DIABETICS MUST UNITE AND LOBBY THE LAWS

Right now the Supreme Court is going to judge in October 2008 if Type 1 Diabetics will have the right to 1) Be listed as a person with a disability. If they are NOT; then the right to be hired in any US employment is at risk. And I KNOW Type 1s- one that is a brittle diabetic and she now works for the local PUBLIC library as a level 2 clerk and constantly is admonished and threatened to be fired because she is taking time to check her blood glucose levels while working. We as diabetics know this takes about 10 seconds. Longer if we need to inject or activate our insulin pump to lower our BG level OR to take carbs to HIGHER it according to multiple testing in a whole day.
Now as a diabetic you may not be able to do this or you will get fired and NOT HAVE ANY LEGAL ACTION YOU CAN TAKE AGAINST AN EMPLOYER for firing you while eating on the job, need to inject, or displaying any human fluid such as blood at the work place.

Notice of Proposed Rulemaking
Proposal to Revise ADA Regulations
under Title II and Title III
(updated August 26, 2008)
http://www.ada.gov
http://www.ada.gov/NPRM2008/ADAnprm08.htm

Also, US PUBLIC school students in USA can NOT use their syringes or lances at ANY TIME during classroom time or in the bathrooms. The diabetic student is NOT ALLOWED to keep their glucometer or syringes on their body at ANY TIME. They must go to a nurse office or be supervised by a faculty member. Can you imagine??? If you are feeling low during class and you just want to check BEFORE you eat 20 grams of carbs- or maybe you are just feeling nervous due to an exam coming up or just hormones of liking some new girl or boy that just came into the class.. yet you will have to be excused- miss about 20 minutes of class that only lasts 45 minutes. Discrimination PEOPLE and we all need to UNITE to fight this.

http://www.diabeteshealth.com/read/2008/05/22/5758.html

Also, in California and most other US states right now have already passed the law mandating all diabetics MUST PAY TO DISPOSE OF THEIR LANCES AND SYRINGES AND ANY MEDICAL TOOLS WITH BODILY FLUIDS into medical toxic disposal services. If they are found to be using regular waste disposal services they will be fined up to $1500 and more than three occasions mandatory jail time! Heroin addicts don't have such a law or penalty.


*Needle law runs into sharp criticism*
Daily Breeze - Torrance, Calif.
Author: Susan Abram
Date: Aug 30, 2008
"We hope to see a big reduction in the growing number of needles that are found in the waste stream," Kent Stoddard, vice president of public affairs for Waste Management Inc., said in a statement.

"We say that this is a ban without a plan," said Heidi Sanborn, executive director of the California Product Stewardship Council. "The law was passed without the mandate and the funding and the coordination to have a statewide program," Sanborn said.

"We are reaching out to all doctors' offices, medical establishments, pharmacies, retail store distributors of (needles), veterinary offices, hospitals, health and diabetes clinics, and drug counselors to form partnerships - to create an infrastructure to make it convenient for residents to safely dispose of (needles)," Bureau of Sanitation Director Enrique Zaldivar said.... con't
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I WAS WALKING MY CAT WHEN...

This is the blog/transcript of the broadcast podcast and video on ITUNES.com/ladymermaidLauraShow from June 2008 to August 2008

So I Was Walking My Cat When….

Tell stories of what occurs- the different looks from the dog walkers.. being asked “is that some kind of ferret or weird looking dog? Wow your dog looks kind of like a cat…

July 17, 2008—walking at 10:30pm and we go to our “park” area in front of a condo building and next to a vacant church parking lot. BearKat jumps up among the bushy area as usual and then I see something move in the fenced in parking lot area. So I shine my flashlight on it—I thought for sure it is a skunk since we have seen a few cross right in front of us over the months on these walks. There is a lot of rustiling going on and such—I say out loud to BearKat “Is it a skunk? I think it is a skunk? You go look and I’ll stay here” Then I see this shape—human leg – a woman’s pair of legs- like she is flat on her back and her knees are bent – going up toward the sky with her feet flat on the ground. Like an upside down letter V. OH MY IF THIS IS A DEAD BODY I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’LL DO!! It will certainly mess with my schedule tonight. I wanted to watch that Kathy Griffith Life On The D List show … I doubted my vision since it is very poor lately. Then I hear a male voice yell out “Hey, we are just ou there.. sorry”

WHAT?! I still couldn’t make out anything accept the legs and they weren’t moving as far as I could see and I could have sworn it was a black four legged cat like/skunk creature I saw against ths chain link fence; but now some guy was apologizing for having sex with with some woman—or are these teenagers?- out here on the black tar parking lot? He kept saying “It’s our anniversary.. sorry .” I said “Don’t apologize” He yells out “Oh no did you call the cops?!” No , no—don’t apologize- I just heard something move; we thought . .. Never mind; we are leaving. Happy anniversary.”

So BearKat and I walked down the street and around the corner and then I had a chill down my spine—what if he was RAPING some girl?!!! What kind of teenager OR adult would CHOOSe to have sex out on the pavement at 10:30pm at night?! Why not inside a car? A garage attached to a house? A backyard? A motel? SOMETHING OTHER THAN THIS UNLESS YOU ARE RAPING SOMEONE?!!!

I thought it was all an omen—John McCain makes jokes about a gorilla raping a woman.. and now I see female legs that don’t move or utter anything while a man talks??? I thought if she was alive she would have been to afraid to say “HELP” anyway, right? There has to be some secret code women know to say if they are being held captive and a stranger asks her “Are you okay” and the rapist is up real close to make sure she does not say the wrong thing. So the code word to answer would be “Just doing fine” and all would know that REALLY means “HELP I AM BEING RAPED!” and then I would know to get help and such… I need to contact Tori Amos and the whole “RAIN” people about my code word idea, eh?

Also, I thought-what if this was NECROPHILIA?! The guy had a female corpse all propped up and that is why he is outside on the pavement and bophing away on this dead body and I shine a flashlight on it all? I just don’t recall seeing the legs move at all!

Then BearKat jumped up this 8 ft wall and into someone’s backyard.. so my ideas of saving this dead or alive pair of legs took the back burner….

BearKat amazed me when he jumped up – like an elevator and landed back on the top of the wall and out of the stranger’s backyard….



