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the pen is mightier than the sword, thus the sword defends the pen, and other liberty and justice for all street law news from Key West
Over the years, one of my old childhood friends in Birmingham, Alabama, has remained in contact with me. Mat emailed yesterday:
How does it feel to be back practicing law again? You were pretty damn good at it in your day IMHO. MJ
Dang, tried to find a photo in my gallery to express my sentiments, but can’t figure out how to do that with this email account, too newfangled for dinosaurs, Windows 10.
It would be easier if I had a word processor that has all the legal forms and formatting.
It would be easier if I had a real secretary at law.
It would be easier if I was not the DEFENDANT, but maybe it’s moving toward that, dream on.
Maybe Oliver Stone will make a movie out of it.
Who will play Cha?
[the black woman who lived in our home and raised me and my younger brother and sister as her own children]
That sounds like a different movie than the one I’m in right now, but then, maybe I will dream about Cha tonight. I don’t imagine she would approve of me getting myself involved in this here lawsuit. I go back and forth in myself daily about whether or not I should have gotten myself involved in this here lawsuit.
Well, Plaintiff Haney sure did have it in her mind that I should become a lawyer again, in some fashion; and many people over the years have encouraged that, chastised, or pounded, me for being poor, when I could be practicing law, which never made me a living wage when I did it.
Maybe, some day, I will have a better handle on all of that.
There were two wrecks on the bus route tonight. The first, the bus driver cleverly navigated around by going into the airport on one road he was not supposed to use, and coming back out to the main road going wrong way on one-way street, which bypassed that wreck. I think he had gotten permission from HQ and the police to do the one-way backward.
The other wreck was on the US 1 bridge just below Lower Sugarloaf Key, where the Sugarloaf Lodge, the famous bat house, and the Sugarloaf airport and skydiving center are. Someone going too fast leaving the lower keys, passing dangerously, got into I think a 3-car mess. No bad injuries according to a lady deputy sheriff, but some vehicles were trashed. Took a while to get the southbound lane cleared and traffic moving slowly. Instead of alternating southbound with northbound, they just kept letting southbound move. I finally said on the bus, I supposed that was because the southbound traffic was headed to Key West, to spend money, and we were headed away from Key West, after spending money there today. Ha, ha, that got around the standing room only shuttle bus pretty darn quick.
I just can’t seem to behave, Mat. Was I like that when I was a kid?
[maybe he took the 5th]
In today’s Key West Citizen (keysnews.com:
Mayor, commissioners: Reconsider waterfront
I just want to say that I was on the City Commission when we acquired the Navy property at the Truman Waterfront, and I believe Commissioner Jimmy Weekley was also on the commission at that specific time.
When we obtained the property there was no doubt it was clear to the entire commission that this was the last piece of waterfront property on the island for the residents of our community. The intent was to turn this property into a very nice passive park for everyone.
I said at the meeting that there would be no commercialization of the park, with the exception of a marine supply and repair shop for the marina — period. There would be no restaurants, hotels or any other commercial business.
I don’t know who you folks are talking to, but I’m not hearing any support for an amphitheater simply because cost, unreasonable traffic congestion, horrendous parking problems and the noise will be unbearable for the residents in that area.
Mayor and commission, think about our residents and not the almighty dollar from the hotel and amphitheater. Keep it passive and relaxing for our residents. Just do a nice landscaping with nice shade trees, picnic tables with roofs and permanent barbecues like we had at the Higgs County Beach.
Any of the commissioners who voted for the green light on the project can bring it back on the agenda for reconsideration. Do the right thing for our residents, not always the money — that’s the corporate world.
My own uninvited thoughts:
I used not to care for Harry Bethel. However, he was one of the ringleaders for blowing the whistle on Lower Keys Medical Center’s hospital management company gouging residents and visitors alike.
