Look, I have been
kicked out of the “Twitter” social media ballroom more then once, it is a good
feeling as there are better things to do then trying to keep up with a “Fucking
Moron” on a roll to destroy our Founding Fathers’ Democracy. And it is truly
amazing, that after 859-days on autopilot how resilient this Democracy finds
itself self-motivated to survive, kudos to the Founders. See, when the
Constitution was bequeathed, inherent to the beneficiaries was a “Great Escape”
clause which is in effect today - this autopilot obligation. It is based on the
possibility that the “People” would be hoodwinked into voting in a “Fucking
Moron”, peas in a pod and in such a case just settle down and enjoy the comedy
as in time things would get back together again. Look, so far so good with the
Fucking Moron, as we still enjoy that life, liberty and pursuit of happiness he
is trying to destroy - definition Fascism! And what would he have otherwise to
defend his opposition to “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” its Democracy, as without “we
all tweet in a twitter submarine” front and center of attention Trump’s revenge
for his illegitimacy, it is a followers revenge to protect this Democracy under
attack by a Maggot Moron. I have been thrown the towel of revenge with “Your Twitter
Account has been Locked” for normal human behaviors. Take for instance letting
my fingers do the walking and the talking with using words like “hanging” and
of course the use of the “N-word” when appropriate. Yes, no qualms reciting a
commentary with the “Nigger” aspect when it comes to we learned it all in John
Lennon kindergarten, that “woman is the nigger of the world”. The intent of that image-altering song
for the last 50-years, to thwart off a “Dueling Banjo Deliverance” against the “women”
kind. And so, look at how “women’s rights” has evolved thank you “Oh Yoko”! Almost
on a equal footing - just give it a little more time but the momentum is on
that faction’s side in victory and one day soon John F. Kennedy’s dream of “all
created equal” will chalk up another “win”. With this word though, many are so
damn afraid to toss its significance around, hey “You’re it”, as that word
finds ramifications for the “good” and when it was conveyed away from blacks it
was for the last few decades empowering the female gender. My point is proved. It
is the most powerful of words in the dictionary, that “good” aspect christened and
always will be it finds salvation in civilization. And today it appears, if
Lennon were still around, he would be singing a different tune with a different
image, like “Democracy is the nigger of the world” as we are no doubt in a Constitutional
Constipation Crisis. With the way in which the “I didn’t know I was a fascist”
are winning this showdown, appears all that blood with sweat and tears the wars
our Founding Fathers fought as “duty to country”, in vain! Divided we fall,
look away, look away, look away Dixie land - as when we hit bottom it is going to
hurt and haunt us bad! But back to Mr. Tweet time. For the last 3-days, I have
been advertising on “Twitter” an interest in hiring an assassin! For real, a
hired gun and I have placed “WANTED DEAD or ALIVE” postings on Donald Trump’s “Twitter”
racecar as his fan-base in disgrace is the Real McCoy voyeurism in orgasm spasm,
as that is wherein one can find the only bipartisan appreciation something in
common - as Congress is DOA. “I am he as you are he as you are me and
we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly, I'm
crying” low and behold, I have yet to see my request for murder “blocked”.
Mr. Twitter has allowed my advertisement to stream the mainstream, unabated and
I have yet to be called out by the “Twitter Police”. Using this social media for
a hired gun and getting, well away with it - wow! Yes trying to hire a killer
to assassinate a Harold Houston that stole $millions$ in retirement savings
from our WORLD WAR veteran fathers and mothers. Maybe the use of this media for
revenge, just maybe it was allowed due the fact it was the Memorial Day
weekend, may my father rest in peace he died a “poor man” and country first…well
it is different today I hear every crook say. For real, a “scum bag scam” that
is legal according to the U.S. Congress allowed some asshole far and away to
buy a luxury house, a luxury ocean liner, a Bentley…murder she wrote please
from proceeds stolen from once hard working retirees now doomed to “Debtor’s
Prison” because - how is it these scams keep coming back to haunt us? So maybe
with “Twitter” and its rules and regulations and through its algorithms to
filter out abusive language, well I guess trying to hire a gun to kill this
character is fair game. So thanks Twitter, as there are a whole lot of 2nd
Amendment enthusiast interested in this premeditated murder to take down some
scum bag that lives in “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” and was successful in taking away
from my dad his “Sweet land of liberty”. And I guess if Congress is so deaf
eared and senile and that this kind of scamming continues on - targeting our
World War Veterans - then maybe it is time we take the law unto our own trigger-happy
Gilmore hands. But I want the asshole crook arrested first, by someone in the “Well
Regulated Militia” so that this crook can be waterboarded then tortured by King
Jong bUNghole and similar to what Otto Warmbier put up with and then we will
commence the firing squad at sundown. And as far as a burial for this thief, a
blast furnace that will erase any remaining ashes, dust to dust forevermore. So
thanks Mr. Twitter, for being so accommodating my “Help Wanted - Assassin”.
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Wednesday, May 29, 2019
I Killed Me Pa
It’s been 41-days and
41-nights since we got the news, Pa was on that highway to heaven and no longer
condemned to wear the ball and stripes. He went fast and furious, because as a derelict
son I interfered in his life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. I killed Pa guilty
me be, but down on me hands and knees begging for a pardon in forgiveness so
help me God. And with Pa being a Veteran of the World War, taking that “liberty”
away through me “good intent” interference was paramount incarcerating me blood
Pa as a POW. Shame on me, shame on me! Now Pa wasn’t a criminal, he just
associated with that “take a walk on the wild side” crocked element and when I
found out, it was I that force surrendered Pa’s passion and then surrounded Pa
with the jail bars. So Pa decided to call it quits, as he no longer maintained
that “freedom” he fought for in the trenches of…over there! He was a stubborn
old coot, but there comes a time me thought. I was so, so wrong. Towards the
end line, I could hear Pa loud and clear, “This is the big one, I’m comin’ Elizabeth!”
