((Most judges do not dismiss such cases, but they are overturned by the appellant courts. >>The moral (facts) of this story is that a US officer (administrator, [policy enforcer-police]) can not attest to something they did not personally witness, like an automobile accident. All citations given when an officer arrives post-accident are dismiss-able based on hearsay or lack of foundation (first-hand knowledge). Anyone can go back and have the cases vacated based on such inadvisable evidence, and sue the man that wrote the citation in a 7th Amendment common law court of record.<<))
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I want to share with you a personal experience I had a few months ago. I probably should have shared it immediately as I feel I would have phrased it with much more enthusiasm. But here it is.
I was at a stoplight one day back toward the beginning of April. The light had turned green and traffic started edging forward. At this moment I caught in my rear-view mirror a blur of a white car coming up on me at a speed that I guesstimated at the time to be maybe 45 in a 30.
As I turned my head to see this white 4-door sedan with an Asian lady driving whip past me into the left lane I became a bit stunned as my truck came to a violent stop and my airbag hit me in the chest. It so stunned me for a moment that my first thought was that she had hit me, but then I felt my truck trying to move forward even though my foot was mashing the brake pedal.
Turns out the truck in front of me that happened to be from the same manufacturer had stopped because a large truck in front of him had. So I had ended up hooking my front bumper to his trailer hitch, that was why my truck had tried to move forward. The Asian lady was, of course, long gone through the light, probably never realizing what she had caused.
Now, anybody in America is trained to know that as the party in the rear, I am supposed to be at fault. OK. So like, literally within 2 minutes or less after impact, emergency responders were on the scene. The cop was able to jump on the other trucks back bumper and the two trucks disconnected. Both trucks were moved to an adjacent parking lot while I was getting checked out by the paramedics.
When I as done with them, it was time to talk to the police officer. You have to understand that while I may be on an extended vacation in the Pacific Northwest and doing my part to fight the Great Meme War, I am from Texas.
So, having studied the whole Law thing for 15 years and understanding Texas Rules of Civil Procedure #52 which states “Any allegation of a corporation shall be accepted as true except upon affidavit of the adverse party.” I carry around just such a document with me that has been duly notarized and recorded, making it a matter of public policy that I am indeed a separate entity from the corporation created in my name at birth, known as a biological male. I also have a photo identification affidavit that goes with it to establish who I am, being as for some reason government computers never have enough spaces allocated to include my full name which has two middle names in it, They have never even had my name right, legally.
((They do not need to even have your name to prosecute. They must prove all elements of the crime: 1. If you are a ‘person’ liable. (Personal jurisdiction challenge.) 2. If the activity they claim is promulgated into a governing law. 3. If the activity occurred ‘in’ land where the written claimed law has force.))
But, I do also carry the last tired old “state-issued identification” long ago expired just so the cops can have something to find in their computer. So when I spoke to the young man with the badge, I offered him my documents, but I had the old ID at the ready. He declined to look at them and so I gave him my old ID. The result was tickets, tickets, tickets.
You see, despite the attempt by the corrupted and morally bankrupt FBI to paint true patriots as terroristic “sovereign citizens,” they know, along with an ever-increasing number of law enforcement officers, that you can’t be both. They are mutually exclusive terms that result in an oxymoron when married together like that. And they know that the vast majority of people like me tend to conceal carry and know what the word “infringement” means, but by the same token, these are the very same people who would jump up first and stand side by side with them in, let’s say, a hypothetical invasion by a hostile foreign power.
The result, is that in the last several years, there has been like this silent sovereign catch and release program going on amongst law enforcement. More and more often I hear cops saying things like “I understand where you are coming from, but I am expected to do my job a certain way.” The cop may not be your friend, but he might not be your enemy either.
It also seems that people like me have changed the policy about tickets. Has anyone else noticed that when you get a ticket now-a-days that you don’t have to sign any kind of promise to appear? There’s just checkbox options and a place for you to sign later?
Well, that is exactly what I got. And since I did not agree with any of the options, I sent back with the unsigned, unmarked ticket, a simple three-point notice and demand as kind of a softball pitch to see what would happen with a liberal judge. It simply stated:
1. I do not consent to your admiralty jurisdiction.
2. I waive the benefits of XYZ MUNICIPAL COURT, corporate registration #xxxx-xxxx.
3. I demand that any charges against ME be brought before an Article III Constitutional Court.
((The above has no value if they prove the above elements of jurisdiction.))
What I got back was a piece of yellow carbon paper with some illegible scribbled initials on it. This paper purported to order me to appear on a certain date toward the end of May. (Real judges orders are supposed to be originals with a wet ink signature on them.)
And this is where it gets fun, folks. I prepared a 10-page Void Judgment to include two and a half pages of Libtardington Case Law specific to this void judgment, based solely on the fact I had received a FAKE order to appear.
((They can administratively process you to appear in many ways if they have all elements of jurisdiction.))
So the court date comes and I show up to this pathetic little closet of a so-called courtroom, like behind thee cafeteria and round the corner from the bathrooms. It was an interesting little fiction I watched there, in this room with a few pew bench seats and no rail separating anything. Just two tables mounted with microphones, a domed camera, and a tiny little bench area wedged into the corner. There was no nameplate to tell you who this person was, in the place where that should have been was a little sign that said “COMMISSIONER PRO-TEM.” Well, what a coincidence.