Now Bethel has reported something that happened before I started attending city commission meetings in 2002, about which I know nothing. About which, apparently, even Jimmy Weekley knows nothing, given he himself has not, to my knowledge, told the public what went on during that past city commission meeting quoted by Harry Bethel. I think Jimmy was mayor, then.
What am I to make of that? What are the people of Key West to make of that? What are the current mayor and city commissioners to make of it?
Did Bethel make it up?
I don’t imagine so.
But if he did not make it up, why come the Citizen itself has not reported what went on during that past city commission meeting?
Maybe that’s a darn good question, too.
As for me, if the current mayor and city commissioners, including Jimmy Weekley, were really concerned about the city’s residents, especially the residents who keep the city running, the poor working stiffs. And the older people on fixed incomes, who once kept the city running, or in other ways contributed to the city’s wellbeing.
Why come the present mayor and city commissioners are moving whole hog into building a new city park the city does not need? A park estimated to cost nearly $60 million. When there is a lovely public park right next door: Fort Zachary Taylor State Park, which costs the city government nothing.
Why come they are not living up to their campaign rhetoric (rhetorical fluff) to tackle the city’s acute affordable housing crisis?
Why come they are not partnering with the Housing Authority, to build as many affordable efficiencies, one-bedroom and two-bedroom rental units on that FREE city land, as can be crammed onto it?
Aw shucks, that would put a serious dent in private landlords’ ability to gouge city residents with sky high rents.
The government ain’t supposed to compete with private enterprise.
It ain’t American.
Long live capitalism (greed).
Next today, an email yesterday from Naja Girard, co-publisher of Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com), published online every Friday, responding to Sloan being sued. The blue paper is our “tame” Al Jazeera newspaper. Goodmorningkeywest.com is the feral Al Jazeera.
This [below] from one of your posts a few days ago is really disturbing to me.
“She now has filed a motion for permission to file and Amended Complaint, in which she shifts from asking the Court to issue injunctions against me, to make me stop publishing about her and to take down everything I did publish about her (which I did a few days ago, at the request of my website host, whom she had contacted). She shifts to asking to be allowed to sue me for punitive damages, which she looks to collect out of my potential inheritance, if she wins and I, or my estate, receive the inheritance. I’d be more than happy to croak today, but that does not seem to be part of today’s adventures in paradise.”
The rest of Naja’s email to me was subsequently redacted by me, at Naja’s request, after she received an e-filing from Haney yesterday, in which Haney had sued Naja in Key West, for my publishing what Naja wrote to me yesterday. More about that in the next day’s post at this website.
I replied to Naja’s original email:
Thanks for your support, Naja.
Certainly, Haney was following my blog and knew my situation was grave. She said so in her first December Facebook message:
Sloan, I am following you on your blog and am concerned about your homeless state. I don’t understand why you don’t have an apt, house, etc. If you need money for a place I can help and so can a number of other people who you know on FB and elsewhere. Just ask.
Alas, my defense for publishing Haney’s and my Facebook and email correspondence hinges on she entered into a contract with me, I acted on the contract and changed my position substantially by moving to Birmingham, she decided she no longer liked the contract and threatened me with calling the police in on me (extortion) if I did not agree to abandon the contract, and I told her what would happen if she called the police in on me, and she called the police on me, and in doing that, she waived any rights she may have had to anonymity.
Whatever actually was going on in her head, or heads, is anybody’s guess. But what it looked like to me, by the time I returned to Key West and had pondered her and my entire history, was she had been courting me all along, in her own way, and, yes, she struck when I was down and out, living on the street, vulnerable. Then, she kept trying to tweak it, bend me to her will, even as she kept telling me there were no strings, for me to just take it easy, see how it went for 7 months. Then, finally, she decided she had made a mistake and the deal was off. I didn’t cave, she threatened me with the police, I didn’t cave, she called in the police.