BearKat and I walked to the front of the house with the great jungle like plants and landscaping in the front of the house. He usually poops in the soft dirt and we walk on to other houses. This night he stays in the front behind some bananna like trees. I keep whispering to him “Come On we got places to cover to night.. I want to steal some roses from the “rose bush house””

I hear rustling AWAY from BearKat. So I presume it is ANOTHER cat that is keeping BearKat’s attention here so I sit on the short brick wall facing the sidewalk and wait it out. But then I hear like a slithering thru the foliage area and I see BearKat jump up this 8ft brick wall. Something he has NEVER done before this. He walks along the wall and speaks out to me “Meow” ( I recently read that cats ONLY meow for the human’s sake. They do NOT communicate with one another is such away. Meow language is just not used. I have since observed this to be true, except for my 11 year old. Had her since kitten and she uses it to “talk “ to the other 3 cats now. They don’t get it I observed.)

Well BearKat is telling me- from what I perceive “Hey there is something creepy in the dirt there you better get up and move Laura…” So I do NOT move, but I put on my flashlight and start to investigate. BearKat jumps down and he is right next to me looking too. He disappears to the side yard of this house and I still hear the rustling and slithering.

So then it hits me- yeah I am slow. IT COULD BE A SNAKE!!! An escaped python?! Or rather a poor abused and abandoned starving python , eh? But nonetheless, it may eat my BearKat. BearKat you come out here now!!! He does not. Then I think maybe it is just a lizard. I have not seen ONE single lizard in the area since I moved to California. There are no ants, lizards, lightening bugs, butterflies- NOTHING in the suburbs here! Compared to the suburbs of Miami Beach—where flying Volkswagens (Palmetto Bugs and Carribbean cockroaches) and poisonous green caterpillars, and huge TOADS ran amok everywhere. I am shocked when I find a dead fly on my window sill here (I do get fruit flies though- so I stopped buying fruit to solve THAT problem).

I see BearKat come out and he RUNS out onto the sidewalk. He is DEFINITELY escaping something… I scold him for taking so long and DO NOT BE CURIOUS when something creepy may be there—RUN AWAY FROM IT NOT towards it!!!!

He doesn’t listen because next night he goes and LOOKS at same yard.. but nothing was there so he hopped out and onto next block.

***The dead cat’s grave. Poinsetta’s grave.

BearKat runs to this one area of a woman, named RoseMary, front yard. I talked to this woman one night and she noticed BearKat doing the same thing and she goes on to tell me that is where the family cat was buried a few years ago—turns out about TEN YEARS ago. And Poinsetta was buried there because it was her favorite spot to be in – the cat would wait out there in the day for her schoolaged son to come home and the rest of the kids in the neighborhood would pet the cat and visit with it. All at that spot and so when it died at age 13; they buried it there. And now BearKat- who never runs into any front yard really.. just walks on the sidewalk and sniffs all the curb parked car tires(why I still do not know) just took a Beeline to this front yeard and WHOMP right on the spot where this other cat is now buried. Oddity, eh?

RoseMary and I end up talking now when I catch her out in her front porch smoking a cigarette at 10pm or so. She may be tipsy when I do catch her—her speech is a bit slurred. Or maybe she had a stroke. She has told me all about her adult son (who still lives with her) and her aged and sick mother who lives with her. And now there soon to be dead dog.. he has lymphnoma or some kind of lymph cancer. So it is his last weeks she knows.

BearKat gets quite impatient if I talk more than five minutes. I usually end up for 30 minutes or more. When Rosemary says goodnight and I go to look for BearKat; he is nowhere to be found. I panick and get the flashlight out and the tin of dry food to shake . Call his name- whisper to a yell. Nothing. I walk around a perimeter and then expand the perimeter; then I get a feeling—look at treestump house..

Sure enough – 10 minute walk there and he is there WAITING FOR ME to show up to find him…. BearKat is amazing or maybe just normal.

The vacant rosebush house:



BearKat’s home used to be the bushes at the house in the middle of the road.


Vacant lot overlooking Cabrillo Beach- on 29thstreet?

Why we don’t like dogs on our walks—because they bark and bark and upset Bearkat with their vicious and aggressive barking. I go to pick BearKat up; he gets stressed and jumps and I am out past midnight looking for Bearkat and thus; now BearKat wears a bell ringing collar that really irritates the hell out of him since he can’t sneak up or sneak away anymore. And it is all the dogs to blame! Otherwise I wish I could have my own pet dog—and a HUGE Marmaduke like dog for sure. OR a huge sheep dog! I believe I have purposely overfed my 11 year old cat, Boo Boo Kitty, because I want her to become a HUGE dog substitute for me.. Or an alternative for my desire to have my own pot belly pig.

BearKat runs across four lanes of night traffic and I chase after him in the bad area of San Pedro- walking alleys and dark streets and all I wanted was to go into the grocery store

BearKat will outstare any cat until I pick him up – who has this much time?!
I rescued BearKat- I think. He was on the back alley building roof. He cut across their side yard so I had to go all the way around since it is private property and then I was calling and calling but he did not answer. Then I looked up and there he was on the roof. He started crying. I was supposed to figure out- at night- how to get him down? I climbed the wooden fence and did what I could with one hand and then got him down. The moment I had him in my arms he was purring so loudly. Which I noticed he hasn’t done since I first took him home from the vet and that was 2 months ago now.

Why we don’t like fast moving cars or loud cars or cars in general
My cat’s faces remind me of python heads and I creep myself out at night while they are sleeping on my bed NEXT TO ME!

The night we saw a “vampire cat”
Cast of “characters”—the houses and the ideas I’ve come up with of the people inside them:
Rosebush House- empty but the grounds are kept immaculate. Inside nothing but a wood floor with a nice Persian rug in living room area. The whole lay out is a waste—more yard than house altogether. No “staging” of this house of any kind. I imagine me owning it and I would put in a lap 2 lane pool and a hot tub in back and then extend the front yard to enclose that whole roof area over the one car garage and extend the backyard to the second level to be enclosed in house too. Now it looks like a 2/2 with so much yard and land. Perhaps the house was sold because it is a widow’s house and now she has moved in with her kids or a home and the kids are trying to sell it.. definitely no “quick sale” is being tried here. On market for 5 months at least that I am aware.

Amityville Horror house—tonight 7/26 I believe IT IS of a serial killer. For months I’ve noticed that the person NEVER opens any windows or curtains/blinds. Is up in the upstairs “room” at night with lights on some times from 9 to 10pm but NEVER after that. Front room never has any movement or lights. Tonight I saw the ceiling beams as RAW, like in an attic. So is this person living in their attic??? I saw the kitchen door open one afternoon and that was that and I have noticed some movement of objects from the front yard – the spray hose nossel moved and the crawl space area covered with white picket things and the SUV on the side curb=gone in day and there at night. I think when I was out with BearKat one morning at 6am the car was just leaving- I did not make an effort to see inside the car- man or woman. So I am thinking they are a serial killer for now and I would say “Officers, look I watched the movies and most recent “Disturbia” like in Hitchcock’s “Rear Window” and ALL THE TIME the observer IS CORRECT and a MURDERER DOES LIVE THERE!!! “
Yeah, I’m in fear of calling any police now due to my own unfortunate experiences with them. Don’t trust them to do ANY good job whatsoever. I can confirm the majority are low IQ, hellbent on vigilante against everyone that will NOT harm them. Twisted sociopaths all.

