What’s Next For Buz Muse & His Entourage

Hello Buz, Kevin and Juliet,


Thought you’d appreciate an update on our lives, since the evil action you have taken against us.

Letting you know what you have accomplished.

We all know you’re well aware of Larry and my situation over the last eighteen years, which I have never hidden; if I were I certainly wouldn’t be exposing the atrocities all over the Internet, my blog, FB, Twitter and now Instagram.

Larry and I still can’t figure out what your “gig” is? There isn’t a decent “God Loving Soul” in the world who would kick people when they’re down and out, and this is just one atrocity, but when they’re finally gaining an upward position, it’s truly sick! Then who would hold being struck by financial crime, causing the need to turn to fundraising to survive, reason to cancel a contract?

What did someone from my past contact you people, offering money , to murder us? Or are you all so dishonest you were afraid we’d see your dishonesty through working for you Buz?

Perhaps as you said Kevin, “Buz doesn’t want your influence on his business.” Interesting response to what very likely would have been a great marketing tool for Monkey Island. It’s not everyday two people with backgrounds such as ours comes along, with the talents and experience we have, but straight out of homelessness!

What a media release for you Buz. And you’d come off in Oklahoma, probably the whole country, and Europe too, as a hero; your Monkey Island Resort and Big Chief RV Parks would suddenly be the only RV places to go to.

The public loves human interest stories, stories that warm their hearts bring tears to their eyes. Just one marketing idea for you Buz.

And my exposing corruption in your business dealings with us will be a better promotion for Monkey Island and the other RV Parks?

By the way you still have an opportunity to change the course of this situation ...do the right thing!

This isn’t a legal issue, because we all know the law, courts, authorities and most attorneys are corrupt. This is a moral issue for which God is judging you.

And Buz, in your condition you need to be thinking about this now.

And Kevin, Mr. President Of Oklahoma Christian University, was it?

Difficult to believe and God actually gave you a second chance in life after your accident?

I wonder why? Probably to see if you could finally become a good person? Just a guess.

God will forgive you, and so will we, if you repent.

We are in a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere; we have no car; all our belongings are now gone. We have $200.00 to our name. Just like it takes money to make money, it takes the same to retain employment. And employment can take months and months to retain under the best of circumstances, but especially with all the challenges we have, now more than ever!

As you know from reading my blog, the churches, charities and authorities do nothing for the victims of horrendous financial crime. The financial and real estate crimes that took our lives away took every dime we had therefore putting us in the position where we didn’t have the resources to retain employment, or re-educate ourselves, and we have lived in motels, or a tent since 2009, applying for employment existing on small donations sometimes. We have no family as you know, which makes what you have done even more outrageous!

This is why we were so grateful for the position you offered us Buz. The position offered you talent in so many areas that would put your upscale RV Resort on the map all over the country. We have this kind of expertise, while we would have finally gotten on our feet, and been able to add still more income for ourselves with a number of side businesses you could have even benefited from financially.

As I mentioned to you Buz, a number of weeks ago now, Larry and I had a list a mile long of ideas for Money Island that would bring in lots of revenue for you and us both. Funny you never even asked what our ideas were?

Now why would this be?

But that’s in the past now.

Today, if we don’t get a miracle we will die in the streets; the blood will be on yours, Kevin’s and Juliet’s hands.

Again this is not a legal issue; it’s a moral one, and one, should you believe in God at all, you are being judged for.

We don’t want your employment back, but we could use a little financial help so we can retain employment elsewhere.

And whatever you do, I will write about it. And in fact this letter I’ve written you here is next on my blog.

Thereafter I might be posting some good you’ve done? It’s all up to you.

May God Bless you all...

Best,
Deborah B. Davis


By; Deborah Breuner Davis

Heiress Lives In A Tent

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
16601 Little Leaf Lane
Edmond, OK 73012

Senator Ted Gaines; 1st Senate District Of California

As a homeless, penniless American with no supportive family, no roof over my head or employment, for all intents and purposes because the commission sales positions my business partner/husband, Larry and I both hold, has yet to render a check, so what’s Thanksgiving?


Well it's exactly like it's been for the last ten years; it's a quarter in our pockets, living in the streets; waiting for a check.


By the way, commission work is just about the only employment, people our age, in our situation, can get; this or an investor.

We don’t have the funds to even take a bus to a shelter for Thanksgiving Dinner, but hell Sentaor Ted Gaines, of Northern California is busy passing out turkeys for Operation Gobble to non-profits?

The truth is homelessness and poverty can be ended almost immediately, but our leaders don't want this. You'd have to be experiencing this lifestyle to totally understand why I know for a fact that this is true.

Just so you know, as an experienced homeless, penniless person, non-profits are not passing your donations out to anyone but themselves. The churches are doing the same, and it's impossible to get employed when you have no money or a roof over your head, and it's even more impossible to get a roof without employment...it's a recipe for death in the streets and exactly why there are so many homeless in this country.

Many of the homeless and penniless are educated people who had horrific financial crimes committed against them by the powerful, while the authorities, especially the FBI, ignore these crimes on purpose. The rest are veterans, whose own government used them to fight for our freedoms, then pushed them into the streets with outrageous physical limitations, to die there.

Having good family can be the remedy, but if your own family is the enemy, like Larry and mine are, and want you dead then I guess one is pretty much doomed, but by the grace of God.

Senator Ted Gaines is my nephew from my mother’s side of the family; Ted is not a Breuner, contrary to what you have been told…Mr. and Mrs. Constituent.

His grandfather’s name was/is Marshall Fisher.

Why would Senator Ted Gaines’ aunt be homeless and penniless? Well because of serious unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crime; much of it committed by my own family, trustees and the rest by a number of national financial institutions the public does business with everyday, but rarely gets in the news.

And for good reason; they are bigger criminals than the Wells Fargo's and Bank America's.

Well there are few people in this world more grateful to have been raised as my father’s stepdaughters than my sisters Winifred “Winnie” F. Gaines, (Ted Gaines mother) or Jennifer “Jennie” F Langan. I used to believe this was love, respect and affection; after my life experiences however, I know it was and is nothing more than pure greed.

My two oldest sisters, whom I once considered as such, though much older half sisters, and deserving as only this, or less, after what they did to me as their 21 year old little sister, helped in the embezzlement of all my money, throwing me in the streets at fifty years old.

I’m now 68…

Justice Anthony“Tony” M. Kennedy was my attorney as well as that of my sisters when my parents died and with his guidance the ball started rolling towards my demise, by giving me advice that would destroy me; he knew it, and did it on purpose, because he obviously knew what I didn’t at that age. The authorities do not investigate or prosecute these horrific federal crimes, committed by someone like Tony Kennedy and powerful financial institutions.

They were all in on it, while gathering my now ex- husband and daughters to partake as well.

This is the reason Senator Ted Gaines refuses to do what any good family member would do, with ties more closely connected to government than mine.

That would be assist me, with his connections.