And since a parole for his bad deeds sad deeds was just too damn expensive and
time consuming, just not enough years in the bucket to care about anything else!
OK, Pa didn’t actually share a cell with Ted Kaczynski at ADX Florence, but
what I did thinking it best for his well-being - it was no different…me actions
sent Pa to solitary confinement! See take heed, when me Ma died Pa went
interested in this “striking it rich” scam, orchestrated by the criminal
element crooks that get away with murder she wrote and continue to take
advantage of our senior citizen population. The loss of Ma was a time wherein
Pa was vulnerable to an invasion by crooks with scams, like many others that
have been taken down by similar scum bags. If I ever catch up to any of these bastards,
while saluting the American flag I will cut off the balls and incinerate the remaining
body parts. If no balls, then a MAGA dildo so far up it will act as a tongue
extension - get me drift? It is a $billion$ dollar racket targeting the faction
of society that fought for America, taken advantage upon by crooks that have no
remorse and most likely “bone spur” military deferments - no pride or honor for
our military. And when Pa started bouncing checks because of his addiction to
this “too good to be true” scam that cost him his life savings and sent the
inheritance into the “gutter”, I put on me retired boxing gloves and went on
the warpath. In this corner, I had to contend with me Pa that was broke and
left surviving with Social Security income benefits. With his rent for the 7th
floor HUD housing without AC and 100 degrees on a “Hot Town summer in the City”
day, add to that misery co-pay medical bills and don’t stop now this misguided misgivings
in co-stray prescription medication bills, there was not even enough leftover income
for cable TV enjoyment. And this addiction to send the crooks a “FEE” in $20 to
$30-dollar denominations, it adds up when Pa was sending out upwards 200-checks
a month. A local banker said he never saw a 93-year old man write out so many
checks and even funnier to the banker when me Pa tried to cash a counterfeit
check, courtesy of the crooks. Damn, had the banker had me Pa arrested, it could
have stopped this madness as it would have meant a felony! Yes, no jail time but
house arrest and then the social workers could have taken over his finances and
saved Pa’s bacon - or at least the opportunity for me taking over his affairs
and saving Pa’s loot. OK, the banker deserves credit as a year into this “scam”
the bank did freeze Pa’s account on the postulation he was dealing with crooks
accommodating Federal Trade Commission banned “free money” scams. The friendly
banker’s action when Pa’s checking account - the one and only account used to
buy groceries - went “negative” and Pa was charged $1500 in “overdraft fees” - $Fee$
for the crooks and $Fee$ for the banks - appears all making money upon me Pa’s
senior vulnerability. IMAGINE, spending his hard-earned income on a chance of
winning a counterfeit check. Yet when I heard the gospel, it was too damn late as
the crooks had recovered all the savings and me interference was…a waste of me
time. Pa’s dead! And me initial intervention into this theft upon decency, it
was not an overnight success, it took tender loving care well over a year of undivided
attention to right his wrongs. Me thought I was doing the right thing! And there
was the demons in the other corner, denial so inch by inch through constant
correspondence did me eventually get Pa to realize the $money$ he had wasted
was allowing the crooks to eat prime rib while Pa had to contend with spoiled hamburger
- because he over extended his income - for these crooks. But finally, after a
long time with me intervention, Pa finally started running in the “black” come
the end of the month, even on a limited income. Almost to the point we thought
about getting back that cable stuff! And he started to feel good about himself,
that…he then started realizing that the “Trust” the inheritance Ma and Pa had set
aside for the sons, it was gone for good. So it was tough for Pa to give this
racket up as he had gambled it all and then that addiction would surface again
and again…convinced to hand over one last “Fee” as Pa could not let it go,
still convinced the crooks owed Pa some $loot$. To make matters worse off, senior
friends made fun of Pa because he had advertised early on engaged in this “scam”
he was going to be rich - while others tried to warn against such scams. So in
the end, Pa would confide with me, hoping that I would allow that one last “Fee”
sent to the crooks - in hopes the big payoff would be forthcoming. There came
times me wanted to put down the guard and say, OK. I could not, as besides
shame there came hate, that me Pa would act so recklessly to give the
inheritance away to crooks. I once said to him that I would have rather seen
his loot go to bookies and whores, at least that would have allowed some
semblance of something in return besides a tongue glued up from licking postage
stamps to send his hard earned loot to crooks. In 2-years time, Pa had pencil
whipped his John Handcock on over 3000 checks written out to the crooks as a $FEE$.
Oh let us not forget that each “FEE” entry held a deadline, so best send the
crooks that check quick - a 50-cent stamp. Do the math, 3000x50=$$$$ so sad!
Test question from Phineas J. Whoopee pie, how many stamps have you purchased
the past year? OK, on average Americans use 31 stamps a year. So me Pa beat the
odds by 100 because the crooks were beating the crap out of me Pa - POW
torture! And of course I would deny me Pa that frivolous opportunity of one
last chance in hell - as when Pa was at deathbed over $150000 had been stolen
away! All before me saw what was going on and intervened, thinking it was the
right thing to do. True grit story. And when reality set in, that Pa had been
stupid with this “scam”, his final days were in grieving, because he realized
sooner then later that his time was coming to an end and he would have to face Ma!
