WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PsYcHoPaThS ARE IN CHARGE

It appears there’s still another criminal I must expose; Leslie Wayne Muse (aka) Lw Muse, Buz W Muse & just Buz Muse, owner of Monkey Island RV Resort, Grand Lake O’ The Cherokees in Afton, Oklahoma.

And guess what I uncovered today? Lw Muse apparently is also an attorney which he likes to hide, obviously. At the very least he’s the principal of a firm offering legal work under the title of Lw Muse Lawyer.

Buz owns a very upscale RV Resort near Grand Lake where Prevost go to vacation. Larry and I were hired to take this diamond of a resort, a five star we’re told, to a whole new and higher level.

The complete saga unfolds below...

I guess it doesn’t suit one to expose horrific financial, real estate and employment crimes committed against one; crimes that concern all consumers, when the authorities, courts, and media refuse to do their jobs in this country?

Nope; the exposer is instead considered the criminal. In my personal opinion by those who committed the crimes against one (you) and those employers who commit crimes in their everyday business and have yet to be exposed.

I believe Buz Muse to be corrupt in his business dealings; while performing legal services asked by the book with potential employees.

They , such as Buz, are amongst the millions of employers out there in the world seeking the right employee who obviously won’t be smart enough to notice they are being hired by criminals...people who bend all the rules to the point where they are corrupt.

Activists, can spot criminal acts and this is what corrupt employers hate in potential new hirers, and therefore won’t hire...so we have learned over the last ten years.

Doesn’t matter what our skills are otherwise. Well it would if the employer weren’t a criminal obviously, but he/she is and the ratio of honest Americans vs criminals is obviously very low amongst those in finance, real estate, the mortgage business and law.

Yep welcome to the world we live in today; welcome to Larry and my continued experiences with that which proves everything I have written about over the years to be completely true.

I don’t have a million readers on my blog, from all over the world; even Russia, for nothing. But apparently telling the truth is politically incorrect.

Yes?

I am very open about the horrific crimes committed against Larry and myself; it’s on purpose to not only help ourselves,but
potential victims of the kind of crimes and corruption we’ve seen and experienced, and by whom?

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Would the public rather find out for themselves who’s committing the crimes and how they are doing so?

Honest people are thanking me; dishonest people, obviously like Buz Muse cancel contracts with Larry and myself for no reason two days after all legal and job description documents were signed along with an LLC created where Larry and I would receive our excellent salary considering Buz was offering a home for us to live in with all utilities paid except cable TV.

The attorney involved in creating these documents was Kevin Jacobs, Buz’s counsel. Kevin was kind enough to explain everything we were signing in detail, since Larry and I didn’t have counsel. And as read, we didn’t need one.

The contract was very fair except for one clause. “Fire at will” but then again we could quit at will too, but would have to give a thirty day notice.

A bit out of balance, but hey Larry and I knew there’d be little reason to fire us, as we’d been courted by Buz for three months and he knew who we were and many of the plans Larry and I had for Monkey Island.

He was very happy with us.

It was last December 2017 Larry answered a Craigslist ad in Oklahoma for couple managers of Monkey Island RV Resort.

Juliet Hutton, Buz’s apparent secretary, answered Larry’s cover letter claiming Larry and I are very impressive in our skills and talent, but she and Buz feel we’re over qualified to manage an upscale RV Park. She stated further that they would instead keep our resumes on file for other projects down the road.

Larry wrote back claiming we weren’t over qualified, and because of our work ethic we aren’t over qualified for anything. We want the employment as offered.

So for almost three months Buz and Juliet courted and interviewed us over the phone, Kevin Jacobs Esq. prepared legal documents, and a year long contract, for all parties to sign; created an LLC for Larry and myself.

All that was finally left to do was sign.

Of course Larry and I continued to send our resumes out to employers 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 Innkeepers and property managers.

Concentrating on our best skill sets.

We sure weren’t going to hang our hat on just one opportunity. At the same time we continued to work at call centers to keep us afloat until we were gainfully employed, while seeking an investor for our rebuilding of our fashion/furniture business as well.

Our thoughts were we’ll take the employment that works out best for us.

Meanwhile Larry and I continued to struggle financially no matter what we did. We needed full time employment...now.

It got so bad Larry and I spent three whole nights in a row, sleeping on the benches at the Vegas airport at night; working all day long.

Yet Buz and Juliet continued to drag their feet in 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 us. One email claimed we’d be hired the end of January or the beginning of February; during the next interview we’d be informed that employment would start the end of February or the beginning of March.

We continued to work, wait and send out resumes, while keeping a list of all the ideas we’d come up with for improving Monkey Island at Buz’s request.

Finally Juliet sent us a check from Buz for $1,200.00 to rent our moving truck and go to Oklahoma as managers of Monkey Island RV Resort. Larry and I arrived in Oklahoma March 1, 2018 with barely $100.00 to our name.

