Thursday, 6 May 2010

Telford Magistrates Court Fun

Thursday, 06 May 2010 09:25

'The magistrates began the now usual game of trying to get a contract out of Mike by insisting on calling him MISTER and demanding a response to it, but Mike was having none of it. This magistrate began shouting, red in the face and spluttering saliva, within about two minutes of the hearing beginning. He was very angry.
 
Mike raised his voice to be heard above the roar of the magic straight. The magic straight shouted louder. Garry was getting worked up and, soon enough, he started to shout as well. Loud voices all round. I was supposed to the McKenzie friend, but just sat fascinated at this primitive exchange of demand and no supply. The magic straight roared on relentlessly.'
 
 

Telford MAGISTRATES COURT FUN

Telford MAGISTRATES COURT FUN

Postby musashi » Wed Apr 21, 2010 3:59 pm

It was a grey day in Telford, wet after the rain, and we walked up to the Telford Magistrates court with a last minute chat about how we were going to deal with the matter in hand – a speeding ticket which had been refused for no contract. The second charge was failing to identify the driver. Originally, we had been going to a trial, but Mike has been sent a friendly little form asking if he pled guilty, not guilty or contesting jurisdiction. The form was called form N9, so a contest of jurisdiction was launched in and the trial turned into a hearing. We knew it would revert to a trial if we didn’t go, so off we went to Telford. It transpired that the only charge was one of failing to identify the driver of the vehicle. Perhaps we should have done a NCRTS on that one as well. 
Inside the courthouse a couple of the guys spoke to security, told them the score and assured them there would be no real problem for them, although the magistrate might order them to call the police. He was very cool about it all, keen to see what might occur, and sent the other security men downstairs, saying he would deal with this. A telling move, I thought, that the others were probably jobsworths. We went into the court.
Six or seven people were there, being railroaded by the pretend magistrates, and they took a bit of a beating. We followed them outside, where we went for a smoke, and spoke to them about what had happened to them. We invited them inside again, if they weren’t busy, and told them to watch and learn and have a giggle. They came back in with us, mostly curious - but a wee bit scared as well.
The magistrates began the now usual game of trying to get a contract out of Mike by insisting on calling him MISTER and demanding a response to it, but Mike was having none of it. This magistrate began shouting, red in the face and spluttering saliva, within about two minutes of the hearing beginning. He was very angry. Mike raised his voice to be heard above the roar of the magic straight. The magic straight shouted louder. Garry was getting worked up and, soon enough, he started to shout as well. Loud voices all round. I was supposed to the Mc Kenzie friend, but just sat fascinated at this primitive exchange of demand and no supply. The magic straight roared on relentlessly.
He was bawling at the top of his voice. Garry was shouting his head off. Mike had joined in and was roaring like the combat soldier he was – still wearing the hat the usher had ordered him to remove. In three minutes, or less, the magistrate jumped up, still roaring, and adjourned the court until the 28 April. All three ran to their private escape door and, swiping and swiping with his card, the magistrate tried and failed, again and again, to open the door. Panic set in, and all three were jigging away at the door, casting occasional backward looks at the intended victims – now obviously viewed as powerful, dangerous people. Security stood calmly aside, watching with a mixture of amusement and disbelief the antics of these heretofore powerful-seeming people on the bench. The family we invited in were smiling, laughing and marvelling at the whole thing.
I had sat closer to the bench and heard the magistrate adjourn the court, but with all the roaring and shouting and demands, none of our little band heard it, so Mike called out “ You are a corrupt official and a sham, sir” then called out that he was the highest authority in the court, closed and settled the matter. The poor clerk, utterly at a loss, began to argue that the court was not abandoned but adjourned. Our fiery eyed Garry was having none of that and a long argument developed between him the clerk – a lovely girl whose smile could brighten any room. I really felt sorry for her. It was plain to see that none of this ever came up in college or law society training, and she was at a loss. She was almost crying when she said “I only called you MISTER to be polite.” Garry was insisting on recompense for travel costs and so on. He was insisting, very loudly, for a full five minutes after the judges were gone, a prosecutor had quietly slipped out, and security was called upon to fetch the police. At this point the family we had invited in slipped out in fear of the cops – but mum stayed. She had a hard glint in her eye and she was up for just about any legal shenanigans going. No fear. She saw what was going on here and she was well impressed.
Eventually I managed to get through to the guys and persuade them that the court had been adjourned – not abandoned – so the demand was changed to “Bring those magistrates back here. We have unfinished business with them.” They, of course, refused to return and told security (our new friend) to call the cops and remove the defendant and Garry. Security man told us and we told him that that was cool. He should do his job. Ten minutes later a posse of eight cops appeared in their usual paramilitary get up of body armour, truncheons, gas, taser etc. somewhat breathless and full of the expectation of a full blown fracas. We sat calm and engaged them peacefully and educationally. 