The online correspondence shows what actually happened after Haney made her initial play in December. If you did not read the online correspondence when it was up on my website, before she got to my website host, I don’t see how you can know what actually went down. Same applies to Judge Helms. So, I suppose the message here for me is, I need to plead the online correspondence into the case, and I will send you a copy of that correspondence.
My understanding of what the website host wanted was, I could have left the correspondence up on my website, if redacted her first name, email address, telephone number, home address, home telephone number, and anything else that would actually identify her, or her bank account, credit card, etc. That was more work than I felt like had the juice to do, so I copied that file and saved it elsewhere out of public view. Then, I killed that file, and every post I had published about her and me starting last December. Going back through all of those posts and redacting everything but her last name was more than I was up for.
Yet, all of that begs the issue, that none of it would have happened if I had not been living on the street, stretched to the max because of that, and because I was stressed to the max financially due to having to eat every meal in restaurants and/or grocery stores, because I was banned from KOTS for life, thus from the soup kitchen for life, and my $740 per month Social Security benefit prevented me from getting food stamps.
And even that begs the issue, that I have a full-time job at which I work all the time, even when I’m asleep, and society does not recognize that job, nor does society pay me a living wage for doing that job, or provide me housing for doing that job. As far as society is concerned, I’m a bum. Add lazy to bum. And dirt bag. If I were being paid a living wage for what I do for society, none of the above would have happened.
Once I went back to living on the street, sleeping outside at night, I began to decline physically and emotionally. I started giving up. Kari going haywire exacerbated that. She had been the thing in my life that had caused me to want to keep living. Now there is nothing doing that. I have no place in society. Society has no place for me. Haney simply brought that to a screaming head.
Had she held to her original promises, maybe during that 7-months rest in Birmingham, something would have shaken loose and I would have been okay financially, or in a new living situation. But she did not stick to her promises, and I knew I was a gonner if I returned to Key West to resume living as I had been living, and that’s why I did not cave to Haney’s extortion; that’s why I stood pat. I hoped she would come around, even as I didn’t think she would.
P.S. Since Haney was reading my websites, she also knew about my potential inheritances, which I had described in detail in posts at those websites.
I then sent Naja three emails. The 2nd contained Haney’s and my Facebook correspondence. The 3rd contained Haney’s and my email correspondence, after Haney switched from Facebook to email – much more than the Facebook.
The 1st email:
Text of email to me from Haney in 2009:
Every time I read something you have written it sounds like sour grapes, i.e., bitterness. When I think of all you accomplished in your life, i.e., children, education; and all that you have been born to, i.e., a good family and financial security, I think you are one of the most ungrateful, bitter, people I have ever run into. What are you doing to alleviate the homeless problem in Key West, etc? Instead of always complaining and whining, why don’t you use what’s left of your life to change the world for the better. I can’t see any redeeming qualities in your bitter diatrites. Get honest and stop playing games that people have to spend time trying to figure out. You are similar to a maze with no way to get or out. In order to see what’s inside you have to stand on top of it and look down.
Compare that email, to this Facebook message from Haney in February 2016:
Conversation started February 22
Hi Sloan, I just read your Major redoubt and was glad to know that more of the pieces of the puzzle are finally set in place. Major’s death was a huge loss to so many people. Although I only knew him briefly via tennis, I really felt so sad to learn of his death. I hope you are doing well. I also enjoy your ramblings. You are one of the best writer’s I have ever read. Take good care.
The ”Major redoubt” Haney was referring to can be seen by clicking on this link: Major Bashinsky suicide redoubt
What I endured internally writing just that one piece would have killed Haney, in about 5 minutes. It would have killed anyone I know, in about 5 minutes.
What I endured internally yesterday would have killed Haney, in about 5 minutes. It would have killed anyone I know, in about 5 minutes.
Same for every day of my life.
Recent Facebook chat with a part-time Key West resident amiga:
I finally finished reading her most recent filing, it made me wonder if she was after your possible future inheritance all along. Possibly marrying you if things had worked out, even probably surviving you but now going after it this way. It was the last lines that made me think that.
