking the foundations. All this allows water to leak into the underground cells during the first year of normal rainfall since it was all flung together in defiance of gravity only a few years in the past.

Those underground passages sometimes stand in water for days until repair crews can get them pumped out and dry enough conditions prevail to patch the broken concrete. People who have done time there for ace capers like driving while license suspended or failure to carry insurance, probation revocation, and other misdemeanor convictions, say it’s turned into something of a struggle as new seeps and springs find their way through the fill and compacted composite on a daily basis.

When the neocons and law and order types start bragging about its subterranean passages and total surveillance capability, it’s hard to keep from getting the aroma and taste of your own vomit in your mouth and nasal passages. This is the jail where they housed Maj. Abu Nidal Malik Hasan, the devoutly Islamic Palestinian-American Army psychiatrist who specialized in examining post traumatic stress disorder patients fresh from the fight in Iraq and Afghanistan, the doc who equipped his Fabrique Nacional Herstal semi auto 5.7 mm pistol with both red and green laser sights so he could fire only on soldiers wearing green camouflage combat fatigues, and then mowed down more than a dozen human beings including a pregnant soldier who screamed, repeatedly, “My baby; my baby,” at a pre-deployment medical examination clinic in November, 2009.

it’s that kind of place.

So when you hit the magnetometers and turned out your pockets, you already knew it was going to be a bummer covering the trial of Sgt. C.J. Grisham, a military intelligence specialist and seasoned interrogator with extensive experience in Iraq and Afghanistan, for the misdemeanor offense of carrying a loaded AR-15 on a public roadway.

When he got home from his last overseas deployment, he admitted having the symptoms of PTSD, and was going through processing for his retirement. He’s a native of this prairie community, a military and transportation hub with a lot of warehousing and manufacturing muscle, a place on the way to everywhere else in this part of the world.

Sgt. Grisham has kin who own farm property in a semi-rural area near the excellent airport and industrial park on the west side of town. The row crop land buffers the runways of the airport, and in early spring, dopers come out of the woodwork and raid the anhydrous ammonia tanks placed in the fields for tractor drivers to replenish the fertilizer rigs on their plows as they lay off the rows for the new crop season.

The noxious gas is a chief component of “Nazi speed,” as it’s cooked locally, sold at a big fine price to zombies who stumble around for a few miserable months before they die. Grisham and another soldier made a habit of chasing the freaks off after he got home, wielding AR-15’s and piloting cars at triple-digit speeds.

He paid a visit to the City Council and addressed the local government in person when he learned there is a city ordinance prohibiting the open carry of firearms, something no state or federal law prohibits.

The mayor basically told him to take a flying leap at a rolling doughnut and not to let the door hit him in the buttocks, so he began  calculating his next move – not much for a stepper who has been preparing political dossiers in combat zones for many years.

He came up with the idea of going armed for a 10-mile hike around the perimeters of his family’s far-flung crop lands and the industrial park, something to help his son earn a merit badge for his Boy Scout uniform. As he and his high-school-aged son walked along a public roadway near the airport, a case worker for Child Protective Services (CPS) saw the black rifle, the juvenile accompanying the armed man, became alarmed, and called 9-1-1.

What happened next has gone down in Texas history. There is rarely a weekend when Grisham and his cadre don’t stage a public rally complete with a parade past the local cop shop somewhere in a major Texas city after first agitating long and loud to get the local gendarmes’ attention and quelling their desire to jail the bearers and confiscate their weapons.

Grisham has been arrested for carrying a toy plastic revolver on the steps of the State Capitol at Austin, obtained the permission of the State Land Commissioner Jerry Patterson to stage a rally of armed open carry enthusiasts on the grounds of the Alamo, and led his followers to testify before legislative committees in support of open carry of handguns.

On the morning in question, there stood this career soldier dressed in the gaudy, band box getup of a Master Sergeant wearing dress blues,  his tunic loaded with medals and service ribbons, his pockets turned out, and heat waves radiating off the top of his head.

The female deputy reached into the basket provided to hold keys, billfold, cell phone, change and other pocket detritus, held up a sizable smooth river rock that completely filled her hand, and asked, “What is this?”