Or here's an idea from a pure stranger to another God loving human being needing assistance in getting out of living in the streets;

https://www.yahoo.com/gma/homeless-veteran-received-over-360k-now-wants-pay-234806855--abc-news-lifestyle.html.

Victims cannot run their own campaigns because they don't have the where-with-all to manage them; we know, we've tried.

I was good enough to be called Aunt Debbie, allowed to entertain Ted in my home, water and snow ski together, and for years upon years this took place.

We were friends…I thought!

Today, I believe Ted Gaines is trying to cover up what his mother and father, Robert “Bob” F. Gaines did to me when my parents died. Again, I was twenty-one years old.


Fortunately I had my funds in my own name until my last daughter went off to college, soon after this I was suddenly fighting for my life beneath the sea from an attempted murder plot. Though I survived, the next attempts took place with more horrific financial crimes resulting in my becoming homeless and penniless, when I was worth many millions of dollars, with a flourishing fashion/furniture business.

The goal obviously was to kill me off… one way or another, so I couldn’t do what I do today…expose!

This was and is a RICO plot, in which my family is involved along with a number of financial elite and Justice Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy.

Interestingly it is by step family that this federal crime got its lead.

Senator Ted Gaines is obviously involved as well, although I would never have thought such until he, along with the known embezzlers in my family, exiled me from their lives…in about 2000.

This is the action the guilty take; they are usually the psychopaths too, so they’ll be blaming the victim, which is probably what Senator Ted Gaines shares with constituents who ask about the many posts I leave on Twitter @TedGaines.

Let me just guess what Senator Ted Gaines shares with the curious on his aunt’s revealing posts, mostly @TedGaines, “Oh my Aunt Debbie? Well she’s mentally ill like my grandmother was; never mind what she says, poor thing.” Or another piece of bull; "The family doesn't speak to her because Larry is after her money."

Don't we love it after what my own family has done to me?

And, by the way, my mother was not mentally ill, she was victimized financially as I have been by jealous, greedy family, and Larry has been by my side for twenty years, as we live in poverty, navigating through a nightmare, finding our way out alone.

I’d like to make my next article about my beautiful mother, whose talent, creativity, beauty, love, integrity, character and generosity knitted a life most loving family would emulate rather than destroy out of their jealousy and greed. I need to write still another article about Larry and his fine character; a character few in my family have ever seen, other than in my mother.

I chose to try and emulate all my mother’s gifts and look what my jealous, greedy family did to me. Yes, nothing like family who eat their own with a matriarch as beautiful and talented as my mother, Winifred Kaseberg Breuner.

My mother was an entrepreneur, many times over, but she had great wealth and chose to use all her inventions, talents and skills to shower her family with such as she single handedly managed an 80 thousand acre sheep ranch, the Diamond K Ranch in Roseville, California, amidst her other responsibilities.

I hear Ted Gaines claim,to the public, he's an entrepreneur by taking over his father's insurance company? First of all insurance is a very large scam, as we all know, and an interesting choice of careers Bob Gaines, (Ted's father) chose, coming from a background where his father spent years in prison for, I believe embezzlement? Not sure on the crime after all these years.

So Ted Gaines has a paternal grandfather who was a criminal, and who cares except for the fact that Ted embraces these genes rather than uses them to better himself; plus did you, the constituents, know this? You should have full disclosure from your leaders, don't you think?

I've actually created a business on my own from scratch, and it was destroyed by family, because of the family curse; it's a jealousy curse mixed with greed. No one in my family has ever created their own business or used their finally tuned God given talents, other than my mother, and myself, instead they choose to destroy those who have and do.

I love and respect history and know, we the heirs inherit much more than money; we inherit the gifts of our ancestry. I believe we owe it to those family members, who lived before us, and God to find those talents in ourselves.

I raised my daughters to seek out their God given talents; for awhile they did, then they took on the family curse of jealousy and greed.

How dare Senator Ted Gaines have family photos taken with my mother's, (his grandmother's) beautiful Victorian ranch house in the background; he doesn't deserve this privilege; he hasn't an ounce of her, style, talent, creativity, honesty, beauty, integrity or most of all character.

But then again, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree; Ted's jealous, greedy mother, Winnie spent her whole life criticizing and blaming our mother for everything that was wrong in her life, and posing as a 'Woman of The Cloth" until she died at 86 years old, while lavishing in all my mother gave her, from her time, attention, involvement and love, while generously sharing her great wealth; so why wouldn't Ted see my mother, his grandmother, exactly as his mother did? Well if he had a brain he'd realize his mother's problem, but he doesn't; he's a user as she was.

He's a politician too... the career for the lazy, blaming, lying and criminal...need I say more?

We really, as the American people, need to choose our leaders with character...but we don't! Why? We vote for leaders who are less than we are.

All things considered, Ted Gaines is a poser, and the public should know exactly who he is. Ted poses at church, as a Christian, and claims God and Country to the public, and behind the scenes he has an aunt dying slowly in the streets, because of federal crimes committed against her by family and financial elite, and Ted is doing nothing to help her. Oh but he's passing turkeys out to the non-profits for the homeless and penniless?

Hello Ted, and by the way, a turkey or two, twice a year for these suffering souls is not the answer to homelessness and pennilessness; stopping the financial elite from stealing money, homes and assets from the public might be one way to eradicate the problem. Aw, hadn't thought of this have you Ted? None of your colleagues have either? You're too busy handling it all as a cover-up to the real problem. Now why would that be? Perhaps I can write an article about what would help sometime, once I manage to get back on my feet.

Senator Ted Gaines' motto is, "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance; baffle them with bullshit." And of course Ted's not alone in the political world; he's one of the worst.

"Entrepreneur; Someone Who Jumps Off A Cliff And Builds A Plane On The Way Down"

This is not Senator Ted Gaines It more honestly stands for someone, such as my business partner/husband Larry and myself, after creating a flourishing business from scratch; losing it by unaddressed by the proper authorities financial crimes, attacked and abandoned by family and yet somehow have survived it all, for twenty years, to build a new life. This is the character of entrepreneurship.

And we are on our way!

Last but not least, it takes strength,grit,tenacity and the true entrepreneurship to weather what Larry, The Bu and I have weathered; it takes a true coward, who gets their power to pose, by destroying another's life.

Happy Holidays…

By:Deborah Breuner-Davis
Heiress Lives In A Tent

POLITICALLY INCORRECT...

Lets talk about Politically Incorrect based on a term the Liberal Liberal’s coined, it’s the Liberal Liberals who came up with this outrageous term, as far as I know, all based on their weakness towards plain old common sense, hard work and the truth.

Oh and please allow me to clear up how I see the United States of America’s system; there are eleven political parties in my mind, including the Democrats & Republicans.

