Re: Scroll Down, Look at the Damages - Prison Tattoos on Her Crotch, Butt, Teats, Calves, Back, God Knows Where Else
Jimmy knows crooked Sammie Ervin IV <[email protected]>
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On Saturday, February 20, 2016 at 5:01:26 PM UTC-5, Jimmy knows crooked Sammie Ervin IV wrote: > https://www.facebook.com/marionkparsons > > This is the half-witted little tart who pretended to be Mad Martha's lawyer. > > She's got the IQ and moral character of a goat. > > And here is one of her pals: > > https://www.facebook.com/judgefox > > David K. Fox, the shyster sonofabitch who refused to let me cross-examine Mad Martha about why she refused to answer interrogatories and requests for admissions of fact and genuineness of documents. > > I'll explain about the cozy relationship between these two scoundrels later. > > You can scroll around on Parsons's pages and see Fox making goofy comments. > __________________________ > > King James Bible > Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD. Leviticus 19:28 The hoary old hacker, David Fox, is still lathered up (as much as possible at his advanced age) for Marion Parsons, aka Marion Groat. He's got it 40% up for her. Back when Mad Martha Grist took out another frivolous and malicious prosecution against me, with her second application for a NCGS Section 50C restraining order, calendar time rolled around to dirtbag Ed. So he struck down all the efforts I was making to defend myself, by annihilating my interrogatories to her and requests for admissions of fact and genuineness of documents. I felt like the track runner who had his Achilles tendons publicly severed by the local tyrant. I got on Topix and talked about it, and about that time I heard from Joel Trilling that Marion Groat was Martha Grist's new lawyer. She had never had one before. What she had done was run to Groat, who is now back to her maiden name "Parsons," when I mailed her my discovery documents. I knew mailing anything to Grist would trigger her because every time I had sent her a copy of my motions to the Court of Appeals, as I was required to do, she'd run to the courthouse and squall "He's harassing me!" and demand I be thrown in jail. So I found out about the diminutive blonde shyster both from the courtroom incisions to remove my tendons and then from Joel Trilling.