We engaged them quietly, explaining our position, and that of the magistrates. They listened. After some time it became obvious that the magistrates were not coming back, but the severe looking all in black prosecutor began to voice her opinions. She engaged Garry and he bit big time, so off they went with hammer and tongs. The cops and the rest of us sat and wondered, and marvelled at the fierce to and fro of debate and argument. She was a tough, ‘no-nonsense-get-them–in-the-gas chamber’ kind of witch. After a while, when a calm in the storm appeared, I asked her what her function in the court was. 
She said she was the prosecutor, to which I replied “Ah, so you’re not part of the courts then - just hired in to do a job.” Her face soured even more and she turned to deal with me. Before she got a word in, really, I told her we had documentary evidence that the UK was a corporation, and that that being the case, the Clearfield Doctrine came into play and they needed jurisdiction before continuing. I then told her that this was “a court of the staple, not a common law court and that the magistrate actually had no authority at all, unless conferred consensually and voluntarily”. That appeared to be the killer. I saw the defeat in her eyes and told her that she was here to deceive and compel – to impoverish people by taking their wealth unlawfully. Her face crumpled in bitter, frustrated resentment and she instantly began to gather her bits and pieces, refused to say another word and left.
We decided that the magistrates were not going to come back in and take another beating, so we left with the cops. I turned back, looking to ask the usher about his insurance details – for future reference, and several cops barred my way. A quick word with them and I was able to ask my question. The usher denied any knowledge of his insurance – playing dumb, but the cops looked puzzled. I said to them that they operated under insurance and if they lose it they can’t work in the public. One knew what I meant and eyed me narrowly, but two others (younger ones) didn’t even know they had insurance! When I commented that the usher didn’t even know about his insurance, one of the cops said he didn’t know about his either. Lessons all round, I think.
I ran through a quick scenario of them punching me on the nose and me taking them to the cleaners (and sending them to live in a cardboard box behind Tesco for the rest of their lives) with the commercial paperwork and their insurance bond that they know nothing about. The knowledgeable cop just looked at me, but the other two were very surprised. I’m pretty sure they’ll have asked a question or two back at the station.
On the way back down the stairs, one of them said that although Mike had claimed to be the highest authority in the court he was wrong. I asked who was, then, and he said he was. I laughed and said he was wrong, and at that moment I was the highest authority there. He said no, it was him. I said “You are my servant and I give you your authority. I cannot give you more than I myself have. If I have twenty quid in my pocket then I cannot give you fifty”. I left him looking very thoughtful.
Outside the family gathered and waited for us to finish with the cops. The security guard came out, shook hands and said “Thank you very much. That was fantastic.” We told him we’d be back next month and he should bring friends. The family were astonished at the way things went – after all, they’d just been shafted by that pretend magistrate. We passed tpuc and fmotl site addresses around, said goodbye to our new friends and went off to continue our mission of mayhem. First, we had a nice cup of tea and a bite to eat. Wrestling with the devil can be hard work, you know.
This was not a success in that we did not get Mike off with the charge, but it was an amazing experience nevertheless. We confused the cops and no doubt they will ask themselves questions. We converted a security man, though he was already pretty naffed off. We exposed a working class housing estate family to the weakness of the court and they took it to the pub and the estate and told the world about their amazing day in court. No doubt they’ve passed the site addresses around. We invited them back – bring lotsa friends – for the next round on the 28th April. We hope we shall have a very large crowd appearing. This time I shall remember to take the super secret, amazingly good video and audio quality spy camera and get a video up on site for everyone’s viewing pleasure.
I had written some more about this day out, mostly to do with the genuine lawlessness of the legal system, and bonds. However, a FOIR response from the MINISTRY OF JUSTICE tells us that JUDGES ARE SELF BONDED! Self bonding is no bonding, according to the Uniform Bonding Code, which describes self bonding as corporate limited liability misrepresentation and fraud.
“In the old aggregate system, an antisocial enforcement officer operating on an unbonded statute using an unbonded enforcement process could create a monstrous civil rights or constitutional claim against the bonding company which was underwriting the general bond on the municipal corporation for which the officer worked. In order to maintain credibility in the bonding marketplace, the bonding company would have to pay off the claim against the bond even though the official act was criminal instead of civil(Birds of one feather).If in addition, the municipal corporation was operated by an antisocial office staff, it would tend to support, and retain in employment, the antisocial enforcement officer rather than the more civilized officers on the staff, if for no other reason than because an antisocial officer was more likely to bully the public into dropping malpractice suits and paying revenue into the corporate coffers, and thereby keep the corporate pay checks coming.

