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Post-Election Fury in San Francisco

Thursday, November 4th, 2010
As I type this tirade, my middle son’s Marine’s emblem lies at the corner of my laptop, sitting in the crack nice and snug, winking at me, it’s wings and the world worn through to brass so much have I worn on my jacket for nearly six months now.  Morgan gave it to me December 2007, sitting at the kitchen table the night he got back on his first leave after boot camp.  He said “Mom, I have something I want to give you.  This is what we got before the ceremony when we graduated.  It was handed to you at the top of the hill you run at the end of the Crucible.  It’s what’s waiting for you.”  I don’t know if a mother on earth ever felt what I did that moment, because I too was fighting a war, I knew he was speaking one patriot to another.  For that reason alone, my husband & I have been in civil litigation since Christmas 1997 with San Francisco Firefighters‘ union & the City Attorney‘s  Office.  That piece of metal was flipping in my hand last night as I watched the election results coming for my nemesis Kamala Harris who today walked into the California General Office, all the way on the phone to that same boy calling me from Afghanistan where he is a Recon in Bravo Unit, fresh from a mission, telling me his unit was recently commended by General Petreaus as the most lethal in the arena.  My oldest son, Zachary is in Texas a few months honorably discharged from the Marines, on Reserve for the next four years with an injury from Iraq still nagging him.  Not to mention a bad attitude.  Our daughter Zoe studies the world most especially the Middle East as she prepares for college and thinks about law school but as she listens like a literary agent to my publishing plans far far away talking all the while talking of the historical romance that she is writing.  Our youngest son, Merlin, is a headstrong home-schooled 14 year-old who knows more about the inner workings of  political machines than any kid ought to.  He has been on the frontline of his parents’ battlefront.  He and his four siblings were under Children Protective Services’ microscope for 3 & ½ years from April 26, 1998 until my pro per use of the Indian Child Welfare Act freed them from Kamala Harris’ stranglehold 11 June 2001.  I am complaining to the California Bar Association  about her tenure at the San Francisco City Attorney as the lead attorney of a team of ten lawyers prosecuting abusive/neglectful parents.  Report after report beginning November 2000 until May 2001, CPS worker Sherma Brooks stated in print (as well while testifying on the stand during the 3rd trial – three in 3 years) that there had been “no actual CPS issues or concerns since the initial opening of this case”.   Kamala Harris prosecuted us anyway.
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However, when I filed a brief during the trial – handwritten in silver ink on black paper, a furious 33pg diatribe outlining the dozens of lies this case was built upon when the daughter of Senator Dianne Feinstein was in charge of this nest of viper-lawyers that use federal money to commit social engineering, which is one of the nicer labels I have for the foster care system.
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I just receive an email from the Steve Coooley campaign.  Madam Harris leads by 14,838 votes which tanslates into 2/ 3rds of a percentage point.  There are a million provisional & absentee ballots to be counted still.  It will be at least two more weeks and potentially  the count could go on until the December 3rd.  From June 28, 2010 when I published my free online book @ http://ramonamayon.com  I sent thousands of emails to the media and to politicians.  Made hundreds of comments on every article I could find online about the California Attorney General race.  Mailed dozens of letters to those who have no comment boxes or seemed too old-fashioned to send electronic mail to.  I filled every California & Federal Senators comment box more than once.  Same with the Represenatives.  And most certainly the progressive elite of San Francisco heard from me.   Again and again I sent out information to no avail.  I received only replies from Senator Feinstein, Boxer and then-Speaker Pelosi.  Those are posted on the front of my site as well as the copy of the email I sent to the government.

Only one person in the media answered me.  Here is his blunt reply:

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from Steve Frank <stephenfrank@sbcglobal.net>
to Ramona & Greg Mayon <mayonandmayon@gmail.com>
date Wed, Aug 18, 2010 at 6:45 PM
subject Re: Why is there a media black-out on San Francisco politics?
signed-by sbcglobal.net
hide details Aug 18

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Steve Frank

to me

show details Aug 18

 

The establishment is afraid of the truth and people questioning the high handed methods of running our government.Can not afford truth telling in this country.

 

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finally, a reply from Senator Feinstein

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

As some of you know, I am in a 13 year-old battle with the political bluebloods of San Francisco where the newspapers love to call politics a ‘bloodsport’. As I am the one inside the ring facing the lions, I dislike that phrase to say the least. Below is a link to my work. However in the past six weeks I have been met with a deafening silence from my 1500 strong emailing list as well as a brief mildly-violent attack midnight Friday 13th. So I got busy on the 2nd part of my plans, archiving other peoples stories with a wonderful thing called WordPress…and when I least expected what do I find but an email from Mama Feinstein in my inbox. My, my said the spider to the fly. Here’s what she had to say to me after her daughter allowed my civil rights to be mutilated and my family disappeared into a political bermuda triangle in 1998-1999.

U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein responding to your message
From:
“senator@feinstein.senate.gov” <senator@feinstein.senate.gov>

Add to Contacts

To: ramonamayon@yahoo.com

Dear Mrs. Mayon:

Thank you for contacting me with your concerns about child abuse. I appreciate hearing from you on this important topic and welcome the opportunity to respond.

You raise several good points in your letter, and I am glad that you have given this subject some serious thought. As a mother and a grandmother, I believe that every child should have the opportunity to grow up in a safe, healthy, and stable environment. Child abuse is a reprehensible crime, and I strongly believe that as a society, we must protect our children.

I strongly supported the passage of the Adam Walsh Child Protection and Safety Act of 2006 (Public Law 109-248), which President Bush signed into law on July 27, 2006. I believe that this legislation will enhance the ability of law enforcement officers to not only protect children from harm, but locate them should they be abducted.

Additionally, you may be interested to learn that in October 2007, the Senate approved an amendment offered by myself and Senator Jon Kyl (R-AZ) to the Labor, Health and Human Services, and Education Appropriations bill. The amendment will provide the funds needed to start the Federal Government’s process of creating a national registry on child abuse. Congress took an important step forward by passing the Adam Walsh Act, and I believe it is important to ensure that the law has the necessary funding to enact its principles.

Please know that I appreciate you taking the time to share your views with me. It is important for me to hear the concerns and suggestions of Californians throughout the legislative process. Be assured that I will keep them in mind should the Senate debate this issue in the future.

Again, thank you for writing.  I hope you will keep in touch on matters of importance to you.  Best regards.