Sometimes you can be a Liberal Democrat, a Liberal Republican or a Liberal; you can be a straight out Democrat or Republican or how about a Democrat Conservative or Republican Conservative? Perhaps a Liberal who claims to be a Republican? Anyone ever ask why is this? Are these Liberals smart enough to know better or do they, like a psychopath, choose to mislead people?

Then there are the Libertarians and Independents?

What’s their story?

They just refuse to choose, I’d guess?

Or…Dum Da Dum Dum… you can be a flat out Liberal, Liberal idiot!

It is the Liberal Liberal idiot who runs our country today. In fact they create all the government agencies on paper, which in my mind and from experience, don’t exist…except perhaps on paper.

Perhaps besides being criminals the Liberal Liberals are just too lazy to create agencies for anything more than in word and on paper, if they get around to typing the document...it's just such hard work!

The rest of us pay taxes to keep these Liberal Liberal agencies running, on paper, agencies that do absolutely nothing!

Why? Well this would be because our country is managed by Liberal Liberals. It’s the dishonest Liberal Liberals who come up with these mock agencies to justify a multitude of things, but in particular, justifying our paying taxes for services we never receive…such as investigations into horrific financial, real estate and CPS crimes committed by the professionals and leaders who are Liberal Liberals.

Then these Liberal Liberals line their pockets with our money.

It is the Liberal Liberal FBI whose job it is to investigate all these FEDERAL CRIMES committed by their Liberal Liberal cronies.

It is the Liberal Liberal mindset that calls the victim criminals, and the criminal…heroes.

Telling the truth is Politically Incorrect and so is God… as far as a Liberal Liberal is concerned.

Liberal Liberals are the same people encouraging you to give hundreds and thousands of dollars to churches and charities who absolutely keep these funds for themselves, more Liberal Liberals; while rarely helping anyone in real need…except the poor in other countries, whose government keeps the funds, or those who come to the USA offering nothing but a Liberal Liberal vote, at the next election, while the Liberal Liberal US Government pays for them to survive on American soil.

All other Americans are excluded!

So Liberal Liberals, the quote lovers have never heard, “Charity starts at home”?

The Liberal Liberals I’m talking about here, are dishonest and lazy; use words to convince you they are forthright, with your best interest in mind, while their actions immediately show you they are total lazy criminals. No matter what profession they are in, and most of the time they’re bankers, attorneys, doctors, insurance brokers, government, authorities, politicians, media, clergy, heads of charities, and leaders, they do not do their jobs.

The Liberal Liberals are the heads of all these organizations who claim they will help you on your Federal Crime issues, for small donations, in Civil Courts; crimes that need to be handled by the FBI...

Ask yourselves why these organizations aren't telling you that your federal crimes need to be submitted and investigated to and by the FBI?

I'll tell you why? It's because no matter whether you are helped or not, these Liberal Liberal organizations make huge amounts of money off their damaged by the corrupt courts victims...you!

This ladies and gentlemen is what’s wrong with the USA. A people can only survive so long on, “I’ll call you in a couple of hours” attitude; a statement Liberal Liberal’s make all the time and never follow through.

It’s the mantra Liberal Liberals live by.

In fact if you happen to be a straight out something other than a Liberal Liberal, with values in life such as tenacity and a strong work ethic, a Liberal Liberal will call you Bi Polar, Manic Depressive or Mentally Ill.

Often times the Liberal Liberal, who label people as such, are those therapists hired to put a bandaid on the soul of a horrifically betrayed American, now living in the streets, because of federal crimes committed by Liberal Liberals and then ignored by the Liberal Liberal authorities.

If you have become a victim to Liberal Liberal crime committed against you, you’ll be accused, by the lazy Liberal Liberals, for bringing on the crimes committed against you by your own little self; they’ll accuse you of not paying attention and recommend that you watch the film, The Secret.

Yes, the Liberal Liberal will instruct you to think positively; if you don’t you’ll get what you deserve…crimes committed against you!

Yep, blame the victims.

And I’d guess it was a Liberal Liberal who came up with this philosophy?

In fact a Liberal Liberal will come across a bleeding victim in the streets, on their last breath, and say, “ Stay here, I’ll go for help” and then never come back after stepping on the victim’s face, with spiked golf shoes, as they abruptly scurry off.

Later you’ll find the Liberal Liberal embarking on their timely meal.

Yep, do not, I say…do not disrupt a Liberal Liberal’s schedule by laying in the streets on your death bed.

Welcome to “I’ll call you in a couple of hours” America; land of the Liberal Liberal lazy criminals.

Or, “You need to stop being bitter” instead be positive and get on with your life…

Spoken by a true Liberal Liberal after they embezzled, stole and destroyed your life, as the Liberal Liberal authorities ignore the crimes for twenty years.

Then the Liberal Liberal spouts, “Go get a job”, when even they can’t be so stupid as to believe a person, ravished by unaddressed by the proper authorities financial and real estate crimes, thereby thrown into the streets with merely the clothes on their backs, destroyed credit and fifty years old, with no money to live on until they get a paycheck, could find work. They can’t get a job but by the abusive models if at all; not even with a college education. They don’t have the funds to get into sales commission positions nor will anyone in the financial world fund an idea they might have… it’s the bad credit you know.

Employers don’t hire the smelly, old or once business owners; now with bad credit scores as a result of being victimized by financial crimes… it’s Politically Incorrect!


By: Deborah Breuner-Davis
Heiress Lives In A Tent

More Wolves In Sheep's Clothing

About Us

Welcome!


Living Streams is a fellowship of people who love Jesus and want to be like him. We are committed to following his words when he said, “my mother and brothers are those who hear God's word and put it into practice.” - Luke 8:21



Dear Pastor Buckley,


Sorry to bother you; I’m compelled to share, not sure you care however; perhaps you're not aware? If you are, shame on you! My business partner/ husband Larry and I were invited to come over to your church for help this morning, help we were told would only be possible if we came over, sat down with a pastor and explained our circumstances.

Instead we wasted gas to drive over there and talk to Pastor Faith Cummings; within less than three minutes we were quite aware your church helps no one through the eyes, actions, and attitude of this evil woman.

Perhaps you should have your staff tell people, like us, this when we call desperate for help.

It's evident by the recent experience my Larry and I had with your church, Living Streams that the earthly ills are not of concern; interesting considering what profession you have chosen on this earth...yes, you have chosen, because God sure didn't choose this career for you, unless of course you aren't aware of what your people are doing?

Your church staff aren't worthy; my mother, if alive, would call them "Wolves in Sheep's Clothing." Today I might reverse this old fashion saying to, "Sheep in Wolf's Clothing."

Think about it...

The goal, apparently is to line your own pockets; it's the reason your website is full of, "Donate"; it's not to allow your congregation to better donate to help the suffering, but to help you and your staff flourish financially as the suffering victims of the world continue to suffer.

Let me share something with you...God doesn't like this, and one day I trust you'll see just how much God doesn't like this...in Hell.