Grisham hesitated a beat, a beat-and-a-half, and another, then drawled. “It’s my pet rock.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the glazed turret where all exits and entrances must originate in the massive public foyer. Though many eyes and ears were trained on the action, no one dared say a word; in fact, no one dared breathe too loudly.

“You will take it outside to the parking lot and put it in your vehicle,” the woman said, and Grisham’s face turned scarlet. Apparently, they had already gone round and round about his stress ball and his plastic figurine with the fright wig. But the pet rock was just way too much for her sensibilities.

He began the process of putting it all back in his pockets, she gave him his jacket, and he placed his visored cap on his head, about faced smoothly, and marched for the exit, his patent leather dress shoes striking the terrazzo at a steady tattoo.

A moment, to be sure, but oh, what a significant moment…and you were there.

To view a dashcam video of Grisham’s arrest in March of 2011, follow this link:

The first misdemeanor trial ended in a mistrial after jurors deadlocked 5 to 1. In the second, they returned a unanimous guilty verdict for interfering with an officer, as charged by the judge, because Grisham placed his hand on the weapon when the cop jerked it around by the one-point sling. He had drawn his pistol, preparing to jam the muzzle into the nape of Grisham’s neck and jab it into his armpit while he bent him over the hood of the patrol car.

Police still have Grisham’s custom-made AR-15 and Kimber concealed carry model .45-caliber 1911 style pistol in their custody while the case in under appeal.

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Crossing the Rubicon

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Welcome to the Alamo. No one gets out alive. You are here to die. But we’re so tickled to see you. It means you got here quick as you could.

It means you’re at home, now, that the national brush fire war of liberation is here – now. Welcome home.

Somewhere on the road – Forget the room of the wolf mother wallpaper, skinny legs and all. This is the hour of the reckoning, the day when the sands ran out, where tight-lipped, cold-eyed men make their last calculations, make the declarations they know they must stick with – forever.

A flinty soul with side whiskers, seated at the round table of the coffee fumes and the cigarette smoke, a face from the ancient gallery, looks up from under the brim of his hat and declares himself “DIP,” which, he explains in the soldierly bureaucratese of vital statistical reality – the blood and thunder of the profession of arms – means “die in place.”

He confronts a brother from the gutter at his end of the road, someone just as unable to catch his breath, just as unlikely to survive the tortures of flight, the likelihood of detection in any conceivable bolt hole.

He explains: “I’m too old to run through the jungle with a 60-pound pack and a rifle. Can’t do it any more. You leave me with a few rounds and a weapon – and it’s understood, I’m there to die in place.”

If it slows the enemy down by so much as a half-hour, this business of robbing him of his last breath, stealing his shadow, forcing a final few heartbeats, that’s a half-hour his comrades have to get their legs under them and head out for parts unknown. It’s an exit strategy.

The discussion goes round and round, and returns to the central talking point – repeatedly. What will they do if they come to the door, a dozen ninja-suited warriors from the other side, come for you. What will you do? Do you have a plan?

Thus confronted, the conversation goes round and round, to lofty spires and glorious pinnacles, hard points memorializing the constitutional principles of a nation in despair, a graveyard of dreams, a resting place for the remains of the day, the screams in the night, the rap on the door. There is talk of water, medical supplies, purification, radio communications, caches of ammo, ways to freeze dry, can, preserve, and store food – and then the question returns, like a recurring nightmare, a repeat notice for an unpaid bill.

The chairman of the impromptu little circle of men and women bent on survival calls the question, like a call to prayer – once again…

What will you do if they come to your door? Can you defend yourself? Can you? Your response comes in the rush of realization. If it’s come to this, if you spend time pondering a question like that, you’re already there. The moment has arrived. It’s no longer a speculation of a grim possibility for the future. The time is now.

You have crossed the Rubicon.

The face of the side whiskers reconsiders, says, “You know, the Viet Cong had the right idea. Forget about wearing camis and running around in armor with a heavy pack. Wear what the people are wearing, live among them, just be yourself. It works.”

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The Constitution Free Zone of the United States

Nearly two-thirds – 197.4 million – of the population lives within 100 miles of the U.S. land and coastal borders, according to the 2007 figures of the Census Bureau. This is the constitution free zone of the U.S., according to executive fiat.

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