Yes, thats right, today I met Randy Shaw!! HOW SERENDIPITOUS! WHAT AN HONOR!
I mean that sincerely, really I do. It is now that I will take a little time out for some well deserved self aggrandizement. You see, I understand from former campaigns waged against other Big Blue Meanies that, anytime a “Big Wig” pays an in person visit to the issue in question (in this case the hotel) THAT MEANS SOMETHING BIG IS HAPPENING. In short, whatever it is that you are doing has caused enough irritation to make the elephant scratch, you are being effective. It doesn’t get any bigger than the founder of all things THC, his Preeminent Eminence, Top Dog, The Grand Poobah Of Effervescent Encrustation himself, Mr. Randy Shaw! YEAH! WOOHOO!!
And of course, I am absolutely convinced that he came down here just for me, grandiose creature that I am. 🙂 Well, maybe not really, in fact I actually don’t know just exactly why he (was ordered) graced our ramshackle hotel with his presence but nonetheless, IT WAS STILL A THRILL.
A little preface before I get into our (me and Randy’s) very cordial conversation. Earlier that day I had to make a telephone call and I don’t own (nor can afford) a cell phone. “Case Management Services” therefore, provides a phone for the tenants and so I asked to use it. We have a new Case Manager here and she is a young and relatively attractive lass, somewhat on the airy side but nice enough, I suppose. Well, I like young people and think they deserve a fair chance at having good lives so I decided to enlighten her with an “Organized Stalking” treatise by way of second hand conversation. You see, I have warned other employees here at THC, whom I have taken a liking to, about being coerced into engaging in criminal acts at the behest of their employer, the police or anyone else for that matter. The employees here are trained to surveil tenants, scan their mail and listen in on their conversations as much as possible. Naturally, these policies lend themselves to organized stalking quite nicely when the need arises, to smear or otherwise dirty up an undesirable tenant. It is a form of control that may be criminal but is definitely immoral. They write out their little observation reports that the tenant never gets a chance to see, for future use as exhibits in eviction court. They then must also testify as witnesses against the undesirable tenant and are paid (forced) to do so. How would you like to be spied upon by up to sixteen different people who came in and out of your home? Crazy right? This is how we live here though.
Anyway, I launched into my recital from downloaded material about Organized Stalking and how it works. As I get going on the preliminaries I am closely observing the Case Manager’s body language to gauge her reactions to my words. At first, as I explained organized stalking from the Targeted Individual’s perspective, her body posture appeared to me to be that of a woman who knows she has a big, juicy secret that no one else knows, especially the person in front of her. You’ve seen the look before, all confident and squirmy like she is enjoying so much being the only one in on it. Now, I must admit, I am a man and to see her posturing about in her seat like that was so familiar and looked so cute that I was actually enjoying watching her performance. So endearing. That is one thing that I miss a lot due to all this “Organized Stalking”, that is the comfort and pleasure of female companionship. I simply refuse to get involved with anyone just to spare them from the horror I have to live through.
Well, as I progressed to the parts of “Organized Stalking” that concern the perpetrator, specifically the downsides, the Case Manager’s body language began to look apprehensive. It looked like someone having an epiphany and a rather ugly one at that. From what I understand, many people are sweet talked into this activity and never fully realize what they are hitching their wagons up to until it is too late. Like any gang, once you are in they never let you out. You now know where all the bodies are buried and can put all of them away for a very, very long time. You then become a slave to the gang and they control your life now, not you. Just try refusing one of their requests and see what happens, they have their ways of making you obedient. True retirement usually means a dirt nap. Poor girl, I didn’t mean to traumatize her but if I don’t tell her the truth she will probably only find out the hard way. I hope that it isn’t too late for her.
I have seen the power that these people wield when they are disciplining one of their pawns and let’s just say, it approaches a supernatural level of skill and power. Just as cops have to adhere to the “code of silence” or else find themselves out in the middle of nowhere on an ambush call, surrounded by a biker gang with no backup in sight, so the pawn will be similarly dealt with. Hey pawn(slave), have you ever stalked someone thinking they will never know who you are nor anything at all about you? Now, call your handler up and tell them you don’t want to do it anymore. All of a sudden you emerge from your house one day to be confronted by a KTVU Channel 2 News reporter sticking a microphone and camera in your face about some bullshit thing. Guess who will just happen to be watching the news somewhere at that very same exact moment. Yep, you guessed it, the “meat” or “Targeted Individual” that you just got finished tormenting in some diabolical way. As the reporter walks away from your dumbfounded self, you hear her telling all the viewers “out there” your name, address, car that you drive and about your family. Finally, the cameraman turns around and does a wide panoramic shot of your house and street. Still think it was such a good idea to “help out” and join with this shadowy group of people? This happened to me with a previous Case Manager named Janet Aguilar. I was watching the news at my mom’s house (far away from San Francisco) and lo and behold, whom do you think I see on the TV walking down a street in Mountain View, Oakland CA.? Yep, you guessed right again, Case Manager Janet Aguilar. She looked positively, absolutely terrified at the camera in her face. By the way, I had previously sued Janet and others in Small Claims court and I didn’t own a TV myself at the time. Just simple coincidence or awe inspiring “Synchronicity”? Now thats what I call skill and POWER. Come on everybody, say it with me now, “See, I, Aye”!—-“See, I, Aye”!—-“See, I, Aye”!!