Sincerely yours,
Dianne Feinstein
United States Senator

Further information about my position on issues of concern to California and the Nation are available at my website http://feinstein.senate.gov/public/.  You can also receive electronic e-mail updates by subscribing to my e-mail list at http://feinstein.senate.gov/public/index.cfm?FuseAction=ENewsletterSignup.Signup. Feel free to checkout my YouTube page http://www.youtube.com/Senatorfeinstein

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Rough Night

Saturday, August 14th, 2010

So it’s begun, what I always dreaded, violence again. Big Friday 13th beach party, so we left early, moving our RV from the beach parking lot where we spend our days to the quiet road by the park where we spend the night.  Tons of teenagers everywhere but these weren’t teenagers, all full-grown 4 black & 1 white man @ midnight they broke the window in the door Greg went outside, I was right behind him, our 14-year-old son was spending the night at a friend’s house. Nobody was outside, just a bunch of kids at the bus stop. Then down the hill they came at a dead run like a pack of baboons, they were all just behind the bushes, they rushed Greg and 1 of them threw himself on my husband so he was bent back over into the RV while the others were right behind him but the rv door was too small for them to fit.  I grabbed a broom-handle & started jabbing – later Greg said I looked like an 11th century jouster – I know I poked an eye and clipped a couple of jaws real good.  Greg kicked the big black dude on top of him once real good and it was over as quick as it had begun.  Police never came, I called them a one minute past midnight, my daughter came out & called them twice too.  Didn’t sleep at all the front door is destroyed, they tried to tear it off at the hinges, wind howling through the house it’s always blowing on the beach got up at 6 am to move and there’s a cop there telling us we are against the law, camping, he points to the sign outside our RV that says no habitation of a vehicle fines/arrest … then has the nerve to say about the attack hours earlier, “well, you need to go it’s not safe for you”  … I lost my famous Scottish temper, that’s all I have to say, I been talking to these damn cops for so long  (any of my new FaceBook friends, I just published a book @ http://ramonamayon.com & look the first chapter to see what happened to my husband in an assault in 1998 when we first went to court against the firefighters’ union).  Before close of business today, everyone from the mayor to the Board of Supervisors to the Police Commission to the newspaper & market place are going to get an earful…do they really think they can IGNORE this level of Corruption in my book or that I will be frighted away?  But what I am coming SLOWLY to understand, this is happening to me, this level of INDIFFERENCE to my safety and my civil rights is due to an inherent dislike for gypsies, i.e. those who live on wheels.   -God be us

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This is my dad’s response  (in Houston, Texas)  and he oughta know becasue he has spent his whole life working overseas in third-World countries

From:
Ben Sr. Robertson

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To: Ramona Mayon <ramonamayon@yahoo.com>
Cc:

You all need to get some weapons. As SF is a liberal city with more laws to protect the criminals than the victoms, you have to be careful to have defensive items that have not be “weaponized”.

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For instance, if you bought a couple of pick handles or sledge hamer handles and kept them handy-you are OK. But if you sawed them in half (to make them easier to use)- that would be “weaponizing” them. From personal experience the sledge hammer handles are easier to use in a crowd than pick handles. In Bangladesh, we had them in our truck and in ourliving quarters and had to use them fairly regularly. They were something to never “leave home without”. You have to be careful where you hit people. While you are allowed to protect yourself worldwide, if you kill someone, you are in a lot of trouble, even if you are in the right. These are good against knives, clubs,machettes, etc, but not guns.

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Another excellent item is a razer-sharp meat cleaver. Unmodified, it is just a kitchen emplement, but if you put a leather strap on the end of the handle (so no one can take it away from your wrist), you have troubles as you have weaponized it.

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The best weapon I have made that will trump edge weapons even machettes is a “sling blade’, (“Kiser” blade or “brush” hook.) You cut the handle short  leaving about one foot of wood. You put a leather wrist strap on it. The blade is about 12 to 18 inches long. You have one side that is straight edged, and sharpened,, the other side is curved into an inside crook,(also sharpened). The outside curved end is normally blunt, but you file all of it razer sharp. With it on your wrist, it becomes a weapon that is almost impossible to take away from someone unless you shoot them. I have gotten away with having made and carried these in my truck all over the world, as I paint them “DayGlo” red or orange and say it is a work tool to sharpen surveyors stakes. I have carried them into refineries, cemical plants, etc where they search you for guns and weapons.As they are DayGlo, they can not be considered a “concealed” weapon.

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I’d say the law would put you uner the jail house if caught with one in SF.

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You all need to get some Mace or pepper spray, if SF has not outlawed its possession to citizens. The citizens need to be made defenceless to make a “level playing field” for the bad guys. There are many everyday items that can be used as a weapon, like an 18 inch, half round file with a wooden handle.  An excellent tool is a geologist’s rock hammer, with a hammer face on one side and a long tapered  point on the other to take rock samples with. Rock and mineral collectors have them.

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love,

Dad

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OPEN LETTER TO NANCY PELOSI

Sunday, August 1st, 2010

(20 July 2010)

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Madame Speaker,

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As you read this, please realize that if the daughter of your good friend Senator Dianne Feinstein and the woman you recently endorsed to be California’s Attorney General weren’t involved in my case I truly believe, as both legislator & a mother, you would be outraged by what has happened at the hands of those who swore to protect the vulnerable children of the City of San Francisco. Of course, it’s impossible to ignore that Judge Katherine Feinstein & D.A. Kamala Harris were involved, but as my elected representative, how can their identity stop you from dealing with me?

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Yes, I know better than most about the bloodsport that San Francisco politics can be since my family disappeared into a political bermuda triangle in 1998 because we accused the firefighters’ union I.A.F.F. local #798, their sacred cow charity S.F.F.D. Toy Program & it’s chairman, the late John Voelker of mail theft and sabotage rising from our Christmas 1997 appearance on Fox2News due to our plight with a blown engine on our schoolbus/home. That matter was settled out of court 12 July 1999 on #300155, Mayon v. I.A.F.F. local #798 for $6000 and a mutual stay-away order.

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From 26 April 1998, when Children Protective Services responded to the hotline call from the late John Voelker, until 11 June 2001 when the Commissioner William Gargano returned legal custody of our family to us, we have fought tooth and nail to bring the truth to light. Our attorney in the union matter, Steven Bouvarnick, advised us to adhere to the letter of the settlement which included the clause “Do No Harm”, so effectively I have worn a paper muzzle until even the ten-year statute under the R.I.C.O. act was over, because what the union did, they did under the color of authority, thus automatically making it racketeering. By waiting, we ensured even the signees’ pensions were safe. We kept our word, even while they had a machine at their disposal. Madam Speaker, as much as you don’t want to hear this, it was machine politics at it’s best. If there were some way for you to replace the players in my book with someone you didn’t know, say from Chicago, you’d see it, too.

