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21342 Colina Drive, Topanga 90290

Posted in MY EVICTION PICTURES

This was our home for 22 years, which I developed over that period. Its last sale price does not indicate that the property was the subject of litigation, and was the price realized upon its sale engineered by Lynn Redgrave who deserted it 3 years previously, partnered by Judge Gold standing in my shoes, who created a court order. I was evicted by the now discredited (described by Judicial Watch) corrupt Judge Gold of Los Angeles Family Court (now “retired”, meaning he works as a private judge – lol).

I sued the new owners who’d been waiting in the wings, the Katlemans. Also the real estate agent Melissa Oliver (conflict of interest), and the escrow company. The judge was anxious to grab funds which was easy, because I had no mortgage, and he signed off on it “as is”. There were no inspections that I’m aware of. Amazing how judicial orders can skate over proper procedures. My cases were dismissed, and I was charged the escrow company’s legal expenses for my efforts to get them to reveal the details. Over $12,000, 5 times what I received as my share of this “community property” (again, lol!). So much for real estate transfer laws, a pillar of a man’s rights in a free country.

Were they working in unison? At least I found out what they’d been doing to me under cover of secrecy. Only as a result of my litigation efforts, I got a statement. Later, Mr. Katleman took the front property’s address causing a visit by Malibu Building and Safety to the front guest house only to inspect it, and a deliberate diminution of its value. It was bought by Melissa’s real estate friend at a price less than what I had previously offered to the court .

My home’s address was always 21342 1/2. I was banned from entering the property, subjected to arrest, and in the dead of night Miyuki and I sneaked in in dark clothing, and rescued my diaries and records of my life. I then had a choice, before moving into my trailer to tow it to a trailer park. Burn the place down, become a Chris Dorner, or put a curse on it. I chose the latter. Gold put me in jail anyway, just for 24 hours to disable me before I could start my courtroom defense from the aggressors.

To the new buyers, be aware that the pool, which I dug, has no safety fence, and I did a whole lot of upgrading without permits, and buried huge amounts of trash on the grounds with my backhoe, as well as laying drains into a sewage pit and drain field under the car park. I also built the little studio near the tennis court without permits, also the tennis court and night lights.  I buried our dead guard dogs around the house, and their ghosts arise each night looking for intruders. The place has the smell of death and decay hanging in the air like a pall. Perhaps any new purchaser should call in an exorciser.  Demand to see all previous inspection reports if there are any, and insist on new independent ones. Look for the Devil in the details. Notice it’s right next to a huge park, full of small trees and brush, has no shelter from the sun, and sits under a steep slope which used to give me trouble from pelting rain, dust, and small rocks. Remember that a real estate agent has a duty of full disclosure.

Mr. Michael Katleman, my fellow DGA member, avoids coming to meetings at headquarters. I don’t blame him. He might run into me. I’d like to run into his pimply lawyer, because now I’d be ready for him.

EIGHT YEARS ON! is it really eight years?

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Me looking dazed after meeting Piers Morgan and Jerry Springer at the Britweek dinner at the Beverly Wilshire

Yes. It is now eight years since I started this site. My readers (I have a few, sustained without the help of advertisers) will have noticed that I am surrounded by eminent law-firms, and that this site is hosted by a very successful entrepeneur under the name of Lexblog. Why am I allowed to continue? They are not, after all, my peers, or at least, I am not one of them. So what am I? Do I serve a purpose, and why am I being allowed to continue? Continue Reading

MY OLD HOME TOWN, TOPANGA

Posted in A SPACE FOR REFLECTION

Topanga and its people
I loved Topanga, a little town I found, just 4 miles from the beach.
Well, that is to say, not exactly. I loved the topography, I loved the views, I loved the vast park – I created a home right alongside it – and I loved the ability to be private and oneself. I loved some of its amenities, especially “ELYSIUM”, a now, sadly, defunct affair, a place where I took my children.
Elysium became Topanga in many ways, where people could relax the way they were born, which is to say, naked. I met many wonderful people there, not the least being my friend Noel, a caricaturist, who drew that splendid picture at the top of my site. And by the way, the poor guy just suffered a mild stroke followed by a quadruple heart bypass. He’ll be O.K., he’s getting back to work, and I’d like people to know about it, maybe hire him. Check out “Noel’s Corner” on the left, where you can find his website.
Many actors, producers, lawyers, psychologists, court appointed child evaluators, and, yes, even judges, would hang out there. And no clothes to separate people or put them in their places or identify their ill-gotten societal gains. The vast community hot-tub was the place to be, hair really let down, and everyone completely equal. The soaring discussions could get to be amazing. I think the place is now owned by a hotel mogul, his private sanctuary.
But Topanga’s people. Hmm. First there’s a feel-good publication called The Messenger, owned by an ex friend of mine called Brodie, which steadfastly refuses to get into anything remotely controversial, like me, f’rinstance. Perhaps they’re afraid of making a profit.
Close friends I made there can be counted on the fingers of one hand. The rest are either 60’s dropouts, local blue-collars, rednecks, self-conscious artists, spiritually good people, real estate agents, and trendy professional newcomers who just don’t belong but can’t afford Malibu.
Did you see George Roy Hill’s last film, “Funny Farm” with Chevy Chase? That’s Topanga.

UPDATE, May 1, 2014

Well, I visited quite often, mostly to buy food for my 3 Rottweillers abandoned by my family. They’d been living with, and taken care of by my good neighbor Barbara. I gave her legal ownership, and delivered the food. We were all happy with the arrangement, and the dogs were able to stay in their beloved home, or close to it. Now, unfortunately, they’re all dead. Cost me more than ten grand, but I don’t regret it.

I keep in touch mostly by maintaining a sub with the local rag, The Messenger, delivered to my door every couple of weeks. I scan the real estate columns, to see if my old houses have been sold, and check on the activities of my old Real Estate enemy agents, Melissa Oliver and Jon Saver (mentioned elsewhere.) I see that one has gone, my guest house to the actress Cloris Leachman. My main house has been on and off the market. I think my fellow DGA director Mr. Michael Katleman may have difficulty selling it, for I put a curse on it. It was that, or burning it down upon my eviction. Any new resident will have bad luck.

So, I got thrown out, and many people helped themselves to the goodies at the trough of my leavings, courtesy of my ex-wife and the courts. So, correction to my first sentence.
I hate Topanga.

So what’s new in Topanga? I read the latest Messenger. Page 22, “Ongoing Meetings”. That should tell me something. This is what it says, in its entirety:

12 Noon, every Tuesday, Al-Anon meeting, Inn of the Seventh Ray.
8pm, every Tuesday, Community House, Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.
6-7pm, every Sunday, Topanga Christian Fellowship Church, Alcoholics Anonymous Open Big Book Study.
7:30-8:30pm, every Friday, Topanga Christian Fellowship Church, Alcoholics Anonymous Step-Study meeting.
7-8pm, Tuesdays, Corbin Bowl, Ventura Blvd. Cocaine Anonymous.
7:30-8:30am, Tuesdays, Topanga Christian Fellowship Church, Debtors Anonymous BDA meeting.
7:30-8:30am, Mondays, Topanga Christian Fellowship Church, Under-earners Anonymous UA meeting.
7:30pm. Mondays, Community House, Narcotics Anonymous meeting.
7:30-8:45pm. Mondays, Woodland Hills United Methodist Church, Overeaters Anonymous.

There you have it. 12 years since I moved out. Topanga hasn’t changed one bit.