“Dog Abuser”--Man in 2nd story apt- now find out he may be harming his dog… across from rosebush house

House Expander House—have been trying to add additional floors and landscaping to this house for months but nothing ever moves or gets done it seems. Their furniture is out in front , potted huge plants, grass in flats to be planted- this way for about 2 months. The back yard finally did build up to a foundation and walls and tonight I saw a metal spiral staircase in the back yard- so it is going thru I guess

The TWO outdoor kitties house—there are two cat condos on the very front porch and these two calico kitties are usually out there at night with porch light on. So sad they are not allowed in doors but they seem to know NOT to walk on street or around cars and such. Maybe there is a cat door in the back and they come and go as they wish; but for now I believe they are being forced to stay outside at night so they must live in fear of raccoons, skunks and opossums

House In Middle Of Street- BearKat’s old “home” in the bushes here. Great landscaping . 2529 South Cabrillo Ave. Found the story was an older woman lived there – she was divorced or widowed and over the years created this plush and flower variety landscaping; did a whole refurish of the windows and painting the house, planted all the bushes and flowering plants herself and did all the detailed care of it and then sold the house and now a young couple that lives there—one really tall man with dark thin hair and I’ve never seen the woman but just hear her thru the window at night. I hear this guy snore loudly thru their open bedroom window but I NEVER see any lights on- they do have wood blinds; but I noticed I could see lights from a TV on thru them but never see any bright lights on at night but they always leave the front and back yard lights on at night but they stopped putting on the stair lights (embedded in the brick stairs). Bearkat used to live in the bushes here between the house and the sidewalk. It was plush and a garden jungle like but STILL in the dirt, in the bushes, wondering if a skunk or raccoon would kill them while they slept. Wondered who would feed him the next day.. but when I take him on his walks he doesn’t seem to have any fear but really likes to check areas out and would never check them out on his own. He just stayed isolated in these bushes day and night.. I start to cry when I think of him and now that I have BobaLuLu- she used to live under the cars parked on the curb over here—afraid to go IN the bush area where BearKat was. So very sad they must have been- except BearKat never seemed to sad, just lonely at times. He never wanted to stay indoors with me when I tried before I totally rescued him.

Thursday 7/24 I drove BearKat to White’s Point/Royal Palms. I just thought- HEY I think he would like this and I would get to be near the ocean. And on the drive I realized NO WAY could we have ever walked here—it is too dangerous on the road/Western , to get down the path at night- we would be slaughtered by oncoming cars for sure since there is no sidewalk or path at all. So only way to get here is driving… We got out and he liked it immediately BUT he ran right for the edge of the cliff! Oh my heart was pounding—I shined the flashlight to let him see that it is the EDGE and the rocks and ocean are 100 feet or more below.. He came back in the gated area. Then I went to sit on the concrete bench and WHOMP a huge raccoon came out at my feet and then ANOTHER one was right behind me! I shined the flashlight on them both and yelled out to BearKat- LOOK OUT THERE ARE RACCOONS! It was nice that I am able to yell and make noise here at this park because there are no houses near by. But also there was no moon and no light so we were kind of just trying to guess where the path was and I didn’t want to run into anymore raccoons or spider webs. So then I began to worry- some poisonous spider might get on BearKat! He was walking in between all the bushes and my flashlight beam was highlighting the webs across them! I refused to walk thru because I felt all icky about it.. something crawling in my hair or across my skin…. Then the raccoons could just come out and attack BearKat and I would not be able to see him right away. THIS WAS A STUPID IDEA TO COME AT NIGHT!!! But Bearkat seemed to really enjoy it. I tried to get him to stay in the kids play area—the swingset and jungle gym in the floor protected area inside the gate. No wild animal was in here. I swung on the swing and slid down one of the dew soaked slides but Bearkat ran into the shrubs and wild plant life. We walked to the well lit bathroom area but he got bored. I heard some voices and figured some people are on the path—I saw a couple leave when we arrived and then heard 3 people walk the path with some Croation or thick Slavic type accent. No one said hello to me so I don’t initiate it. I only had my flashlight and felt I should have more—knife, food, more clothes- just had shorts and top on since it was so hot that day. I chose NOT to go down the road path to the ocean because definitely would be more raccoons and feral cats I have seen there before too. And then I remembered SNAKES—snakes are probably here too.

I never worried about any of this for myself.. but now with Bearkat.. I had to.

Listened to NPR program about how much money we spend on our pets and how we tend to isolate ourselves and project all of our feelings about ourselves or what we expect of an animal on our pets. And I felt that hit it right on the head for me. I rush home every time I am NOT home just to get to my cats. I talk about them if they were children. I don’t seek out any human relationships at all. Feel quite content with just living with my cats. I look forward to spending time with them… so very pathetic or over done?

I decided White’s Point will be revisted but I will go at 6pm or so- with light still strong but hopefully not so many people- go on Monday or something. Just getting BearKat in and out of car with little hassle and recognition by nasty neighbor will be the difficult part. I feel so guilty not to include Butch in all this. I realized this same night why Butch did nto enjoy his trip to the beach on 2007-08 new year’s eve- the sand would blow in his eyes and he ran to hide in the bushes. But also- he just doesn’t like to be out in open and runs to be against a wall or inside bushes. The leash was no help at all- it came right off his neck…

Snowball/BobaLuLu ran out that one time—sat on steps for a while then disappeared. I thought she would NEVER want to go outdoors ever again; but she showed up about 30 minutes later. I was thinking she went to her old areas just to check what was there and such. Maybe even looking for the food plates people would leave out?

7/25/08 btwn 9:30-10pm; BearKat and I were out walking our normal route and down to the “rosebush house” and I was resting on the concrete steps in between this one apt building and another. Bearkat was staying on the concrete wall and was perked up. And then this tall guy comes walking out with no shirt on. Abut 6ft, thick black hair down to neck, long jeans or dark pants- jeans no belt- maybe LEE or LEVI patch on back can’t remember. He had NO SHIRT and all I thought was he was hot and we could have sex right now! It has been so long for me. He came storming out of what seemed the laundry area of this building. He looked at me and I picked up BearKat and we continued to walk down the sidewalk to the Rosebush house. I didn’t think much more of it except that this guy was in good lean shape- but no ab muscles I could see as well defined- he just didn’t have a beer gut or the like and was slim and no hair on his chest or arms- skin looked a bit olive- Italian or Latin descent; not sure. But THEN on way back- about 20 minutes later? No at least 30—BearKat and I went down to Carolina Ave—so we were gone a good 30 min or maybe even 1 hour!

