"You don't have any law suits. There's too much money against you."
- Attorney Gatewood Galbraith, Lexington, Ky @2001
I'd heard the story years before while a freelance cartooning, of the North Carolina assistant district attorney who'd refused to go along with the courthouse 'good 'ole boys.' They'd retaliated, and destroyed her career and her life. It wasn't the first story of "Southern Justice." More than one honest police officer's found himself on the outside-looking-in, blacklisted, and some Southerners have even been set up and silenced in prison so the big boys can stay in power and keep the scams alive. 
There was a player in the Bluegrass Conspiracy named Roger Barnard who died in Kentucky a few years back. Folks said he was a powerful connection, in fact one person close to him said, "Roger Barnard could get a person put in prison, and he could also get a person out."
It appears in the South, some Americans are literally exempt from the law and it's protections, and rights guaranteed. And others might be accused, convicted & setup for destruction, even if innocent. The players who use the law to destroy enemies know the game, and how to apply pressure to create bait-and-trap situations.
Shaking pockets in the Bluegrass with an Alabama Wiregrass twist––
Fictional stories like the Dukes of Hazzard regarding Southern Justice and Boss Hogg types guarding and padding their own pockets might not be so far from the truth. There was a Southern ballad once, The Night the Lights went out in Georgia, with memorable lyrics,
'...and a big-bellied Sheriff grabbed a gun and said why'd ya do it? The judge said guilty in a make-believe trial, slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile and said, "Supper's waitin' at home and I gotta get to it"'
It was a Birmingham based company I first tried to finance a home with, the year 2000. Alabama's Attorney General, Troy King was highly respected by New South, so much so he was given an award.
So when New South got all of my financial information for the purchase, then they did something we call "reneggin'-on-the-deal'" in the South. They decided to up the cash ante by $3,000 for the home purchase which would leave no cash in the bank, forcing other losses, including retrieval of my personal belongings in Georgia. I decided to walk away figuring this was another fixed game, rigged real 'high-up' at the top. I felt I should get my files since we weren't doing business, and went back to New South's office, where I was refused a full set––of copies. They said they opted to keep some of the files regarding my business, and I wasn't privy to them, even to observe. By the stack of papers they had regarding my personal business, I figured I walked away with copies of maybe 1/2-2/3 of the total stack. So what were they hiding regarding my personal business, and their banking practices that I was not permitted to see?
Waddell and Reid was as much fun. The system was rigged so that every financial person was privy to it all, and capable of knowing everything anyone had. It was a tight network in Kentucky. Mr. Meyer had said with a Jersey mob accent, "Where ya gonna take ya money, honey? Bahmuda? Bahamas?" I had told him it was none of his business, but in fact, the little banking rules said it was. So this was the finance trap, a game crafted by money scammers who wrote the laws, and played by scamming specialists trained in the money-fraud game.
So, now we know. If you have assets, bank it where nobody can get the information–– if that's possible anywhere in the USA. Hello Switzerland! And if they can ever get you down, broke, desperate, hungry, angry, or emotionally spent–– then this guy comes along and makes an offer you almost can't refuse. That's when you find out who The Devil really is. No good can come from the offer, because he's part of the group who created the situation to begin with.Turn the guy down! But keep an eye out for his wire, because he's probably wearing one and might just be sent to set you up. Sometimes, you never know down South who you're really dealing with.
Pretty desperate to find a home as the clock was ticking with an ultimatum to pick up all the furniture, the next to come was a land contract, which is another nightmare for those young, and inexperienced, documented elsewhere in this blog. If there will be scams, fraud, or organized criminal tricks, read within this blog and you'll find many of them, experienced first hand by the author. (And by the time you're finished you'll be so suspicious of professionals, business associations, courts, and elite networking you'll even avoid doctors and cops.) If anyone would like more specific details please feel free to email me, at theloonusa@yahoo.com.
(Being considered "crazy," according to one Kentucky observer, Roy Tanner, is what apparently saved my life, thus the title for this Blog. Another thing that saves a person's life-on-the-streets–– is money. It's another part of the pocket-shakin' game.)