However Juliet had made reservations, and paid for a night for us, at The Renaissance Hotel and Buz had invited us for dinner, along with Juliet, Kevin, Tony the RV video camera guy, and himself, at his favorite restaurant; Juniors, in Oklahoma City.

Larry and I were so excited; finally we were going to have a life with added opportunities to re- create our business on the side, starting small.

Juliet and Kevin showed up at the hotel to escort Larry and myself to dinner. This was the first time we learned that Kevin, the attorney, and Juliet were husband and wife?

I wondered why this fact had remained some sort of secret? It would be considered a conflict of interest!

After most invited guests showed up and were seated, Buz finally arrived, a slight thin man, sporting a short cropped beard and coifed hair du.

Nice enough and very polite; shaking all hands and talking as if his tongue had been removed. And truthfully we’d heard it was gone from Cancer.

Additionally, Buz was high on something; perhaps pharmaceuticals from his recent surgery, Juliet said later, as support of his behavior, which grew much worse during dinner with his lude mouth, in swearing and using God’s name in vain. Not,to say we all didn’t experience a wonderful time, laughing and sharing, because we did.

Kevin was most interested in my story about Justice Anthony M. Kennedy and Ronald Reagan. Juliet wanted to know all about both Larry and my designing and the financial crimes. She wanted to know all about the financial crimes that destroyed our business, and thrilled about the men’s shirts I’d be launching soon as a smaller version of Larry and my past business, which we’d slowly be rebuilding to cover fashion and furniture as we once did in time. I reiterated that for now Monkey Island comes first.

By the time Larry and I stood up to leave the table and start back to the hotel, feeling happy and grateful for our new opportunity and wonderful new business friends, Buz was disgustingly drunk, and digging into his mouth with a napkin constantly, as Juliet made still more excuses for him.

“It’s the surgery Buz has had for Cancer that causes him to get drunk after just two white wines” said Juliet. And part of me believed this. I merely wondered why Buz didn’t have a handle on his new limitations? I saw him drink two huge glasses of white wine, a full glass of Brandy and an ice cream drink full of alcohol. Then I decided his surgery was a recent occurrence so perhaps he’s still being caught off guard...needs time to adjust.

The next day, as Juliet wrote in an email the day before, we were to be escorted to Monkey Island to move into our new home. First, as planned at dinner the evening before, Larry and I would be meeting Buz and Kevin in Buz’s real estate office to sign all the legal documents for our employment and the LLC docs.

Once this was done, Kevin left, leaving all of us copies of our documents; he took the originals to keep in his office.

Buz then started counseling Larry and myself on our employment, as if we were children? Basically his whole personality changed from trusting us as viable talented managers to flunkies. And it appeared he was trying to suddenly scare us with job descriptions we had never heard about? Nor had they been mentioned in the contract we just signed. We knew in time we would possibly be managing three properties, but Buz was suggesting this start today with a one week trip to another RV Park, Big Chief, in Ponca City, Oklahoma and then we were to move on to Coffeyville, Ks for a week.

Both RV parks designed to accommodate the Ｏｉl workers.

And there would be no escorts.

In fact Buz was acting like he had no clue that we were driving a sixteen foot moving truck, though he had signed a $1,200 check to Larry to pay for it. He said, “Oh so you have a moving truck? I’ll call Fred at Big Chief and ask if there’s somewhere there to unload it?”

I say, “Wait, we can’t do that. Larry can’t keep packing and unloading that truck, while we have nothing else to drive but the truck. And we need to return the truck or pay more for it. We can’t afford to do that right now. We were under the understanding that we were moving into thev Monkey Island home today? Now you’re suggesting we go elsewhere for two weeks, which means we’ll have to keep the truck.”

Buz says, “You mean you don’t have a car?” Larry says, “No we drove that truck here; I was going to purchase a car in Grand Lake; I already have it picked out; it will be our first purchase using our LLC. But, if we’re going to these two other RV parks, we’ll have to wait to purchase a car, because we have nowhere to store our belongings but the truck. We thought we’d be able to unload the truck today?”

Buz comes back with, “Well the home is being lived in right now on Monkey Island, by Tony my video guy, and he doesn’t leave until Tuesday.”

I’m thinking, “What is going on here? We were supposed to be escorted up to Monkey Island today and you knew we were on our way to Oklahoma and knew when we were arriving? You never mentioned the house wouldn’t be ready for us, in fact quite the contrary. And you knew we were driving a moving truck, you paid for it!”

This scenario about what to do with us; our truck, and belongings goes on for an hour. Juliet is in the office but seems to be shut up in her own room at her desk?

She is obviously staying away from the whole situation?

Finally it’s agreed that Larry and I will go to Ponca City until Tuesday; keep our truck, keeping it packed; stay at Big Chief RV Park, in one of their cabins; meet Fred Wigley, the current owner, and plan our move into the home at Monkey Island Tuesday.

