Thursday, December 18, 2014

Breaking News - Mayor Trial Begins!

Mayor Lozano and his Cheerleader Council Member Raquel Monica Garica
We interrupt our Chilean adventure series for breaking news in Baldwin Park. Yesterday, Paul Cook had a trial against Baldwin Park's Mayor Manuel Lozano for filing a meritless temporary restraining order against him.

Cook was the last case to be heard, and there was only ten minutes left in the court room. The judge expressed great interest in devoting time to hear this case, and continued the trial until Feb. 25, 2014. To Lozano's distress, the judge asked both parties to brief the issue.

Read the San Gabriel Tribune Article here. Mayor Trial Begins

Sunday, December 14, 2014

To the End of the Wolrd (El Fin Del Mundo)

My brother started getting nervous when our bus from Valparaiso to Santiago was late. Our scheduled bus just left 10-15 people stranded. It came and just left. We had to rebook our tickets for the next bus, which was 20 minutes later. I told Scott, "We are in Chile."

I sat next to a Colombian PhD student in engineering. He told me about his research in changing molecules into hyperactive, transitional states called critical fluids. He was surprised that I understood. I told him I used to be a scientist in another life.

When we arrived to the airport, a guy on the airport bus kept starting at me with scorn. He looked familiar. Then when we exited the bus he told me, "Hola."

Oh, it was the Diva. What are the odds I would see him again? It was four days after I bumped into him at LAX, and now I see him again in Chile. I told Scott. Scott said, I should've said to him, "Did you have a good flight?" I wish I said it.

We boarded to the Southern Capital, Punta Arenas. It was a 3 hour flight to the end of the world. Because of infrequent flights and monopolies, I used up all of my miles on an account to book the flight. In short, it's expensive to get into the end of the world.

When we arrived to the Southern Capital, it was midnight. The sun was still out. It's summer in Patagonia, but it was still freezing.

My brother and I were expecting a tropical vacation, and we hit blasts of Antarctic winds. The winds smashed through our clothes and into our bones, chilling them. We didn't have winter clothes. We were two hours away from Antarctica. We were so unprepared for this trip. We were freezing.

Punta Arenas was a seaside port city that my brother said looked like one of those nightmare settings in Maine that Stephen King always uses. It had a European feel, but it definitely felt like an East Coast fishing village.

The seafood was fresh and cheap in Punta Arenas. We ate a lot of fresh king crab. Scott had a lot of deep fried eel. The food was really good and fresh and cheap.

For breakfast, while Scott was sleeping, I ate the baked king crab in cheese and cream over bread. I ate most of the leftover king crab. I left Scott a few spoonfuls.

When he woke, he went for the king crab. He was mad, like an angry bread, to see I ate most of it. He poured the seafood soup over our leftover french fries and meat. He then said, "You make me eat like a beggar. You ate all the king crab!"

After, we went to see penguins. Scott kept commenting how he wanted to eat one of them. I said to him, "If you pee on one of them, it gives you good luck."

He believed me and asked, "Who told you that?"

I smiled.

He said, "Did you just make that up?"

I started laughing.

I told him that penguins have so much fat, if you chop off their heads and put a wicker in it, it makes a candle. This is true my marine bio professor taught me that. He said they're a good source of fuel in Antartica.

 The Megallan Penguins were cute. We paid $25 to take a drive to see them. It kind of felt like going to a zoo, except it wasn't completely a zoo, but it wasn't like really seeing them in the wild. There were so many tourists.

When Scott saw them, he said he wanted to eat them again. I said, "They probably wouldn't taste good because they have too much fat."

So, he came up with the idea of frying vegetables in their fat. I said, "Well - now that might taste good. Lard always makes veges taste better."

We went to second hand store when we came back into town. For $25 bucks, we got hiking shoes and weather proof jackets. We were going to need them.

We caught our bus to the next town over. We were going to see the Torres del Paine (the Towers of Paine) soon. We were seeing what was at the end of the world.


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Our Days in Chile - Valparaiso

After getting my brother, we took a bus to Valparaiso - an ancient seaport City - which looked to me like a Van Gogh painting - but to my brother looked like a Spanish version of San Francisco. We stayed at a Victorian house on top of the hill.

We both napped in the late afternoon because both of us had not slept much. I liked the comforter full of goose blankets. When I woke from my nap, my brother said that a cat came in, but I was asleep. I was sad that I had not seen our guest. For dinner, we ate a French restaurant, which charged a very moderate price - except the food was only average. Although for $5 they brought us six exquisite and rich desserts all served in shot glasses. These tasted good.

My brother and I took a sleeping pill. We regretted it. We slept for 12 hours.

When we woke, we ate lunch. We had razor clams in a cream and cheese sauce. It tasted wonderful. It was a national dish. We also picked up all the abalone (paua in New Zealand), a wonderful shellfish, which costs too much to buy in America. I cooked it later in a soup.