I fought this madness of “striking it rich” in a scam for over a year, and made
great headway bringing back respect to Pa’s financial situation. I didn’t
realize it was all Pa had, his existence was bent around this “scam”. But when
it set in that Pa would die a “poor man” and good thing “Debtor’s Prison” had
been outlawed, there was nothing more to live for and when he went on the “Actively
Dying” list, two days later it was “cremation” time. Pa had hoped for a mausoleum,
cremation was all he could afford. See, when Pa was convinced he was going to
strike it rich at 92, he re-wrote his “Will” that made it sound like he was a
$billionaire$ with loot going to foundations and animal rescue and you name it
including providing for himself that mausoleum! Pa died broke, because the
crooks swindled away his worth and I swindled away his life, thinking it was
what sons do to protect the innocent. Now with his passing, I had his mail
deliveries sent my way, some 4000-miles away in Alaska. And the crooks have now
invaded my domain, as this lucrative business of stealing away the wealth of
our senior citizens is widespread highway robbery on steroids. I guess our U.S.
Congress is bent on the fact they can’t take our loot with them, may as well
let others steal it away from us - as when we have in inept body that allows
this to go on, what in hell am I paying taxes for as it is indeed a Jack Marler
case of “No Taxation without Representation”. Pa, rest in peace and me sorry I
thought stopping the crooks would extend your life, I was wrong and will never interfere
again. Say hi to Ma, if she’s pissed take her dancing! In the meantime me trying to hire a hitman...
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Albert Kelley Obituary
Albert Kelley Obituary - Pawtucket, Rhode Island
From November 7, 1925 to way far away on May 15, 2019.
Accomplishments:
Duty to country and soul mate for life to his “Dancing with the Stars”
princess, my mom Gertrude Dubois.
Last wishes as relayed from
his death bed: WANTED DEAD or ALIVE,
a Mr. Harold Houston of the Research America Network as said individual has
been running a “Fee Scam” that has stolen away $millions$ from victimized
senior citizens - my WAR Veteran father included. Reward: PATRIOTIC HONOR!
For more on Albert J.
Kelley,
Red, My WAR HERO Dad
Memorial
Day 2019: My recently deceased dad went by the nickname “Red”,
because of his auburn Irish locks and may the Blarney Stone rest his peace on
this Memorial Day wherein we honor our soldiers. I salute! Red was a veteran soldier
of the World War, but his toughest engagement on the battle ground for that
life-liberty-pursuit to happiness came about right here in the Homeland - that
which he fought abroad to protect. In the end, after a tough fight don’t mess
with me Irish the craic was good, he lost and that makes this Memorial Day so different
to me. This is a true story every child with aging parents should take heed, as
when we are the adults in the room we have before us a duty to stead that heed.
We cannot become complacent our duty to protect those soldiers and let that
EXXON Valdez go off-course off-radar again! We owe it to these veterans, we
must turn up the heat of vigilance to not just honor thou “in uniform” service,
but protect when the silent enemy attacks “in country”. I grew up in New
England, typical American family wherein WWII and Korean War dad veterans
enjoyed being the bread winners after returning home in victory and America was
on a roll “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”! Sweet Land of Liberty yes, what the
soldiers fought to preserve for future generations I am one that benefitted
from such war-torn bravery abroad. It is called “Freedom”! Soon enough though
in my youth, more trying times came about with the Vietnam days and then into
the hi-tech arena we were all thrown - talk about a melting pot! Along with the
other “pot” that was also part of the scene, “Make Love Not War”. Yes, that “weed”
that is no longer outlawed was an ingredient that was all part of the equation
in “greed seeking” as money to be made! And look where we are today with trying
times, blame enough to go around as when we have a Congress that cannot act responsible
we should take the Jack Marler stance of “No Taxation without Representation”
as was set with precedence back in 1956 in United States v. Marler. Ok, stalking
Congress early on this broadcast is fair game, as there exists shame-shame more
than enough to go all-around the merry go-round upon that government body’s 500-plus
elected membership in worship “deadbeats”. Blame AMEN, with respect to what
follows this true story that which condemns that legislative branch’s no action
policy authority. Now the emerging technologies of the 70s changed how we conducted
business, everything at our fingertips with speed of attention such an
attraction hold on to your hat - or hairpiece! And it was also an age wherein
wealth success set our goals, encouraging signs that with hard work one could
reap the benefits of wealth there for the taking all-inclusive sea to shining
sea - so we thought. With money, it invites crookedness behaviors. Regardless
of the negative fallout that “money” cannot buy happiness, not only were we
learning in kindergarten to “be nice” but how to make that money, then invest
that money to make more money. Even if a small pittance of an income from a
paper route - invest make it rich. My dad taught me early on about stocks, with
Gerber and Alpo! We really blew it when we said no to the Colonel, as his fried
chicken lives on and what started off as penny stock is today royalty. At the
time I found an interest in the hi-tech sector, not drumsticks! And even if
there was found no interest in Wall Street because baseball was a whole lot
more fun, there existed that still all-important investment, through “home”
ownership - it was the elementary success story and after that it was all
extra! But there came reason enough to at least work towards such goals as
there came no harm in trying. Yes, everybody could make it rich was the
sentiment that drove the nation - keep the victory train momentum going as a
free nation finds no bounds and wealth dreaming helped that joyride. There existed
many ways of making it rich and dying poor was not an option, it was becoming a
thing of the past of the past the “Indigent Burial” grounds…hold that thought.
