Portal To Hell Chapter One

It’s the fifth grade and I have just moved from DC to Portal. Georgia. Evidently I have been placed in the reject class. There is a class that’s quiet, and disciplined and educationally focused. However evidently I was not placed in it because I suppose in the portal’s view I 3as not good enough. How do I know about this class? Well the Country that portal to hell is in states that children must be instructed at their educational level in reading and math that is so I have to move to the sic high class class for reading and I see how quiet and respectful these students are.

Meanwhile in social studies I get to see the students in my class leaving the class in this wall free school to do cartwheels, play tricks on the teacher, and do whatever. My fifth grade mind thinks wow, they will never get a job like that being disrespectful to the teacher and just being plain out bad……….

In undergraduate school, my boyfriend is a Martin Luther King fanatic. He has every book, every speech everything. It was then I read Martin Luther Kings book and he bragged about being bad. He said when he got stressed he would jump out the top floor window of his families home. That’s not particularly bad but he thought it was. Then Ben Carson bragged about being bad. He beat up his brother. So I guess being bad in portal was a badge of honor. Unfortunately, in my prior location in the Nation’s Capital where many of my kindergarten classmates ended up as doctors, we were not bad but actually wanted the teachers respect and love.

Well we are all adults now and everyone is employed now especially the bad ones. It finally dawns on me that no one bothered to behave in class unless you wanted to be a doctor like maybe the high class class did. However believe it or not everyone had their job secured at birth. I’ll put it to you how L put it to us at the third university I attended: my uncle works for the postal service, I just need two years of college and I have a job being gay he does the fag dance, fag dance as he says this. Though he is goofy and literally looks like Mickey Mouse’s best friend Goofy we are happy for him because we think that society holds a job and promise for young intelligent individuals.

Not so, not so, our society has no place for the young and intelligent of us in those high places, only the well connected who may not be so smart. I think about my friend R and S. Two very intelligent people collecting certifications and degrees like candy but not quite getting the job.

I am almost a PH.D level Psychologist but have two statistics courses and a dissertation to write. I am self made. No one has helped me along the way. I have actively been a victim at every turn in this town portal to hell. The thing about portal is excellence in intelligence and traditional smarts is hunted down and squashed. They hope to squash and destroy it at an early age among a certain populace. Beautiful girl is an example I could think of, she hade everything beauty brains a perfect test score and kept getting mysterious letters from the other side of town to come to their schools, unfortunately the gatekeepers just like her hired by these schools to preserve their purity would literally try to destroy her because she was like them and that’s what they were hired for. So she was shy and did not talk and got recess taken away because she was not a heavy talker. Then maybe an hour ride to the school turned into two hours because of a group of chain stores were being built in the area and then a good girl got detention for waking up at 6am to go to school but still ended up being three minutes late and just refused to fight after that. This was portals way if there was a book written about the psychological needs of anyone portal did not know about it. Portal was actually a training ground for unofficial slavery for their province. Be bad be mean but be on time and show up. You did not even have to complete the task or do it well just do something and that’s how they trained them.

Portal since it was controlled by people who they were controlling also hunted down their homies vendettas. If you don’t like this person and we like you portal would find a way to destroy this person through egregious and unbelievable lies. Lies that not even a two year old could find believable but it worked for them…..

Portal to hell has a real portal to hell because of the evil in this town and I have seen it. To be continued

Law Suit Update Case Dropped I got the Dates Mixed Up (also general update)

An important court date was set two weeks after my father died and I got the dates mixed up.  As a result of my non attendance at this very important court date my case was thrown out.  While I was tempted to appeal and reopen the case.  The practice of law even as Pro-SE is an extremely draining experience and combined with attorneys who represent clients who tell any sort of lie like the folks at Vision Works it becomes shocking.  Some attorneys are literally gum on the bottom of a shoe.