My brother often complained about walking to our place on top of the hill. He was constantly searching for an easier way. I had found one and told him I wasn't telling him because he needed the exercise.

He'd walk up the hill and be drenched in sweat. I'd wait for him at the top and tell him, "It doesn't even make my heartbeat go up."

"You're such a liar."

"No, it really doesn't. I was born with the right genes from Mom and Dad. Not like you."

"You're so full of it."

He ended up finding transportation to that hill, but it was on the same day we left the city.

I liked Valparaiso because it looked like a city that would come out of the imagination of artists high on absinthe. My brother found it not his cup of tea. He said, "You like this place because you're a freak - like this freakish place."

During one part of our trip, we had to split up. I took a bus back to the capital, Santiago. He went to the beach. The return trip took 5 hours in total.

I went to the dentist in the capital. I found a dentist on the internet who was going to do my root canal for 70% off of what my dentist in America wanted. Yes, I was a bit nervous because I didn't know how good she was, but I couldn't afford to pay for such an expensive treatment back home. Also, even though the price was incredible in America, they said there was a waiting list until possible January, if not February.

The specialist was a woman and she spoke English. She looked young. But by the way she smiled, I knew she was honest. By the way she analyzed my x-ray and told me what she was going to do and why, I knew she was very skilled.

Yes, the procedure wasn't very pleasant, but it wouldn't have been different in America. She injected two shots of anesthesia in my mouth. She even said, "I'm going to inject another shot; it's going to hurt." She pierced the roof of my mouth with the needle. It did hurt.

Then she started drilling into my tooth. A sharp pain pulsed through my tooth into my gum. I raised my left arm and said, "It hurts."

She said, "Let's wait a bit longer for you to get numb."

Then she injected a needle into my tooth. After that, I felt no pain.

She took about an hour to drill into my tooth. She pricked a thin needle into my tooth and in one pull removed the root. She showed the nerve of my tooth. It looked like a snake on a toothpick. She said, "It's rare to get it out so cleanly. It's a 1% chance."

Through it all, I knew she was really skilled. I was impressed by how she didn't seem stressed, and it all seemed easy for her. I've been through a number of dentists through my life. Out of probably 10 dentists (not that my teeth are bad, but I've lived in different places over my life), women dentist have talent in not making you feel pain. This one was the best one I could remember.

After, she said, "We're not going to give you the crown. You'll save money. There's enough tooth to do a resin filling. A crown would wear your tooth down more."

She started injecting bleach into my tooth. It smelled like sterile. I gagged at one point because the bleach tasted so nasty.

Then, the molded the cavity in my tooth. She said come back a week later, the resin filling will be ready.

After she was going to shake my hand. Instead, she hugged me and kissed me, and said, "This is how we do it in Chile."

It felt weird at first because she was a doctor. But I realized, you know, I liked it. I liked her. Not romantically. But I liked how professional and honest she was. And she knew me in a way no one else did. She knew the condition of my teeth and my mouth. Not even my parents could claim that privilege. So, I liked that she wasn't afraid to hug me and say, "Feel better."

I downed a beer for the ride back home. I knew it'd be a boring bus ride back into the seaside City. When I arrived, I hiked the hill, and met my brother in the room.

We went out for a midnight dinner at a Tapas Cafe. Tapas are small Spanish side dishes. It was so lively inside, with the chattering of tourists.

We had a beautiful Italian waitress serve us. We ordered wild salmon civiche (civiche is seafood usually cooked in lime juice) and grilled octopus. We drank down pisco (Chilean brandy) sours.

He told me about his day. I told him about the honest dentist I met. We talked about what we were going to do.

He told me the cat came back. When we went back to our hostal, the calico kitty came in and said, "Meow" to me. I petted her. She didn't want to leave. I picked her up. Dropped her outside the window. Then shut it.

Tomorrow, we had to catch an airplane to the most southern tip of South America. We were going to the end of the world.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Bad Luck With Good Journeys

While I was on my way to the airport to board a flight to Chile, my brother called me and said, "I can't board my plane. I'm stuck in Dallas. My passport expired."

Scott was in Vegas, and he asked me to book him a flight with my miles to South America. (I've accrued millions of miles in my youth.) We were supposed to meet in Dallas, Texas and then fly out together to South America. That wasn't happening now.

He didn't know what to do. He was stuck in Dallas with a boarding pass to Chile, but he couldn't get on board. I said I'd meet him in Dallas, and we'd both figure it out together.

I boarded my flight. I napped. The nap was longer than expected. I thought to myself, This flight is taking a long time to depart.

The Captain switched on the speakers and said, "We're having difficulty departing. The door isn't locking. It shouldn't be much longer until we fix the issue."

One hour turned into two. That's when I knew I missed my flight from Dallas to Chile.

A number of us got off the airplane. We had to rebook our tickets.