My dad - like most of our dads - was a hard-working American, with a white-collar
trade as an accountant - so he knew the numbers scene and carved a career filling
out hand-written spread sheets and that allowed him to provide and raise a
family. Most of the business ventures back then were owned by the Jewish, and
they treated my dad very good - it had something to do with the outcome of the
World War! So my dad understood the numbers game, when an eraser was an eraser
and an electronic calculator was still a luxury and a slide-rule ruled. Upward
mobility, when dad could finally buy a used car that didn’t need a running jump
start from 3-healthy boys that by age 10 were used to pushing junk heaps down
Clarner Street, in Pawtucket Rhode Island. We knew that by the time we had
accelerated the rust-bucket heap to the Heal’s house the engine would fire up,
a big cloud of black smoke would follow us home. This was all before
environmental issues alarmed us. All-in-all, our family and neighbor families alike
the epitome of true middle-class American success, neither rich nor poor. Other
signs of success, how about the refrigerator always filled with cuts of meat
from the butcher - like veal-loaf - and mom didn’t work so stayed home to bake
goodies we could enjoy after she cooked our meals. My mom worked 18-hours a
day, and in return just wanted a smile. So it was a good life, with happiness found
throughout the surrounding neighborhoods of diversity and family time chats at
dinner all part of the American scene just “Leave it to Beaver”! I moved away
from the east coast and ended up in Alaska, a dream come true working the
Trans-Alaska-Pipeline. But I always maintained contact with my parents far and
away, and visited regularly or when needed or when back that way on a business trip.
But with technology, especially in the Ma Bell sector, it made communicating enjoyable
and even a nicer chore when cell-phones entered the country. So with vigilance in
communicating, I always thought I had my finger on the pulse, to how my parents
were faring. A happy voice speaks well for itself! Following retirement, my mom
and dad kept very busy, traveling over to Aruba and they enjoyed acting out a
lifelong fantasy, like “Dancing with the Stars” and indulged in the swing thing,
which was good for keeping up that mobility when age sets in and starts to deprive
one’s motor skills. All told, they were a happy couple living that “Life of
Riley”, owned a home with a pool and a car and a TV and income enough to go out
for clam cakes and chowder every Friday over at the Polish Club Social Hall. My
dad was Irish, my mom French! Now dad and mom maintained that lifestyle through
Social Security and Veterans income that which allowed for about $2000 per
month. And to make ends meet, when necessary cashing in some retirement
benefits to supplement the income stream. So even though not “rich” by any
stretch of the imagination, they were happy and maintained a comfortable
lifestyle. But when my mom started showing signs of memory loss, there came a
change of what they did as a couple. And for the most part by that time this
onset in diminished mental cpacity, my mom stayed home watching the Cardinals
in the backyard bird-feeder and dad would spend a little time over at the local
casino, a few times a week or playing cards at the local senior citizen’s center.
He liked getting out and meeting people, especially other Veterans and sharing
war stories. That said, things seemed to be in order and never once did I ever
sense or see a problem that would in the end send my father to his deathbed a “poor
man”. That occurred just last week and I thank God that “Debtor’s Prison” was
outlawed at the turn of the century. What I offer herein is probably a common denominator
theme, not at all an anomaly, but premeditated dereliction in duty upon our
aging War Veterans - as they are vulnerable and when it comes to another man’s
wealth that “greed” is today a WAR and our elders are losing the battle. Sad,
when they fought to protect “We the People”, maybe we would be better off under
communism! It all started when mom and dad were still in good health and some
needed repairs to the pool on their property allowed for some young punk at a
local bank to offer up a “Home Equity Line of Credit” with no guts, no
questions asked a limit of $60k in greenbacks just sign on the dotted line. My
parents’ property was paid in full and valued at $250k, and it was all they
really had with respect to any “inheritable” asset. But so easy for the banker
to see that asset as valuable collateral. Hey, borrow money pay the piper that
interest! And that is wherein it all started to fall apart, greed seeking
bankers empowering my parents with “fabricated” wealth that was to set a dangerous
precedence as it was way too easy to fall into this trap - victim abuse. This
loan was approved without any semblance of responsibility on the bank’s part
and repairs to the pool were minimal - something my dad felt a good idea to
commence before the property was placed on the sale block - sometime in the
near future. The bank should have proposed a loan, even if in equity, with
limits. It was just too good a deal to be true and was allowed but
for a single reason, elder abuse. Look, my dad did not need access to that
much money without any restrictions, Many will disagree, put yourself in my shoes.
The home and its inherent equity was all my parents had, as that is what many
of our dads and moms felt meant success and something they would eventually
leave as an inheritance. With the equity loan, it became a convenient ransom “note”.