I'm not a neophyte to homelessness and pennilessness; have been since 2007, both my Larry and myself have been, because of horrendous financial and real estate crime committed against me first by professionals, bankers, money managers, attorneys, trustees and family, which started upon my parent's death when I was 21 years old, by my personal attorney Justice Anthony M Kennedy, also my second removed brother-in-law and a SCOTUS member today.

Eventually the crime destroyed larry and my flourishing fashion/furniture business so his livelihood gone too.

http://bespokebydeborah.blogspot.com/


I was able to raise my three children with my 80M$s and get them through college and their weddings, with my funds, but after this I was thrown into the streets at fifty years old, with nothing but the clothes on my back, after a failed attempt on my life, by my then husband, now ex. Why...my support system had been embezzling my money and laundering it over twenty-four years while the financial institutions and money managers adjusted monthly, quarterly and yearly bank statements full of lies to keep me from realizing the ongoing crime.

http://deborahbreuner.blogspot.com/2017/06/claim-against-fbi-for-our-government.html


The financial crime, and more crimes that followed, to silence me, are shocking; more so that the authorities do nothing, on purpose, to investigate or prosecute these horrific crimes in this country, while the media refuses to expose any of these facts. Hence the victims, such as myself, are often not believed, and this is the reason crime in this country is rampant...the criminals know the authorities do nothing...hard working, God loving citizens have no clue until it happens to them, and then are shocked further to learn the churches, charities and social services refuse to help anyone, when the right kind of help at the right time could save lives.

You cannot fool us, we have been homeless too long to believe your outrageous list of resources, available in your church offices, for the homeless and penniless; they help no one!

These resources are criminal enterprises, just like the financial institutions, authorities, attorneys, courts, media, most churches and agencies claiming to help, when in fact their help consists of sending victims to another agency who sends them to another and so on...

A ten dollar gas card, or a bag of free food, is appreciated, but prolongs the suffering when a motel room secured for a couple of weeks could help a victim rebuild their lives and a lot less costly in the long run, by helping to get victims back on their feet...quickly.

One cannot retain employment while living in their car or on the streets...most victims to homelessness, created by the authorities not doing their jobs, don't have the $12.00 it costs at a truck stop to pay for a shower.

You notice I don't claim the original crimes as our problem...no, it's the authorities, professional legal world, churches and charities not lending a hand, when needed, who are the worst criminals today.

Since 2007, my Larry alone, and the two of us together, have collectively had many employment positions, we lost them because we didn't have the funds to sustain us, with a roof over our heads, until a paycheck came in. One of our last positions was lost in Denver, back in June 2017, because it's against the law to sleep in one's car, so Larry's employer basically let him go. We had an Episcopal Pastor, Charles Lafond committing to keeping us in a cheap motel room until Larry received his first paycheck, but then after a few days he decided he was done helping and instead allowed us to be kicked out of our motel into the streets without a cent to our name.

The last employment we took on together, as a couple, was so horrific, I can actually claim we were being kept as slaves...another issue in the world of homelessness and pennilessness. Some of these employers see us coming and know we'll work for nothing we're so desperate.

I have made it my mission in life to actually do God's work, and part of this would be exposing truths, and doing something to fix the untruths. Too many people, not yet victims to horrific life altering financial and real estate crime, still believe their donations are actually doing good for those in need.

Because of what happened today, in your so-called "House of God" I'm exposing another truth...your church is full of more criminals..."Wolves in Sheep's Clothing".

Your church needs to be exposed...

My Larry and I have now again, for the umpteenth time, over the last ten years, found great employment; we are within a week or two of receiving a good sized paycheck for work well done, but tomorrow we are instead going back into the streets because no one, who has the full capability to help, will...such as churches or charities. We are not young enough to survive the horrific heat of our car...I'm close to 70 years old, Larry is a bit younger, but showing the signs of our painful life worse than I am.

We have exhausted social media friends and acquaintances, people who themselves are suffering and small intimate churches in the middle of nowhere with only a dozen people in their congregation, yet have found a way, in the past, to help with what they can. We have no family; Your Pastor Faith Cummings of course, didn't listen long enough to learn one thing about us.

Your church, the staff and the walls within come off as evil...

Just saying…

I will, however, pray for you and your staff, because God knows you need it! God Bless you.

Thank you for your time.

Best Regards,
Deborah Breuner Davis

GOD’S ON OUR SIDE, SWEETIE! BUT THE DEVIL HAS CONTROL!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY

Make crime pay. Become a Lawyer.

Will Rogers


In March, 2006, Larry and I find Richard K. Rufner Esq. in Denver, Colorado, who’s a malpractice attorney and has been on the Colorado Ethics Committee, which is comforting. He’s also a graduate of Annapolis in Maryland and been a fighter pilot. “This might help,” I think to myself. “I mean a cadet will be thrown out of Annapolis if they show even a breath of dishonesty.” I have first hand experience and knowledge about this after attending a dance at Annapolis when I was a mere thirteen years old.

As we arrive in his office, overseeing the Colorado mountains, we see he’s a large, unassuming man with bright eyes and very professional. He wanted to meet Larry and me in person, suggesting that we bring my documents...not send them to his office. Mr. Rufner practically stands on his desk, in shock, over what Ken has done. He agrees to help me, saying that Mr. Catanzarite has committed almost every ethical violation an attorney could possibly commit…and broken many federal laws. Besides this, we learn there were no statute issues concerning the Sun Valley property, therefore no reason for me to sign Catanzarite’s contract in less than eight hours. We had actually already figured this out and now we’ve found someone who will hold Catanzarite responsible. Mr. Rufner wonders why Ken Catanzarite hasn’t lost his license yet.

Now Rufner says, “This contract is unconscionable and against the law.” Then he turns towards his computer and types in the California State Bar, looking for any previous charges against Catanzarite. He turns back towards Larry and me saying, “I can’t believe it. Catanzarite has never been charged in the past. Well he will be this time! In fact, as soon as the KeyBank case is over or Catanzarite withdraws, I’m filling a malpractice suit against him and turning him into the CalBar.” Mr. Rufner advises that, no matter what happens, I must not fire Ken and if I’m not happy with the settlement Ken is pushing me into with KeyBank, just say, “No.”

Ah…Larry and I have finally found an honest attorney with a brain.

In April, 2006, Larry and I must go to Idaho for mediation with KeyBank. Ken says, “It’s mandatory,” yet he has not submitted one piece of discovery to the court and hasn’t done any depositions. And Judge Winmill, the Idaho Federal Judge, hasn’t ruled yet on KeyBank’s unlawful foreclosure. Even with my lack of knowledge, about the law, I know it’s ridiculous to try and settle without a judge’s order, but Larry and I know we must go…it’s the law.

Between the day we hear about the mediation with KeyBank and the day this will occur, Ken e-mails and calls with, “The mediation has been canceled; you might as well save your money and cancel your dog sitter. In fact you should get rid of those dogs.” I’m incensed about Ken telling me to get rid of my dogs. Yet, by this time Larry and I know better than to believe one word Ken Catanzarite utters. I don’t cancel the hard to obtain “kennel time” for our now six dogs.

