The churlish endomorphic Corrections Officer steps into my cell to glower “don’t you know how to make a bed?”
Blink. Blink. Yes ma’am, I do. But that cold chunk of concrete with the oversized overweighted doormat on it is not a bed.
20100925
Wrongful Imprisonment
I’ll try to fully explain later, but for now:
I am off to jail for the next 48 hours to re-serve time I’ve already served. The Hook may or may not have a story about it while I’m incarcerated.
I will say in brief:
One would imagine the twits who control the City and County would be doing everything in their power to keep me out of their Kingdom rather than repeatedly dragging me into it on purpose. They seriously seem to have all the logic and critical thinking skills of a dust mite, so, you know, duh!
Also:
Given that Albemarle-Charlottesville Regional Jail provides no parking for “weekenders,” and I am not local to the area, I’ll be leaving my vehicle at a place where it won’t get towed or ticketed, and hitchhiking the rest of the way there. Obviously I’m assuming I won’t wind up dead in a field but I figure I should have my travel plans on the record -- just in case.
Until next week:
Kiss, kiss!
20100924
Car 54, Wear Are You?
If you’re going to treat a courtroom full of people to a view of your backside for any length of time, do make sure your trousers aren’t eating your coattails.
20100923
20100920
5 For 5
If anyone wants to know why five non-Task-Force Officers -- represented by the accompanying pictures -- are soon to have every ounce of information about their respective lives efficiently rifled through by yours truly and potentially subsequently dispersed as humorously as muster-able in a feature spread on I HeArTE JADE, just ring up Albemarle County Commonwealth Attorney Denise Lunsford and ask: 434-972-4072
Oh, and, while you’re on the phone with Miz Lunsford, would you please tell her I thought the femdom-evoking-yet-flatteringly-flirty heels she wore today were waaaaay to drool for?
Oh, and, while you’re on the phone with Miz Lunsford, would you please tell her I thought the femdom-evoking-yet-flatteringly-flirty heels she wore today were waaaaay to drool for?
20100915
Yap
I have a Vivicam25 I purchased months back in lieu of a traditional throwaway. It’s not that great but I figured, rather than splurge on a new high-quality digital, I could make do with the thing until Law Enforcement is compelled to return the equipment that they stole. Unfortunately the maker, Vivitar, is one of those cruddy companies that forces you to use their institution’s software to transfer your snapshots to your computer. Since I couldn’t find the CD for it, I went looking on the web for a downloadable driver. Waddayano? It wound up being a disposable camera after all!
On the up-side, I realized I could use the USB cable that came with the worthless appliance and finally get at some antecedently-unseen-by-me photographs I’d taken with another device at the JADE office back in, golly, I think 2008. Getting to view years-old images -- that even BCI Special Agent Jason Trent and associates had combed through before me -- was uber-elating, even if not all the stills were:
I recently asked Charlottesville Detective Todd Lucas if he minded that I’ve posted pictures of him on I HeArTE JADE. He wouldn’t commit to a direct answer but he did articulate specifically that because of the kind of work he does, he would prefer to be low-key. I quelled the temptation of then asking him how low-key it was for him to be featured in C-Ville.
Regardless of if the material itself is the same in both instances, there is a huge difference between “saving” and “documenting.” Surely you understand, my dear Stephen Cosgrove friend.
The other day I told a Virginia State Policeman I’m acquainted with that I think all VSP guys should have hot wives or girlfriends. Wahhoo baby, did he get Offended-with-a-capital-Oh! How big of a fruitcake do you have to be to feel insulted when someone believes you merit a total babe? No doubt the poor man frequently masturbates in the shower -- instead of pruriently sweatin’ up the bed sheets with the woman he picked to demonstrate how very unshallow he is.
My exceptionally creepy estranged husband went on an Internet rampage; posting on various sites, he proceeded to, under numerous identities, converse with himself about me and Task Force Officer Brian O’Donnell. And to think I married him for his intelligence and integrity.
I’ve heard from neither of my attorneys about either of my upcoming cases. I’d consider hiring a third lawyer but I reckon my job at Burger King doesn’t pay enough for that.