While waiting in line for the customer service agent, I noticed an effeminate and tall male hogging up all the time with one of the ticketing agents. There was a line. He was complaining about how he couldn't get into Chile. He was so demanding asking the agent to check every route from Dallas to Miami to partner airlines. He uttered, "Oh my God" every other sentence. He was hogging up time.

He also had the worst fashion sense. He wore these ugly neon blue pants that hugged his butt too tight. Not a pretty sight.

When I got to the agent, she re-booked me on another airline for a direct flight to Santiago. I was torn as to whether I should layover in Dallas to see my brother, who told me he was thinking of flying back to Los Angeles to get an emergency visa - only to fly back to Dallas - or go to Chile.

The good news was that American Airlines, without a fee, rebooked my brother to Chile from Dallas a few days out. In the end though, I made the decision to not fly to Dallas because he needed to sort out his passport and me being there wasn't going to help or hurt the situation.

In five minutes, I had everything sorted with the booking agent. The airlines gave me a hotel by LAX. I suppose I could've went back home, but this would not have been an easy feat. Without a car, it'd be a hassle to get home and back. So, I'd be staying in a hotel in my own home city. It felt like a vacation without really being one.

The diva was still on the phone. So, I decided to give him a piece of my mind. I think all the stress of litigation had just winded up in me, and I needed to vent. "Hey - " I said, "you know how selfish you are? There are people waiting in line. You've been at this for thirty minutes."

He said, "Excuse me?"

I said, "You heard me. You know how selfish you are? Just take whatever they give you. Or, just come back later when everyone is done. There are 15 people waiting."

"How dare you?! Just mind your own business."

"It is my business because you held me up in the line - just like you're holding up everyone. Now get real and grow up." The diva was in his late 40's and 50's, which to me showed he wasn't acting his age. It seemed like he came from a family where he got whatever he wanted.

He turned his back to me and said: "Humph."

I called my brother and told him everything. He said he didn't know whether he should cancel the trip and return. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if Dallas could handle his passport request.

A woman tapped me and said, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I work for the State Department. Tell your brother to get an emergency passport in Dallas at the post office or Federal Building."

"Well, I didn't know they had a Federal Building in Dallas."

"They do."

"The Post Office won't work for a same day passport. It hasn't since nine eleven."

"I didn't know that."

"But the Federal Building - now that might work."

I called Scott and told him to get a same day passport at the Federal Building. He said he would try.

I walked into the Admiral Lounge. I have a pass. There, I saw the diva again. He couldn't believe someone that looked like me in casual clothes and at my age had access to the premium lounge. I met his scornful stare with words: "I see the selfish person is back."

"That's right."

He turned his back to me and humphed again. What a diva, I thought.

I got a little food. I took out my computer. I started writing, thinking, and wondering about what laid ahead.

Scott called and told me to save money, he'd stay in a sleazy hotel in Dallas.

After finishing my writing, I went to my hotel. There, I ordered a Micheleda (a Mexican drink of beer and tomato juice) and a steak on the airline's dime. The bartender was Mexican and appreciated I ordered a Michelada. We talked in Spanish. I told him everything that happened. He gave me a free drink and extra beer. The steak was a little better than average.

Scott called me the next morning. He got his passport. I boarded my flight too.

I watched four movies on the flight. The new X-Men movie impressed me. All the flight attendants on LAN were very nice to me, especially because I could speak Spanish. One flight attendant asked if I was an exchange student going to Chile to improve my Spanish. (Only if I was really so young.)

I sat next to a Brazilian couple. I didn't know how to feel about them. I think they were newly weds. And they were very kind. Except, the airline comped me my own row because of my troubles. Since they were originally seated apart, they took the rest of my row. I could've used that row to sleep more. I mean was it going to kill them to sit apart for 15 hours. I didn't know how to feel about them.

After the long flight of 15 hours, I waited another four at the airport - waiting for my brother. I sat at a cafe, using my computer and the internet. I wanted to sleep. I had not slept on the airplane. I saw that my brother's flight had arrived. I met him at the arrival gate. We made it to Chile together - finally.


Monday, December 1, 2014

Why We Fight - Letter to My Boxers

Dear Reader:

I haven't written in awhile because lots has been going on. I took a trip to San Francisco. I was invited to speak in Santa Cruz on how to stand up to bullying cities (like Baldwin Park), and I filed two intermediate appeals on one of my cases. The appeals required me to work until midnight every day, but the great thing is, if I win, I'll ask the Appellate Division to publish the opinion. Then, I make law in California. When I was a teenager, I could only dream of making such a difference in the world. After all, Los Angeles is one of the great cities of the modern world.

I also didn't write regularly because I got sick in Santa Cruz. I guess meeting so many people increases your chances of getting a cold. Plus, there was a cold snap that hit San Francisco, and it seems that such changes in the weather weaken the immune system.