As for me personally I am still afraid of stores in the Dekalb county area.  While with my dad I spent time in the Greensboro southern Virginia area and I could literally breathe loved the people loved the quality of the products and had a generally pleasant time in these two areas.   As I return to Georgia the old feelings of fear and trepidation have returned I think I heard an Employee in Kroger saying extremely derogatory things about me to a customer, I went into Quiznos in Lithonia  and was given a rotten salad.  As for Quiznos I have not figured out if it was deliberate or if they really give people rotten salads, furthermore this was my second visit in a week and the second time they overcharged me can they really be that dumb to overcharge me twice.  I returned from Virginia because of a stop sign case I spoke with the solicitor general for Dekalb and agreed to take a defensive driving course, However would you believe I was placed on probation for a stop sign violation, its not even a misdemeanor, its an ordinance and I will have to pay forty dollars for the pleasure of being on probation.  WELCOME BACK TO DEKALB COUNTY GEORGIA THE HOME OF FEAR FOR ME

Raising The Bar: Whatever You Do, Do Not Vote For R. Joy Walker Chief Judge of Recorders Court For Dekalb County For Superior Court Judge In Dekalb County!

If anyone has read this blog in the past they may know that after taking my daughter’s glasses to vision works to be fixed last year after a few months of wear, I left the mall and was very falsely accused of stealing a pair of glasses.  I did not have and never have stolen any glasses.  I protested this at the time I was accused because I was afraid and I think if someone will falsely accuse you of stealing something they will do anything to you.  I was charged with disorderly conduct when I became hysterical because I was falsely accused.

Raising the Bar

There is a new show coming out called raising the bar.  I heard about it yesterday and it’s supposed to expose how justice in the United States has a bloody eye and why young attorneys do not want to continue to practice law.  I know what they mean because I have been through it personally, the injustice, and also being represented by a brilliant young attorney who I often think does not deserve the treatment meted out to her by recorders court in Dekalb County.

In the Court of Dekalb County Recorders Court essentially traffic court, there are many horror stories walking through there.  My mother was fined 600.00 for a cat.  I appeared in court years ago and told the judge I did not have the money to pay my ticket and she told me  I would be put in jail until I paid what amounted to a seventy dollar ticket.   I did not have the money. I explained to the judge.  She immediately sent me to jail.  My family came and paid the ticket within several hours and when I got out I wrote the Department of Justice on the Court.  I learned that later that year, they were no longer sending people to jail for not being able to pay their traffic fines.    These are just two of my and my family’s experiences that I thought were rather extreme in Dekalb County Recorders Court.  Here is a link to several blog entries about experiences in Dekalb County Recorders Court as presided over by R.  Joy Walker.

Average Life tells of hearing one fine on their automated system and being asked to pay another, Comments to this blog go into detail about their terrible treatment too.  One commenter talks about receiving a summons to appear at 8:00 pm.  The commenter also states he was carted off to jail for a ticket that he had already paid.

This blog talks about a ticket that could not be found in the system! You have to scroll to find it.

A Man Blogs His Experience with Dekalb County Recorders Court

Southern In-hospitality is self explanatory

Now that you have a true idea of what’s going on.  I’m going to tell you something so shocking that it will make you pull your hair out.  It will make you say, what is happening in the United States and make you seriously question whether some counties and states are bound by the constitution.  I have written the FBI and the GBI because what you will read here is just all out corruption and judicial misconduct.  I appeared before this court on a disorderly conduct charge.  The Chief Judge of this Court is running for Superior Court Judge we can not allow her to have power over people who may go to jail for years. We must preserve some semblance of justice in our court systems and further more we can not afford the embarrassment if she is investigated and found to be corrupt.  Do Not Vote For this Woman!