The day before the KeyBank mediation, Ken’s daughter, Nicole, also an attorney in his office, in the very first time she’s ever written me in her life, writes an e-mail, “The mediation is on tomorrow and you must be there in Idaho at 10:00 AM sharp.” She doesn’t mention where we should be and ignores my e-mails asking. At this point Larry and I know that Ken Catanzarite has purposely tried to make sure that I would never show up in Idaho. The case would be dismissed and he’ll take both my current Steamboat property and the Sun Valley property.

“For God’s sake, Larry, what do these dishonest attorneys do, sit around their offices all day working on how to maneuver around the laws so they can destroy their own clients?” So far the greatest percentage of attorneys I’ve hired sign on to represent me, and instead protect the perpetrators. But we beat Ken at his own game, and jump into the car, driving ten hours to Boise, Idaho, while I call Ken on the hour every hour. Apparently, he is indisposed for the first time since I’d hired him…he just can’t get to his pocket for the cell phone on time to answer.

At 10:00 AM the next day, Larry and I still have no idea where the KeyBank mediation will be held, so we guess. We show up at John Ward’s Law Firm, about an hour late, but this is just because Ken finally called saying his plane had been delayed. He still wouldn’t tell me where the mediation would be. KeyBank wants to just give me back my Sun Valley house for twelve months, allowing me to sell it again, while Ken’s hand picked, retired judge of over eighty years old from Oregon, oversees this pathetic mediation. I will receive no cash.

The judge/mediator is so old he can barely speak; he admits he doesn’t know a thing about the case, admitting also he’s not familiar with Idaho law as his hands shake from obvious Parkinson’s Disease. Outrageous, and still more so since I have no money, which McDonald and KeyBank have taken through federal crimes committed against me. Ken will have to take over the care and ownership of the Sun Valley property. In his contract he put a lien on it, so now I’ve figured out for sure what his intent has been all along.

Ken will end up owning my Sun Valley property, as he claims that I owe him three hundred and fifty thousand dollars in costs already, over and above his fifty percent unconscionable contingency fee... I get nothing. Not to mention, with the black cloud KeyBank has created over my property at this point, I’d have to give it away to any potential buyer. Yet, I have proof that McDonald forged my signature, that KeyBank disregarded my trust, suspect they misappropriated my monthly payments on the small loan to a phantom account so they could claim I was in default when I wasn’t, and kept me from selling the house by telling lenders my home was overvalued. To add insult to injury, you don’t give commercial loans on residential property. This too is against the law.

Additionally, I had watched Ken have an unfamiliar-with-Sun Valley real estate appraiser (had never been to Sun Valley in his life) re-appraise my property by excluding one thousand square feet from it’s size so he could claim it wasn’t worth what my trusted professional appraiser, familiar-with-Sun Valley, deemed to be true just a couple of months earlier. This was quite obvious when Larry and I checked out the new appraisal, which we brought to Ken’s attention and he ignored. I also know there’s more crime flourishing about but Mr. Catanzarite keeps facts from me and refuses to submit anything proving my case to the courts, thereby controlling how the suit progresses.

I say “No” to KeyBank’s offer.

Ken says, “You’ve had many years enjoying your homes and great wealth. Why not just be happy with what you’ve had and get over it?” Okay… I’d be arrested for what I was about to say at this point, so I didn’t.

But, I’m now very aware of why Ken had the Sun Valley appraisal corruptly adjusted; he must have worked for hours figuring out how to lower the value of my property? Or maybe he’s an old hand? I’d opt for the old hand. With the lower value Ken could claim the equity left in this property was just about what I’d owe him for his bogus costs for destroying my life further. Then walla, he’d take my Sun Valley property for his payment.

A week later Judge Winmill, of the Pocatello, Idaho, Federal Court grants me a partial Summary Judgment for an unlawful foreclosure. Ken had the proof to get me a full Summary Judgment in his hot little briefcase. He purposely didn’t submit it to the court. Or, Judge Winmill and Ken colluded together to exclude this proof. Who the hell knows? The full Summary Judgment would have forced KeyBank to pay me cash and give me my home back permanently. After all, at this point, although the fraudulent bank proof has been kept from me, I’m very positive that KeyBank had been taking my payments on the small line of credit and claiming these payments were never made. Why else would they refuse to give me my account statements? Not to mention, it’s also against the federal laws to foreclose non-judicially on a trust owned property, and never can a bank foreclose on property using a personal loan. And, commercial loans are not given on residential property. Yet so far, this is what KeyBank has done, while Ken Catanzarite belittles me and continues to withhold evidence from the judge. John Ward, KeyBank’s permanent counsel, has reaped the nickname, “Skeletor.” I think I know why. And, no one can tell me that someone isn’t paying someone off.

Over the next couple of weeks, Mr. Catanzarite tries to force me to take KeyBank’s deal. When I refuse, he threatens to withdraw which is about the tenth time. This threat becomes a reality on May 15, 2006, and at the same time I realize Ken has destroyed my case in Michigan as well by withholding all the Paine Webber account statements, so the judge dismissed this case. Ken writes an e-mail to me along with his withdrawal. “I have subpoenaed the account statements from Paine Webber in another Michigan Court, but the documents have not been served on anyone. I suggest you hire another attorney to serve the defendants soon or you’ll lose your statutes.”

“How convenient,” I think to myself. I have no idea what this other Michigan court is.


Now I have at least figured out why the law lenders had been turning me down.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis
1949-


For many months I interview new lawyers for the KeyBank suit. Mr. Rufner only says that I must settle the KeyBank case before he can file a malpractice suit against Ken. He assures me I still have six years to file again in Michigan for my trust. Finally, I find White Peterson Law firm in Nampa, Idaho, in late May, 2006. Larry and I must sell our red truck over two days’ time by running around to Steamboat car dealerships, basically begging them to buy it so that we can get the money to even meet with the lawyers.

After Kevin Dinius of White Peterson goes through all the documents, he and his team of lawyers decide to take on the KeyBank case. During their research, they uncover the news that someone in my family held back funds that belonged to me from the sale of the Diamond K Ranch, my mother’s property. Now I’m putting all the pieces of my life together, yet it takes me another full month before I can digest the fact that not only was Sonard (Gerard, my brother-in-law) involved with this but perhaps Winnie and Jennie too.

Justice Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy Esq. was the attorney that oversaw Sonard and Shitty’s interests after my parents died, as well as mine, and he was my first divorce attorney who advised that I create a trust to protect my assets. With his background, education and financial expertise, my trust should never have been embezzled – unless he’s at the bottom of the theft.

Happily, Larry and I return to Steamboat feeling like we have finally found the help we need all around. I just have to find counsel in Michigan to file the correct suit for my trust. Ken lost the statutes on purpose for opening my divorce but he didn’t even approach the trust issue or Paine Webber, and I have six years to file for fraud. I still have time. So Larry and I spend our days on the phone again looking for a good trust litigator in Detroit. We have no money whatsoever and are selling whatever we have that will create cash. Our business has been destroyed.

