Civil Rights and Human Rights

First I want to say, I am of sound mind, drug free, and have never had mental issues. The government has placed high energy uav weapons programmed at longitude and lattitudes that have a rotating axis, which means they hover at 25k-to 35k feet above air traffic, and move in rotation with the moon. Hidden to blend in the night sky to look like a star at first sight, but are just uav strobes, with high energy, magnetic resonance imaging, infrared tracking software, and noise variance software. All sustainable in flight with solar energy, maintenance free for years. They are using this tech on American civilians to tag , autononymously follow there every move 24 hours a day/7 days a week or until they die of a heart attack, brain cancer, organ failure, or organ cancer. They use high power microwaves to radiat the body, just like a MRI, causing sharp pains, high tension, head aches, high temperatures, eventually cancer, heart attack, or organ failure. This is military tech used in Baghdad, formed fit into a autononymously, but accessible uav unit, to spy, track, and torture anyone who has rubbed the wrong government entity the wrong way. They try to discredit , levy to say you have a mental ilness, or suffer from phsychosis, anyone who tells local authorities. This is the biggest kept secret in the United States, and most dishonorable, and heart wrenching behavior from people expose to be keeping this country safe. Along the way I have become someone of interest to them. On clear nights I see the autononymously uav following me, constantly radiating my body, it latches onto you just like your cell phone gets information instantly. 340,000 meters a second to be precise , but carrying high energy, radiating your body all the time. Imagine listening to a meteor with that cone looking gun, there doing that on a way more powerful level to United States citizens. Then gathering meta data off of it all. Just to be clear here, they are attacking to kill me. I believe this country deserves better than this, and the fallen did not die to be dishonoured like this. I know I have left some info out, yes hard to believe, but all true. I believe the truth will always rise above all lies and take it's rightful place in reality.

I am a registered nurse at Hershey Medical Center. I was assaulted by a patient while on duty. I have sustained two broken ribs because of this 2/6/2015, 2:15 PM: Aggravated assault. It has hurt me financially, emotionally, my loved ones, etc. I am seeking two things: Monetary compensation and for the security of the hospital to enhance the protection of the staff, and everyone in reality.

An officer broke my left arm while subduing me. He later called EMS and they cleared me on the scene stating that I was fine! I was not fine. My arm was broke. I then was sent to the county jail where they also refused me medical services and my phone call, or to contact an attorney. My face was also hurt and scraped with bruises on both of my arms.

When my ex and I split up I filed for custody of our daughter. She retaliated against me by filing a restraining order for domestic violence. In her statement she made accusations that I assaulted her. She brought no criminal charges against me. She has never called the police on me nor have I ever been arrested. The judge ruled that I was guilty of domestic violence because she felt like an assault had taken place. California law says that if a person has been found guilty of domestic violence it is in the best interest of the child to award the other party sole legal and physical custody. If an assault had taken place I should have been charged with a crime and given due process under the law. The court violated my civil rights when it ruled alone that I was guilty of assault. Due to the domestic violence restraining order I was not given any custody of my daughter and I had to have supervised visits with her. To make matters worse my ex testified in court that she had been reported for child abuse before but the court still gave her sole custody. There are other details that I would be happy to share.

I had a very valuable pregnant horse stolen from Sacramento County. After 6 months of documented falsified reports and cover up by Sacramento County Sheriff department, I was able to recover my mare and foal. The DA office refuses to press charges now that I have my property back. There is substantial evidence that a crime was committed, but they will not press charges.

My daughter was snatched by her hoodie and pulled across the room by her Teacher's Aide in her classroom. My daughter has a disability (Down's Syndrome).

I have suffered all of the civil rights restrictions that convicted felons suffer, and numerous other damages, such as denial of certain jobs, denial of military service, and emotional damages to fill another page. The Thurston County Superior Court and Washington State Patrol currently point the finger of blame at each other, so I cannot know which exact agency is responsible for these damages to me.

Go ahead and insult me, just don't insult my dog! I love that line in the movie Hidalgo, though Viggo Mortensen's character is speaking of his horse, the sentiment is the same. I tend to take it personally when my dog is insulted. I had to endure this over and over last week, while going through my first ADA lawsuit. A lawsuit that I felt compelled to enter into, with the worst altercation I have ever experienced with a business owner. Unfortunately, I went in quite naive.

Two years ago, I went into the Longboarder Cafe to get a bite of food to go. I had just shaken off nearly being mowed over by a jacked up truck driven by a Marine, by walking my dog down by the beach. I'd never been in there before, and thought the surfer motif was cool. I was in for a rude awakening. Literally.
While my dog lay beside me as I figured out what I wanted to order, trying to small talk with the two young waitresses up front, telling them about that new flattening by that driver, a woman suddenly appeared and gave my dog a disapproving look. "You know there's no dogs allowed in here" she whispered to the waitresses, as if I wasn't there. "He's my Service dog", I informed her. She turned to me and said "oh yeah? Then where's his yellow vest?" In a scoffing tone. Taken aback by her tone, I figured perhaps she had the idea that a legit Service dog is a flubsy Golden Retriever from Canine Companions for Independence. I told her it was a blue vest, and it was in the wash. By law, a Service dog is not required to wear a vest. Obviously it helps, and it signals to others that the dog is a working dog. But there are occasions where it's just not convenient to dress the dog, like going into a place of business for a few minutes.