Nonetheless, I'm up and running again. My kitty Jeh Pan (Trial) is also up and running. I enjoyed how he watched me print my appeal petitions. His head tilted and seesawed as he stared at the printer spitting out court documents. It was like watching a cobra dancing to the snake charmer, but instead, it was a printer commanding a cat. I guess Trial likes to watch court papers being run. He also dashes around, and some times too quickly. So, when he tries to stop himself, he ends up sliding on our wooden floors and crashing into the wall. Poor kitty. My mother says he must've been born prematurely.

Well, while feeling like a drudge and in the hustle and bustle of a lawyer's life, I thought a lot about what we're really fighting for. Why do I publish articles on the child abusing and money laundering Manny Carrillo, the Director of Parks and Recreation, and the City Council Members and Mayor? Why do I publish how the Police Association is stealing from our community and abusing community members, in violation of our God given rights? Why do I publish that our unfit Chief of Police has filed for bankruptcy twice and is a raging alcoholic with no self-control? I mean, what's the point? When does it end?

The reason is that we fight so that our youth can still have dreams. I start by saying that almost all Americans, with the exception of the Native Americans, came to this country from a foreign land. Even if it wasn't your parents or grandparents, someone in your bloodline, made the difficult decision to abandon their homeland to come to a country of potential promise.

The Europeans used to tell each other that the streets of San Francisco were paved with gold. And when those foreigners left to become Americans, the times and conditions of their homeland were horrible. Those with ancient American roots can claim that they left England and Holland because they were targeted by the crown because they refused to bend the knee to to the Pope or King of England. They only wanted to have the freedoms that we proclaim makes us a great people and country.

Some, like my parents left because the country was torn asunder. When my mother left Korea, she said the children had lice in their hair and crabs on their body. And many Mexicans, escaping their hopeless situation of poverty, chose to cross the border into the free country of the States.

This point is relevant because the city I live in is comprised of 90% immigrants, mainly from Mexico. Therefore, like many generations before them, they've become part of the 250 year history of journeyers. Think about that: a quarter of millennium, this country's message of hope has brought throngs of people on a pilgrimage to leave their homes in search of a place that promised them a new life.

Now, in Baldwin Park, the City Officials and administrators scheme to steal that promise of hope and a better life from our youth. That's exactly why we oppose them and fight back.

When Manny Carrillo and the Chief of Police, Michael Taylor, fired the innocent boxing coach, who cared for the kids, they tried to paint him as a pedophile - without evidence by the way. Now, our gym has decayed into a shamble. And to "fix it," of all things, they hire a violent criminal to put the children at risk and expose them to corrupt values. How senseless are these people?

For making such decisions, Carrillo gets paid approximately $200,000. All the police, none who live in Baldwin Park, all want raises. The intermediate manager, who does nothing all day, his name is Mike Salas, sits in his office, does nothing all day, and makes approximately $100,000.

What makes me most sick is that in three months, our incompetent City Attorney, Robert Tafoya, charged the City nearly $100,000. That's $400,000 pro rata a year. He gets paid this much for malpractice, losing, getting his client sued, and shaming Baldwin Park. A judge even told me to file a bar complaint against him and told him to never forge a document to the court again. How can someone get paid almost half a million a year for all this?

When the overpaid and the under-performing steal everything from the city bank account, our youth will have no future for them. So, the most horrible part of Baldwin Park is that these City Council Members have transformed it into the same third world country that many of our family members and ancestors have abandoned. One only need to look at all of their abuses and slanders they heaped against us.

In short, there's two conflicting visions here of darkness and light. The city council and administrators want to steal all the money from the city to become rich. They just have to do it in a way as to not get caught.

I have a vision too. It's too see that my youth, my boxers, grow up to be the men and women that our forefathers and this generation would be proud of. But at every turn, the city attempts to thwart us. We fight for a future for the next generation. They fight to destroy it. We can't let them do this.

This weekend though, I realized that my dream is becoming a reality. When the Parks and Recreation Director and Chief of Police fired the head boxing coach, with the council support, in May 2014, I told the city council members that this won't stop me from casting a dream for our youth. I know that one day, one of them would see the same cliffs in Italy that changed my life. To be honest, I don't know why I uttered those words. At the time, I also couldn't foresee how these poor youth would ever escape Baldwin Park. They never even go visit Pasadena, which is only 12 miles away. Some of them have never even seen the ocean.

On Friday, however, I had lunch with one of my boxers - who is now going to community college. And he told me, he followed my advice, and enrolled in the study abroad program at school. In two months, he was going to Italy for four months. He was scared because he didn't know what to expect. I was excited. My blood chilled. I blinked twice and said, "You are?!" Maybe, he'll overlook the same cliffs I was at and see the same sapphire blue sea that left a haunting memory shimmering in my mind forever.

When I was 30, I witnessed an event that had a profound impact on me. From it, I learned this: Good prevails over evil. Light drives out darkness. And love can raise the dead back to life.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Baldwin Park Police Covers Up My Case: Did They Plant Evidence Against Me?