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I don’t take these steps lightly, nor without fear. After all, on 16 Dec 1998, while I was at our attorney’s office receiving the final draft of the lawsuit, across town in Golden Gate Park, my husband was being brutally assaulted by three men. That was quite a message to come home to. He was hospitalized for 30 days and very nearly died. My book describes all that as well as how the C.P.S. refused to even acknowledge what had happened; indeed, how they lied in court about everything that was, in reality, happening.  Even after we were returned legal custody of the children, we couldn’t leave San Francisco because of the dreadful lies set in legal cement by the City Attorney’s office, led each in their own time by your friends, 1998-2000 Katherine Feinstein and 2000-2003 Kamala Harris. This false case would follow us anywhere we went, but if we stayed here, we knew C.P.S. wouldn’t bother us again because they knew we knew about the lies. A stand-off, one that kept our children safe, but one that meant we could never return to the quiet, wonderful rural life we once had, at least not until our children were past the age of being taken by that Gestapo that C.P.S. has become ever since Congress began funding a bounty on every American child’s head of $6000 a month.  All that federal money, without oversight nor accountability, shame on all you politicians, who just sign bills and never look to see what you are really doing. Go online and read a few of the heart-breaking stories, then take a look at the unlimited power social workers wield – do something drastic & dramatic about it, why don’t you. We all end up judged before God, I’d hate to be called to account for this debacle!

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My book uses the City’s own hard paper to document every threat, every lie, every suppression, every example of tampering, everything in their words not mine, because, after all, who would believe me? As the judge in the recent landmark case, Humphries v. County of Los Angeles, wrote in his opinion declaring California’s Child Abuse Index unconstitutional under the 14th amendment, to be declared a child abuser in modern society is a type of moral leprosy. And didn’t that serve the firefighters’ union well, first that the City Attorney’s office of Louise Renne would force us to remain in San Francisco ensuring that we had no access to any other court but this, and secondly, should we ever make it back to Louisiana, our reputation was shredded.Even now who would listen to me? My book has been out two weeks and the silence from the local and state media has been deafening. However, I am finding that the Internet is that great equalizer everyone has always thought it would be. But I already knew that would happen, thus the title of the book, Collected Letters from the Abyss.

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Yours in Christ,

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Ramona Mayon

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Next actions: 1st, a complaint to the California Bar Association re. Kamala Harris prosecuting us in spite of several C.P.S. reports that repeatedly stated that there were “no actual C.P.S. concerns or issues with this family”, as well a complaint to the Judicial Performance Panel (on which Judge Feinstein sits) to review the original foundation of lies that she oversaw in 1998-1999.

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2nd, since no one has complied with the 9th federal district’s court directive to alter the procedure that surrounds attempting to remove one’s name from the Child Abuse Index, we will apply to the director of D.H.S. Trent Rhorer to re-examine the records, then direct Cal. DOJ to remove our listing.
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3rd, when he refuses to do that, we will proceed to federal court in an attempt to force a change in due process. We understand that the Supreme Court has agreed to hear Humphries v. County of Los Angeles in the fall.
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4th, we will ask the current attorney general, Jerry Brown, to independently review this miscarriage of justice and remove our name.
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5th and finally, we will seek to form a coalition of all the groups on the Internet screaming about the corruption in Family Law courts, in order to draft a bill of rights for every child at risk from an uncontrollable, unaccountable Children Protective Services. At that time, we will return to Congress (who supplies them with the money but no oversight), to demand change.
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showing @ Huffington Post

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

Imagine my amazement to get this morning and find an email saying my entry to Tony Robbin’s ‘Breakthrough’ show had been placed into the slideshow  for viewers to vote on the next people to go his six-part series @ NBC.   It’s about folks who had a crisis in their lives but used it to empower themselves to change, instead of getting sucked under!  All I had wanted was to maybe attract the attention of some intrepid reporter that Huffington Post is famous for – I never expected to place!  One of the 26 on right now, slide #22, named after the new book I am writing How We Kept CPS from Taking Our Children – and You Can Too! due out 1 Sept.

Here’s the link

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/29/participate-share-your-br_n_657536.html#s119862

All morning I was #1 but have now settled into a more comfortable #13 spot!

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another generic reply from Pelosi and my reply back

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

On Tue, Jul 27, 2010 at 4:07 AM, Rep. Nancy Pelosi <pelosi@mail.house.gov> wrote:

Thank you for contacting my office. Your comments and views are important to me.

For constituents of California’s 8th Congressional District who have included their name and postal address, I will respond to your message as quickly as possible.

MY REPLY BACK:

I want my family’s name off the Child Abuse Index & I want a public apology from the City of San Francisco…these emails are going out over & over to every politician in DC and Sacramento.  And they are not going to stop.  You are dealing with a woman who is OBSESSED with the injustice done to my family, my children, my husband because I refused to accept that the firefighter’s union could get away with stealing my mail.  I am the grandchild of the first woman who ever worked in the post office of my hometown of Mansfield, Louisiana.  It’s in my blood, you could say.  I spend all day, every day getting this story out, and because the mainstream media won’t touch me, I am using their blogs, comment boxes, etc. to do their jobs for them.  I would suggest you take this seriously. I am not going to stop because I am in the right.  I have DOCUMENTED enormous perjury, etc. etc. etc.   And I am a Republican.  Sooner or later, this story is going to catch fire.  I’m going to make sure of it.

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There’s a simple solution.  Get my name off that bloody index and get that apology in the mail.  I want it written by the mayor on City letterhead so it looks real good on the front page of my website.

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Yours in Christ,

Ramona Mayon

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YEP, I’M HOLDING MY BREATH.