Does anyone have a clue what the Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement Task Force is doing these days? I mean, anyone besides The Game.
On the up-side, I realized I could use the USB cable that came with the worthless appliance and finally get at some antecedently-unseen-by-me photographs I’d taken with another device at the JADE office back in, golly, I think 2008. Getting to view years-old images -- that even BCI Special Agent Jason Trent and associates had combed through before me -- was uber-elating, even if not all the stills were:
____________ ♥ ____________
I recently asked Charlottesville Detective Todd Lucas if he minded that I’ve posted pictures of him on I HeArTE JADE. He wouldn’t commit to a direct answer but he did articulate specifically that because of the kind of work he does, he would prefer to be low-key. I quelled the temptation of then asking him how low-key it was for him to be featured in C-Ville.
____________ ♥ ____________
Regardless of if the material itself is the same in both instances, there is a huge difference between “saving” and “documenting.” Surely you understand, my dear Stephen Cosgrove friend.
____________ ♥ ____________
The other day I told a Virginia State Policeman I’m acquainted with that I think all VSP guys should have hot wives or girlfriends. Wahhoo baby, did he get Offended-with-a-capital-Oh! How big of a fruitcake do you have to be to feel insulted when someone believes you merit a total babe? No doubt the poor man frequently masturbates in the shower -- instead of pruriently sweatin’ up the bed sheets with the woman he picked to demonstrate how very unshallow he is.
____________ ♥ ____________
My exceptionally creepy estranged husband went on an Internet rampage; posting on various sites, he proceeded to, under numerous identities, converse with himself about me and Task Force Officer Brian O’Donnell. And to think I married him for his intelligence and integrity.
____________ ♥ ____________
I’ve heard from neither of my attorneys about either of my upcoming cases. I’d consider hiring a third lawyer but I reckon my job at Burger King doesn’t pay enough for that.
____________ ♥ ____________
Does anyone have a clue what the Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement Task Force is doing these days? I mean, anyone besides The Game.
20100908
A Change Of HeArTE
A black linen pencil skirt paired with an emerald green shirt, matchy-matchy patent leather skinny belt and sling-back pumps...
Today was my arraignment for the charge brought on by Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives Agent John Stoltz. There was also a hearing for an Order of Protection -- incorrectly but better known as a “restraining order” -- scheduled by the same officer. Oh yippee. Law Enforcement members must be safeguarded from being made fun of on the Internet, don’t-ya-know?
When I caught sight of the Greene County Courthouse, a flashback hit me full force: four years earlier anxiously glued to a rear bench inside that awful courtroom, me, in a multi-colored polka-dot shirt, jeans, a red rabbit-fur pom-pom scarf looped loosely ‘round my neck. The suited, decidedly-Irish-looking JADE TFO Mr. O’Donnell seated next to me, his knees relaxed apart, fingers comfortably intertwined, calmly reassuring me in whispers that facing down my accusatory husband would be okay -- that everything would be okay.
I vigorously shook my head to clear the reminiscence, pulled into an empty parking square, and appraised the surroundings. Mr. Stoltz’s eye-catching blue Dodge Charger was nowhere to be seen.
Once I was situated in the General District Court building, I noticed the Commonwealth Attorney, Ron Morris, and more memories of Mr. O’Donnell exploded like landmines in my brain. To distract myself, I focused on the many uniformed men muddling about. Checked me out some handsome Troopers. MmmHmm.
I was briefly entertained by some LaWanda Drama; the lively narrative of two local women beating “the devil” out of one another had many of the occupants in the room snickering.
By time I was called -- both first and last name pronounced wrong -- before the judge, I had learned Mr. Stoltz’s Order of Protection request had already been granted on a prior day. I’d been officially summoned to appear for the dang thing on this date. Not only did the ATF guy deliberately misquote and mischaracterize me, he’d circumvented me from defending myself from his malicious asseverations. How underhanded! I was informed I could appeal the decision, but, still, what the hell?
Due to the circumstances of my arrest -- my current Albemarle County attorney being a potential witness -- I was appointed another representative for this case. Good Lord, this is gonna get confusing.