Baldwin Park Police act like this UC Davis Lt. who attacked the peaceful protesters.
The Baldwin Park Police  violate the Public Records Act once again in an attempt to cover up my arrest and jailing; this is even after Judge Chalfant pronounced Baldwin Park to be a violator of the Public Records Act. Chalfant mentioned that the Public Records Act applied to Baldwin Park because "accountability" was required of the City. But as usual, the corrupt City still refuses court judgments and goes out of it's way to violate the law. What more do we need to encourage the City to be transparent?

The only reason the Baldwin Park Officials, especially Chief Taylor and Robert Tafoya, had me arrested and jailed was so that they could portray me as an insane individual because they were getting upset at my lawsuits and my journalism. All I was trying to do was hold these crooks accountable for all of their violations of the law and tell the truth. Judges have agreed with me that I've done nothing wrong, and yet the city officials and administrators are still violating the law and my rights.

I grew up thinking that the government was trustworthy. But in this City, the officials, the staff, managers, and administrators are crooks. The records below prove it.

Chief Taylor and Tafoya and Mayor Lozano tried to ruin my life. They were going to get a temporary restraining order against me. They were going to use that to parade in front of all the judges to discredit my reputation so I could lose my cases against them. Then, they were going to try to ruin my clean record by having misdemeanor charges against them, and then they would report me to the California Bar to have my law license taken away. They did all this because I was trying to tell the truth to the people. Is this how a chief of police, city attorney, and mayor should behave?

The City of Baldwin Park through its towing company Royal Coaches has done this before to other activists. James Hunley exposed that the City of Baldwin Park for stealing $1.2 million dollars from taking the cars of the undocumented. Royal Coaches also stole the property out of these cars and sold it in garage sales. The Baldwin Park Police aided in this theft as they retaliated against anyone who was trying to expose Royal Coaches. As a result, Jim Salazar of Royal Coaches and City of Baldwin Park retaliated against Hunley by filing a temporary restraining order against him. Because Hunley wasn't a lawyer, the order became permanent.

But when the chief of police, mayor, and city attorney tried this against me, I believe, the grace of God saved me. When it happened to me, I remember feeling the crushing weight of the system coming against me. I only told myself, God is with you. I will not back down because I'm only telling the truth and doing the right thing. Truth and righteousness prevailed in my case. I'm still in awe that that happened.

In any event, take a look at how the City is now complying with the Public Records Act. Horrendous, isn't it? What are they hiding? Why won't let me see how they tried to defame and malign my character for telling the truth? If the testimony of the Baldwin Park Police officers is a lie, under the penalty of perjury, the Baldwin Park Police essentially planted evidence against me for a crime I never committed. I think for this alone, Chief Michael Taylor, the drunkard, bankruptee, the racist, and divorcee needs to be fired.






















Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Baldwin Park Police Take From the Poorest

In the last few weeks, residents of the city have been calling me complaining that the Baldwin Park Police have been stealing vehicles from them.

Two weeks ago, Officer Cota, # 2845, pulled over a truck because the brake lights weren't working. He then checked that the driver had an expired license, but instead falsely charged him with a misdemeanor of not having a driver's license. By charging him with not having a driver's license, even though the driver had one, he attempted to store the vehicle in impound for thirty days. A kind Sargent reversed the officer and let the driver have his car back (thanks to an attorney who was outraged by the whole incident). For one day of storage, it still cost the driver $500, even though it was the city's own mistake. This is two weeks worth of rent for the family.

If the car had stayed in storage for thirty days, the towing fees would easily accrue to approximately $2,000 and outstrip the vehicle of the car. The City would take it from the poor owner and his family and sell it at auction. In short, the police are stealing vehicles from the poorest members of our community. It makes me question if these officers are receiving a personal benefit for doing so.

Last week, a similar incident happened, only the vehicle wasn't pulled over because of broken brake lights but because there was a crack in the windshield. A few months ago, another driver told me he was pulled over for a dirty license plate. Is having a dirty license plate a violation of the vehicle code?

It's clear that the Baldwin Park Police are bullying, targeting and discriminating against the Mexican poor, which is part of a larger scam. The local towing company, Royal Coaches, contributes greatly to all the politicians and the police officers, even their Police Association. On the condition of anonymity, an insider told me that Royal Coaches paid for a significant portion of the Police Association's printing costs at the Sheriff's printing press during the election because a direct donation would've looked suspect.

Because Royal Coaches greases everyone in town, the owner Jim Salazar, needs to collect. He states in a magazine article that he has Baldwin Park in his back pocket. It appears true.

So, this is what the police do. They see if the car fits a profile of belonging to a poorer person They find something, anything wrong - such as a dirty license plate, a broken taillight, or a crack in the windshield. Then, they see if the person is Latino or Latina. Then they pull over the vehicle. They hope the person is unlicensed. And when the driver is, bingo, they steal the car from the rightful owner.