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local media’s black-out

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

Dear Phil Matier & Andrew Ross,

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A cop who helped us in the beginning (retired now: Paul Swiatco *82) told me that I would ALWAYS be “too politcally red-hot” for mainstream media to even think about coming anywhere near me. What he didn’t count on was the blogosphere.  Already I have placed on Kamala Harris’ 7th page @ Google.  I spend hours every day getting my story out, one posting at a time, and by November… … …well, you get the drift.  But what you (and other mainstream reporters) don’t realize is the citizen journalist’s ability to circumvent you old dinosaurs.  Do you REALLY think by ignoring me I won’t be heard?  Not only will I be heard & my absolute proof of corruption exposed but my criticism of how I was denied in these early days of going-public will re-enforce your readership’s disdain for you & the traditional press.  Can you really afford that?  But please, do carry on.  I’m going to make sure my rapidly-growing readership realizes how controlled – and fearful of the powerful – their press representatives really are, starting with you and Ken Garcia at the SF Examiner.  For example, I’m publishing this letter to you on my site’s blog named Daily Dish of Politics. Been reading your column all these long years in San Francisco and none of the scandals you have (semi) covered even come close to what happened to me & mine in 1998-1999.

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Below is the email I have sent out to all the government boxes in D.C. including Mama Feinstein.  So much horror happened to me at the hands of the firefighters’ union that nothing fazes me now, certainly not being ignored by you media-types.  Trust me, it’ll all be out be out November.

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And what does that say about you?  Let me spell it out: go look at how b-o-r-i-n-g your columns for the last 30 days have been.  Oh, let me do it for you.  It’s hard for any writer to be objective, now isn’t it?  Here’s how you earned your pay:   1) Bart fares  2) Boxer calls Fiornia a multiple yacht owner  3) Ellison & his pursuit to own a team   4) Oakland P.D. investigates 2 councilwomen for getting in their way     5) community colleges      6) chilly Whitman relations      7) dry Bay-to-Breakers   0) Adachi’s pension reform ambitions     9)  Bart brass worried about verdict  10) Newsom & Mrs. previously invested in B.P.  11) Bart fares   12) Newsom meet & greet  13) Bart cop uses taser on fare-evader    14) Oakland budget.

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YAWN.

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So, thinking maybe I was a little harsh on you, since you two are the premier political reporters in town, I scrolled back to all your columns for the past 90 days:    15) Fiornia’s husband carries a gun   16) mass police lay-off in Oakland   17)  graffiti on that God-awful Buddha in the Civic Center  18) Bart spending   19)  Whitman & Brown set to go toe-to-toe    20) electricity costs set to rise    21) candidates spent $113 million     22) moving a manzanita bush    23) a waterfront bathroom    24) Chris Kelly’s ads taking toll on poor Kamala    25)  sponser ING Bay to Breakers    26) 49er’s stadium plan    27) Tesla deal    28) Bart shootin case’s D.A.   29) $18 million bus stop   30) Sacramento budget season opens   31) SFPD blocked from interviewing 15 year-old stalking victim  —- now I’ll admit, that was an interesting story because it reminded me how the police were incapable of investigating the firefighters’ union   32) high wages for railroad brass    33) more Chris Kelly ads    34) porn probe    35) transit systems bleeding $    36) Oakland A’s fight   37) MTA parking fees     38)  ticket-fixing scam uncovered @ DPT

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Are y’all even alive & breathing over there?

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filed a complaint with SFPD & FBI re. death threat

Friday, July 16th, 2010

I am publishing a book online that documents corruption @ City Atty’s office & CPS when Kamala Harris was in charge…on 13 July 2010, I posted the book’s information at SF Craigslist under political forum titled: complaint to bar assoc. re. Kamala Harris…here is copy of the posting of the death threat directly above it or you can go see it yourself:

Re: complaint to bar association re. Kamala Harris (downtown (Fuck you Chillyboy)

Date: 2010-07-13, 8:54PM PDT

Reply to: see below

Die today

PostingID: 1841916935

No contact info?

if the poster didn’t include a phone number, email, or other contact info, craigslist can notify them via email.

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I am only writing you this at the insistence of my father in Houston Texas (who also insists I make a copy of this report and send him one as well)because of the prior attack (16 Dec 98) on my husband, so severe he was hospitalized 30 days when we sued the firefighters’ union for theft of mail & sabotage.  The book details all that.  However, it is less about them and all about the 48 lies at CPS that the City Atty’s office used in three trials.

Look, I am not going to shut up about what happened to my family here…even if it means death threats, and God only knows what else, but not another minute in silence.  My name is Ramona Mayon and my email is ramonamayon@yahoo.com and my cell# is *** *** ****.  The site where my book is for sale is http://ramonamayon.com Every threat that is made I will keep utilizing this tip-line and keeping copy & forwarding it to my dad.  I will also be publishing this I have written here on my site’s blog under daily dish of politics.

I have been so afraid in this town, of the very people meant to serve & protect.  No more. No more.

The night this threat was made, a trash can was set on fire outside our RV directly beside it, about one in the morning.  SFFD came very promptly and put it out.

Yes, you read it right, I live in an RV which is criminalized here but nonetheless I am a citizen, with 14 year-old son in said RV as well as a very sick husband (Hep.C/barely any liver left) but regardless of the condemnation by the neighbors, said RV was home also to my oldest son who just got out of the Marines after 4 years & my middle son, a Recon Marine who left for Afghanistan a month ago, as well as a daughter headed to college in the fall to become a civil rights lawyer.  We are no homeless useless bums!

I am sending copy of this to both Richmond & Taraval stations, the districts where we park the RV. We endure the sweeps & the tickets & the complaints because our son loves the youth center here (Sunset Youth Services…his name is Merlin Mayon if you want to call to verify), his friends all live here and it’s as much his neighborhood as anyone else’s. For crying out loud, our son who just left for Afghanistan worked at the Ocean Beach Safeway for 3 years.  We are just like anybody else except the firefighters’ union misplaced our mail in 1997 and we refused to accept it…just like we wouldn’t accept the lies thrown down by CPS (by the way, we never lost PHYSICAL custody of the kids, just legal which meant we weren’t allowed to return to Louisiana where we have family & land). When I first put the book out I sent a copy of the flyers I am putting out (same text as the posting at Craigslist) to Chief George Gascon and will also send copy of this complaint.  Same at the FBI (those useless bastards I’ve going to since 2001).

We aren’t taking threats in silence anymore.  Go ahead and get a file mark it with my name and stick this it. No doubt there will be more. Or maybe you could give ChillyBoy the scare of his life because all Craigslistings have to have a phone verification.  I don’t care I’m just making my Dad feel a little better. I already know that gypsies have no protection here nor the civil rights everyone else enjoys.