In any event this is what I want to tell you.  The last message I left for the attorney that represented me on the charge of disorderly conduct who went before the court and had the charges reduced to creating a disturbance, an ordinance rather than a misdemeanor  went something like this.  I’ve called the court and the court is claiming the charges were not reduced, am I crazy, did I just imagine the charges being reduced.  I know I spoke to the attorney that took your place, (the attorney that represents me now practices in a higher court.)  He told me that the judge had agreed that it was a mistake and would change it.  I went to get a disposition of the case  and the woman at the information desk told me that there were now two dispositions in the system, she did not know which disposition to certify.  I had to wait for the judge to get out of court. I waited and the judge stated the charges were never reduced.  Am I crazy I repeated.  I am quite confused now as I ‘m talking to the answering machine.  For them to treat an attorney this way, my brain is swirling, she might be in on it too, maybe she does not remember either.  I ask one more time because at this point I’m going to call the FBI and the GBI if she calls back and tells me that she remembers what I remember.  She calls back a day later and says yes the charges were reduced and the other attorney did speak with the judge about the reduced charges and she has the documentation.  I am floored OK, I am relieved I am not crazy.  The charges were reduced but the court had me plead guilty to reduced charges and then changed the charges back.  I suddenly realize that I am living in a banana republic.  I realize that in the United States blacks are allowed to oppress other people and not held to any sort of accountability because we were once slaves and segregated, and instead of holding certain blacks accountable they are allowed to do anything they want to do to assuage white guilt.  I should not be living in a banana republic.  I live in the United States.  Yet corruption and unfairness rule in my part and color of the world.  HELP I may as well be In Hussein’s Iraq!

911 is an Extreme Joke in my town Neighborhoods, Muslims and Empty Houses

You know there used to be a popular song called 911 is a joke in your town. Today for various reasons I saw that 911 is an untrustworthy and unreliable number in my part of Dekalb County Georgia. It has become such a joke in my eyes that when I hear Police or Po PO stories from fellow citizens I urge them to blog about their experiences with the police which is turning into a Stephen King Book that I am currently reading called Desperation and the connection so far with this modern Horror story which I am not particularly into modern Horror because it is a little to bloody for me I prefer ghosts and vampires; In any event from what I’ve read about so far it’s about this crazy sheriff who plants marijuana on any individual that comes remotely near the town and puts them in jail, kills anyone he wants, and basically makes up the rules as he goes, in essence throwing the book out the window. While my police story is not a Stephen King novel I have been shown consistently over and over in the town that I live in that the folks riding around in blue or grey cars appear not to have any rules to govern them besides the rules of the IQ of a southern state that ranks between 47th and 49th in education. I have seen rules and policies announced on TV that would appear to be against the constitution and against the rights of citizens proudly touted on TV, an example being their new citizen phone system where a key person in the community is given a phone number to call officer friendly whenever they feel that there is a problem, Georgia being between 47th and 49th in education there is no speculating on who this may be, a drinking buddy, a relative, a lover -whatever, The Sheriff was shot in my town by another Sheriff. I thought about this policy today as I waited for my young daughter and her friend to come out of the dollar store housed beside the $5 dollar pizza house which I had already decided not to patronize after running into a grade school buddy in there who I did not like and after yesterday and watching people promenade up and down the walkway opening pizza boxes and eating the pizza as they walked in and out of stores in the strip mall I am questioning whether I will even go to this strip mall again. This feeling is further confirmed by a visitor to five dollar pizza haven who drove up in a humongous truck opened the door and promptly preceded to knock the crap out of my I’m glad, I’m small can get a parking space in the city vehicle. As the door swung open a young man hopped out and preceded to open the door for another person who knocked my car again, then I thought he was trying to be nice by buffering himself between the car and the truck so he would not hit again bang again, and as soon as he preceded to move I realized that he had been laying against the mirror and my mirror which is bendable jumped back into place after his rest on it. They enter five dollar pizza heaven. I steam. Finally they walk out and I hear the little guy who tried to protect my little car suggesting that rather than hit my car, they should back out obviously the driver nixes this idea and instead of the car protector coming FAT BOY emerges and precedes to bang my door, I try to hop out of my car and accidentally bang their door. The driver a woman runs around and hollers at me for banging her door. I finally tell her maybe it’s necessary for us to dial 911 and file a police report. The response this woman gives me is go ahead I have many friends in the police department. 911 IS A JOKE IN MY TOWN !!!!! I respond with well I’ll send your license number to the chief and let him know that you are above the law. She leaves, since I am waiting for little girls, and the last thing I want is to enter the store to go get the children from dollar heaven. Several cars go in and out of the parking lot before I am forced to tell the girls that time is up; I want to add that not one car has hit my vehicle since the truck has left the parking lot. I finally emerge from the dollar heaven and am about to get in the car when a man attempts to engage me in conversation, I am not interested, I am pretty desperate but not that desperate. In any event I start my car and what has become my trademark a police car blocks me in, the banger woman in the huge truck with educator tags (keep in my our educational ranking) has called the police on me. Nothing happens, but the police wants to confirm if there is damage to my vehicle and says since my car seems sort of old no one could tell anyway and leaves. In my mind a wonder if this is a cell phone police call or a 911.