As if I wasn’t feeling poo enough, to make it to my next destination I had to drive through an area where my estranged nearly-fifty-year-old husband would take the ten-year-old girl that he was sexually pursuing. Bile swirled in my stomach at the reminder and I raced to get out of the town before emesis.
For solace, I went all the way to Richmond to hang with the State policeman I’ve been seeing for months now. Only to have him tell me he could no longer swing cheating on his live-in girlfriend. Ho hum. Okay.
I was unsure whether I wanted to hear raging tunes or melancholic melodies on the ride home, so I opted instead to listen to the music of my thoughts.
I have ongrowing court costs and fines, two lawyers, one less lover, no GPS, and a website I’m afraid to update lest I be hooked-up and hauled off to jail.
Not exactly a Chart-topping song, is it?
Today was my arraignment for the charge brought on by Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives Agent John Stoltz. There was also a hearing for an Order of Protection -- incorrectly but better known as a “restraining order” -- scheduled by the same officer. Oh yippee. Law Enforcement members must be safeguarded from being made fun of on the Internet, don’t-ya-know?
When I caught sight of the Greene County Courthouse, a flashback hit me full force: four years earlier anxiously glued to a rear bench inside that awful courtroom, me, in a multi-colored polka-dot shirt, jeans, a red rabbit-fur pom-pom scarf looped loosely ‘round my neck. The suited, decidedly-Irish-looking JADE TFO Mr. O’Donnell seated next to me, his knees relaxed apart, fingers comfortably intertwined, calmly reassuring me in whispers that facing down my accusatory husband would be okay -- that everything would be okay.
I vigorously shook my head to clear the reminiscence, pulled into an empty parking square, and appraised the surroundings. Mr. Stoltz’s eye-catching blue Dodge Charger was nowhere to be seen.
Once I was situated in the General District Court building, I noticed the Commonwealth Attorney, Ron Morris, and more memories of Mr. O’Donnell exploded like landmines in my brain. To distract myself, I focused on the many uniformed men muddling about. Checked me out some handsome Troopers. MmmHmm.
I was briefly entertained by some LaWanda Drama; the lively narrative of two local women beating “the devil” out of one another had many of the occupants in the room snickering.
By time I was called -- both first and last name pronounced wrong -- before the judge, I had learned Mr. Stoltz’s Order of Protection request had already been granted on a prior day. I’d been officially summoned to appear for the dang thing on this date. Not only did the ATF guy deliberately misquote and mischaracterize me, he’d circumvented me from defending myself from his malicious asseverations. How underhanded! I was informed I could appeal the decision, but, still, what the hell?
Due to the circumstances of my arrest -- my current Albemarle County attorney being a potential witness -- I was appointed another representative for this case. Good Lord, this is gonna get confusing.
As if I wasn’t feeling poo enough, to make it to my next destination I had to drive through an area where my estranged nearly-fifty-year-old husband would take the ten-year-old girl that he was sexually pursuing. Bile swirled in my stomach at the reminder and I raced to get out of the town before emesis.
For solace, I went all the way to Richmond to hang with the State policeman I’ve been seeing for months now. Only to have him tell me he could no longer swing cheating on his live-in girlfriend. Ho hum. Okay.
I was unsure whether I wanted to hear raging tunes or melancholic melodies on the ride home, so I opted instead to listen to the music of my thoughts.
I have ongrowing court costs and fines, two lawyers, one less lover, no GPS, and a website I’m afraid to update lest I be hooked-up and hauled off to jail.
Not exactly a Chart-topping song, is it?
20100907
Search, Seize, And Stultify
So the skillful fellows got an after-the-fact search warrant for the stuff in my vehicle they illegally searched and seized. I still have not been provided an official list of what items of mine are in the possession of Law Enforcement. I did note that they swiped my unmarked backup CD of Photoshop but left me my disc with “VSP Trooper Long” sharpied on it. Incentive to mislabel such objects for future potential grabs of my belongings by the police, wouldn’t you say? No doubt doing so would provide me lawmen-related bêtises to further ridicule -- as if there aren’t enough already. This last one has finally convinced me these guys truly suck at searches. According to Greene County Sheriff’s Office Investigator Snead -- I believe this is him, though because of the surname I first thought the man handling the case was his cousin, another Greene County Officer, who participated in the Colby Eppard murder -- my property was promptly shipped to the state crime lab in Richmond, Virginia. Funny, my laptop still has the fabulous “evidence” sticker tape on it from the last time it was sent there! Heck, I was just there in that area myself the week prior, I think it was, taking pictures. I’ve been expanding my photography territory, you see:
20100830
Have You Ever Looked Fear In The Face And Said I Just Don’t Care?