Why allow such an easy way to sabotage that home’s worth and value, with debt
so easily consuming what should have been restricted. That asset provided a
home ‘til death do us part”, and then it would be something the surviving
children would enjoy, in kind or in value. Getting such a lucrative “equity
loan” no questions asked, it was the banking institute preying on the
vulnerable. There should be a law or some common sense from the banks - but
they don’t care as the property secures their interest with interest. It is a
no-loss venture for the banks. Get the point, they make money on this ritual
and could care less if irresponsible behavior takes over - like gambling! When
mom got to the point from a medical standpoint wherein dad could not take care
of her on a daily basis, they sold the property “outright” and moved into affordable
housing close to medical facilities. But by this time with the “Equity Line of
Credit”, because it was an easy target, well it had ballooned in dept to well
over $120000 as when it reached the $60k benchmark limit the banker convinced
my dad to increase the limit? All that was required was a verbal “Yes”, like kids
in a candy store! One would ask how and what for such debt so soon - it was
taken away in running up payments for a “scam” that addicted my dad. In his
life and career wherein he was always gainfully employed and bringing home the
bacon, he never made it “rich” and when a too good to be true opportunity
invaded his peace and tranquility to be left alone, it took its toll. Yes, he
had been taken by a get rich scam that sounded so innocent but designed to be
successful, for the crooks that continue to this day to engage in criminal
activity allowed to survive - get the point, as it continues on today. Said
again, there were no signs of financial abuse, no outwardly signs and the only
way an outsider would have known such was going on behind the scenes would be through
access to bank accounts - and that is something that our elders are not likely
to give away so easily. Just like trying to convince a 50/50 driving habit can
be dangerous - especially when one cannot find his or her coke bottle glasses. After
my mom passed away, things seemed pretty tame still, and it appeared no
intervention by the children was necessary from a financial oversight
standpoint. Everything looked OK from the outside. And there appeared to be a
breather in the “scam” as his bank account went sad during this time, but that
would not stop the madness in throwing money away to the crooks. Now by this time, my dad had already set up a “Trust”
with the successor trustees and beneficiaries well defined in a legal document
and paid off the “Equity Loan”, which did make a considerable dent into the inheritance
but with the sale of the house it allowed about another $120000 to be invested
in the “Trust” - for maintaining lifestyle and the remaining wealth someday
turned over to the surviving beneficiaries of the “Trust” - the two surviving
brothers. Again, up until this time period my dad was of sound mind, so no interference
was necessary - little to my knowledge that was a weak assessment on my part as
things were not sound financially. A few months after my mother passed, maybe
out of boredom and with another opportunity exciting my dad as maybe he had
forgotten what happened the last go around like maybe the criminal element in perpetuity
knows when a surviving spouse is vulnerable, just offer up some shenanigans
that sounds reasonable. Like that last-ditch effort to make it rich, one last
time take a chance! And it occurred right
along the time my dad was to receive the balance check from the bank for the
property sold after payoff of the equity loan - like was someone spying on my
dad’s account and in realization there was soon to be another “pot of gold” to
swindle away? And that is exactly what happened, phase II of the “Fee Scam” as my
dad entered the arena again, getting involved in the same damn scam with the
same dirty crooks that would wipe out his entire net worth in less than 2-years
and the family scrambling for ways to pay his funeral expenses. OK, we all make
our own bed, my dad took the bait not once but twice as it was akin to an open
invitation without any oversight and carrying on outside the attention of any audience
of concern - except the bank! But like with the ridiculous “Equity Loan”
allowed without limits and a way so easy to get in trouble financially, banks
are allowing this back door to such abuse. The bank acts as the “middle-man”
and no matter what they say in “we’re sorry” after the fact, the banking
institutes are derelict in that duty - and the only reason they are letting it
propagate is based on the fact they are not being harmed by this theft and most
likely making a profit somewhere along the way. With the banks, all the warning
signs were front and center of attention with my dad’s fascination that there
was “free money” to be claimed just pay a small fee to get to the head of the
line - more like getting to the front row in the line-up and blindfolds not
required as the crooks kill the spirit of our senior citizens vulnerable such
easy access abuse. And what the banker tells me is pure nonsense, that there
exists an “eyes on” oversight for such abuse - but do nothing? Look, the banks
knew about it and did nothing. One bank charged my dad “over-draft” close to a
$1000-bucks when his account went negative - for a single month and it was not
until that time that a block was placed on the crooks. Sure the bank is correct
in saying that it took action, 18-months too late! So he quit that bank and
found another, but by this time he had not the resources and his meager income
consisting of Social Security and a Veteran’s benefit, it was consumed trying
that one last “Fee” and he fell behind in rent and medical bills - because the
scam continued to show its ugly side effects, that his dream of striking it
rich before death was possible. As the way the scams are designed, that is the
intent. When the scam started and my dad became addicted along with denial upon
the fact he had so much into it, he could not stop and would not stop until
every red cent was consumed. He woke every damn day thinking that payoff check
will show-up any day now - he was never in denial, he thought it was a legitimate
investment, along with Publishers Clearing House. These crooks model how PCH
rips the life out of our seniors, and why there is legitimacy in such scams and
Congress allows it to go on unabated. With that and how my father convinced
himself the “Big Check” was on its way, what’s a few more checks to the crooks
when $millions$ was guaranteed. Let me ask you this, how many checks do you
write in a month’s time to cover necessities? Non-business that is, for
homelife? With my dad, it should have been one-check for rent, one-check for
his medication, one-check for his medical coverage and one-check for his cable
TV and a few bucks for groceries, gas and cell phone charged to a debit card.
My dad was writing checks out to this “scam” faster then he could order new 3x
boxes of new checks! In less then 2-years time, my dad had written out over
3500 checks in denominations from $20 to $30 bucks, for entry into guaranteed “winnings”
and never received a single “red” cent back. He also had hundreds of dollars
wasted in postage stamps alone, because these scams use the time-clock to
harass and threaten one to act fast or else forfeit it to John Doe! And some of
the good crooks that have been arrested before but never jailed, they demand a
non-traceable “Money Order”! My dad entered this scam with Bank Check #100 and
in the end #3971 was cashed as he rested in his hospital bed dying. In my last conversation,
remaining but a whisper of life, dad understood he had died a “poor man” and
cried out for mom! Do the math, upwards 150 checks each month being generated
when maybe 3 to 4 is all that was required to maintain a happy lifestyle. These
documents pass through a bank as a clearing house, and it did raise an alarm of
concern - yet the bank balked on taking corrective action. He was going broke,
behind on bills and eating rotting food before I found out and intervened. And
my dad always memo’d what a check was for - and for the most part it was stated
as a “FEE” in small denominations - designed “small” but it adds up. Students
in the 1st year of law school understand that “FEE” is illegal,
maybe banks need to hire better lawyers so these institutes understand the law!
