Re: What others have to say about RICO Cal Hill, the corrupt judge

On Saturday, August 19, 2023 at 2:09:12 PM UTC-4, Larry Shows His Ass/Haid wrote:
> On Friday, August 18, 2023 at 6:31:43 AM UTC-7, Jimmy knows crooked Sammie Ervin IV wrote: 
> > On Friday, August 18, 2023 at 9:11:14 AM UTC-4, Jimmy knows crooked Sammie Ervin IV wrote: 
> > > On Wednesday, August 16, 2023 at 5:07:05 PM UTC-4, Jimmy knows crooked Sammie Ervin IV wrote: 
> > > > On Wednesday, August 16, 2023 at 4:04:45 PM UTC-4, Jimmy knows crooked Sammie Ervin IV wrote: 
> > > > > 1.Female lawyer who was near the top of her class in law school: "He is an intellectual dwarf, not bright at all. He makes up his law. He's the judicial version of the Chicago sausage factories with rat shit in the sausage, as chronicled by Upton Sinclair." 
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> > > > > 2. Local lawyer who despises RICO Cal: "Hill is a syphilitic chancre on Buncombe County." 
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> > > > > 3. Appellate judge: "He's stupid, the kind of stupid you can't fix." 
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> > > > > 4. NC legislator: "I am surprised the citizens haven't risen up and ridden him out of town on a rail. When are they going to realize that he's a crook and do that?" 
> > > > From another lawyer from another county who had an extensive run-in with RICO Calvin Hill: "Go look up on the net the case an investigator in Houston by the name Wayne Dolcefino had against a Houston judge. This judge reminds me of Calvin Hill." 
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> > > > So I began to look for it and there it was and here it is: 
> > > > 
> > > > https://youtu.be/WC3cV2WYC_k And yes, this is another RICO Cal in action. I had a bunch of evidence against the bastard RICO Cal on a small digital recorder, plus a lot of other data, and about 5 hours of notes I had dictated into the recorder for a book I was planning to write. 
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> > > > On the day I was to appear before RICO Cal in my ad valorem tax case brought by the late crook, Marjorie Rowe Mann, and her butties in the property tax office, I came into court with several companions and was almost immediately arrested for failure to appear on a cyberstalking case sworn out by the old trollop, Martha Grist. 
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> > > Rico Cal enjoyed assigning himself to any case in which I was a party or witness, I had learned. I had the recorder running and recording at the time of the arrest and it picked up the officers calling me "fucker" and "motherfucker" as I was being searched in the doorway entering the jail just after I was elevatored down to the filthy stinking Orwellian place. I knew something would be afoot since there had been a lot of radio chatter between the arresting punk and the jail. Soon as we got to the heavily armored door of the jail, baboon face was there making a big show putting his rubber gloves on, like I was to prepare myself for a body cavity search. 
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> > > > One of these dirty little sonsabitches had tightened the cuffs up on me so tight I found it hard to concentrate, the pain was so intense. He warned the jailer that he, the jailer, was being recorded, so the jailer stopped immediately with the profanity and threats and reached into my shirt pocket and seized the tiny HP voice recorder. 
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> > > I'll never forget their filthy faces and all their threatening talk...and their shit-eating grins after I had the recorder lifted from my pocket by the baboon-faced jailer. Little did they know that a 3rd party was fixing to throw a monkey wrench into the gears of their best-laid plans, and I was to be viciously vandalized too. As they often say around such a scurvy courthouse, "You can beat the rap but you can't beat the ride." 
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> > > So the portly little arrestor left the cuffs on the arrestee, in order to let him suffer. The fatassed deputy was asked repeatedly inside the jail to untighten or remove the cuffs, but he ignored the pleas. 
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> > > > (to be continued) 
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> > > (to be continued again) 
> > One thing I have to point out here is that as usual the judge was late to court. This, your dear narrator has noticed over and over again, is commonplace where the judges have no one to keep a little vigilance on them: they arrive in the courtroom late, later, and latest. I sat in a courtroom waiting recently for Eddie "I married my felon" Clontz. He was 90 minutes late. Meantime, the attorneys had a heyday swarming all over the courtroom dripping adrenaline and venom. 
> > 
> > I went into Queen Julie Kepple's courtroom once just to observe her and draw her caricature on a legal pad. She apparently sensed I was there as a hostile spectator and almost immediately ordered me to leave. I tried to get in a word or two edgewise about open public courts guaranteed in our constitutions, but she interrupted, almost howling, and waved her slimy arms at me and the bailiff, Luigi Luevomitus, who immediately stood up, like an erupting jack-in-the-box, grabbed the handle of his bigass pistol hanging by the ample gut of such a tiny little man, and began to lunge at me. So I hurried out of the courtroom lest I be shot by a hardware-rattling wetback in a deputy's frock. Oh, the perils of exercising a sacred constitutional right solemnly promised to us and celebrated in our state and federal Constitutions!
> And so, as readers choke, puck, and skim though larrys word sewer...

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