Thus, coppers are patrolling the streets to target underprivileged Latinos for their cars. Shouldn't they be looking out for our safety instead? The violation is only more egregious that the police department claims to serve and protect it's members, when all it appears to do is steal, take, and falsely charge and arrest its own citizens. That's the scam people.

(The face of the racist Chief of Police, Michael Taylor. He had me falsely arrested and jailed. He fired Julian Casas by conducting an allegation that attempted to prove that Casas was a child molester, even though no proof ever existed to conduct such an investigation. The Chief of Police should sort out his own bankruptcies and alcoholic issues before trying to manage a police force. In short, he's an evil man. I have so much dirt on this guy it'll blow your mind away how he became the Chief of Police. An expose to come.)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

On Loving Our Enemies

In the last two weeks, I've been reading a lot of literature that argues we should love our enemies. I almost gagged at the idea. It's nice on the surface, but when I thought about people like our money laundering piggy, Manny Carrillo; the incompetent and lying Finance Director Craig Graves; and the hateful and manipulative Chief Michael Taylor, I wondered how could I love these people. They've done nothing but absolutely spiteful, mean and wicked things in our community. Stop to really think about loving your enemies. Think about who you hate (or dislike) the most in your life. Do you want to love them? I didn't think so.

But everywhere I look, I see violence and conflict and corruption. And maybe I'm part of it because, I've called all these people nasty names. I also think they rightfully deserve it. I mean - they only falsely arrested, falsely jailed, and falsely filed a temporary restraining order against me. When you weigh up how much damage they were calculating on inflicting upon me, such as losing my license to practice law and to paint me as a crazy, you can begin to understand why the whole saga was so violating for me. This is the price I paid for telling the truth. The price Julian Casas, the former boxing coach paid, was that they fired him from a job he had for 14 years. He loved that job.

I got even though, in a good way. I sued the Mayor personally for his frivolous temporary restraining order. I also shamed ridiculed the City Attorney, who had to admit complete defeat by a first year attorney.

But, all of this, made me think long and hard if I was doing the right thing or just perpetuating a cycle that needed to be broken. I don't make any apologies for what I wrote and how I called the City Attorney an Ape, when he misrepresented my signature to the court. Why? Because - that's truly how violated and offended I felt. A lot of what I experienced, at the hands of the City Officials and Administrators of Baldwin Park, had left me outraged because their misconduct was outrageous, cruel, and incredible.

Yet, I had to remind myself this week that the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. I had to remind myself that maybe even my enemies can change, and I think the God I believe in gives them every chance to be a new person. I mean he just doesn't smite them, does he? And he surely, doesn't just smite us on a whim either. All of this brought me to the realization that all of us:  you, me, and them, are only one step away from making the right decision we need to in our lives.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm in an internal struggle in how to recognize how to treat these public officials and administrators, who are my abusers, with the dignity and respect that all humans deserve, while maintaining my need to see justice come through. Furthermore, how do I continue on this journey, without becoming like them?

I don't have an answer to these questions or thoughts. In fact, I think I ask more questions by trying to answer the underlying ones. Is suing someone a peaceful way to accomplish reaching a compromise? What if the other party refuses to obey the law? What if the other party is abusive and refuses to be held to answer to a higher authority? Again, I don't have the answers to these questions, but I'm giving them considerable thought and attention.

It's a question all of us should give some time to, if we're having a conflict with an enemy. How do you resolve the conflict while respecting that person's humanity? Like I said, I'm not really that sure.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Baldwin Park Parks and Recreation Director Hires Violent Criminal To Work With Children

Manny Carrillo Jr., the Director of Parks and Recreation, has hired a criminal with a violent history to work with children. Rene Zepeda was charged with assault with a deadly weapon, resisting arrest, and vandalism. He applied for a boxing coach position about half a year ago and wasn't hired because of his criminal background. Now, Carrillo, has decided to replace the dedicated boxing coach, Julian Casas, who was fired earlier in the year on trumped up charges, with a violent criminal. Director of Parks and Recreation Fires Boxing Coach

The Director fired the boxing coach, who was protesting Carrillo, who gave the boxing coach a 40 cent raise an hour after working there for fourteen years. After firing the boxing coach, he then gave all the boxing coaches a raise of $2 an hour to add insult to injury. In contrast, Carrillo is making $180,000 a year and wants even more money. The City of Baldwin Park is paying this guy all this money for making decisions like this.

The real reason that Manny Carrillo fired Casas is that Casas exposed that Carrillo's been running an alter ego non-profit corporation and laundering money through it to take cash. Director of Parks and Recreation is a Money Launderer!

This problem has been brought to the attention of the Mayor and Council Members. They defend Carrillo saying he's an award winning director who has been getting tons of grant money for them. Their immediate defense of Carrillo makes us suspect they've been in on the scam.