"Well then,where's his papers!?" she asked next, walking from behind the counter, to about three feet from my face, holding her hand out. I thought I'd try to diffuse the situation through a bit of wry humor..."what do you mean? His AKC papers?" Bad idea. It pissed her off more. "What school did he go to?" Obviously she saw me as an impostor, trying to put one over on her. I held my ground and told her that he was raised and trained by myself, as was my choice. I decided to see if I could find my ADA law card, which explained the federal law. I looked up at the waitresses and whispered "Is she always such a bitch?" I genuinely wondered, thinking poor girls had to work for such a nasty manager.
Then a young man said that it was his mom, and owner of the restaurant. Oh. I muttered that I was sorry. Sorry that I said it, and sorry that she truly did seem to fit the bill. Sorry that nobody seemed to want to be on my side. "And her husband is a cop, so I think she knows the law" he added.
One would think, right?

Couldn't find the law card. The proprietor suddenly started ranting about my dog licking her floor. I looked down, and saw that Borias was licking his paw, which he does sometimes. He was laying down, so maybe from a standing person's vantage, it did look like he was licking the floor, I don't know. But he wasn't, so I said to look closer. She screamed "make him stop!!" and that she was calling the police, and wanted me out of there NOW! That's when I informed her that she was asking illegal questions, violating my rights, and it was something I could sue over, and she would have to pay a penalty. She said fine, she was insured, go right ahead. Good grief, there was just no reasoning with this woman. I'm already a self conscious enough type, and there was an older gentleman dining fairly close to us there. I didn't want to continue arguing with this unreasonable person. I asked to have her name put down on their business card, so that I could leave, and decide what to do. They were even resistant about that.

There was a news article published about it at the time, that can be read here.

In hindsight, I should have waited for the police, and even tried to get a witness on my side. Though this was my own personal business, and it would feel strange to bother someone for that. I ended up filing a police report, and got a referral to an attorney. I felt so humiliated by this. Little did I know that it would take two long years to bring it to completion. The proprietor was definitely up for a fight, and never offered to settle. We had a mediation, that was never completed when they said they had a witness. He turned out to be the diner sitting nearby, the one I was worried about disturbing. His deposition fully supported our side, though, with his reaffirming that I was told to leave because I had a dog, and pets are not allowed in a restaurant. After several postponements, due to a medical issue I'm dealing with, the trial was finally set for May 12. The jury request waived at the last minute, which my attorney felt was great for us.

The other side had three lawyers, and four witnesses, including her "son", who turned out to be her nephew, and the two waitresses. I found it ironic that this place named for surf culture, with a surfer motif, had such a mean-spirited, nasty proprietor. She had designer purse and shades, and poofed her lips out, putting on airs. What a crock. Definitely not what one would expect from someone who owned a surfer joint. I listened horrified, as every one of them lied through their teeth about what happened. They said that I was upset about being nearly hit just then (when it was 20 minutes before), and that my dog was "filthy, black with dirt, and mangy". Oh, and he smelled bad, too. Could they paint a worse picture? Apparently so. They went on to describe how he was out of control, wandering around, sniffing tables. Yet nobody could recall if he was on leash. They said he was slobbering on the floor, and the owner nearly slipped and fell on this huge pile of saliva. Unless you wave filet mignon in front of his face, my dog just doesn't drool. I sincerely doubt that licking his paw for a few seconds would cause any kind of large body of liquid on the floor. This was an outrage.

The defense tried to make it look like I "certified" my dog a month after the incident. That was a renewal of his license, and I had gotten state of CA Assistance dog tags in 2004, two years before the incident. I testified that he was trained by myself since puppyhood, that I was competent in dog training, and that my dog had a Canine Good Citizen, and a Companion Dog obedience title. I told the whole truth and nothing but the truth, as one is sworn to do. They showed pictures of other Service dogs who were allowed there, and testified how they had no problems with them. That everyone was allowed at their restaurant. I watched in disbelief as this woman pointed to the table she claimed my dog sniffed at, which was the one that the older gentleman witness was sitting at! She said that she had gone in the back, where she had a party of 30, while I tried to find the requested paperwork. That's when she was informed that I was up front, "ranting and raving" and pitching a fit. That I had called her a bitch. Twice. So she then decided that she was going to refuse service to me, and ask me to leave. And here's the kicker...it had nothing to do with the dog! Never mind that the whole testimony revolved around how horrible this beast was at the end of the leash. They had no choice because I had suddenly turned into some raving lunatic, simply because I was asked nicely to produce paperwork on him.