Further on through the day. We have muslims who live in our neighborhood and we have had various types of muslims in our neighborhood for years. I have worked with and attended school with muslims and have always been impressed with their studiousness and their work ethic up to the point of the moving in of the black robes. The new muslims are clothed in black, don’t attend any school, they say they are homed school but play outside all day. When they first moved in I assumed they were Iranian because the mother had pale white skin and the children ran the gauntlet in paleness. I would soon discover that they were not native muslims but were an interracial couple the mother was a white woman form New York and the father was a black man from Detroit. I discovered this during the Bobby Cutts search for his lovers body after informing the mother to please keep her cat off of our property because he had scratched a hole in the screen door and because of this we could not open our door. She preceded to go into the Bobby Cutts ordeal and say DAMn he’s fine several times and say he’s going up the river for killing a white woman/ She then told me her history and explained to me her religion. One tenet of the religion which horrifies me is that they believe girls can get married when they get their periods, this horrifies me and everytime my child’s bus is a little late which it has been at least three times this year because my child’s bus has been in three bus accidents this year. My thoughts go to this conversation and I am afraid that the man across the street with his family clothed in black robes has kidnapped my daughter who is the spitting image of Hallie Berry. I have had nightmares of black roped people peaking in the house and I wake up screaming. In any event back to yesterday. When I arrived home I learned that an adult family member had had words with the male muslim because his children had been throwing their ball into the yard and hitting the parked car, this was in line with what I had experienced before leaving home as another Muslim child had been riding an office chair down the hill and hitting my car with the office chair with her body in it. I also learn that they had words about the abandoned house across the street. The conversation went into why are you playing in the yard of an empty house and not your yard. Are you not aware that this is not done by normal people? As I exit the car I see an adult woman and children have taken over the yard and our playing dodge ball in it. This person I realize is the mother of the child that I’ve just taken to the store with my daughter. The girls run to the yard I tell my daughter, you don’t play in the yard of an empty house this is trespassing. She comes home and her friend leaves with her and they continue to play happily for hours but the folks never leave the yard. Finally the man emerges from the house and starts to talk to the family of my daughter’s playmate. As time goes on suddenly they have covered their heads and their street clothes with a hood and a covering. I continue to watch and finally I have to call out to the mother who has daughters ages seven, twelve and fifteen, that she does realize that they will try to marry her daughter odd at twelve and as soon as they get their periods. I holler that this man’s wife gave me this information. They ignore me. As dusk approaches they still have not left the yard and my son precedes to ask me if the people across the street are going to kill us, he goes through the house locking every window and saying that he has no plans of sleeping because he does not want them to break into the house and hurt us, He reflects that he attends school with muslims and they are very quiet and smart and does not understand why these particular muslims act this way. Finally I get enough and call the police, I explicitly tell the police that I do not want to talk to the police and I do not want my name revealed this is anonymous, though they still ask for my name. Finally the police do arrive, by this time the man is sitting down and the black robed woman have formed a semi circle around him. The police talk with him, and they knock on our door and ask for my name my family is unaware that I have called so they tell the police no one has called from this house. In any event the police refuse to run them away from this empty house and my son overhears them say that unless the owner calls that they can do anything they want to do in the yard, which I know for a fact included in the past the mans young son throwing a ball at the garage window of the empty house and breaking it, which I have observed in this particular day that I called, children throwing balls on the roof of the house. 911 leaves and they stay in front of the empty house. 911 IS AN EXTREME JOKE IN MY TOWN!