And see the bare chested man AGAIn- same building and now he was walking on edge of this concrete wall but behind the bushes so I yelled out “Hey are you okay?” “Yeah” and that was that. I watched him walk to this spiket on side of building- so I guess he at least was familiar with the building; then he was holding a black Tshirt around his right arm and then rinsed himself off in the spicket water and walked down the concrete stairs and up the sidewalk still with no shirt on. He had black and white Ked like sneakers.

Thought maybe he got locked out of his apt or he was THROWN out—could be in his 19s or 20s and mother threw him out? Or a girlfriend that he was mooching off of? Or maybe he is in his 30s- I only saw him street light; never saw his face- but I could draw a picture of how his head and hair were and his smooth back and chest I saw…

THEN I thought – maybe he just RAPED a girl/woman and he went to the spicket to wash off his sweat from the exhaustion of physically battling with a woman he forced himself on???!!! I don’t recall seeing any scratch marks or bleeding on his bare chest or back and he was not in any pain it seemed; just annoyed and on a mission.

Well 7/26 he was not there.. but I wonder was their any crime committed last night or should I stop watching Hitchcock films or starting writing my OWN?!!!
Then at the house in middle of the street, 2529 S Cabrillo Ave, I saw a dead animal at their front yard curb in the street. I shined my flashlight on it and it was NOT a cat; but an Opossom with blood all over its front paws and mouth—was it attacked or hit by a car?

I tried to talk to BearKat about this—this is why you must enjoy being an INDOOR KITTY—if a wild animal like an Opossum- with such good eyesight and street smarts gets hit by a car.. what chance do YOU have BearKat??? He didn’t seem to care.. it was still there on 7/26 Saturday night so now I must look up the “get the dead animal out of my street city number” It has a strong odor now… the new people in the house in the middle of the street don’t seem to care to keep up the grand landscaping they bought – I saw tonight they chopped down all the daisies … so I cut the pretty white fragrant flowers from one bush and took it home for myself. I saw the daisy bush- chopped down to the ground! And they used to have this long metal pipe in the middle of the sidewalk so the kids played with it and banged each other until I asked the guy driving out of garage to take it—he said he did NOT live there but knows the owners.. so maybe he is house sitting??? Not sure what is going on.

Also, tonight 7/26 Saturday; BearKat and I were at the Rosebush House and heard a dog bark and cry up at the 2nd floor- so now we have “Dog Abuser”; He probably is not—I’ve seen him and heard him for many nights now. I always thought he was checking ME out at the rosebush house and maybe tattle on me.. tonight I saw a cop car drive by while BearKat and I were sitting on the front porch! But just drove right by. One night I saw the interior lights on and thought maybe someone is spending the night because they saw the footprints in the back yard from me the night before?

Well- tonight this dog was crying and crying—looked like a puppy beagle from all I could see from the street level up to the 2nd floor balcony. Then the guy came out- about 5’10 or less, beer belly , wears no shirt, brown hair all messy on top. He usually is out on balcony or with his windows open and talking loudly on his phone. I heard other night “Well Denise hasn’t talked to him. Denise doesn’t know.. or I haven’t heard from Denise..”

Hmmm- Denise could be his sister and talking about her estranged husband now appearing back in her life??? Denise could be the boss and talking about some work thing? Or Denise is someone’s girlfriend and she is talking about one of HIS friends that is missing?

Well he comes out a few times while BearKat and I were watching and actually talking to the dog from the yard of the rosebush house “Cute puppy… good puppy.. such a good puppy” Bearkat actually walked across the street to try and check out the dog more closely- why is this puppy crying Laura??? Then Bearkat lost interest and went on about his business at the backyard of the rosebush house. But I was having a hard time just listening to this puppy cry and cry to get IN to the apt from this balcony. Why was the puppy being forced outside? Maybe guy has a girlfriend over—it is HER puppy (he never seemed to have one before) and he ordered the dog to be put outside or SHE did? Or he just got this puppy and it pooped inside so now he is forcing it to be a balcony dog?

Well just before BearKat and I went out at 9:30pm for our night walk- I was watching “Animal Precinct” and thought I could take acton with this abuse by placing a notice inside the apt building mailbox area (those doors are always open) and put “To the guy with the dog on 2nd floor back apt” and inside put “Notice To Comply” and state that if he does not treat this dog with compassion and humanity the ASPCA task force will come to him- you have 24 hours to comply.

Then I thought--- no offer kindness and resources perhaps??? Put a flyer that says FREE dog walking- my reward is to make sure your dog is happy and you are enjoying the wonderful dog. I walk my cat (yes a cat) at 5:30am and 9:30pm and have done miracles with other people’s pets with behavior adaptations and improvements for both pet and owner. I have many resources for low cost or no cost to regular cost care for pets – from food, vets services and dog sitting/walking. Please comprehend this is just a humane gesture and not to impose upon you in anyway. Understand that these domesticated animals do NOT understand any punishment but only rewards and compassion. They have relatively short lives; so I trust you want their life to be a joyful one for this little time they are here. Let me know if I or others can help you out.

And I can leave this out tomorrow if the dog is still there—leave it out regardless I guess. I have a whole “story” made up about owning the rosebush house but since my husband was killed in Afghanistan had to sell, so I come and visit the house and take care of the garden.. OR say I know the gardner and just use the yard for the cat and a safe place to hang out at night on our cat walks.

Shadows in the alley way—so I was sitting on the concrete stairs at that same or the next building where I saw the bare chested guy the night before. This time I hear some banging and rustling- and a big wind came so it looked like the wind was blowing some plastic tarp thing back and forth but then I saw separate movement in a shadow- or was it. It first looked like two box like ‘animals’ moving back and forth and toward each other on the other side of the wire fence. Then I realized I was viewing shadows from the one back porch light at this building and possibly it is two humans standing up against some wall and maybe they were making out OR
Maybe it was two guys trying to break in to some apartment?

Why think these things—why aren’t people INSIDE if they live here? Why do they have to sneak around outside like that couple having sex outside a building? Why was that bare chested guy using an outdoor spicket instead of an inside shower? THIS IS NOT NORMAL AND IT IS SUSPECT! And I don’t like trying to figure it out anymore! My eyes became so exhausted trying to figure out what I was viewing in these shadows. So I grabbed BearKat and I walked up the sidewalk and told BearKat we are going home and we will go to the park on Sunday evening.