Here’s the email I just got from my dad:

If you get a direct-to-you death threat over the internet or a mailed-in threat, go to the police. Unless the actor uses a computer-cafe machine, or uses a compter in an office, other than his own, the email (if he used his own computer) will leave an address back to him. Police can track that. You need to be very watchful and aware when getting your mail. That is where they will look for you. It would be a good idea to talk to the mail box people you use, for them to alert you if anyone makes inquires about you to them. Also keep a sharp eye when leaving your mailbox, for people following you, to see where you wind up parking and what you are driving.  I would keep a positive attitude.  The problem you have is your subject matter is basicly of interest to only San Francisco area people, not state-wide or national-wide.  I don’t have to tell you to be very careful-you have been in Third World Countries- where there are only two types of people-the quick and the alert, and the dead.  I wouldn’t park around a trash bin, as the firemen or police could have set it on fire and come put it out to send you a message.

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Now is that any way for a 72-year-old man to be thinking about his daughter & son-in-law & grandson?  A man who spent his whole life building pipelines around the world in some horrific places (like Africa in the middle of a bloody coup), tell me why should he worry like this for my safety in one of America’s most beautiful cities?

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got my first death threat

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

on Craigslist of all places…it was just above my posting titled “complaint to bar association about Kamala Harris” and said only “Die Today” which in and of itself didn’t bother me, but the fire set in the trash can outside my RV at 2 in the morning certainly did as it had two fire engines parked on my bumper with their lights flashing and cop cars coming and going for an hour afterwards…my life…

It reminded me of an incident Sept 2002:  a car (no engine in it, so it had to be towed & dropped off in front of us)  was set on fire on a deserted road we used to stay at Lake Merced (which is why we stay in the Sunset & Richmond districts now in plain sight!).  If it was someone trying to get rid of a stolen car like my husband tried to make me believe then it wouldn’t have been parked TOUCHING our front bumper, greg had to back into the woods almost to the edge of the creek to get away from it and i don’t mean a smouldering car, it was completely ablaze  and would’ve destroyed our bus’ radiator if i hadn’t been awake at the time to hear it go up – - – so yeah, i think there’s some justification for my terror level being crimson red.

But all is well, God sees me.  He has set angels all around us to protect us even from slipping on a stone.

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how i really feel about SFPD after all these years of civil war behind that thin blue line

Sunday, July 11th, 2010

Believe it or not, you’re not going to find a huge surge of anti-cop sentiment in my work. It happened during a cop encounter shortly after Valentine’s Day 1999 while parked in the Haight. It was the usual Gestapo-influenced raid at 4am, the house being inspected by a big-bellied white-haired hard-eyed old Irish cop who was intently running his high powered flashlight through my whimsically decorated child-oriented home, his light probing their individual sleeping nooks – they looked like perfect sleeping children, eyes closed, teddy bears tucked in, but nothing could have been more obscene to me than the sound of their ragged breathing, as his flashlight invaded their flesh, their sleep, their privacy and their Fourth amendment right to be secure from the government’s UNREASONABLE efforts to search/seize. It made me livid to think how much they must be hating that since they can’t abide me looking into their nooks & crannies. I was mentally begging the cop to not go in the back where our 36-month old Merlin was sleeping. It would be forever trying to get him to lie back down if he had to wake up under the glare of a cop’s beam. I looked down the steps at my husband who had only been out of the hospital two weeks after a 30-day stay. He was in damp drizzle in only sweatpants and a t-shirt. I looked at the policeman still poking in ever corner with his flashlight, warm in his fleece-lined leather jacket while my husband was out in the damp fog barefooted and my baby is start to snuffle around in his crib, waking up. I kicked Greg’s shoes out to him and pulled off my hooded sweatshirt and tossed it out to him. Then I went into my legal files and pulled out a colour photograph and handed it to the cop, saying “three men in uniform grabbed him outside Golden Gate Park, half a block from and in plain view of your police station. Two held him against a tree – see the marks inside his arms where he fought against their grip and on his hips, those scrapes/that’s thru a pair of levis and a pair of sweatpants/it’s where they held him against the tree while the third struck him once over an already-diseased liver with a nightstick and then let him drop to the ground. All he saw walking away was black regulations shoes and no guns on their hips before he passed out. He came to alone still and pulled himself up on the chain link fence and used it to get home. That’s all he’ll say about it, but I’ll you what I was doing while this happened to him: I was across town at our attorney’s angrily refusing to accept the final draft of our civil action against the almighty firefighters’ union because it didn’t include sexual harassment.” Said it all in one breath, intensely conscious of the listening children. The cop walks on down the three front steps, then pauses on the bottom, reaches up to grip the pair of crucifix that hang over the entry of our bus, just low enough to graze the heads of those who come & go. He looks at me for a long moment, and I return his stare because by then I know I have bitten off more than I can ever chew, he’s simple compared to the dogs-of-war I was facing down in the legal arena. Then he turns to look at Greg busy talking to a trio of cops who are grilling him about his ability to care for the children on a s-c-h-o-o-l-b-u-s. He looks back up at me and says “I will pray for you & your husband, that God will heal him and that He will bless you.” You could have knocked me over with a feather. That night completely altered the tone of my journalistic efforts and more to the point, showed me the importance of being able to “sound bite”, e.g. fully communicate the seriousness of our “life situation” at any given moment. I often think of that cop and I hope he made it off the street.

Say to God “my refuge, my fortress, my Lord in whom I trust.   With His pinions He will cover you and under His wings, you will take refuge. His faithfulness is a shield, you shall not fear the terror of night rather with your own eyes you shall behold the requital of the wicked because you made the Most High your stronghold, no evil shall befall you nor come near your tent for to His angels, He has given command about you that they guard you all your ways. Says the Lord ‘Because he clings to Me, I will save him.’ ”   Psalm 91

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how to be a writer of resistance

Sunday, July 11th, 2010

Virginia Woolf almost had it right, in order for a woman to write she needs a room of her own and money (I have neither) but more than anything else a woman writer needs her husband to place her work central in his life also. Their children must see that happen so that they too will give over their needs to the also primary need (that of the writer to write) – which means tending to themselves and becoming independent beings much, much sooner than other “normal” children – it has been a highly unusual process, an inherent rearrangement and adjustment in the family dynamics in order for woman/wife/mother to write both constantly & wildly.   Not only does it take over first a desk, then a wall, than a corner, then a room, until it is the very fabric of your home.  The cat sleeps on it.  The children stack their morning milk on files and eat their cereal reading my work from the night before bemoaning my habit of run-on sentences.   It is an organic process that has been honoured in my house.  Until it becomes central to everyone else’s life, it won’t mean enough in yours.