“The defendants capital assets include a future inheritance which the plaintiff herein elects as a remedy for her costs, compensatory damages and punitive damages.” Wow that’s a mouthful
That’s what it looks like to me, too. I think any sane person, who reads her and my Facebook and emails, would conclude that, despite her saying she did not want a relationship, that was precisely what she was hoping for, and that eventually we would get married, and in that way she would get to enjoy my inheritance. She knew from reading what had had published at my websites, what I stood to inherit, and when. Looks to me her Facebook message in February 2016 praising my writings, totally contrary to anything from her in the past, was her opening gambit. Then came her second move in December, offering to help me financially. At some point, she realized I was not going to change my spots to sue her taste, so she reneged and tried to get me to go along with it, and when I dragged my feet, she began the extortion attempt, threatening to sick the police on me, which is her way of trying to get her way historically, and when I did not cave in, she did sick the police on me. I had told her in plain English what I wold do, if she did that. She was not blindsided. She then went into the innocent victim mode. She sued me for an injunction, saying she was not asking for damages, because I was poor, lived on the street. She knew all along about my potential inheritances. Now that she has told the Court what she is really after, it probably is time for me to plead her and my online correspondence into the Court file, so the Judge can see what really did go down between her and me. So the Judge can see this is an elaborate scam, which reasonably could be argued dates back years. On top of all of that, what are her damages? Her reputation where she lives is terrible. She has misrepresented to (scammed) the court that she has a good reputation, which could be damaged. Her terrible reputation has not hurt her appraisal business. But she tells the court I have hurt her reputation and her appraisal business and thus her ability to make a living. On top of all of that, what I have published about her is true. So, there is no libel (defamation). She tried to extort me, then she told the Court I had tried to blackmail her. The truth is not in her. Nor, arguably, is sanity. I do not think an insane person is legally competent to file a law suit pro se. A legal guardian would have to be appointed by a court, and the legal guardian would bring the lawsuit.. The Judge really does need to hire a psychiatrist to evaluate Haney, via what she wrote to me and I wrote back to her, and her pleadings in this law suit she has filed, and to speak with her former husband and the chief of police and the city attorney of Leeds, Alabama, where Haney lives and works and habitually sues people and sicks the police on people.
If Haney is not checked by the Judge, I expect she will prosecute me, and burden the court and the legal system down here until the end of time, which is what her husband told me she did to him, and is what the police chief and city attorney told me she does to a lot of people.
Those two men seemed to be at their wits end, and the local judges, too, over Haney. They could not stop her. Perhaps they went at trying to stop her the wrong way. Perhaps they should have brought legal action to have her declared insane and a legal guardian appointed, and, even, have her confined to a state mental institution.
Her former husband told me that her psychiatrist had told him that he had detected 3, perhaps more, personalities in her.
Aren’t multiple personalities demonic manifestations?
Not necessarily, but can be. Psychic trauma can lead to multiple personalities. Her former husband told me her father had used a pistol, in her presence, when she was 7 years old, to blow out his own brains in the living room of their home. Then, her mother left her at home one day and never came back, and she ended up being raised by a relative, who did it because of social pressure. I deal plenty with demonic possession, demonic infection, demonic influence. It’s what I was trained by the angels to do. It is very dangerous work, dangerous for me. I try to be very careful and hope the angels are protecting me. I was thinking just this morning riding the shuttle bus into town, of a woman friend who got killed by a demonic attack, and of a priest in China who got possessed when he was doing an exorcism without any help, and someone knocked on the door to the room where he was attempting the exorcism and he got distracted and the demon got into him, and he spend the rest of his short, wretched life in prayer and mediation, trying to get back his own soul, which he did, just before he died. Reported by Father Malachi Martin in his chilling book, HOSTAGE TO THE DEVIL. About the Catholic rites of exorcism. The primer on demonic possession the angels arranged for me to read in the early 1990s. But their method of deliverance very different from the Catholic rites. And from what is read of Jesus casting out demons in the Gospels. The angels’ method is people start thinking and doing things differently one step at a time. For the rest of their lives.