7/26-27 2am I just called 311 and gave info about the dead opossum and gave my name as tyler; and 495# the guy said they would get out in 48 hrs. Oh well.. I was surprised they answered at 2am!
7/28/08 10pm appx. It was eerily dark and quite tonight. A majority of houses had their interior and exterior lights all off nd street lights were off too! And then the house with the “rustling maybe snake” front yard had their garage door open with the car inside and all the lights were off. 10pm and they are dead asleep and left all lights off? If they were so absent minded to leave the garage door wide open, then why weren’t they absent minded enough to leave a few lights on? So tired from work or something that day that they went straight to bed? Not even to have the TV on? Or a kitchen light on? And I wondered if I should go and ring the front door and make them aware of the garage door? Or just walk on by? The neighborhood is pretty harmless , right? Then bang bang bang rat a tat… at first thought gun shots but then all the other familiar noises of illegal fireworks. AFther about an hour heard the same sounds again on walk back towards my apt.

We walked to the vacant lot overlooking Cabrillo Beach and BearKat kept staring up at the brick wall area so I shined the flashlight and it was either a black cat or an opossum. Whatever it was it took off lightening fast and then Bearkat – unknown by me at the time- took off after just as fast! It was like a strong wind that rushed past me! Only because of BearKat’s bell collar did I hear that it was he that ran past me to chase after this other animal.

He came back to me in about 5 minutes- but sheesh- what the heck is chasing after another animal? What purpose does it serve I asked him. He only laid and rolled on his back on the concrete sidewalk.

Almost all the residences were all dark at still it was not even 11pm and why doesn’t anyone leave their porch lights on?! And these pick up trucks , I witnessed TWO different trucks speed right thru stop signs on the streets. And then to hear the illegal fireworks again just made me doubt the safety in this area. I heard sirens and thought GREAT finally the police/ LAPD will get thewse fireworker punks.. NOPE I then heard fire engine siren and sounds—so it was something totally different and not for the fireworks.

On walk back – the building which some guy is always making buzzing/sawing noises in the backyard; this old man comes out of the beat up old style staion wagon with a plastic bag and I say hello because I was sitting on the wall in a shadow- so as not scare anyone. I was seating there waiting for BearKat to make his where abouts known because anytime we are about a block away from home he “disappears” to prolong his time outside. I told the guy I was walking my cat- yes it is odd, but that is what he likes. Then I shined the flashlight on BearKat and the old guy recognized BearKat right away “Oh that guy, he is a good guy.” Yeah I adopted him and we take walks all the time. “Oh, well that is good, but my sister worries about the white cat . Haven’t seen it around and she was crying about it the other day.” Oh, well I adopted that one too! “Oh, you did. We called it Snowflake. I’ll tell my sister about that, she will be glad.” Well, Snowflake or Snowball was the name some kids in the neighborhood called it. I told the story of the firecrackers wrapped around it and I saved it and took to vet and now it is in my home and he and his sister are welcome to come and visit it and I gave my apt #. The guy said he was just feeding the cats at the marina – not sure if he met just tonight or he does on occasion. I just jumped to thinking—why didn’t he ever just adopt Bearkat or the white cat if he goes and feeds strays in a marina?! I would see that old station wagon and think maybe some putz. I just thought these people were jerks or some negative feelings about it all in any case; so thought tonight it was good that I talked to the guy to find out he was helping stray cats and was glad to come inside and tell BabaLuLu/Snowflake that people were asking about her well being. She didn’t seem to care…

DISCRIMMINATION AGAINST DIABETICS May 23, 2008

DISCRIMMINATION AGAINST DIABETICS

I have had to go to the California State Supreme Court just to have the right to become a SCUBA instructor and prove that it is prejudicial NOT to look at my individual medical history; where as the state of California believed that ALL Diabetics are too much of a health risk to ALL persons in the state! Yes, this was in 1998- just 10 years ago. Now I see many Type 1s and Type 2s (where before they could not even be certified to dive; let alone be an instructor) are enjoying the high risk recreational sport of SCUBA diving and Divers Alert Network/ Duke University did a 15 year study of how a diabetic dive buddy is one of the most reliable and responsible dive buddy you could ever choose!

Now, ten years have passed and I was at a Walgreen's in Torrance/Harbor City, CA. I was on my way to my regular doctor check up just a 1/2 block away. I went in to Walgreen's to pick up glucose tablets and check on a prescription for my insulin. I recall feeling the symptoms of a hypoglecemic reaction- insulin shcok or "low blood sugar". I have had the disease since I was four years old. I am 36 years old today.

Next thing I recall I was at my doctors office in the exam room and two LA SHERIFF Police men were there but no doctor or medical staff was around...

It turns out that the manager and/or the pharmacist that KNEW I AM A DIABETIC due to the many RX of insulin and syringes over the past year; but they called the police and NOT paramedics. LA SHERIFF police showed up and saw me on the floor and throwing toilet paper rolls off a shelf. Survellance video does show me on all fours crawling around trying to find something (food or sugar I would guess knowing myself); not causing harm or threat to anyone or anything except the toilet paper.

The LA Sheriff Dept officers Matt Lincoln and R. Ramirez; chose to ignore my medic alert bracelet around my right arm wrist and surveillance video showed they went thru my purse and wallet- yet itgnored the HUGE card on the outside of my wallet that states :I AM A DIABETIC. No, these officers believed I was a drug addict. The term "PCP" was used quite often once I was coming out of my hypoglecemic reaction.

Somehow I walked up the block to my doctor's office from the Walgreen's while the police were there! This I do not recall. My car was found at the Walgreen's parking lot four days AFTER I was released from jail. I got into the doctor's office and a nurse that recognized me and my symptoms took me into an exam room right away and took my blood glucose level and gave me a box of apple juice and I was able to consume it. It has about 30 grams of carbohydrates; just enough to bring me up from the 19 mgl of my blood glucose level. Whereas; anything UNDER 50 is ER MODE. The cops followed me and found me; these specifications I cannot detail because I was unconcious but physically able to move. It has happened to me before- I actually drove my grandmother around one day when I was 19 years old in Florida and I had no recollection of doing ANYTHING that afternoon! I just went on auto pilot and made it to a doctor's office back then! I have had only four of these type of episodes/total black- out -but -can -drive- or- walk incidents in my lifetime with Type 1 Insulin Dependent Diabetes Mellitus (IDDM). This was the fourth.