Manuel Carrillo Jr., Director aka Money Launderer
Shannon Yauchzee, the new city manager, was made aware of Carrillo hiring a criminal with violent tendencies working with children. It was suggested that while his investigation is pending, that he not allow the criminal boxing coach to work with Baldwin Park's children and youth. The City Manager, following in the modus operandi of the criminal conduct of the Council Members and administrators, ignored the suggestions. In making these decisions, Carrillo and Yauchzee are committing a form of child abuse against the children of Baldwin Park.

Now, community members are concerned about Yauchzee's judgment. One community member stated, "I suppose it's alright if Yauchzee puts Hispanic children at risk, but it's another rule for his own white children. If he can't protect children, he certainly won't be protecting the community."

If you have a problem with this, you can email the new city manager, Shannon Yauchzee, at:

SYauchzee@baldwinpark.com

Below is the misdemeanor complaint of the newly hired boxing coach.




Sunday, October 5, 2014

Video of Mayor Lozano Getting Served Lawsuit

In this video, you see activist Jim Hunley, serve Mayor Lozano personally with my lawsuit. He slams it on the floor.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Mayor's Lawsuit Gets Written Up In the Paper

The Tribune wrote an article on the Mayor's lawsuit today. About time the Mayor got sued personally too.

Mayor Lozano Gets Sued (By Me!)

I want my readers to reflect on this quote.

"The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice." - Martin Luther King Jr.


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Activist Attorney Sues Mayor Personally for $10,000 for Abuse of Process

Paul Cook, activist attorney at law, sued Mayor Manuel Lozano of Baldwin Park for $10,000 in small claims court for abuse of process and malicious prosecution. Earlier in the year, Lozano attempted to obtain a temporary restraining order against Cook because he protested and leafleted at the park. Really, though, Cook believes that the City retaliated against him because he's been exposing the rampant corruption of the city officials and administrators.

The LA Superior Court entered a formal denial of the order because Cook's activities were protected under the First Amendment.

Cook alleges that the restraining order claim was frivolous and caused lost work time, emotional distress, and damage to his business reputation.

The suit was served on Lozano on October 1, 2014 outside City Hall. When Lozano realized that the envelope was stuffed with papers suing him, he dropped it and left it on the floor. The City Manager, the City Attorney, and the Clerk all came to his rescue as if he had been shot.

Because small claims court does not allow for attorneys to represent the defendant, Lozano must show up himself to defend himself. Otherwise, he faces automatically losing.

When asked why Cook is doing this, he stated, "I want to show the world that no one has to put up with bullying, even government bullying. The Mayor's misconduct was criminal in nature and therefore, he has to be held personally accountable for it. This is the United States of America, not a third world country. We have the Constitution. We have rights."

The City Officials and City Attorney were outraged that the lawsuit has been filed against the Mayor personally.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

District Attorney Withholds FIling Misdemeanor Against Me

The LA County District Attorney didn't file misdemeanor charges against me for disturbing the assembly. I was arraigned earlier this week. When I saw that my name wasn't posted for a misdemeanor hearing, I walked into the District Attorney's office to get proof that I showed up for court. The clerk told me I wasn't in the system. That told me that Baldwin Park most likely didn't hand over my file to the District Attorney.

Earlier in the year, after the City of Baldwin Park fired the head boxing coach, I booed the Director of Parks and Recreation at a city event at the city park. I also leafleted. Five Baldwin Park Police (aka Bullying Park Police) grabbed me, put me an arm bar, and threw me onto the streets. When I walked back into the park, I was arrested; strip searched by a woman police officer, who taunted me; and was left in jail for three hours. All this, because Princess Mayor Lozano couldn't stand me passing out articles that told the truth. The Director of Parks and Recreation launders money for the city.

I want you to stop and think about what this city has done to us innocent citizens for trying to make a difference in our community. First, the City of Baldwin Park trumped up charges against the boxing coach, accusing him of having an inappropriate relationship with a minor. He worked there for fourteen years and was on minimum wage. For all this time, he was given a forty cent an hour raise. All the boxers did was protest this wasn't right. Now is there anything wrong with that?

But for doing that, they also arrested me, jailed me, and then attempted to destroy my reputation. The Mayor filed a restraining order against me because I was an alleged stalker, harasser, and perjurer. Well, none of this worked because the incompetent City Attorney, Robert Tafoya, kept losing to me - over and over again - in court. (Someone needs to go back to law school.)

I want my readers to know we live in New Tijuana. Baldwin Park had a memorial that said, "It was better before the Whites came." The statement drew so much outrage from Americans, it forced Council Member Puerco Pacheco and Princess Lozano to take it down.

I think these public officials and administrators forget we live in America - where we have a Constitution. I know they want this to be Mexico City - where they can be dictators - but here, in the United States, the common citizens have rights and a Constitution. The Constitution is an agreement between the government and its citizens about what it won't do to harm us. What don't they get about this?