But instead of the baby girl I wanted on our wedding night, we conceived this enfantè terrible, as our dictionary calls one whose unconventional behavior, work or ideas are a source of dismay or embarrassment others.  My pen is a weapon of resistance.   Hours and hours of study to support the writing and rewriting and re-rewriting. I have cocooned myself in a literary cave while I learned word-crafting. I studied and wrote, wrote and studied, read and read and read. My reclusive, solitary nature made it easy to put my head down and cover up until I seemed an almost willing active adult participant in my own violation.

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From Micheas 2:8-9 “Them that passed harmless, you have turned to war…you have cast out the woman of My people from her house, in which she took her Delight; you have taken My praise forever from their children”

Monday, May 17th, 2010
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Everything that happened to us in San Francisco happened because of extreme bias against the nomadic. It was a bloody shame, and it was a hate crime.

Sunday, May 16th, 2010

New book DOCUMENTS the conspiracy (1998-2001) between City Attorneys’ Office & CPS & S.F.P.D. to protect the firefighters’ union (I.A.F.F. local #798) from our allegations of theft of U.S. mail & sabotage. What’s worse than the crime?  Everybody knows it’s the cover-up but what’s worse than the cover-up?  That’s when those in charge of those looking the other way keep on climbing into ever-bigger seats of power.  Specifically, I refer to the two deputy city attorneys overseeing the three foul custody trials (and a futile, concurrent appeal all the way to the California Supremes) that forced us to remain here to file (and win a settlement) in the corrupt San Francisco courts rather than have a real trial back home in the Baton Rouge, Louisiana Federal Courthouse: that is Katherine Feinstein (1998-2000) now a judge and on the panel for Judicial Performance and recently voted ‘Judge of the Year’ by the San Francisco Trial Lawyers Association (also the daughter of California’s senior senator) and Kamala Harris (2000-2003) now the twice-elected D.A. and running hard for California Attorney General (also the former mistress of then-Mayor Willie Brown). Her brother-in-law, Tony West was recently hand-picked as assistant attorney general of the civil rights division of the Justice Department. This is no ‘he said, she said’ story they can all side-step:  I have documented almost four dozen pieces of perjury, tampering, suppression, and manufacturing of evidence using the City of San Francisco’s own hard paper.  75% of that paper is marked confidential and comes with its own penal code.  But it will be the D.A.’s office that has to file on it though, (now that’s a conflict-of-interest even by San Francisco standards!).  Even if I get gagged, I will welcome the opportunity to argue in open court that the City breached the judicial firewall – not I – because those with dirty hands cannot hide them behind the cloak of confidentiality.



Greg & Ramona Mayon
750 La Playa #915
San Francisco California 94121

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1000 emails out to the media & politicians

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

my first baby-step at unburying my voice after nearly 13 years of silence…i am so afraid…began a fast to beg God for the power to move onto the political stage, a place i have never wanted to be…began a blog just for the purpose of sticking all my fear there…for those who would like to pray for me its @ http://blogon.ramonamayon.com/ the rest of y’all just go ahead and gloat, yeah i’m scared of you…so what…i’ll work it out with my Saviour, Jesus Christ

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put out my book on 26 June 2010

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

When I saw that Kamala Harris was going to win the Democratic nomination for California Attorney General, it just turned my stomach so I pulled out the work I have been doing, quietly in the courts all these years, trying not to rock the boat and get my family hurt again.  I had a long talk with my husband and we agreed that we couldn’t, as Americans, sit here quietly while someone we knew held a complete  disregard for due process & the Constitution move into one of the most powerful offices in the country.  Her own website has a video of her on one of the major morning talk shows with Matt Lauer where he says Newsweek magazine calls her one of the most powerful women in America.  And the New York Times calls her one of the 17 women who could be the first female President.  Spare me.   She must have an ego the size of Texas hearing all that.

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Dedication

Saturday, May 15th, 2010
Jeremiah 31:32  Thus says the Lord, “A voice was heard on high, of lamentation, of mourning and weeping, of Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted for they are no more.”    The Lord has created a new thing on earth: a woman shall compass a man.”

from the American HeritageDictionary: COMPASS an enclosing line or boundary, a circumference, a restricted space or area;  range or scope, as of understanding;  to make a circuit of, circle;  to surround;  encircle; to understand, comprehend;  to succeed in carrying out, accomplish;  to scheme, plot

from the Apocrypha, Judith:  “Give me constancy of mind so that I may despise him, and fortitude that I might overthrow him for this will be a glorious monument to Your name, when he shall fall by the hand of a woman…strengthen me O God may I bring to pass that which I purposed having a belief it might be done by Thee.

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Letter to Kamala Harris

Friday, May 14th, 2010
Madam,
I can barely bring myself to write this personal note.  I watched your acceptance speech (of the Democratic nomination for attorney general) and you spoke about serving & protecting the vulnerable, the weak, those discriminated against.  You actually got a little choked up.   Well, what were my children, except vulnerable and weak, when you looked the other way while the lies were flying about, petitions were being filed and a THIRD trial wasted another year of life, of childhood?  EVERY CPS report from your era at the City Attorney’s Office said that “there were no CPS concerns or issues since the beginning of this case (26 April 1998).  Please examine this photo (not to mention the hundreds of photos I used to illustrate this book with) and tell me if they look like they were being abused, May 2000, about the time Feinstein left and you took over ????????

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Livermore May 2000, after repairing the second blown engine

They didn’t get that way by themselves.

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This is the bottom half of an appendix titled “Who Lied Where with Whom” which lists the following areas of criminal activity that we have documented in this manuscript:

#11 examples of  …  perjury  in court petitions
# 9 examples of …  simple perjury
# 5 examples of …  tampering of evidence
# 6 examples of…  suppression of evidence
# 3 examples of … manufacturing of documenting evidence
# 3 examples of … spreading patterns of misinformation
#  2 examples of …  false imprisonment
#  3 examples of … child endangerment
#  4 examples of … malice-in-law
#   1 example of … failure to report a crime against a minor
#   1 example of … failure to report a federal fugitive
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the ex post facto use of medical marijuana

the repeated failure to comply with the federal Indian Child Welfare Act

and a documented example of  terroristic threat to minors

Now that the City’s own hard paper shows where and when the social workers lied, I’d like to lay out what was the children’s reality in 1998, in 1999, and 2000, to thus be prepared, should that day ever come, if God should bless me to be face-to-face with Kamala Harris, that great leader herself, whether it’s before a congressional hearing (as it ought to be but being a gypsy I know better) or whether it happens in a hallway at the courthouse (my personal preference), so I can ask exactly why her office felt the need to put us through a 3rd trial – holding us in San Francisco another year – because per the City’s own records, from the 20 Nov 2000 thru May 2001; i.e. reports going into her office at the City Attorney Office from September 2000 onwards, all saying the same: “there have been no actual C.P.S. concerns or issues”.
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Let me blunt, I’m not that smart, I have only a couple of years of college, I am no legal savant…these lies were easily seen…only reason this book exists is that I am still so angry to have lost my freedom here in America’s most politically-correct, civil-rights-touting, bleeding-heart liberal enclave.   My untrained legalistic brain could see them.  There’s no way Kamala and her well-trained bunch didn’t see the lies.  They are right there on the top of the surface.   If I were to be allowed to put HER on the stand the way they did me & mine, I’d ask her “So why did YOU personally feel that another year of my life was at your disposal, you made all my children angry at ME, because I had promised that if they went to school for a year, they would free us from CPS because all would see how smart and neat and clever and great they are, they would have to let us go – but then they ended up doing two years?  1998 here, 1999 here, two-thirds of 2000…finally we think we can go back to our rural way of life, but then that’s when Kamala Harris and her team of ten deputies demand another year.  It was THREE years with CPS “supervising” us, forcing us to live an urban life when it was a rural one we loved and had been living until we came to this cursed city.
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I personally think it’s Kamala Harris’ responsibility  for coming into that office vacated by Katherine Feinstein – who after all approved the lies in the first place – instead of quietly releasing an illegal stay on my family who were detained by use of lies, Kamala Harris approves a third year under custody (even though it meant another trial with CPS saying they no issues or concerns with our family).   By use of the documented lies & alterations, we were forced to remain here and continue raising our children in a place that hates the kind of person their mother wouldn’t stop being even under court order.  I heard Kamala Harris’ acceptance speech for the nomination of her party to run for California Attorney General and I had to laugh when she slurred past “fighting for those Californians who live with hatred & bias”.  I want to know WHY her office (because I have established it wasn’t CPS asking the court) why she had such bias for our lifestyle that she would allow her office to demand – - – and get — that THIRD year.  We had something better to do, in a place way better than San Francisco.
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But I already know why, the statute of limitations on what the late John Voelker did on 26 April 1998 by involving CPS ended on 26 April 2001; we were unexpectedly released from the case on 11 June 2001.  And even if we could have made it back to Louisiana and managed to interest the Federal authorities in Baton Rouge, our reputation was damaged beyond repair thanks to the corrupt social workers at CPS and the deputy city attorneys of San Francisco,  who have blanket immunity for what they do.
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Letter to the White House

Friday, May 14th, 2010

1 May 2010

Dear Mr. President,

As you hold this paper in your hand, know it represents all the courage my husband & I are able to muster after more than a decade on the losing end of a prima facie case of municipal racketeering. A new book, available only online in an instant-view format, documents a conspiracy between agencies to protect a popular firefighter, his union & their sacred cow charity from our 1998 allegations of mail theft and sabotage.  I am still the angriest woman in North America, which refers to how I began a 24pg letter to John Ashcroft 2 August 2002.  We quietly settled #300155 out-of-court on 12 July 1999 on the civil complaint of Conversion (of the funds sent by Fox2News viewers Christmas 1997), Accounting, Common Count, Imposition of Constructive Trust, Negligence (the sabotage), Fraud & Deceit. However, the City Attorney’s office blocked our right-to-travel, forbidding us to return to family & land in Louisiana, from 10 July 1998-11 June 2001 all the while systematically destroying our reputation with nearly three-dozen lies (documented in the manuscript by the City’s own hard paper) supplied by a corrupted Children’s Protective Service.

Our good family name is forever trapped in the State of California’s monster data bank of unfit parents.  What these activist judges set in legal cement will always follow us.  S.F.P.D., F.B.I., and the courts (all the way to the California Supremes) folded their hands and did nothing.

What’s worse than the crime?  Everybody knows what that it’s the cover-up.  But what’s worse than the cover-up?  That would be when those in charge of those who looked the other way keep right on climbing into ever-bigger seats of power.  Specifically I refer to two women in your circle, they were the deputy city attorneys in charge @ San Francisco City Hall while I was being carried out the back door and buried.  Katherine Feinstein, 1998-2000 now a judge (and the daughter of California’s sr. senator) and Kamala Harris class of 2000-2003, now District Attorney running to be California’s Attorney General, and who recently had tea at the White House and read from her book ‘Smart on Crime’.

I can & will prove our children were held for three-and-a-half years as political hostages while their father and I sued the firefighters’ union.  We did as our attorney advised, waiting the full ten-year statute of silence, adhering to the letter of the settlement;  now they, the firefighters’ union, can’t be touched, not even by the R.I.C.O. act.  Now, our obligation is over.  Now, with the self-publication of this manuscript, I can begin to address the chain conspiracy between the different City agencies to protect the firefighters’ union , all of whom enjoy blanket immunity with what they do.  Now, I intend to ask Congress how it is possible that they – or should I say, the American people – supply, without any federal oversight, the money for criminal enterprises by certain city employees who can’t be touched.

Please understand where I get my fury in this civil war:  my paternal grandmother was the first woman to work in the U.S. post office of my hometown of Mansfield, Louisiana.  It’s in my blood.

From Day One, I went postal.  In a legal way.  And I did warn those dumb firemen.  How could I let anybody, much less a bunch of old, fat, Irish thugs, get away with stealing my bloody mail?  Or a dozen snotty, lying social workers ignore that my mail had been stolen in the first place?

The question is, will Congress?  Because I know the public won’t.