Larry borrows twenty-five hundred dollars from his attorney friend Harry Burgess. We can’t find employment, mostly because of what KeyBank has unlawfully done to our credit, amongst other challenges such as lack of experience, age, and always having our own business. And, we don’t have the resources to get the Deborah Breuner Ltd started again so we work towards something smaller, creating funny t-shirts. The vender in Steamboat, after promises of having prototypes done in a month, instead takes close to a year and we run out of cash again. We had no choice other than to wait for him, as we couldn’t afford to handle this in any far away place. We wouldn’t be able to pay for the gas to get there three times a week. No, I don’t believe our vender is in collusion with the bank; he’s just an idiot.

But now we must put our efforts into finding buyers for my diamonds, skis, Larry’s tools and truck. Finally one day, Kevin Dinius announces that I must be at a deposition in Denver with KeyBank, yet he too has done neither depositions nor discovery on my behalf. Larry and I again have no money so we must get up at 2:00 AM for two days in order to drive to Denver (three hours) and back each day as we appear at the KeyBank depositions. We sell most of our music CD’s at a local pawnshop to get cash for the gas.

During KeyBank’s deposition, John “Skeletor” Ward asks, “Ms. Davis do you live by a budget? It seems you’ve been spending beyond your means.”

Now I’m furious but calmly answer, “Well gee, I haven’t seen my own account statements for anything concerning KeyBank/McDonald or Paine Webber in years, while your clients were stealing money out of my account to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars, so how would I be able to even see what was going on with my finances?”

Skeletor arrogantly laughs like a hyena and says, “Well you dropped McDonald. They aren’t part of this suit…remember?”

I wanted to say, “Shut the f—k up!” But, I didn’t. I was also beginning to learn, but not totally understand, that the real reason Ken dropped McDonald from the case was because they have a fiduciary duty to me, which would cause KeyBank to have one to me as well, but without them, KeyBank wouldn’t have one unless they committed a crime, which of course I knew they had…many in fact.

Meanwhile, I’m also hearing through the grapevine of attorney garble in the room that, by law, banks have no fiduciary duty to their customers, which, in my mind, allows them the ability to commit any kind of financial crime they choose…unless it can be proven. So far it appears my own counsel is making sure this won’t happen. It’s shocking me. Then Skeletor says, “What’s happened to your family through all this?”

I merely respond, “Well they seem to be part of the mess so I have no relationship with any of them.”

Skeletor comes back with “Jackpot” sparkling from his eyes and says, “R-e-a-l-l-y?” Suddenly I realized I’d just stuck my foot in my mouth.

Kevin makes promises as to what he’ll be doing next to help me, via cell phone, such as holding Catanzarite responsible for everything, while Larry and I drive back to Steamboat each night. But after KeyBank’s deposition, over six weeks go by before I hear from Kevin again. He doesn’t supply me with the transcripts from the deposition as he promised, and refuses to return my frantic calls asking about what is going on.

Rick Rufner, in the meantime, has signed a contract with me and filed a Declaratory Action against Ken in the Routt County Court in Steamboat Springs concerning my property, the crimes he’s committed, and his unethical contract. I also contact my brother-in law, Sonard, for the second time to get Justice Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy’s contact information so I can get my file from him. Sonard refuses to give me this information saying, “You’re not allowed to talk to him, because he’s a sitting Supreme Court Justice.” Of course I don’t believe this response. But what can I do? I’m just left still more convinced that my whole family is involved with my financial demise.

In October, 2006, on a Thursday afternoon Kevin shocks me out of my mind by calling with a settlement offer. KeyBank wants all this over, but again I get basically nothing. Yet, this time they have offered five hundred thousand dollars and they keep my now three million-dollar Sun Valley property. What has been lost between KeyBank/McDonald is close to ten million dollars of my assets. When you include Larry’s and my business, it’s still more. But I agree to this settlement out of pure exhaustion. I trust Ken Catanzarite will eventually be held responsible for all my damage and Larry’s too.

Kevin still has done no discovery or depositions; he doesn’t have Ken Catanzarite’s file, I’m told. Mr. Catanzarite is holding his file ransom…another ethical violation. It’s been six months since I hired Kevin. The very next day, Kevin withdraws from representing me via e-mail. There’s no mention of the settlement. I’m just at the end of my rope. I believe KeyBank is paying these lawyers off to keep my suit worthless, or Ken is, and I don’t have the full scope as to what Ken didn’t do on my case. Yet I’m confident that he should be in prison for what I do know, along with many KeyBank/McDonald executives.

I see Kevin is following Catanzarite’s plan. I write the lead attorneys in Kevin’s law firm, complaining about his actions, which are ignored. I even write Judge Winmill, not expecting an answer of course, just informing him. Again, Larry and I are back on the phone, looking for lawyers while I represent myself in the Pocatello, Idaho, Federal Court for God knows how long, trying to figure out what I can file in order to keep my case alive. Larry and I are checking out books from the local library trying to understand the law...becoming lawyers with no degree.

Kevin Dinius lies to Judge Winmill about serving me notarized documents of his withdrawal. He didn’t, and what’s more, he indicates to the court in writing that I had moved over a month earlier, and he couldn’t find out where I was to inform me to pick up these withdrawal documents from the post office in Steamboat. This is outrageous, since neither Larry nor I have the money to do anything but wait at home for justice and care for our precious family of dogs.

Our biggest trips of the day are to the grocery store and mailbox. We certainly haven’t been out of town or moved. I’m astounded by the dishonesty amidst the legal world. I’m feeling like I should have known by the way Kevin Dinius acted during depositions.


Yet, I’ve also learned by now that firing an attorney merely creates more legal problems, which inevitably becomes my problem and will cost me money, which I don’t have.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis
1949-


The short, heavy, little bulldog looking jerk would barely address my presence for two days during KeyBank depositions, and certainly never spoke in my defense nor advised me. Instead, he spent the two days arrogantly gazing at his laptop screen saver, which sported his own photograph skydiving. He appeared to be in great distress, which I didn’t understand back then nor do I have anything more than clues now. But, I don’t have time to worry about any of this; I must find still another new law firm. I have lost almost all the discovery time and the judge won’t grant me more while I’m within days of having the KeyBank case dismissed.

And, I wouldn’t have even known to do this if I hadn’t called the friend of the court, who told me my case was going to be dismissed if I didn’t either sign, in pro per, or find new counsel. Kevin had already gotten the judge to wave my signature for his withdrawal, which I wasn’t aware of until now. I had no choice but to become pro per until I found a new law firm.