My insiders tell me that the Council Members were trying to get something out of the fact that they didn't prosecute me on my misdemeanor. Just for the record, I was going to take the whole case to trial to be vindicated by a jury of my own peers. It's ridiculous that these public officials were trying to get something out of me for something illegal they did against me. My guess is they were trying to use it as leverage so they could get a better deal out of the case they lost against the boxers. I'm so outraged at their tactics, I wish I could tell them to go screw themselves.

They really are criminals, all of them: Susan Rubio, Cruz Baca, Puerco Ricardo Pacheco, Corrupt Raquel Garcia and Princess Lozano.

Last year the Baldwin Park Police were complaining that they were such good protectors of our safety and rights, and that they didn't deserve to be replaced by the Sheriffs. The truth is there are some nice officers there and were sympathetic to me that day. But I think all of them need a reality check about what they're jobs really are and what their duties are. Violating the Constitution is not one of them. But when these goons, the Baldwin Park police, arrest and jail you against your Constitutional Rights, it becomes evident that they're the real enemies. That's why they should be known as the Bullying Park Police - get it I was bullied at the park.

And get this, the Chief of Police -the infamous Alcoholic Michael Ray Taylor - twice divorcee - and twice bankrupted - still wants more pay - after he fired a boxing coach (he was acting and wasteful City Manager at the time) who asked for forty cents more. Furthermore, the Baldwin Park Police are all complaining they don't get paid enough when they're average salary with perks is almost $100,000. Why do they deserve such a great pay raise when they pick on innocent citizens, abuse their power, fire the dedicated, and don't even understand our Constitution?

All of this is unbelievable. Baldwin Park is truly the Shame of the San Gabriel Valley and should be renamed Nuevo Tijuana.

PS: If you think my language is strong, imagine for one second that all you were doing is writing the truth about the largest criminal organization of your life: The City of Baldwin Park. And for telling the truth, you have five police officers grab you, arm bar you, arrest you, jail you, and try to arraign you on misdemeanor charge (for not doing anything wrong). Then, the Princess Mayor of your city writes a bag full of lies to try to get a restraining order against you from all city property. Almost everywhere is city property. Remember; we're supposed to be living in America.

In any event, I'm grateful to God that none of their evil schemes materialized against me.

Personally, I've been really busy with my cases and in court often. I'll write more soon about what these goons have been up to, since winning our trial against Baldwin Park (Nuevo Tijuana).

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Baldwin Park Fails Again to Release Documents

Even after a judge tentatively ordered the City of Baldwin Park to release documents, once again, the City lied and didn't do it. I mean, really?! What else do we have to do?

Last week Julian and I went to view documents in City Hall, remember the place that the Mayor and City Attorney tried to get a restraining order against me from visiting? When we went, I viewed the documents and so much was missing. When the City Attorney found out, he stated, "Tell him to come to my office in downtown, Los Angeles."

I replied, "Not gonna happen. And the government code says that the viewing needs to be made available in City Hall. If Tafoya knew the law, maybe the City wouldn't get sued so much."

This was despite the fact the City Attorney told the court over and over again everything was ready and has been ready. Word on the street is that they thought we were just after money and not really the documents. Not true - we want the truth.

Anyways, I had to send a letter to the evil and unintelligible Mayor and Council Members (three of them barely graduated high school) again letting them know that they're violating the tentative judicial order. I didn't get a response.

Well, that's what the City Attorney wrote. He can't control himself and he says the stupidest things. (Let's not forget that he forged a document with the court.) When I told him not all the documents were there, and I offered him a second chance, he said, "The City does not need a second chance. The documents were made available to Mr. Cook yesterday as required by the Court." 

This was another lie and a dumb one at that because to that, I responded: "The City Attorney’s letter is an express rejection and clear intent that the City believes all documents have been produced." We disagree. So the City could go back to court and the judge could sign off on a formal order for them to produce documents. I also told the City Attorney and the Corrupt City, I'm no longer answering anything regarding the matter. We're just going to court.

Of course, City Attorney, by email threatens and shouts and bullies more. He's on permanent ignore. In his latest defense, he said, that I'm not a real attorney because I still live with my mother. I read that and thought, Does his garbage ever end?

Before we went to trial, he wrote to me: “I do look forward to plying my trade against you.  It should be interesting. I am sure you are a worthy opponent and there is nothing like a good trial.” 

I guess he was right. There's nothing like a good trial to show him how evil and stupid him and his clients are. All he could ask the judge was if he lost. He sure did!

Anyways, I know I'm just summing up the garbage Baldwin Park is spewing out again. The point is that this City couldn't behave, even when the court, who it is obligated to listen to, tells them to. That's how bad they are.

I talked to an old timer activist attorney today and told him the recent happenings about Baldwin Park. He said, "Sounds like you need to convince Jackie Lacey to prosecute them. They're [the Council Members] never going to listen to anyone because they're criminals."

I nodded and asked him how to go about it doing it.