I had a gnawing in the pit of my stomach as we broke for a two hour recess, to await the final witness, this 70 year old theater critic, the diner eating a burger near my dog. My counsel has assured me that he was great for our case, since his deposition stated several times very clearly that I was told to leave because of my dog. We were on the second day, and the trial was going much longer than anticipated. I really began to worry about not having any witnesses, but was told that character witnesses didn't count. I was thinking it certainly couldn't hurt at this point! I hoped the fact that my trusty dog lay beneath the desk we were seated at for all those long boring hours, never moving. He only once let out an exasperated harrumph when we broke for that recess, everyone laughed, and for one brief moment, the tension was lifted.

This last witness was put on the stand, as our hostile witness. I was told he was key to our proving our case, by what he said in his deposition. He was obviously an intelligent man, dry humor. A writer and theater critic. Appealing qualities to me, to be sure. He at least somewhat vindicated my dog's good name, when he said he didn't recall him smelling or looking bad, or sniffing at tables. He was laying down. Though he did say that he kind of remembered someone nearly slipping. But when my attorney asked about my being asked to leave because of my dog, he paused, and said that he now believed his deposition was inaccurate, and that I was asked to leave because I was causing a disturbance. To use slang, I was "causing a scene".

I could see my attorney's face turn red. This was obviously very bad for us. My stomach churned when I heard the guy say that he was saying all this, because he "wanted to see justice served". Did he really remember it this way? Was he not listening until things started to get more heated with the proprietor? Did he not hear the woman's condescending demands?? Perhaps it's because he still felt that I was in the wrong, having a pet dog there. In his day, a dog that helped the blind was most decidedly certified. He made a big point of that, as if society was better then. My attorney tried in vain to get him to admit it was the dog that was the issue. It just seemed to irritate him, the defense, and alas, the judge. My attorney believes that this witness comes from an era where there were no disability rights. He said "They built a ramp..." implying that this restaurant obviously was bending over backwards to accommodate us.

I felt I had one last chance to shine, when I was put back up on the stand. To my dismay, my attorney just asked me things he did in the beginning, things we had gone over. I was there all of five minutes, and my chance was gone. I felt like blurting out how they were lying, that I was only defending myself, and my dog. But you can't, that's not the way the game is played. I suppose the damage had been done already anyway, and the proverbial feather was tipped in the defense's favor.

The judge didn't even take a recess to mull things over. Though he assured us that he had thought about it last night, and during our breaks. He said that we did not show burden of proof, and ruled in favor of the defense. I was heartbroken, and in shock. It wasn't so much about the money, (my attorney only asked for the 4K penalty assessment, and a 5K punitive damages), though I was looking forward to getting my dog help for his ongoing back problem.OK, and I really, really wanted this new all terrain wheelchair, that would allow me to go on the sand at the beach, something I've longed to do since I could walk on crutches as a kid. But it was really about the principle of the thing. Justice was not served. They committed perjury and got away with it. They had an advocate in this witness, who was so motivated to see they win, that justice would be served, he changed his testimony in order for that to happen. How ugly. Justice??
...if only he really knew.

I went downstairs, and looked up on the wall to see the words "Liberty and Justice for All". Evidently not. Naive of me, perhaps. I walked back to my car, with my dog giddy with happiness to be out of that boring courthouse and into the fresh downtown air, bouncing around trying to make me laugh. I found a ticket on my car, saying that I parked outside the stall. I looked at the other side, to find I was about 4 inches on the white line. We got in, turned up the radio, which happened to be playing one of my favorite bands, Pearl Jam. I took Borias to Mission Bay, and we went for a run at one of his favorite spots. Trying to shake off the ugliness that happened those two days.

I thank God for my dog. He is my heart. He keeps me sane in an all too hostile world. I'm not sure what to do from here. I feel so violated. My attorney won't appeal, and nobody else will for me, as this was a factual decision by the judge. I wish I could get the word out to people in the community...to other Service dog owners, and to surfers, to boycott this restaurant. Until or unless they give me...and my dog, a public apology. That's all I want. Justice.

Had a probation search on January 17th, 2008. I am a disabled person by federal law. My b/f who is on probation had a probation search at our residence. The police repeatedly harrassed me and threatened me over an arrest although I didn't do anything wrong. This was a issue of a tip by the Narcotics Task Force that stated my b/f was selling heroin out of our home which he was not, he has been 100% clean for over 2 yrs.
They found my hash oil in a planter outside of our coach, and arrested him instead. Hash oil for my medical conditon is legal and I have proof by my attending doctor that I am allowed to have cannibas in any form for chronic pain. They searched our residence for Heroin which they did not find, only hash oil and now are trying to strike him out with the loop holes of CA 3 strike laws. He didn't do anything wrong. Due to the nature of the cannibas oil I had placed the pot in a planter outside of our home in a planter, due to him being on probation and not knowing if hash oil was legal until I had spoken to an attorney in the expert field of cannibas. He said it was legal and the police had no right to do a illegal search other then for heroin which was never found. My boyfriend was my primary care giver due to my medical conditions. He has been in custody for over 5 months now at our local county jail with a absurd bail of 116,000.00 thousand dollars. I suffered from extreme emotional distress, and general damages, with damages done to the inside of my travel trailer through the police and their actions.