Randy and I had a very polite conversation, very easy and non-confrontational, like two chess masters playing for the world title. It mostly went like this;
ME: So when are you going to get us new carpet?
RANDY: I think the carpet looks fine, don’t you?
ME: Incredulous blank stare.
ME: Well, you can see down there (pointing to a matted spot of grease at the end of the hall) that there is that big, shiny spot. The rest of the carpet is pretty much the same.
RANDY: I think the place looks great! This is the best I’ve ever seen the All Star look. Don’t you think it looks great?
ME: Stupefied, slack jawed stare.
RANDY: The City didn’t allocate (some kind of funds). In 2008 we got the City to agree to match funds for repairs like new carpet (other stuff that flew by me) but the owner didn’t want to pay. Now, there is no money. There is simply no money.
ME: You know, I have several Department Of Building Inspection NOVs (Notices Of Violation) about this floor.
RANDY: Staggers like somebody just shoved him.
ME: There currently is a code abatement order for these floors to be examined by an engineer. When they take these carpets up, all of these floors are going to have to be fixed.
RANDY: Squinty eyed, bemused and menacing glare.
ME: Quiet, trance like stare at the floor.
DESK CLERK: ELDON! (he sounded like he was far, far away and barely audible).
ME: Continuing to trance out then, my brain finally decided to acknowledge the Desk Clerk barking my name. I turned my head towards the direction of the sound and was surprised to find the Desk Clerk standing so close to me, he had sounded so far away.
DESK CLERK: Uncharacteristically stern look on his face as if to say “snap out of it”. “Here’s your mail” he said.
ME: It took me a few seconds to understand what he was saying to me. When I finally did, I was embarrassed and quickly received my mail with both profuse deference and apologies. I like that particular desk clerk, he’s very smart and very nice.
ME: Well, it was a real pleasure meeting you Mr. Shaw.
RANDY: Yeah, you remember me.
ME: Take Care.
Near the beginning of our conversation, Randy asked me how things here were going and I complained about a lot of “gangstalking” going on in the hotel, but I don’t remember verbatim. Not such a bad guy for a lawyer, at least in manner.
**A quick lawyer joke;
(question) Why do they bury lawyers twenty feet deep?
(answer) Because deep, deep down, they’re really good people. 🙂
Later on that night I had a confrontation with a Biker cutting in front of me at the grocery store.
I also encountered a group of three burly men both going to the grocery store, and coming out of it after I finished shopping. They were the same three men and stared at me. Looked like bikers too.
I forgot to get something the first trip and went back later on. More bikers this time, behind me, in front of me, and one shouted at me to get in line with him because the Foods.Co. store manager wanted me to be checked out by him (the store manager). That biker was HUGE.
I played it cool and acted like I was deaf. The huge biker told the Foods.Co manager “Wow, that is some hatred.” I heard mutters of “he’s crazy” and “I know” as I walked out.
I imagine that if I were paranoid I would say that I was now being stalked by bikers. They usually kill you. Now what did Randy Shaw last say to me? Hmmm……
Well, I suppose that when you accuse Pacific Gas & Electric of being CHILD MURDERERS, you might attract a little attention too. Hey PG&E, I know you are reading this because your damn trucks seem to shadow me every time I come home. Either sue me for slander or back off. I have zero respect for child murdering, ENRON co-conspirators.
If someone as outside of the loop and as disenfranchised as me can figure out that the San Bruno explosion was a hit (residents were smelling gas weeks before) then I’m sure a jury could. You would probably just spend another fifty million to buy them off though, and pay for it with another rate hike on the slaves, I mean “customers”. What are the odds of a CPUC worker who;
that just happens to have the most massive natural gas explosion in California history underneath it?
About a billion to one maybe? THERE ARE ONLY 17 PEOPLE IN THE CPUC. Wow, what a coincidence. If you were trying to send a message, I think you over did it just a little. Your attempt at some sick, ironic, gallows humor? A natural gas explosion to murder the woman who was costing you money, and her little daughter in braces too? You guys are such comedians. In my opinion, all of you should be locked away in prison FOR LIFE. MURDERING SOBs.