My diabetes had become brittle due to so many factors over the past year. My husband was killed in Afghanistan as a Captain of the Royal British Air Force November 22, 2007 (btw- the same day, NOv 22.. what other wonderful man was killed in Dallas, TX in 1963 NOv 22???)
and I was fine for about 3 months afterwards; but just as most all psychological textbooks have-- delayed emotional depression occurs up to 6 months post tragedy/trauma. And it occurred with me-- couldn't get out of bed; didn't take my multiple daily injections of 6 a day; no food, no exercise; no social communications whatsoever. Never went to work, never paid bills, never did anything and I had no family that cared to help me recover. My parents - my mother- mentally/emotionally ill- bipolar and borderline personality disorder- continues to antagonize me for even marrying a military man.. "You got what you deserved.. He probably isn't dead.. just is hiding from you..." We were married for 7 years and 9 months. Foster parents of four different children over the years. I had to give up the two children we were fostering for 3 months after my husband's death DUE TO ME NOT BEING ALLOWED TO TAKE CARE OF THEM ON MY OWN DUE TO MY DIABETES!!! The only reason we could be foster parents YET NOT ADOPT A US CHILD; was because my husband worked in or near home at all times. When he was deployed in 2006; I was not honest with the social workers; yet the children were just fine with having me as their foster mother for those 3 months. So the depression of losing my husband AND the children were/are too much at times.

NOw this! The doctor- not an endocrinologist; but was my primary care doctor at UCLA-Harbor office; Dr. Theresa Nevarez. She commented to the LA SHERIFF officers "Laura's blood glucsoe level is lower than mine. She is fine. (Turns to look at me;) "Laura you probably just fainted because of the adrenaline and stress of being caught by the police. YOur blood sugar is lower than mine!"

My wits were coming back to me. I focused on this remark a medical doctor had just stated to me-- MY BLOOD GLUCOSE LEVEL IS LOWER THAN A NON DIABETIC AND SHE HAS NO CLUE TO HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS?!!! It did get up to 73 after 20 minutes post the consumption of the juice box and I was working on a 2nd of glucose tabs I had in my purse that I just purchased at the Walgreen's what seemed moments ago- but was factually about 1 hour prior.

Officer Lincoln was on his radio saying "No, this BITCH is on PCP or something else. .. Yeah I want something big.. no misdemeanor.. something big.. This BITCH tried to get away from me... The BITCH won't answer any of my questions.. Get me a code of a felony, man.. No something BIG.. I want this BITCH to go down!"

In my purse I had a video camera I use with my teaching- yes I am a professor of marine biology at the Catholic University, Loyola Marymount University. I turned it on. It has an auto function to email the video or audio file to my email address when I push the option to do so. I was video taping the officers' name plates on their shirts and I was recording the conversation Matt Lincoln was having over his radio. Ofc Ramirez told me to stop recording. Then I spoke up that I have every right to record anything- Under the new Patriot Act/FISA bill; if I feel I am being threatened or terrorized any agent of the government can record without any permission or due cause. I am an employee of the Dept of Defense- I part time teach at the air force base in lifeguarding and SCUBA instruction every summer.

I said none of this; but I know my rights. I kept recording. Ramirez said they will "take you in if you don't shut that thing off".
I chose not to. I was handcuffed in seconds. My purse was taken and then I was taken to the squad car and smashed into the back. My right hand and wrist were in excrutiating pain because the handcuff was too tight and was cutting of my circulation; also I had a rotator cuff injury on my right shoulder - so being strapped with my hands behind my back was really painful for my whole right side. I kept begging to loosen the handcuffs and Ramirez and Lincoln kept exclaiming "You must be leaning on the cuffs; don't lean on them" And this is while I had my head on my lap with my arms straight up in the air like a YOGA position just to try and relieve my body of the pain. There is no relief when your shackles cut off the blood circulation. The hand went numb and swelled up to 10 times its normal size; 7 hours later I was released from the handcuffs.

For about 2 hours we sat in the car at the doctor office parking lot. Lincoln was going back and forth on the radio trying to get a good charge on me. He got one-- "Fraudulent Prescription Code 4324 (A) BD/P" In the state of California, a person can not have a facsimile of any kind of any medical prescription. This can be filed as a felony or a misdemeanor; it is up to the arresting officer.

I had a Xerox copy of my prescription for insulin and syringes in my wallet for commercial airline security purposes. The originals were used at the pharmacy. I was not charged until 7 hours later- which is known as false arrest/ and held without notification of charges. Same thing the prisoners - foreign prisoners; are going thru at Guntanomo Bay, Cuba under the US Government actions. And now, me, a US citizen, dressed in a FAUX Chanel suit; PhD in marine sciences and a lifelong Type 1 Diabetic; I get arrested for having a copy of my RX of insulin.

I was charged with this felony with a minimum of $20,000.00 bail. It was Memorial Day weekend. My birthday was on May 19; and my husband's Memorial was being broadcast on a CBC and BBC special on BBC America channel. (British Broadcasting Channel and Canadian Broadcasting Channel). I was at the LA Sheriff jail in Carson, CA. I remained handcuffed the whole time I was in the holding cell by myself. My blood glucose level was now going extremely high---a diabetic can feel the symptoms of dehyrdation, constant urination, eyeballs feel like they are going to pop out due to no eye fluid; muscles begin to cramp because the blood can't circulate due to high volumes of glucose are sticking/stopping up the flow of blood throughout the body and arterial flow to the brain is decreased; thus massive headache and emotional crankiness. I imagined I was in the 400s when normals should be 80- to 120... A diabetic can go into a coma in a matter of minutes with too low of a blood glucose level but in a few days or a week; with a high blood glucose level they go into a keotone acidosis coma where the organs are destroyed and the body shuts down. This is irrepairable damage.

My clothes and shoes were taken away. I kept requesting to use a phone. I am a member of the Pre Paid Legal service; that you can call a toll free number or a collect call number. I did not have the numbers with me; but I was hoping someone would be helpful with getting the number out of my purse.

I was arrested once before in California. I was protesting at my campus of California State Univ- Long Beach; at the marine science lab for debarbing the skates/bat rays in the wild due to local merchants stating that they were turning tourists away to the local beaches because ONE person got "stung". They put these animals back into the wild AFTER they took away their only defense mechanism from their predators of sharks and huge crabs found in their environment. This was in 1997; now 11 years later; the population of skates in the area have fallen drastically.. wonder why???