Thank you for that information. Then it is no wonder ms H is like she is. And the part about the priest was very enlightening.
The priest’s part of that book was seriously sobering, it left me terrified of ending up like that priest because of something stupid, or ignorant, I did trying to help someone else. That priest was a good man. He simply got distracted, which, actually, was his fault, because priests are taught not to try an exorcism alone, that they need helpers, whom they school in what to do, what to expect, before the exorcism is attempted, and to make sure they are not interrupted by someone not involved in the exorcism, who just, for example, stumbles into the middle of it because there was no guard outside making sure that did not happen.
Sounds like what they say about making crystal meth..
My friend who got killed by a demonic attack was trying to help me recover some of my inheritance which I had given most of to my 3rd wife. My friend was put by the angels to intervene in my behalf, with my ex, who had a fit, but I told her it was not my doing, but maybe she should make a different settlement with me, since she had told me after the divorce that she had promised God that after her son was grown she would make a fairer settlement with me. All of which she then denied she had ever said to me. My friend was really putting pressure on my ex, to the point my ex called the feds in on her, but my friend was not deterred. She lived in another state, all this was happening by correspondence and telephone. By then, I was living in Birmingham, yet another state.
One day, in frustration, my friend asked me what was wrong with my ex? Why was she not coming around? Do you really want to know, i asked? Yes, she said. Demonic possession, i said. Whereupon, through the telephone, i heard my friend yelp and start screaming and yelling cussing at something attacking her and chasing her all over her home. I knew it was demon attack, and she knew it, but she kept fighting it back, the very worst thing to do, as I kept yelling into the phone for her to stop fighting and to let me handle it. Finally, reduced to a whimper, she stopped fighting it and running around inside her home, and I said, In the name of the Christ, I ask for protection. The attack stopped. Too late. Within about a month, my friend was diagnosed with a horrible, virulent cancer in both of her lungs. By the time she was diagnosed, she had lost nearly all of one lung. There was no hope to save the other lung. She got really mad at me, for bailing out of the lawsuit she had started, because I had run out of money paying the lawyer, who really did believe he could get a judge to adjust the final settlement. I told my friend the demonic attack was from my ex wife, and that had caused the cancer. I did not have the heart to tell my friend that I had been trying for years to persuade her to stop fighting all the time, let God fight in God’s way. If the demon had attacked me, instead of her, that day, I would simply have asked God /the angels, for protection, and either I got it, or I did not get it. Over the years, I have been demonically attacked, suddenly, and have asked for protection, and it came immediately. I definitely have been attacked several times over this thing in Birmingham, but it has been mostly on me to do something to defend myself, although I know I am getting some protection from the angels. A very steep learning experience for me, very difficult and dangerous work. Not meaning to pick on the woman in Birmingham. Everything I am arranged to engage on this world has demonic force behind it. Of that i have written many times, and of my dilemma and peril if I overstep, yield to my own demonic twin, which all people have one of. Even Jesus had a demonic twin. That’s what he wrestled during the 40 days in the wilderness, then the devil left Jesus to return at a more opportune time, it was written at the end of that passage.What was the more opportune time? That is not explained in the Gospels. About that I have written a number of times, too. Christendom will never accept the explanation I was given and published.