Today, without a search warrant, a cellular phone, laptop, camera, GPS, inverter, power cords, and hell knows what else, were seized from my vehicle by City of Charlottesville police officers.
Someone let me know when harassment, intimidation, and coercion laws can be equally applied to Law Enforcement members. Just don’t bother letting me know by phone since they’ve removed that method of contact from me.
Someone let me know when harassment, intimidation, and coercion laws can be equally applied to Law Enforcement members. Just don’t bother letting me know by phone since they’ve removed that method of contact from me.
20100827
What. Ever.
Hundreds of Marijuana Plants Seized in Albemarle County
August 2010
August 2010
Hundreds of marijuana plants were seized in Free Union and nearby areas of Albemarle County during two raids Wednesday.(Source)
Residents of the western part of Albemarle County reported seeing a military helicopter circling an area near Wesley Chapel Road Wednesday. They also reported seeing what looked like marijuana plants being taken from a nearby property.
While authorities are not releasing much detail on the raid, the Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement Task Force confirmed that officers did remove marijuana plants from two different locations in the county.
One bust happened on the west side of the county, and the other was on the south side.
Officers say ten marijuana gardens were spotted by the helicopter crew and 485 plants were seized.
Witnesses in the western part of the county say there were many Virginia State Police troopers canvasing the area, carrying what looked like military guns.
The Albemarle County Police Department added that two firearms and drug-related paraphernalia were also confiscated during the raids.
However, police would not say if any arrests were made and refused to make any further comment until the investigation is complete.
20100825
Internothing
Have been without in-home Internet connection for ever. Ever, I tell ya! After waiting eons for the repairman to come riding up on his white horse in his white truck, my modem and some outdoor cable wire zippuhwhastuff were replaced. Hoorah! Long live my new hero from Franklin County.
When I originally called the provider about the problem and the woman on the phone told me the first available fix-it date was days away, I shrieked in her ear and about fainted. She immediately assured me that they would compensate me for the time I was off-line.
I immediately informed her they would have to also pay for my gravestone because I was going to die if I had to go that long without the Internet. She promptly laughed at me. Laughed at me!
Fortunately I have a laptop and wi-fi to thank for my survival.
I plan to hop back into updating I HeArTE JADE post-haste. Well once I’m adequately caught up on what’s been going on across the rest of Cyberland, anyway.
When I originally called the provider about the problem and the woman on the phone told me the first available fix-it date was days away, I shrieked in her ear and about fainted. She immediately assured me that they would compensate me for the time I was off-line.
I immediately informed her they would have to also pay for my gravestone because I was going to die if I had to go that long without the Internet. She promptly laughed at me. Laughed at me!
Fortunately I have a laptop and wi-fi to thank for my survival.I plan to hop back into updating I HeArTE JADE post-haste. Well once I’m adequately caught up on what’s been going on across the rest of Cyberland, anyway.
20100815
Quondam News
June 2008
Jury indicts Va. Beach man in drug scheme(Source)
A federal grand jury in Charlottesville this week indicted a Virginia Beach man in connection with drug activity.
Kelvin Freeman, 45, has been charged with conspiring to possess with the intent to distribute cocaine powder and crack cocaine. According to a news release from the United States Attorney’s Office, Western District of Virginia, the charge was levied in connection with the distribution of more than 50 grams of crack cocaine and more than five kilograms of cocaine in Central Virginia.
The investigation was conducted by the Drug Enforcement Administration, the Louisa County Sheriff’s Office, the Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement task force, the Fluvanna County Sheriff’s Office and the Virginia State Police.