So it was easy to write out a check for $20-bucks when the checking account had
over $100000 and it was even easier to do this over and over again because any
day now, any day “I shall be released” with boatloads of free money! In that
20-months time, my dad was wasting away upwards $5000 in this “FEE” scam. Now
GOOGLE “Fee Scam” and the FTC will tell you all about such scams along with
warnings from every damn branch of government. As it is a well-known criminal
activity, and banks know all about it. So when my dad was signatory to so many
checks month-after-month, it drained down the “Trust” and it wasn’t until he
was paying me back for a loan a few years back did I get an understanding of
what may be going down and draining his bank account for nothing in return - like
he had no idea so much had been swindled away so quickly. And that is when I
intervened, when a payback check was denied due insufficient funds. And when I
finally received permission from my father to enter his accounts so I could see
what was going on and if need be the time had come about wherein I must manage his
financial affairs - it was too damn late as the “Trust” had by now gone
negative. To reiterate, in less then 2-years time over $100000 lost to a scam,
all through “Fee Checks” in small denominations, over 3500 checks that were written
and defined as a “Fee”. My dad was going to the bank on average once a month to
re-order checks, at a local branch! Yet this didn’t seem to bother the bankers,
that a 92-year old guy…need I say more. When I found out about what was going
on, I sent a letter of concern to the bank my dad was dealing with when all
this went down. The reply from the bank CFO, rather sad and I have been told
the same sentiment of disgust by several lawyers that work in the capacity to
protect our seniors from such abuse, after the response was read. That letter
is included in the end of this dissertation as permission to use it by the bank
was granted, I guess in efforts to warm families that banks don’t give a rat’s
ass. So the children as adults must beware, but that sets a stage for taking
control away from our parents. There comes a time that becomes necessary, just
when is a rather difficult decision making process and most likely it will be
too damn late if a “scam” is involved. Yes, the banks need to do more. I was
told by this bank that in such situations there exists in house “eyes on” for
monitoring, like a sample of the general population is tested, to see if there
is something suspicious or peculiar going on. Maybe this banker is in need of those
coke-bottle glasses! With the amount of checks written by my father,
statistically speaking it should have been easily caught, confronted and
arrested. But when small denomination are what the crooks want, it is a curve
ball. Even if the bank was to take drastic measure to “lock” an account, to get
social services and or the law involved it takes time and borders on that “Right
to Privacy”. The other thing of interest that it was not only I that missed the
boat, my cousin was the police chief of the town my father lived and his son
was a police officer that would visit my dad on a regular bases - as it was on
his beat. One would think with a trained eye of the law that maybe something
like this would surface and raise a flag, just through conversation. It did not
as the perpetrators behind these scams are professional genius criminals that
have escaped being locked up in solitary - I would say arrest them and water-boarding
suits me fine. And the only assurance to protect the victims of such widespread
like “scams” is what the bankers see and do when push comes to shove, nothing!
In my dad’s case, the banks must have seen the abuse yet did nothing. When I learned
about this, the fact the “Trust” had been depleted to nothing and with my dad’s
passing struggling to find resources to allow for some going away party, my
brother went mad and for the last year or so since the “scam” was discovered,
he refused to talk to my father. Not even a simple hello, and now that
one-on-one is gone forever. In ending, there were times when I found hate upon
my dad for being so stupid, that the “Trust” would have been a very valuable
resource for the brothers’ own financial situations, asking again and again “why”?
Yes, my own greed. My dad was an accountant, he should have known better, but the
way in which these scams are designed and because banks will let it go on and
on, why the hell did my dad risk his life for country? When one looks at how
widespread this abuse is upon our aging population so vulnerable to financial abuse
and fraud, with scams on-the-loose ranging about with as many flavors as
ice-cream - like what we see with a Fred Thompson pushing these “Reverse
Mortgage” scams and other “Too Good To Be True” scams - well no wonder the U.S
Congress is asleep at the wheel to protect, as one man’s stolen wealth is
another man’s fancy hors d’oeuvres. Dad, Red, rest in peace. And maybe one day
the U.S. Congress will get a draft notice for this war against our seniors, and
those that get a deferment will be a telling sign that points to the real crooks
- IMAGINE a war right here on our own turf. When asked to provide an “obituary”
for my dad, I offered up the “lullaby” from the bank CEO that allowed my dad’s
account to get swindled away as it was more deserving the dilemma facing our
seniors then what my dad did during the World War to protect my liberty - here
it is!
Obituary
for Albert J. “Red” Kelley - March 15th, 2019
October 18, 2018
Dear Mr. Sam McGee(aka Son of Albert J. Kelley),
We are in receipt of your fax sent to the “Navigant
Credit Union - Leadership Team” and others on October 15, 2018. President and
CEO Gary Furtado has directed me to investigate the matter. Thank you for bringing additional information
to our attention. I want to express that we are as concerned for your father
now as much as we were when this matter was first discovered. I want to assure
you we do not take the matter lightly and will fully cooperate in any
investigation to the extent possible. Without your father’s consent, we do have
to respect his privacy. If you have obtained guardianship or Power of Attorney,
please let me know and we can share more detailed information. As you do know
that Albert J. Kelley, your father, did have an account with us, I am skirting confidentiality
as he is the only surviving person(s) on the account, but will do so on a
limited basis in the interest of helping him.
Albert J. Kelley did bring two or three counterfeit
checks to us in the latter part of 2017. It is during that time I had two
conversations with him, once while he was in the branch and once at his home
number regarding the checks. I had advised him not to wire any funds to anyone
and he assured me hadn’t. He was not forthcoming about anything and the
conversations were very short. Unfortunately, all financial institutions are
plagued with people of all ages trying to cash or deposit counterfeit checks.