Juliet suddenly comes out of her den of protection to drive Larry and I back to our truck, acting all shocked about the new turn of events. She says, “Don’t worry, I’ll get Buz to reimburse you for the cost of keeping your truck longer.”

Yes, this being one of our main concerns since we were running out of money. The good news was we’d be paid every week, so not too long before we’d receive $1,000; our first paycheck.

So Larry and I drive to meet Fred at The Big Chief RV Park. We spend three days sharing, laughing, going out to breakfast once, and visiting a couple museums. One of Fred’s office managers, Diana spends some time teaching Larry and I how to check guests in, while saying it’s not the same at Monkey Island anyway?

Sunday we drive up towards Coffeyville,Ks to meet the manager, Bret of the other Big Chief RV Park there, which Fred owns. Nice man; it turns out, we even share some things in common...like Sacramento, California and skiing.

On Monday we meet Val, the head honcho office manager at Big Chief in Ponca City, and she wants nothing to do with showing Larry and I how to do anything. Instead she sends us off to check cabins for a whole list of issues.

With this Larry and I find lists and lists of issues, including recommending cleaning products that can help clean certain areas of the cabins.

Val visibly isn’t interested in our input. Her attitude and words are, “Hey these customers we have don’t care about clean and they aren’t important enough to go out of our way for any reason.”

The common thread through Fred, Diana, Val and Bret is one question. “What makes you and Larry qualified to manage RV Parks?”

We’d answer, and most always get a positive response.

On Monday AM I write Juliet to address a rumor about my favorite designer Gaultier. That evening I write her again about making sure the deposit Buz’s office made for essentials at The Renaissance Hotel should come back to them in full, as Larry and I didn’t use it.

Juliet never responds to either email, with her now familiar;

“Brilliant” or “Till Soon”

In fact neither Larry nor I have heard from Buz, Juliet or Kevin.


Things are feeling weird, and exciting at the same time. The weirdness is bothering me a bit...


Larry and I nevertheless pack up and load the truck with the few suitcases we’d been using.


We are deciding whether to pawn Larry’s iPad or ask Buz for an advance on our salary coming Friday?

We decide on going to the pawn shop.


On our way out of Fred’s property we stop to say “goodbye “ to Fred and ask about where the best pawn shop might be?

With the answer Larry and I are off to Monkey Island stopping at the pawn shop for gas money.

Meanwhile Fred calls and asks that we return to see him after we pawn Larry’s iPad.


Larry and I of course are wondering what in the world he could possibly want?


All Larry was able to get for the iPad as a pawn was $100.00; not great but enough for gas to get to Monkey Island and eat a little until Friday.

On our way back to Fred’s we stop at the gas station; as Larry fills the tank the phone rings, I can see that it’s Kevin Jacobs and answer. His usual fun living spirit filled by coldness at the moment. He wants to talk with both Larry and myself and recommends that he call us back, in five minutes,once Larry gets back into the truck.

The wind is blowing fiercely so it’s a bit before Larry makes it back into the truck as he wrangles with the door to sit down.

Just then Larry’s phone rings. It’s Kevin with, “You guys aren’t going to like this that I have to pass onto you, but Buz wants to cancel your contract effective today. He’s willing to give you $1,200.00 if you sign the cancelation agreement.

“What? Why?”

Larry is speechless
Kevin responds, “Well Buz has been reading your blog over the last few days and seen your fundRazr; he doesn’t want such an influence on Monkey Island!”

“Really? So we’re seen as criminals rather than people who have been financially destroyed by unaddressed by proper authorities financial crimes? And you’re alluding to our hiding these facts from you and Buz? How so? I’m all over the Internet; there’s no way I can or would hide this. All one has to do is “Google” my name. So Juliet didn’t do her due diligence over the last three months? This is difficult to believe. Everyone looks people up on Facebook these days.”

“You are sending us into the streets. And for what reason?”

“You are canceling our contract because we have been struck by financial crime the authorities don’t investigate? While at the same time we possess all the qualifications Buz needs for Monkey Island.”

This is sick!

And all this could possibly mean is Buz and his entourage are obviously criminals. What’s more we now see, Buz owns another business, a legal business calling himself LW Muse Lawyer?

Under this fact Larry and I shouldn’t have applied, but most employment opportunities as we apply don’t reveal to whom we are replying? Then again, we have very few choices when it comes to employment, as often times we don’t have the funds to sustain us; we need employment yesterday; sort out the details later.

Meanwhile, we return to Big Chief RV park and Fred, who’s now as cold as ice to us. He hands Larry $1,500.00 and coldly sends us on our way. But before Larry and I walk away I say, “ And you’re merging with Buz in business? Watch out!”

Larry and I are once again without employment...”Till Soon”.



“Brilliant”!



Heiress Lives In A Tent

By; Deborah Breuner Davis




Buz Muse Renaissance Real Estate Group, LLC 11032 Quail Creek Road, Suite 109 Oklahoma City, OK 73120 Phone: (405) 946-3000

Lw Muse, Attorney
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