If Freeman is convicted, he will face life imprisonment and/or a $4 million fine. He also may forfeit about $2 million, an acre of property in Northampton and some stock shares.
Keepin’ It Google
Daily Progress
March 2005
March 2005
[...]
The Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement task force, a collaborative effort of local and federal law enforcement, continues to report high numbers of drug seizures. This year, JADE officials recorded their second-largest cocaine seizure in a decade with 2,635 grams.
The agency announced in its 2004 annual report the disruption of three Jamaican-led drug-distribution groups and another criminal group with leadership in New York.
Since its inception in 1995, JADE has arrested 1,906 people.
“The more they send away, there are those who will take their places,” local defense lawyer Fred Heblich said. “The harsh penalties have not resulted in a decline in drug trafficking. My impression is that there is more drug trafficking here than 15 years ago. Certainly not less.”
20100812
Yet Moore And More Funnies From Law Enforcement
Reminds me of Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement Sgt. Joe Hatter whining over me showing everyone, via I HeArTE JADE, how I discovered where he lives, then, two months after the Task Force and the Virginia State Police use that as the basis for my arrest and two days after my end-result clone convictions on obstruction of justice charges, that same Sgt. Hatter appeared in video and print in a worldwide news story -- about how the City of Charlottesville got him a house merely for being a police officer -- which featured him, his residence, plus his wife and children. Seriously. Look it up.
The unction of these lawmen is deserving of typewritten unrestrained ridicule. Which I will commence. The second I stop laughing at them.
20100809
20100808
20100803
Cryptic Grape Juice
So I’ve gathered that members of the ATF can be identified, in, uh, certain places, under lowercase first initial/middle initial/last name. For example:
jastoltz
mamoore
jrhealey
While US Attorneys go with capitalized first initial/last name:
AGiorno
NHealey
Hmm… I wonder if Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms Agent David Stone finished that report of his yet. I think he should email me a copy.
jastoltz
mamoore
jrhealey
While US Attorneys go with capitalized first initial/last name:
AGiorno
NHealey
Hmm… I wonder if Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms Agent David Stone finished that report of his yet. I think he should email me a copy.
20100801
Blah Blah Blogging
Couldn’t decide whether to spend this weekend taking a road trip to the DC area for residential photography purposes or seeing what someone in Ruckersville/Barboursville was officially up to. So I’m doing laundry instead.
____________ ♥ ____________
A reader sent this via email:
TITLE 18, U.S.C., SECTION 241
If two or more persons conspire to injure, oppress, threaten, or intimidate any person in any State, Territory, Commonwealth, Possession, or District in the free exercise or enjoyment of any right or privilege secured to him by the Constitution or laws of the United States, or because of his having so exercised the same;
...
They shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than ten years, or both; and if death results from the acts committed in violation of this section or if such acts include kidnapping or an attempt to kidnap, aggravated sexual abuse or an attempt to commit aggravated sexual abuse, or an attempt to kill, they shall be fined under this title or imprisoned for any term of years or for life, or both, or may be sentenced to death.
Great. Presumably that’s another law that policemen are legally permitted to violate.
A different reader gave me this:
How perfect is that?!
____________ ♥ ____________
Because of a recent “clerical error” -- yeah, right -- on the part of Albemarle County, and an uninvolved-in-the-situation City of Charlottesville Commonwealth Attorney inappropriately vomiting “there’s a lot of people who’d like to keep her off the road” to the County judge, I’ve been going through my audio files trying to find where JADE Task Force Officer Brian O’Donnell threatened that they, Law Enforcement, would maliciously cause me to lose my license. I’m not going to post that particular comment yet, but I will this one -- which kinda contradicts one of his dirtball CYA tactics that I alter sound bites.
____________ ♥ ____________
I still haven’t written up a report on what happened when I went to traffic court on July 14th against Virginia State Trooper Long. For one, around that same time my attention was more on ACPD Officer Eric Kudro’s reckless driving courtishness. Secondly, a shockingly positive unexpected encounter with another Trooper has mostly counteracted the abuses of Trp. Long and Sgt. Bailey. Proof that one good experience can make a bigger impact and mean so much more than all the bad ones combined. Almost.
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