According to Willie Nelson's good buddy, Gatewood Galbraith, some of us Americans are exempt from the money-controlled justice system, but at least by detailing and documenting Southern horror stories like these, more Americans will better understand how it is they're living in a fraud-ridden country, and how the system is set up for criminals to flourish, murder, lie, cheat, steal, prosper, and then run away with the cash.
Finally, 2001 after scams ongoing 3 years, more than 500 pages were gathered and compiled at the suggestion of Danny Smith, assistant U.S. Attorney, Lexington. It contained documentation of false arrests and intimidation, financial scamming, fraud, false billing, stalking, theft, and illegal activity involving Americans, even Muslims––and was delivered to Louisville, Kentucky, November, 2001. At that point I felt patriotic, as though I was being of service to my country, particularly with the Muslim information.
It didn't work that way, at all.
Louisville FBI Agent Brian Blanchard's solution to the massive series of documented schemes and arrests, intimidations and con jobs was simple:
"This is a civil matter."
And then if you believe you can find justice in a court, be ready to spend plenty of time and money to discover otherwise. A lawyer, Todd Spalding, said it best in Kentucky.
"Your case is clearly won. I see no reason for you to lose, but the judge can rule however he wants."
After about four years and several postponements including the judge's, I lost. On one trip I found my truck had no brakes. And in the court, I was reprimanded by the judge for saying the word, marijuana. (The farm sets in an area notorious for growing the crop.)
It wasn't surprising in losing the land dispute case against a criminal who'd even shot a man in the back. Gatewood's words would always ring true. I'd never win, and the deck was stacked with winks and nods in Kentucky's underground before I'd been terrified away from Georgia by police and false arrests. Gatewood knew it. I should have left Kentucky when I had good health and money in the bank, and gone west––completely away from the South, where eventually the entire family will be wiped out.
Understanding the American Justice system–– criminal vs. civil law, and exactly how they differ is a challenge for anyone outside the legal professions. For those of us with simple "right/wrong" reasoning, fraud, theft, lying to police, and colluding someone's destruction are crimes. But with the justice system, apparently these are ongoing potentially expensive "civil cases," which could tie up courts for decades in never unraveling the entire network.
My question was whether Blanchard's direct boss was Steve Pence, then U.S. Attorney (appointed at the same time as Leura Canary of Alabama,) who would be the next Lt. Governor for the State of Kentucky. Had it all been planned, and were bosses covering the coverups? And what US Attorney would open a case if told by superior politicians to ignore it?
Eventually politicians were able to play the runaround game even more. Kentucky Attorney General Greg Stumbo was unwilling to help and so was Alabama's Troy King. Alabama District Attorney David Whetstone, Cobb County's District Attorney Pat Head––they all buried their heads beneath Southern Justice with so many others!
So at least a break came late last year when journalist Jillian Kramer of the Mobile Press-Register agreed to write an article regarding my son's Baldwin County, Alabama "suicide." With everything else and all the scams, losses, and harassment, disbelief and 'psycho-shock,' one after another, it was difficult to shake the mental vision of my son's bloody, headless body.A week after her and Huey Mack's inaccurate "swiggin whiskey" article about my child (below,) Mobile Press-Register journalist Kramer, with the headlines, "Gambling tops Attorney General Troy King's 2009 crime legislation package" honored
In all of the ways this country boasts its humanity, its position on the planet as the guardian of human rights and protector of human dignity, I can say for the course of the past ten years it would been more humane for them to have put a bullet through my head, and let the killer walk scot-free. No suffering is greater or comparable than ongoing and constant mental torture, the bloody murder of a mother's child, then ongoing degradation, stalking, harassment, intimidation, false arrests and financial destruction. Even a witch-burning would have been physically painful, yet over in a few minutes- far more humane than contemporary American methods of human destruction.
But as the torture continued, knowing I was hand-picked and targeted, I'd endure it for the female NC Assistant District Attorney Loflin had said was destroyed by the Good Ole Boys so many years ago. I'd been a cartoonist in her area sad to hear the story years after her demise, knowing now it had to have been true. Somebody had to take the stand against these Southern Devils, and it would have to be somebody's Mom in a land where opportunists like Gingrich and McCain and some others use and discard women like last year's suit. Crumbling churches wouldn't clean it up, and they'd proven it over time.