This happened to line up perfectly with my Void Judgement document, being as one of the arguments in there was the fact that the so-called order had an illegible scribbling with no printed name associated with it, so I kept referring to this individual as a “clerk masquerading as a judge.” I now knew how to address this black-robed individual that would be in front of me.
You see, in many jurisdictions, they have so many cases that if judges had to hear them all, the court system would come to a grinding halt. So they appoint these individuals to hear some cases for them in order to keep the extra revenue coming in. They are literally clerks with aptitude who pretend to be judges.
I had brought my adult son with me as a witness and learning experience, and we took a seat.
What I observed amazed me as I watched several so-called cases proceed before me. This man wuz everybody! He was pretending to be a judge. There was no prosecutor present, so he was filling that role. And I kid you not, he would sit there and tell people “I can’t give you legal advice.” and then proceed to give them legal advice. e.g. “If you buy a car that has no title, then there’s usually more to the story than just not having a title.” and this is my absolute favorite piece of legal propaganda ever: “You know what they say, the client who represents himself has a fool for an attorney.” At which point I nudged my son and winked.
And picture if you will, that there is a big computer screen in direct line of sight between me and this tired old man. All I could really see was the top of his chrome dome. But every time I would start involuntarily snickering at this clown, his bespectacled eyes would pop up over the top of that computer screen and look at me like “I sense a disturbance in the force.”
And here is the interesting part, he tried to trick me into admitting that I was his corporate name before he even called my case by simply looking at me and stating my last name, WHILE HE WAS STILL HEARING THE CASE BEFORE MINE!
I may be crazy folks, but I’m not stupid. I asked him “Who are you?” which totally set him back and he responded with “I know who I am.” Which is nice for him, but I still had no clue who he was. And so I smiled and replied, “Well, I know who I am.” at which point he chose to ignore me and go back to the case preceding mine.
And then it became my turn. He told me that I didn’t have to approach, I could sit where I was if I wanted, and he was already so flustered that he didn’t even try to put me under any kind of oath. I approached though with a small briefcase and a great big accordion folder. I set these down on the desk and told him that I didn’t have a problem with what I had to say is recorded as long as it was understood that by doing so I was not granting nor conferring any kind of jurisdiction to him.
((Always put the same as the first line of any filing in any US court.))
Much to my surprise, as I had expected my simple 3 point notice and demand to be ignored, he actually read it into the record and acknowledged everything I had said there. This gave me the firm upper hand as I saw it because he was acknowledging common law in his admiralty capacity. His bad.
((Means nothing if it was not in affidavit form and submitted as evidence.))
Now every time he tried to proceed against me it gave me the opportunity to state “I’m sorry, but I have challenged your jurisdiction, you can not proceed against me until that matter is settled.” This is a maxim of law. And yes, I said it belligerently, but I never cussed at the man, nor did I make any kind of threats. Belligerently I say because I am perfectly aware of that
Federal District Court Judge James Alger Fee once ruled that,
“The privilege against self-incrimination is neither accorded to the passive resistant, nor to the person who is ignorant of his rights, nor to one indifferent thereto. It is a FIGHTING clause. It’s benefits can be retained only by sustained COMBAT. It cannot be claimed by attorney or solicitor. It is valid only when insisted upon by a BELLIGERENT claimant in person.” McAlister vs. Henkel, 201 U.S. 90, 26 S.Ct. 385, 50 L.Ed. 671; Commonwealth vs. Shaw, 4 Cush. 594, 50 Am.Dec. 813; Orum vs. State, 38 Ohio App. 171, 175 N.E. 876. The one who is persuaded by honeyed words or moral suasion to testify or produce documents rather than make a last ditch stand, simply loses the protection. . . . He must refuse to answer or produce, and test the matter in contempt proceedings, or by habeas corpus.” United States v. Johnson, 76 F. Supp. 538, 539 (D. Pa. 1947)
And so when this pretender from the bench said “Maybe we need to get security in here.” my reply was “What do you need security for? I’ve used no threats or vulgarity. I’m here to settle this matter. Let’s settle it.” That was the last thing that man let me say. He asked me to answer a question for him, and I reminded him again that he was trying to proceed against me. He said, “Answer for me if you will, was the police officer there when whatever happened, happened?”
Now, I realized that this man was asking me about probable cause. Because the real probable cause is when a police officer actually sees you committing a felony or a breach of the peace. Everything else is an offer of contract based on an information. So I tilted my head and gave him a sly look and said “No.”
He instantly smacked his gavel and said: “All charges dismissed!” I said, “May I speak now?” He said “No!” “May I ask a question?” “No!, But I have some dismissal paperwork over here for you to sign if you will.” I decided that was ok by me, and signed the papers, got my copy and left. My son and I left laughing all the way out of the building. Because it feels so good to be a real Alpha Male in the beta society of the left coast.
In conclusion, fighting against the legal trickery of judges and lawyers is a battle that has been being waged for decades now. It has been the silent revolution you never hear about because the codes, statutes, rules, and regulations, none of which has the word “Law” in it anywhere, yet purports to be such are so confusing and convoluted by design that we’ve allowed Satanists gain power in this society. And maybe one in a million people manage to figure this stuff out. If you try to teach it to others, warfare will be made upon you by every agency under the sun. Well, guess what? I am TrumpX. I put the X there from the start before Trump daddy took office. Because it is like Q. You people need to start learning MY comms. because I’m your Deepstate Outsider!
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