My left forearm has a sharp pain, which came on as I was writing the last thing to you. Left is the female side of a human body. I am left-handed. So, what did I say wrong, or not say that I should have said? First, I cannot day the woman in Birmingham is demonically possessed. She is troubled, for sure. If what her husband told me about her childhood is true, she should be really troubled. But it could all be psychological, an adaption to that horrible childhood trauma. And, yes, a demon could be making an opportunity of it, to get at me, or get me. For the demon knows what I was trained to do, and what I do, and it might be facing me in many venues I am engaging. That aside, the Devil returned to Jesus at the wedding, where the wine ran out and Jesus’ mother pushed Jesus to make more wine, and he said it was not his time, but she kept pushing and he did her bidding. The first recorded miracle in the Gospels. Christianity came to focus far more on that and the later miracles, than on the way Jesus lived and told others to copy. Christianity swapped that way of living, the steep and narrow path to salvation, for an easy, magical salvation formula, which the Devil loved. What the Devil does not love is people living as Jesus lived and told other people to live. The Devil does all possible to derail that “heresy” – works are the way to be saved by Jesus, works like Jesus himself did and told others to do.
If I had been on top of Jesus in Birmingham, I would have caved in and left Birmingham without a squawk. I would have not outed her online. I would have just moved on, as Jesus had told his disciples in the Gospels to do, when they found they were not welcome somewhere. I suppose that was the message at the Bham airport, when I bumped into my next (4th) wife in the line boarding to Atlanta, and we talked some, and I reminded her of when she sat with me at my father’s wake, and then the snake disguised as a minister started preaching down to the widow and talking about of my father’s money, my former wife hissed nearly loud enough for the avaricious minister to hear, “You cannot worship God and mammon!” She nailed him. I knew she bore a message to me in that line, but I did not see it, I don’t think. Just let it go, was the message. Well, I didn’t let it go, so the angels had to go at it another way. But then, if I had let it go, would it ever come out what I learned when her former husband called me, and then I talked with the chief of police and the city attorney of the city where she lives just outside of Birmingham?
In sum, I have no clue where this is headed. I have no clue where anything is headed.
I understand, i also wrestle with being as Jesus… I have Diane the blond staying in the church near me… & my brother just posted a huge house his daughter just purchased at 27 while i was looking up a waterproof cheap tarp to put into my cheap backpack with my cheap sleeping bag. How ironic i once grew up (lived) in a bigger house than hers & yet i am in shock that 2 people need anything that big. May Jesus help me keep my heart pure
At least when we die no one will be fussing over our stuff unless you receive another chunk of $
Another chunk of money is possible. I will worry about spending it properly. After I’m dead, I hope it’s no longer my problem. I think my daughters will end up with a lot of money if I don’t live long enough to collect it. If I lived that long, I will be 79, and even then it might be a struggle to separate it out between the different heirs. Here a am busting my ass, putting my soul on the line daily for KW and the Florida Keys, among other venues, and I can’t even afford a room in which to live. I hear from time to time how much this place needs me, how important what I do is, but where is the proof of that, when I’m living on the street? Sound’s like horseshit to me. What, 1,160 write in votes for mayor last year, and I got 106 of them, and the rest were for Mickey Mouse and so forth and so on. Over 1,000 voted against Mayor Cates, and against me. That told me plenty. Even if the 106 chipped in $10 a month, I could live inside. That’s not happening,, and that tells me a lot, too. I had hoped, perhaps insanely, the lavish offer to bring me to Bham and house me there for 7 months, feed me, provide a car, credit card, was God’s way of doing what the cheap folks in Key West and the Florida Keys would never consider doing. That was seriously nuts thinking on my part, it turned out. I’m an anomaly. Have been a very long time. don’t fit into anything this world holds dear. I really am not of this world, and that’s not going to change, even if I inherit a billion dollars. All that will really change is I would not be living on the street and I would have more financial ability to cause commotion. Seems that my job. Causing commotion.
Yes causing commotion i understand I’m trying to lay low of late. Sometimes i open my mouth too much so laying low will be my m.o. Do you have to wait till you are 79 to get any more income? Wow
If my stepmother dies, I get something then. The big pile, though, is locked up tight for several more years, and then there will have to be some discussing, agreeing. If I die early, my daughters get my share.