I was arrrested for protesting - among about 30 other students; because we had no permit to protest on private property. It was bargained down because it was known as public/state property. The female jailors at that time were very helpful; let me look in my PDA for numbers. I called about five people then; even called to cancel a recording studio session I had the next day! I was only in a cell for about 4 hours back then. And they handcuffed us all with our hands in our laps NOT around our backs.

Yes, it is now being proven that Officer Matt Lincoln, caucasian male LA Sheriff Dept officer for 1 year; had taken everything personally and to the unprofessional extreme against me.

AT one point at this Carson jail I was being forced by physical abuse and lack of my rights- no use of phone, being handcuffed, taking off all my clothes (I never have and still don't wear underwear or bras) in front of male and female cops and other male prisoners; and thrown up against a brick wall and then thrown down on the floor and stepping on my back several times ALL BECAUSE THEY WANTED ME TO SIGN A FORM STATING I HAD NO MEDICAL PROBLEMS!

"You can leave alot sooner if you sign this form.. You better sign this form... You are going to get into a lot of trouble if you don't sign this form..." Were the warnings from Officer Guzman, male caucasian. I held my ground. I was not going to be forced. I thought- I have no children, no husband, no real responsibilities to anyone; so I don't care what you do to me because I am not effecting anyone by staying in here longer or suffering more. I am here for a reason and I will pray to find out what this reason is.

Then the fingerprinting officer... female , caucasian, hater of all humans, Officer Maher. I forced myself to remember all names with gneumanic devices. Maher was easy because I watch the HBO show "Bill Maher". Nasty and hateful is putting it mildly. She kept smashing my right hand- still swollen and sore from the 7 hours of circulation deprevation; down on this board to take my fingerprints. My hand would not go flat due to the terrible injuries it already had suffered. She took it personally also. "What does this hand hurt or something? Well lets see how THIS FEELS! WHACK!" Slammed down again and I would flinch and she would notice and then she would taunt and make more bullying remarks. And all the while this male officer Guzman was standing there egging HER on; driving her MORE insane against me!!! Inflicting more and more. I don't know if they ever got the full right hand of fingerprints; I blacked out from the pain.

And still NO MEDICAL ASSISTANCE WHATSOEVER!

Then I was told I had to be extradited to another location SINCE YOU REFUSE TO SIGN THE MEDICAL WAIVER FORM!!!
I was going to where Paris Hilton was incarcerated for 3 days and 2 nights I was told. "Yeah you Palos Verdes Bitches can all hang out together..." My home address is in a very affluent area. Previously in the squad car at the doctor's office; the arresting officers: Lincoln and Ramirez were making condenscending remarks about people in Palos Verdes Estates. I did try to make conversation with these men while I was "sitting" with my head in my lap. I had taken 3 years of psychology and worked as a pediatric psychologist- Case worker for the county orphanage- home for abandoned and abused children. Now it is closed down and the children were all relocated to Texas and Lousiana.. but now after the hurricanes; who knows where they are now, eh?

I found that Officer Lincoln had NEVER been shot at; but he had fired his gun several times. AH HA.. guy has MAJOR emotional problems and reacts in an extreme and dangerous manner I concluded. And he HATES all women.. even his mother. I asked some leading questions, knowing ALL men LOVE to talk about themselves; whereas women seem to be a bit apprehensive to do so with any stranger. Mostly Lincoln spoke about how he became an officer because he "needed to". I asked if it was to help his community and both officers sarcastically laughed and made such remarks.

The stereotypical racist, misongyinstic cops seen in almost every movie about such. So it is NOT a Hollywood contrived character!!!

Around 9pm, no food, no water, no phone call, no medical assistance; I was sent to the Century City LA Sheriff Jail. There was a payphone in this holding cell with about 20 women. Yes, mostly black and Latin women. I was the only caucasian.

What was so remarkable was the compassion all these women had for any new person that walked thru the barred gated doors. One girl was crying in my arms because this was her third arrest for using some drug. I know she told me but I can't remember if it was crack or heroin. All these young women seemed to have the same environment of being beaten down at home and in their community. Typecast as worthless and useless; so they grow up not knowing anything better for themselves. And the vicious cycle continues. I was a Big Sister in Miami with a young girl that lived in the projects of South Florida. From age 9 to 15 I was her mentor and she would get in to trouble at school and then she would resolve her problems. Eventhough her guardian; her grandmother- her mother was a crack addict and no longer with the family; and she was the eldest of 8 siblings. All had different fathers. Her grandmother would BEAT THIS GIRL up just because she was reading her library books OUT LOUD or late at night. Reading was the Devil's work; her grandmother would tell her. Her grandmother worked two jobs all day and this 9 year old had to take care of all the kids and sometimes would skip school if the baby could not be taken care of by some aunt down the street.

I was told the mother was forced to have her tubes tied after the 7th child and if she was on welfare. It is now mandatory after five children. You have a choice- go off welfare or get your tubes tied.

Same system in all communistic and socialistic countries-- if you take government funds; they can tell you how many children you can have. The US even enforces abortions-- Republican policy. If you are mentally ill or on welfare; they enforce abortions.

My- I have gotten off topic, eh? ;-)

But here it all is- forget about reading or viewing a movie about it.. this is how the "other half" lives; all in a microcism here in the Century City Jail!

I was able to only call by collect call. I called my parents in Arizona. My mother hung up on me because she could not believe I was arrested for being a diabetic so I must be lying and don't ever shame the family again!

I called back and was going to beg my mother to look up the Pre Paid Legal phone number and give it to me. She did do this the second time I called. It was 11pm PST. PrePaid Legal called a bailbondsmen.

I was told later; that the bailbondsmen had my bail paid at midnight that same night and a taxi was waiting for me outside the jail to take me home. I was not released until May 27, 2008 at 6pm. MOnday of Memorial Day. A taxi was there. I was taken to the Carson jail to get my purse. All my money and video camera were missing. Ah, but the cops did not realize I videotaped and sent it all to my email address that instant I recorded it!

I got to my car and went home to my four recently rescued cats. In the past year; 2 cats in the area came to my door at different times and I rescued one from death at the local shelter. YES I AM 'THE OLD WIDOWED LADY ON THE HILL WITH ALL THE CATS..." Another stereotype, eh?

I got my crimminal attorney on Tuesday. Went to the urgent care clinic that Monday night to look at my hand; but mostly because I wanted to get a full on illegal drug test because I knew; after what I had been thru and what I witnessed in jail- that I was going to court and sue everyone and anything. Then I calmed down of course;-)

I observed a bipolar woman who was softly repeating the word HELP over and over again for hours; just sitting on the bench in the jail area where we all were; handcuffed to the bench; where we all were not. Then 3 male officers and two female officers held her down and put a black plastic bag over her head while she was still handcuffed and kept yelling at her to SHUT UP. She was struggling to breathe. One female cop was videotaping the whole thing! A small camera like I had.. could it have been mine??? I didn't know mine was taken until I was released. Also the jewelry they took off me and my medic alert bracelet was all missing too. I had an extra at home. The crucifix made of emeralds which my husband gave to me 2007 birthday was gone.