When such an antisocial corporation would get sued, as inevitably would happen, the bonding company working under the old system of aggregate bonding, would get ripped to shreds, perhaps even bankrupted. Of course, the injured bonding company would tell the municipal corporation to take its business elsewhere, and the next bonding company, being somewhat more cautious, might refuse to bond the corporation, or ask a larger premium to cover the gambling risk. Ultimately the municipal corporation would not be able to buy a bond due to its “track record” and the consequent high cost of bonding, with the result that the municipal corporation would resort to what is called “self-bonding.”

In the past, the state incorporation laws have required all corporations engaged in business potentially hazardous to the public safety, health and welfare, to be bonded against public accident and the malpractice of their officers, but more recently “self-bonding” has become a state-condoned option extended to municipal corporations to insulate them against prosecution for violation of the general state incorporation laws which demand public hazard licensing and bonding for all corporations. A corporation that is “self-bonded” is a limited corporation (ltd.) with a low ceiling of limited liability. The term, “self-bonded,” is a fraudulent misrepresentation of the corporate liability status. It says in effect that the payment of the commercial debts of the corporation will take second place to the payment of the malpractice obligations of the corporations. Furthermore, “self-bonding” cannot possibly be expected to cover the anti-civil rights and anti-constitutional malpractice potential of today’s modern antisocial municipal corporations. Simply put, “self-bonding” is “no-bonding;” it is corporate limited liability misrepresentation and fraud.

(Bonding is valid only when it is provided by an independent third party money wagering pool with no conflict of interest and no possibility of the bonded party dipping into the till.)”



Most of the piece I’ve deleted here was to do with the assumption by magistrates of magisterial powers and authority while sitting in merchant law courts. However, the issue became confused for me when I found that LORD MANSFIELD (gremlin bastard did huge amounts of damage to us all) back in the 18th century changed the courts so that a common law court could try civil cases, and a civil court could try criminal cases. I’m going to have to think about that for a while. Couple that with the bonding shock, and I really need to think for a while!
By the way, their bond is held by the minister responsible for the particular statute that requires a particular bond. It can be claimed against for up to two years after it becomes inactive. Every one of us should have a copy of the policy of any court we must attend. It really scares them when you ask for it! 
Perhaps it might be good news that they’re self bonded in fraud, because it is their own assets that stand as surety for the pledge on the bond – that means they lose not just some insurance policy money, but their own real property.
Oh, one last thing. I do believe that a Notice to the clerk of the court would be useful, informing that you reject the “courtesy” title of MISTER (the clerk said she was just being polite and courteous in using the title, though she refused to drop it after it was rejected) and that if they, the court, wish to delay justice at great cost by insisting you take the “benefit” of the courtesy before proceedings can begin, then they will have to reimburse you financially for the time they are wasting.
A maxim states that no-one can be forced to accept a benefit. If it’s a necessary prerequisite to accept a “courtesy” before the court can proceed, then ask the court to explain the principal involved – as you do not know it. As an official they are obliged to do so. Also tell them that if they proceed as if the “defendant” were not there then they are open to charges of fraudulent misrepresentation and perverting the course of justice, and witness tampering. Which they genuinely are! 
If an official refuses to take the/a criminal complaint (any criminal complaint) then they are tampering with a witness and perverting the course of justice because, as the complainant, you are a witness!
A criminal complaint sent to their insurers/bond holders becomes an INSTANT LIEN on them. This is a good control mechanism.
musashi

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