Yours in Christ,

Ramona Mayon

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Letter to Madam Speaker

Friday, May 14th, 2010

Madam Speaker

I have been waiting all these years, still distraught, stranded, numb and mute, a misery in the shadow of a corrupt City Hall, confident one day God would give me true Justice because that is what He is.  And I am His.   Now, before you examine the enclosed allegations my husband & I bring against such sterling political pedigrees as Kamala Harris and Katherine Feinstein’s, please do register our fine Christian example of self-discipline & patience we exercised in NOT releasing my trio of manuscripts into the publishing realm while the presidential elections were being fought.  Of course, to have done so would have been to ignore the advice of our attorney, Steven Bouvarnick, who firmly suggested that we adhere to a ten-year statute of silence because those with whom we settled 12 July 1999 could be prosecuted under the R.I.C.O. act and could conceivably sue us for breach of contract.   It hurt my most conservative feelings very much to not give the country a vivid and detailed example of exactly what “San Francisco values” are.  A pity.   My personal politics are so far right as to fall off the radar.  My husband and I own the only paper ever forced down the throat of the most powerful union in your town, I.A.F.F. local #798 and their charity fund-raising arm, that sacred cow, the Firefighters Toy Program, and the late John Voelker, for nothing less than theft of U.S. mail and sabotage.  That matter is dealt with.  We have no further issues with the fire department.  However, the City Attorney’s office of Renne, Feinstein & Harris blocked our right-to-travel, to return to family and land in Louisiana from 10 July 1998 -11 June 2001 by use of nearly three-dozen documented lies.  That is the foundation for the Collected Letters from Abyss.  It’s cost-effective release on our website is in a format that offers an instant-view to as many who want to pay.  We intend not only to firmly establish our right to free press but will “blog” daily – hourly if need be – over what the appropriate federal agencies are able to do about the social Gestapo loosed in our country and funded by Congress.

In this, the most open and honest Congress ever, and since you all call yourselves the “evidence party” (and that is the ONE thing we have plenty of) you Democrats ought to welcome the opportunity to put your money where your mouth is.  You’d be all up in arms, demanding heads on platters if Republicans had done this to our family.  Think about it, now you of all people could give me a real investigation and some good old-fashioned Justice.  Or do everything in your power, which is quite considerable, to block me.  Now, won’t that resonate with the voters in ’10?  My job, and unfortunately I do look at it as a job, is merely to report to the People what you actually do.   Or don’t do.  What else is there for me to do except to petition that Royal High Court of Public Opinion?  I have banged on the doors of all your courts and no one will let me in.  And that’s just bloody un-American.

Yours in Christ,

Ramona Mayon

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Thursday, May 13th, 2010

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so who’s civilized & who’s the savage?

Thursday, May 13th, 2010

Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men, we didn’t have any kind of prison. Because of this, we had no delinquents. Without a prison, there can be no delinquents. We had no locks nor keys and therefore among us there were no thieves. When someone was so poor that he couldn’t afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift. We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property. We didn’t know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being was not determined by his wealth. We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians, therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another. We were really in bad shape before the white men arrived and I don’t know how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society. John (Fire) Lame Deer Sioux Lakota – 1903-1976

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first page from memoirs eventually going on the publishers’ auction block: LAST DANCE ON HAIGHT STREET

Wednesday, May 12th, 2010

Let me describe the worst day of my life;  it makes everything else in this book fall into place.  Here in San Francisco all the funerals take place outside of town and there are only two ways for a funeral procession to get there, either up 19th ave. or along the Great Highway (the local beach access road).  We live on the beach, at least from 5 am to 10pm when the parking lot is open and we park our 32′ retrofitted 1979 black Bluebird schoolbus.  Nights are spent parked alongside the lush Golden Gate Park.  It’s an odd lifestyle, looked down upon by many here and in fact outlawed, but it has afforded us an upper-middle-class environment for our four children to grow up in, but without the $3000 price tag.  Back to the worst half-hour of my life.  A cold dreary overcast December morning in 2005.  Three over-sized fire engines parked along the edge of the parking lot each decorated with a black wreath, and dozens of firefighters appear out of nowhere and line the road.  Our youngest son, Merlin, then-10-years old, had been riding his bike up & down the beach blvd, came rushing into the bus to announce what was going on but having read the obituary the previous day, i had an unpleasant sinking of the stomach knowing the man that my husband and I had (successfully) sued in 1999 was about to pass by.  Greg, my husband, couldn’t help himself, “Yep, an old saying back home, if you sit on the banks of the river long enough, the body of your enemy will float by.  Or in our case, if you sit on the beach long enough.”

I gripped the arms of the chair i was sitting in, refusing to acknowledge the swirling emotion I was feeling as the man who had promised 26 April 1998 to destroy my world, made his last ever journey on the streets of San Francisco.  Greg and Merlin watched out the back window as not only the hearse passed by, but also the old-timey truck used by his charit, full to the brim of toys.  Yes, the obituary had told people to bring a new, unwrapped toy to the funeral.  How bizzare.  The man had become his own fundraiser in the end.

Ten months earlier, John Voelker, decorated fireman and chairman of S.F.F.D. Toy Program, had suffered a seemingly simple motorcycle wreck.  He’d been awake and talking on the way to the, hospital but slipped into a coma once there.  The same hospital my husband nearly died in seven years earlier, from an assault suffered the day we got the final draft of a lawsuit against Voelker & company.  Voelker’s obituary read that Santa had died.  I’d been concerned that children seeing that might be devestated to think that Christmas was over!  Although he was immensely popular with the rank-and-file, as well as City Hall, Voelker was no Santa, no matter how much he dressed up.

Car after car, fire engine after fire engine, followed while his co-workers lined the road by the dozen and saluted the fallen hero.  Sure I could feel the animosity beaming towards our very recognizable old black bus.  The fight he and I had engaged in had been an open secret within the Fire Dept.  I knew many of those passing by still resented us for forcing a civilo action for mail theft & sabotage down their union’s throat.  Both were automatically acts of racketeering, mind you, when committed under the colour of authority.  My husband, well-schooled in the Edwin Edwards era of politics, guided me thru those dark swampy waters by teaching me the value of maintaining a deep threatening silence.  Voelker had no choice but to sign off on the settlement because otherwise I would have gone to the press.  Or so he thought.  

It was, as I said an open secret, not only at the Fire Department, but also at City Hall, particularly in the City’s Attorney’s office, because they had followed Voelker’s directive (almost to the letter) the day we tried to report S.F.F.D. to S.F.P.D. and Children Protective Services tried, unsuccessfully,  over a three-and-a-half year period, using three dozen lies documented in my book Collected Letters from the Abyss, to take our children away from us.  Indeed, every single cop who ever harassed us for our lifestyle-choice, they too were informed of our dirty little war with Voelker & company. 

And so while we didn’t win, because after all, we lost our good family name and all our civil liberties here, including the right-to-travel, when I saw Voelker’s obituary in the paper, I had a rare moment of satisfaction.  Not because he was dead (we are Christians after all), but because I knew that quite a few officials across the City were also reading it, wondering whatever happened to that furious Louisiana man and woman.  I’ll tell you what happened…God covered them and they found grace in the wilderness like the days of old.

Mayon & Mayon copyright 2010

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