In any given year, we will catch between $200,000 and $500,000 in counterfeit
checks received from over-the-counter, mobile deposit, ATM, overnight delivery
and US Mail. It is not unusual for any branch to be presented with a
counterfeit check at any time across all demographics. It has become part of
the cost of doing business and we do our best to protect the Credit Union and
its members, like your father when he brought the checks to us. This did not
create a “red flag” as it is such a common occurrence.
Regarding the amount of checks your father appears
to have written, our check processing system is fully automated meaning checks
are not physically handled as they are all processed electronically. Our
processing does not identify volume of checks written by a particular member,
regardless of age. Also, our compliance
software does not perform that function, particularly with checks written in
small dollar amounts. The scammers and criminals are well aware of how check
processing works and function with that in mind. I can tell you, this is the
first time that we have encountered any member who has written this many check
or created ACH payments under these circumstances. During the course of our
internal investigation, I learned the Rumford Branch had discussed the amount
of checks your father was ordering. At one point, they stopped giving him
temporary checks because he had asked for them on several occasions. He was
asked about the number of boxes of checks he was ordering and told the branch
staff the checks were for “business” and would not elaborate.
As you mentioned in the opening of your letter,
your father appeared to be “of sound mind”. We do have to walk a fine line
trying to elicit information from members whom we have concerns about their
banking habits. People do become offended when they feel we are intruding into
their personal lives even though we are attempting to protect them. Some do not
want our help. Do we find illegalities by and against members? Yes, but it is
frequently difficult to identify and determine what is occurring, particularly
without the cooperation of the people involved with the resources at hand,
bound by the regulations that guide us.
Many times, we can obtain a positive outcome when
there is a co-owner on the account we can contact. Unfortunately, we did not
have that information at hand.
Further regarding your father - At the end of 2017,
a teller noticed the pattern of checks being written and it was brought to my
attention. We acted and froze his accounts and rejected 18 checks we could best
determine weren’t in his best interest. No fees were charged. This occurred in
about the same time frame as when you contacted our Call Center and I
subsequently sent an email to the email address you provided. Unfortunately,
all of the damage had been done at this point. We took your father at his word
that he was conducting a business and did not interfere with it. If we knew in
2015 when the account was opened what his intentions were, we wouldn’t have
done so. I am certain you feel the same way, but it just isn’t always possible
to determine someone’s intentions.
I want to assure you that it is a practice of
Navigant Credit Union to attempt to protect all of its members, regardless of
age. We do so with a great amount of diligence. We train our staff and we
reward them for uncovering instances of exploitation. Unfortunately, despite
several attempts at talking to your father about his practices, we could not
obtain any information from him regarding his “business”. It seems simple as we
discuss it today, but it I can assure you it was not the case in 2017 when we
attempted to get information from him. The assertion that someone should have
noticed “fee” or anything else about his checks isn’t practical because there
is no routine review of electronically processed statement and checks. Again,
it is an automated process. We never touch an original check that is processed
outside of the Credit Union at the bank of first deposit. I am sure you can
appreciate the amount of checks that are processed by this institution.
I did speak to some other local financial
institutions regarding a hypothetical situation as this and all agreed that it
would have been difficult to identify given the same set of circumstance. They
also did not possess or were aware of any processing that would have flagged
this activity.
What can be done going forward? I would suggest
that if someone can be appointed guardian or obtain Power of Attorney, that you
do so. Also, there have been Federal Trade Commission actions against these
types of organizations. Some of them have been fined for deceptive practices
while others continue to operate in the gray area of fine print or reappear
with different names and continue their practice.
I would strongly suggest a complaint with the FTC
as some of the fines have gone to reparation to victims. I will continue to
investigate all avenues in this matter but wanted to touch base with you to
answer your letter. Please feel free to reach out to me with any immediate
questions.
Respectfully,
Stephen P. Ormerod
CSO
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Riders on the Storm - Remake
In
honor of the Donald Jong Trump:
"Cowards
Of The Stormy”
[In-tune to “Riders on the Storm” by the Doors]
[In-tune to “Riders on the Storm” by the Doors]
Cowards of the stormy
Cowards of the stormy
Unto this house now porned
Into their scam once banned
Like a whore without a bone
45th can’t score a loan
Cowards of the stormy
There's a shitter on the lawn
His brain is oozing like a snot
Take a piss on Liberty bell
His children pillage with thrill
If you give this man a ride free
Sweet Democracy will die
Shitter on the lawn, yeah
Man, you gotta love your flag
Sam, you gotta save that flag
Take these Tower coward fans
Make them understand
This Trump is like a scum bug
Infection filths this waving
Gotta save your flag, yeah
Cowards of the stormy
Shitter on the lawn
Unto this house now torn
Into this urinal we're thrown
Like a whore without a bone
A Trump without a loan.
Shitter on the lawn
Coward of the stormy
Shitter on the lawn
Cowards of the stormy
Shitters on the lawn
Coward of the stormy
Cowards of the stormy
Unto this house now porned
Into their scam once banned
Like a whore without a bone
45th can’t score a loan
Cowards of the stormy
There's a shitter on the lawn
His brain is oozing like a snot
Take a piss on Liberty bell
His children pillage with thrill
If you give this man a ride free
Sweet Democracy will die
Shitter on the lawn, yeah
Man, you gotta love your flag
Sam, you gotta save that flag
Take these Tower coward fans
Make them understand
This Trump is like a scum bug
Infection filths this waving
Gotta save your flag, yeah
Cowards of the stormy
Shitter on the lawn
Unto this house now torn
Into this urinal we're thrown
Like a whore without a bone
A Trump without a loan.