Other incidents: Myself and another woman were smashed to the concrete ground when we did not follow a yellow line when we were marched into a shower area. I just didn't pay attention and walked the direct route instead of following this yellow line on the floor that serpentined all the way around. So I was physically punished for this.

And all the while- I had missed 27 injections of insulin. Taking 6 every day and more if my blood glucose is too high. I chose not to eat any food- all they gave was cold bread and peanut butter packet with milk- hot milk. I would drink the milk- but that is high in carbs too- shoots the blood glucose way up. I was presuming I was in the 600s or more the whole time.

I got my purse with my glucometer in it and checked- it would not register. The glucometer only goes up to 520! I injected 40 units of humalog and waited. When I was at urgent care clinic; found their X Ray machine was not working; so they could not look at my hand; but could tell it was broken so they put a cast on it. My blood glucose level dropped to 320 an hour after taking the Humalog. I made sure I was tested for PCP and all other drugs that are mood modifying substances- legal or illegal. I came out negative for everything.

I met with my crimminal attorney, Frank Rorie. Looks just like Hugh Downs from the 20/20 TV show. He said my charge became a felony due to me being at a pharmacy so I could use my "false prescription" or be seen to have intention to use it.
Yet, it was agreed that this was all horrible injustice.

A month later we appear for a hearing; previously the LA Sheriff Dept requested my medical records proving I was a diabetic and I take insulin. All that was sent over. The hearing was just of a retired police officer. The evidence the LA Sheriff had was that I wrote in on my copy of my prescription: "syringes". The handwriting was NOT mine and was obvious it was written in OVER the copy of my RX. The hearing officer stated that all the officers had to do was to request a sample of my hand writing. The officer's report did not have anything about the Walgreen's but the arrest was initiated at the doctor's office and statement by my EX doctor; " That is not my handwriting.. no I did not write that prescription for Laura.. I do not know if she is a diabetic..."

Yeah- some doctor, eh? Many lies and false information that is so easy to document and receive facts to display the lies of the doctor and the LA SHERIFF officers, Lincoln and Ramirez and Dr. Theresa Nevarez.

LA Sheriff Dept chose NOT TO FILE any charge due to lack of evidence BUT , I was warned several times; but hearing officer William C. Ellis; that they have 5 to 7 years TO FILE A CHARGE AGAINST ME IF I WAS THINKING TO FILE A COMPLAINT AGAINST THE DEPARTMENT!!! He couldn't recall the term or restriction. I was told by Mr. William C. Ellis: "You are like a heroin addict or alcoholic. If you can't be responsible for your diabetes; then you should not go out in public. We have this file on you now; so next time you will serve a term. Oh and I see you were arrested before. This can easily be changed to something like prostitution, you know...."

My crimminal attorney, Frank Rorie; mandated that I DO NOT file any civil charges and "just see this as a bad experience and shut up about it and MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE..."

I stayed at home for over a month. Did not go to work, Did not go to my doctor appointments. Did not drive my car. I was afraid I would be arrested for ANYTHING. I ordered all my groceries to be delivered and squandered away my savings on such. Watched Comedy Central and slept. My hand was hurting so much; I finally went out- with a taxi.. and slowly went back to work and out in public. I received a phone call from a Diabetes magazine just doing an update on my story of 2 years ago of what a great athlete and diabetic I am.... I did NOT mention my recent horrific experience.

It was when I called to find a new medical doctor and spoke to the Dept of Quality Assurance of Medical Practioners and the phone represenative told me her grand daughter just got diagnosed with Type 1 at age 13 and if I don't go and tell my story and seek justice what future does her grand daughter have....

So I called Pre Paid Legal; and got a referral for a Michael C Braun as a civil attorney. He has taken me on contigency. We only have six months to file a complaint against a government agency. It is September 18, 2008 and I have not heard from Mr. Braun since August 28, 2008.

Did the LA Sheriff Dept get to him too???

I found with my crimminal records research that my 1997 arrest is now listed as PROSTITUTION! I called the crimminal attorney- oh he cost me $3200.00 for pretty much NOTHING; never returns my phone calls. Paid $2,000.00 in bail and never get it back and the bail bondsmen was requiring me to show up EVERY WEEK to prove I did not leave the state and then when I refused to do so- this Rapido Bail Bondsmen started calling my work number and my PARENTS in Arizona (I guess they did a phone search) and then he verbally threatened me that I WILL PUT YOU BACK IN JAIL!!! I asked my crimminal attorney, Frank Rorie , "take care of this harassment please". Mr. Rorie said "I can't be bothered with this.. you should have used my bailbondsmen..."

Yeah, on May 23, 2008 I KNEW I had to have Frank Rorie's name in my head??!!!

So the battle is still going on. I have made calls to Michael Braun and told I will get a call back today. I am thinking if I expose information NOW to publications and ask they HOLD on it until I can get some kind of settlement; so then if I sign any waiver saying I will NOT discuss POST settlement- well legally I did it PREVIOUS to settlement. And it is all posted here too.

I am doing PREVIOUS to any settlement and legal actions.

Main lesson here is: KNOW YOUR RIGHTS and USE THEM. My husband was slaughtered to uphold the US Constitution and many more before him. And if US Citizens do not utilize and enforce these rights; then why did any of these citizens die???

If it be; some bully in your neighborhood keeps blocking your driveway and you choose to do some illegal action or just move away as a passive person; then you DESERVE NO JUSTICE OR SYMPATHY. Many have suffered in the past to give you freedom today. From Rosa Parks to Robert F. Kennedy. If laws are not enforced and the expose and investigation of government agencies who abuse their powers and violate the laws are not brought to justice; then this is NOT America paved by Americans. It has become a fascist country. A dictatorship. Nothing to be proud of here in America; if the American citizens don't realize that they MUST take the time out of their busy life and make sacrifices to seek justice for ALL.

For foriegn prisoners of this Iraq war and to the diabetic woman living up on the hill. WE ARE OUR BROTHER"S KEEPER and WE ARE A DEMOCRACY. United we stand and divided WE HAVE ALREADY FALLEN!

End the discrimmination of diabetics - that videotape you calling her a PCP addict!!! :-)

July 2, 2007 LadyMermaidLaura Podcast Blog Spot

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