In the meantime, I call the expert witness that Balamuth Law Firm had hired, Steven I. Fried of Capital Finance, to evaluate Mr. Catanzarite’s crimes and ethical violations. I thought he could recommend to me what I should file in the Pocatello, Idaho, Federal Court next. He is extremely helpful. I then turned Kevin Dinius into the Idaho State Bar, by filing a complaint against him for lying to the court about me and not doing a thing on my case. Go on; just ask me what the Idaho State Bar did!

Absolutely nothing.

Meanwhile, Larry and I have figured out how to file a motion with the court for KeyBank in-house documents. A few weeks later I receive a letter from John “Skelator” Ward, refusing to supply most of what I’ve subpoenaed, claiming the discovery time deadline is too short to supply these, which is a complete lie. I still had a month of discovery time left. However, I do receive computer disks displaying many in-house letters between the KeyBank executives which read, “Ms. Davis’ property is owned by her trust. Please adjust the loan documents to reflect this.” Then there’d be another letter saying, “No, the property belongs to her personally.” I stared down upon the original loan documents clearly showing the bridge loan was given to my trust and a copy of my trust indicating my home is owned by this trust. Now I can see I had still more ammunition against KeyBank, because I now have their own proof to what they have done.


I remember wondering why KeyBank would blatantly send to me such viable proof of their fraud against me. It didn’t make sense. Why would they purposely, in writing, show how inept or criminal they were and are?

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis
1949-


Eventually I call Huntley Park Law Firm in Boise, Idaho. The one law firm I’d missed earlier in this legal journey that didn’t represent KeyBank. Interestingly though, I had called them a few years back and the secretary claimed they had a conflict. As it turns out this wasn’t true…they merely had a business account with KeyBank. Bill Thomas has been a president and counsel for a bank. He and his partner, Dan Williams, know how to read the fine print on bank documents. They tell me most lawyers don’t even attempt to understand these contracts. But, they can and will help me. I have no idea what they look like...there are no photographs on their website. I have no way to access their eyes to see whether they’re honest...not that I’ve been very good at this so far.

The first phone call I have with Bill Thomas he says to me, “I’m fairly sympathetic to your situation but I take pause when I see so many attorney withdrawals.”

“Oh my God.” This remark outrageous me, because I know all these withdrawals involve plain old unethical behavior and crime. At any other time I probably would have said, “Thank you for your time but I’ll keep looking.” However, I just let the remark go. I’m desperate and sense Bill’s firm will help me, which they do but not without warning me concerning the facts. They think Ken has destroyed my case, but they will do whatever they can to save it by filing another suit in Blaine County, Idaho, Court to gain back discovery, re-introducing proof that Ken withheld.

While Bill and Dan work on my behalf, Ken Catanzarite demands that I go to arbitration in California with him over his contract, which the Routt County Court allows before they can rule. After all, in spite of Ken’s unconscionable terms, he has an arbitration clause. Larry and I must sell more of our belongings in order to get to California. We have to borrow money as well in order to pay Rick Rufner a thousand dollars to represent me at arbitration.

On the first morning of arbitration Larry and I pick up Mr. Rufner at his hotel; stop to eat breakfast together, and go on to the first planned event of the next two days… Mr. Catanzarite’s arbitrational lies of the century, as we listen to his words, show he is unbelievably unethical besides being a criminal. Mr. Rufner asked Ken three times, “Do you think you have a fiduciary duty to your client?”

Ken answers, “No.”

We learn that Mr. Catanzarite actually forged my signature on a buy/sell agreement with his bank, Washington Mutual, March 10, 2005.


Why? Because he wanted it to appear that he purchased my home before he signed on as my attorney, relieving himself of a serious ethical violation. By the way, it’s absolutely prohibited by the California Professional Rules of Conduct that an attorney purchase a client’s home out of foreclosure. Of course, Larry and I had to spend weeks learning all this through our own efforts and investigation. By this time we knew where to find what law on what page in the law books.

We’ve also realized McDonald Investments being dropped from the suit did not hold KeyBank responsible for the forgeries and pillaging of my account. Bill Thomas had informed me of this. In fact now McDonald was getting away with their crimes, and Mr. Catanzarite made sure they would by dropping them from the suit, leaving KeyBank only responsible for an unlawful foreclosure. So now we knew Ken lied about this legal action too.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis
1949-


Of course, I had proof that Ken purchased my home at the exact time he signed on as my attorney. When Mr. Rufner asks Ken why he didn’t open my divorce in Michigan, as he signed on to do, Ken replies, “Because John Schaefer said I couldn’t, and besides Ms. Davis would have only received three million dollars in a suit such as this.” As if three million dollars was worth nothing?

Of course this is the first time I’ve heard this evaluation or excuse. I’m stunned and angry at the same time, while I sit there reminded that I’m now penniless. I actually get a laugh when Mr. Rufner responds with, “Well isn’t that sort of like the fox guarding the hen house?”

Larry then goes out to our Jeep in the parking lot to retrieve an e-mail Ken sent me before he purchased my house, where he solicits to buy my property, which makes his actions still more unconscionable. Mr. Catanzarite has been claiming I asked him if he would take the house over, rather than the truth, which is he advised that he purchase my home to protect it until my suits were complete. When Ken sees that I have proof of something that contradicts his claim, he thinks for a minute then responds with, “Well that particular e -mail must have been dropped from my computer. I don’t have that.”

Of course he doesn’t. What a complete ass. I feel like I’m in kindergarten with snotty nosed children…not elite attorneys. Ken continues to defend himself relative to why he gave me less than eight hours on a Sunday to sign his contract, not allowing time to have another law firm look at his outrageous terms...another ethical violation. He lies some more about how I had a bankruptcy attorney hired, yet he knows I merely consulted one – couldn’t hire him without money.

Soon I can see that the factual mistakes Ken printed in his contract about me where done on purpose, not because he didn’t know me well. He’s using these skewed facts to cover his unlawful acts. However we have documents and e- mails proving Ken is a crook.

To Mr. Catanzarite’s left sits Mr. Broker, a bankruptcy attorney he has brought with him as his “expert witness” to offer reasons why I wasn’t guided into bankruptcy as I should have been. By the way, Mr. Broker first admits he’s never acted as an expert witness in his life other than for Catanzarite Law Corporation. He’s submitting a detailed document he claims he’s written, showing that filing Chapter 11 would not have been my best option. Knowing this too is untrue, Mr. Rufner finally gets Mr. Broker to admit that Ken wrote the ten page chronicle, which Mr. Broker merely signed, not understanding what was actually the truth or the facts.

The biggest surprise is when Ken gets Scott Campbell on the phone to testify on his behalf. I can’t even believe this, but Rick Rufner, as my true hero, refuses to address any questions to him. He just asks, “Is your name Scott Campbell?”

Scott answers, “Yes.”

Rick then says, “Thank you, I have no more questions.”

Scott responds with, “What? You don’t have anything to ask me?”

Rick merely replies, “No, thank you.”

By the time I leave arbitration, all of us feel that the arbitrator is disgusted with Ken – he will rule on our side.

