"I Am An Agent Of..."

 

 I don't know where these people came from. All of a sudden the courts are filled with people who say they aren't who they look like and have a right to travel without any interference from the law.

Is there a school they attended where they are taught to be as obtuse and confusing as possible while using lawyerly jargon? 

It is maddening to watch these morons make a mockery of the judicial system. Unfortunately, most judges try to be patient because they don't want to be seen as being partial, yet these dumbasses continue to waste the court's time with their frivolous nonsense. 

I just watched a man on YouTube, who was charged with some motor vehicle misdemeanor which would have probably involved a $50 fine. Instead, he now has to face a jury, and was held in contempt three times at a cost of $100 each. 

Apparently they don't like being told what to do, especially by the government. They are usually poor and uneducated. They struggle to live in a society of checks and balances. They feel ignored, yet at the same time, targeted for being the stupid stumps they prove themselves to be.

I have never had to stand before a judge, but my ex husband, 'David,' got in big, big trouble. I'm assuming if he had known back then about this sovereign citizen shit he would have gone for it in a heartbeat, and probably would have gotten ten years just for annoying everyone. He's that kind of guy. I read an article where one of Elon Musk's former employee's said Elon liked to crack jokes, obviously thinking he was the most amusing individual in the room. Yeah, that was my ex. He never could read a room.

When we had been married a couple of years, David came home one Saturday afternoon after supposedly searching for car parts and told me he was going to buy a house which had a commercial building on the property. Uh, what? He never consulted with me, never asked my opinion, he just decided that's what he wanted. He thought he could make loads of money by renting out the building and he could go waterskiing on the Chain of Lakes every weekend.

I hated the house on sight. Walking inside was no better. The tenants before us owned several dogs who had urinated on the moldy carpet. The basement was a breeding ground for mice. I noticed them one night as two crawled up my arm while I was bottle feeding my newborn. The house was one car length away from the main highway, with a busy restaurant across the street. 

I kept my pessimistic thoughts regarding the move to myself because I knew if he didn't get this he'd blame me forever. He was not a business man, but little did I know how bad it was going to become.

There were two large rooms in the commercial building so David could rent out each section. The front of the building was eventually rented out to a nice elderly man,'Gus,' who did small maintenance repairs. 

The second man, 'Ed,' who rented the back room, sold used cars. In the middle was an office they both shared. Naturally my ex never vetted either one. Cash was enough to not ask any questions.

I was not home the day the police came and entered the building. The only one there at the time was Gus, who had no idea what was going on. When a detective asked if he could go through the desk Gus gave consent.

Ed was dealing in stolen cars. There were dozens of unsigned titles in the desk and a substantial amount of cash. Everything was taken from the desk as evidence. 

Since all this business was done nonchalantly, with no lease or contract signed between my husband and Ed, David was responsible, and charged with running a chop shop. He hired a lawyer his father used as a tax consultant. He was a doddering old man whom I suspected was at the beginning stages of Alzheimer's. We were not in a good place. At one point David asked me if I'd get in a car and run off with him. He glared at me when I told him, no.

After several months the trial before a judge had finally arrived. David had the audacity to ask me to bring our baby into the courtroom to garner sympathy.  Fortunately, his father was in the room with us and told him that was not going to happen.

I guess I could have gone into the courtroom that day. Instead, I waited out in the hallway, pacing the length of the courthouse corridor. It seemed an eternity until David eventually walked out, his face red and downcast. He had been sentenced to five years probation. He was lucky. He could have gotten up to fifteen years in prison, just for being an idiot.

As for the man who got away with stealing cars...

A few months after the verdict when life changes were made, such as deciding, together, to sell the property and try to start anew, we got news Ed had been murdered.

A few nights prior, his stepson had walked into Ed and his mother's bedroom and shot them both. His mother survived and eventually forgave and stood by her son. We once saw her in a grocery store about a year later. She recognized David, grabbed her purse and ran out of the store. 

I stayed with David another seven years until I finally said enough. But that's for another day.

*I can't recall the real name of Ed or his stepson. I've searched with nothing coming up.