I'd asked the courtesy of proofing Jillian's story before publication but was not granted permission. It's a pretty traditional "Southern" activity in the Bible Belt to kill one's self with a blast to the face using a shotgun. Even California's journalist Gary Webb, like Carolina's Officer Davina Jones at Bald Head Island, had managed to put a bullet square in the backs of his own head, "suicide" style. They'd both been investigating drug activity, and "suicided" is a common coroner's ruling. These are choice blood & gore suicide methods, although some will say these types of suicides are extremely difficult for a single person to perform alone. Few would choose so bloody an ending particularly if illegal drugs were readily available, and could provide so less painful a final ending.
Clip (see the link for full story below)Tuesday, December 30, 2008
By JILLIAN KRAMER Staff Reporter
Gerard Sniffen III broke into a Baldwin County trailer home on Scarborough Lane, discovered the bedroom and its cluttered closet, and discarded his Tommy Hilfiger clothes for women's sweatpants and a camouflage jacket.
When he saw a whiskey bottle on the kitchen counter, the 18-year-old Georgia native took a few swigs, then moved over to the gun rack and selected a shotgun.
Minutes later, seated on the backyard bench swing and wearing neither socks nor shoes, Sniffen shot himself through the mouth. He fell to the side of the wooden seat, where sheriff's deputies found him, still warm, but dead.FULL STORY HERE
My son was 20-years old, and not 18. And if he were caught with his pants down, he wouldn't have put on a Crenshaw machine shop, t-shirt or women's clothing. I've found recently that another member of the rather expansive Crenshaw family was involved with
So where is CSI when we need expert witnessing? The world actually believes we're honest and forthright with tv shows like these.
(OOPS) Forensics report says no alcohol in the body and Baldwin's Sheriff Deputy says he'd been "swigging" whiskey before he blew his head off.
(OOPS) Gerard J. Sniffen, III never had knee surgery, in fact, never had knee scars or leg scars of any kind. Another fine detail overlooked by the Dad who picked up the body from Alabama, flew it to Georgia––several days after the boy's Cobb County, Georgia funeral.
There were illegal gambling machines in Brunswick, NC where Amy Frink died, and where Officer Davina Jones was executed. NC former Judge Bill Gore is said to have made his fortune from them. There were illegal gambling machines in Knoxville, and in Kentucky. Hundreds of dead racing greyhounds were discarded, killed cheap and buried in Baldwin County, Alabama, and even today Troy King is wrestling with a prized campaign contributor, Milton McGregor, to get more and legal gambling opportunities for Alabama.
Anything illegal always goes to the ever-flourishing underground black-market. But then if gambling's legal it's often rumored as owned and operated by organized crime, so the South might consider benefits overall with any attempts to make the Southland, in fact the entire USA,
Few Americans are aware of our military, and that gambling machines are readily available for those overseas paid small salaries to guard our country. That the military is shaking the pockets of young military troops, while risking addicting them to gambling, is pretty incredible, to say the least.
Being a little facetious, for these particular tight-times, gambling might improve education like the lottery has, so that kids can grow up educated to find jobs in overseas American corporate-owned sweat shops. Gambling revenue might educate more American financial geniuses to further complicate the tax, and finance systems. The question is can casinos make money from jobless, homeless Americans? Will America become vacation land for wealthy foreigners to enjoy touring the nationwide casino junkets? Maybe their winnings can purchase the abandoned, repossessed homes and vehicles of today.
"In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth." - Sweet Home Alabama,
Lynyrd Skynyrd
One thing's for certain–– the same Bible Belt that tells a child a big, fat guy dressed in red squeezes through a square hole 1/4 his diameter each year, visits millions of houses in one night delivering billions of toys, and escapes thousands of lit fireplaces without being burned will believe a coroner's suicide ruling, a falsified police report, a dishonest executive, or a bent politician, without question–– every time.
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