Shitter on the lawn
Coward of the stormy
Shitter on the lawn
Cowards of the stormy
Shitters on the lawn
Coward of the stormy
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Dear Keith Richards
“Rock of ages” mate Keef, my
bro and I thank you for that Yo-tuba “Tutorial” on a subject dear to one’s soul
music, that “Cremation”. We had no idea the fulfillment this procession recognizes,
what it can offer for our dearly departed. And so important the point you paint
it black, the earth finds a finite graveyard for rotting bones so green away
with bones to ashes. So after that education wherein the greatest rocker of all
times set the record straight on what this “Cremation” is all about, well time
to “Take a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff on me, everybody take a whiff on
me hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me”! Maybe Woody with Lead Belly was on to
something this “whiffing” thing and with human ashes the new snort sport, the
sky’s the limit? See, me pop was incarcerated in this thing called “Hospice”.
When the MD defines your condition as “actively dying”, well the Sisters of Avalon
in Compassion want you to end the journey “peacefully” and in comfort. Now when
your body is deteriorating faster then a spawning salmon and bone spurs make
for pain but still a pulse and breath of life lingers on, well pain management
is what this “happiness” is all about. So the nurse pumps the “actively dying” patient
- by the way Keef how long have you been actively dying?...more “goofballs”
please and a side of sister morphine! Please go heavy on that “heavenly blues”
relief and replay that “Red is the Rose” for the trillionth time as when
snorting an ancestor, best play the appropriate music in heritage. OK, time for
Irish Rover! And to enhance the high, oxygen enrichment breathing masks. A marriage
made in heaven! Yesiree, as even the pharmaceutical stuff has street names for
what the death bed gets to enjoy “legally”. For real, this is all covered by my
insurance policy and if poor just call Mr. Medicaidcares? So me and me brotha
thought, well pop has been fed all these drugs the past few weeks and hasn’t
touched that ham sandwich, so ashes to ashes dust to dust reserve me a snort as
his body is saturated with sedatives, like pickling a cucumber. And this “burning
at the stake” was a better fit for pa, financially speaking. See he wanted one
of those mussolinis or whatever it’s called - but holy grail crap only the rich
can afford such a castle to rot away in. Now we have come up with a business
proposition based on what we learned from your “Tubber” wherein you make
mention snorting your dad’s ashes and getting off. See, we could set sail offshore
one of thum Royal Princess Cruise Ships, and all occupants bring along their deceased
friends, parents - pets allowed - ashes and we share lines. I mean, I mean this
could be the best thing since toasted bread with butter. So thanks for this
insight, what “Cremation” is all about and remember:
Take
a whiff on me, hey, hey, hey baby take a whiff on me.
Singing songs all night long, sing to my woman from midnight on,
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me.
Singing songs all night long, sing to my woman from midnight on,
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me.
Take
a whiff, take a whiff, take a whiff on me,
Everybody take a whiff on me,
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me.
Everybody take a whiff on me,
Hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me.
Where’s my snort straw? I
need a whiff for the Keef riff!
Monday, May 13, 2019
Chemosabe Medicine Man
I must stand at erection dysfunction attention and give Donald “The Loathsome
Ranger” Trump credit for prescribing to America his new and improved “Peyronie’s
Medical Plan”, as I am testament we are limp dick screwed. Under the “Penile
Curvature Plan”, here is what we are up against:
738am(Voicemail): This is a message for Mr. Sam McGee, your
ailing father is in critical condition. Please call Nostradamus Hospital
immediately.
739am: You have reached Nostradamus Hospital, all
agents are currently busy assisting other callers and your call will be
answered in the order in which it was received. Please stay on the line. - In the meantime my dad
is dying!
740am: All agents are currently busy and we
appreciate your patience. Your call will be answered by the next available
agent.
741am: Hello(real live human) this is life-line
answering service, may I help you? Is this Nostradamus? Yes, can I help you? Yes, my name is Sam
McGee and I am trying to reach my father Sam McGee, as I was left a message he
is in critical condition. Did you say his
first name was “HAM” like in a sandwich? No “SAM” like in SPAM! Would you please spell the last name? MCGEE, “M-C-G-E-E”. Thank you and please hold while I connect your
call.
742am: All representatives are busy helping other
customers. Please stay on the line for the next available representative. - From agent to representative
I was on a roll!
743am: Hello(another real live human) Memorialized Hospital
can I help you? I am trying to talk with the nurses’ station for my dad, a
SAM MCGEE. But I thought they said he was at Nostradamus? Oh, this is Memorialized Hospital as they
transferred your call to the wrong inpatient facility. My dad is dying this is
ridiculous…we understand your frustration please
hold while I transfer you back to the life-line operator.
745am: All agents are busy assisting other
customers please hold for the next available agent. If this is an emergency
please hang up and dial 911. - Back to an agent!
746am: Hello(for real) may I help you? Yes, my father is dying and
I was directed to the wrong hospital. Sorry,
it’s been a busy morning and we do not have the staff to handle the volume of
calls and your father’s name? Mr. Sam McGee! Please hold.
748am: (15 ringtones)Hello, nurses’ station 5th floor.
I am looking for a
status update of my dad Sam McGee as I was messaged that his situation is
critical. And is this a relative? Yes, his son. Sorry, he was just transferred to the 4th
floor where the “actively dying” patients are placed, please hold while I
transfer you to someone that can help.
749am: Nurses’ station ADP ward. Yes, I am the son of Mr.
Sam Mcgee…sir please hold.
750am: Oh Mr. McGee, we are so sorry, but your
father passed away at 749am.
And all I really wanted to say - “Time is a ribbon without an end - love is
the lesson we keep learning, death but a moment we must spare”.
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