Our arbitrator, Mr. Merring, weighs easily over seven hundred pounds and for two days eats donuts, every hour on the hour, through the whole process of testimony. I wonder if he ever heard a word spoken from anyone. He did comment on what he seemed to ingest, when the subject of signing my contract on a Sunday came up, by responding with, “I don’t know about you lawyers, but I don’t work on Sunday,” then goes back to stuffing his fat face with pastry.

Personally I think Mr. Merring needs a round in Dr. Phil’s House, or a show directed especially for him on Oprah, while he’s lying in bed, surrounded by a crane. Mr. Merring is not professional.


I remember thinking, during the mediation, perhaps if I wrote Oprah or Dr. Phil about Mr. Merring’s weight, claiming I was a worried friend, then they’d have me on their show and I could spout out all the illegal crap happening to me.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis
1949-


I can’t help but notice that every time Mr. Merring would get up and walk across the room, donut crumbs fall from the seat of his pants. There are more crumbs attached to his suit lapel. I watch him barely be able to get around chairs snuggled up close to the conference table. I can’t even imagine where he’d find any clothes to fit his rotund body. He makes me sick, while he has my whole life in his hands.

Larry and I return to Steamboat after having to borrow money from my friend, Janey Meade, and selling my diamond necklace in Hollywood. On our way, we stop in Idaho to meet Bill and Dan from Huntley Park Law Firm in person. We meet with them in their office on Saturday, so there are few other partners from the firm around.

Bill is short, with fine sandy colored longish hair, which appears to be a toupee secured by thin wires attached to his inner ears. He’s wearing jeans and cowboy boots, probably over fifty years old. He seems nice enough though not at all as I pictured him. He plays no games with the truth, which I like, but it’s also scary to hear about what might be facts I must accept. Yet, he laughs joyfully once in a while so I sense he’s a nice man. Dan pops in late, after taking his son to baseball practice, so I feel he’s at least a good dad. He too is wearing jeans, being tall, dark haired and sporting a gray/charcoal close-cropped beard. Actually he appears much younger than Bill, but I know he’s not. They aren’t encouraged at all with the news about arbitration, saying, “You just never know about these things. Sometimes arbitrators have a bad day and rule unfairly.”

Yet, they describe what they’re doing to help me, which is promising in a weird sort of way. I don’t know at this point if what they’re attempting to do is really going to work or not. They spend most of the time saying, “If the judge rules like this, then you’ll end up like that.” I’m frustrated that my suit just can’t fix what is outrageously against the law.


I still didn’t know if Ken was paid off by KeyBank to withhold evidence or if Mr. Catanzarite merely had his own agenda. I didn’t understand why Kevin Dinius dropped the ball after Ken. Was he too paid off? I knew with the laws that had been broken, all these entities should be in prison.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis
1949-


Bill and Dan don’t seem to be concerned about what Ken and Kevin have or have not done, only with what they will hopefully accomplish now.

When Larry and I finally return to our home around midnight on Monday, we find that the electricity has been turned off and the house is as cold as ice. The electric company claims we haven’t paid the bill, which is possible…we haven’t had money in months but Larry says, “It’s been paid.” Around 1:00 AM we are able to get the electricity turned back on after paying cash to a driver who shows up to take payment. And, by the way, the bill had been paid. The electric company just wanted a retainer because they had become aware of what was happening to us.

The next day I find that though there is ten thousand dollars in the account at Alpine Bank in town, they have returned our checks just because of the bad credit Larry and I have, caused by what KeyBank did unlawfully. They have known about this for a year and have a letter from my attorney explaining the issue. Still an Alpine manager merely says, “We periodically go back and check credit; yours has not improved. We’ll draw up a check for you to pick up. We don’t want you in our bank.”

“Of course my credit hasn’t improved! The KeyBank case is still ongoing,” I say. But this is of no importance at all, I can see. I’m astounded that a bank would return checks that are covered with funds. What’s worse, they didn’t even tell us, and wouldn’t have if I hadn’t called them after a check bounced.

Now neither Larry nor I can open a bank account anywhere. Our credit has worsened, of course. We’re forced to pay cash for whatever we purchase or on bills we have. Things are getting tougher for us which doesn’t make sense...we are not the criminals here! But nothing can be done until my suits are resolved or we can somehow create another smaller business or get jobs. We also realize that it takes a standard seven years for one’s horrible credit to cease being an issue, while after seven years one wouldn’t have an employment history, because they couldn’t get hired by any company who checks credit. Our situation has become grave.

As we wait for the arbitrator’s ruling, now the middle of February, 2007, we can’t afford to buy propane to heat our home nor food to feed our dogs or ourselves. The water softener no longer works and we can’t get it fixed...no money. Because of the sulfur in the water around Steamboat Springs, having a water softener is the only way most residents can live. We have to exist without, as our skin itches and all our china turns white with residue. The dishwashers are encrusted with sulfur as well. We have stopped our cable and shut off the phones. The neighbors, who use to be called friends as they partied in our home, drinking and eating gourmet spreads, no longer speak to us.

We have one friend left, Rich Voldness, who has offered to lend us some money, which we gratefully accept, promising to pay him back as soon as we can.


And, now this is difficult to admit, but I will, because though it was wrong on Larry’s and my part, it also shows how outrageous at least KeyBank is. I can only assume, with what’s going on in the United States today, all banks are just as crooked and idiotic. An advertisement came in our mail, addressed to me from KeyBank, offering a ten thousand dollar line-of-credit…no questions asked. I couldn’t believe my eyes. You would think with what KeyBank had done and was still doing to me, I would be out of their system for such an offer.

Well Larry and I didn’t have a dime, so I signed up, expecting that I certainly would be turned down. But who cares, we had nothing to lose for trying, except if I should ever be forced into depositions with them again, it might be brought up. But, who cares? KeyBank has criminally cost me close to ten million dollars in damage.

My attitude at this point is that KeyBank owes me, which is an example of what crimes such as what KeyBank has committed against me, and now Larry, creates in the normal consumer’s mind…a circle of crime. They want to retaliate, of course, especially when they can’t even hire an attorney to help them because the attorney is obviously being paid under the table by KeyBank to protect them…outrageous.

Two weeks later I had a loan from KeyBank, which came in handy for a short time…we could pay some bills. It’s difficult to live in a multi-million dollar home without huge amounts of cash to keep it going, and in the dead of winter in Colorado there wasn’t much chance of selling the place.

I’m still, to this day, amazed that I would qualify for a loan, under a lawsuit, with KeyBank…I’m left speechless.

Deborah Clare Breuner Davis
1949-


Mr. Catanzarite has, since he bought my home, become a respected member of the Sleeping Giant Estates Homeowners Association, so along with all the ethical violations and crimes he’s committed, we figure he’s destroyed Larry’s and my reputation in our neighborhood. It would at least be worth looking into by interviewing our neighbors. I write Mr. Rufner with this suggestion and assume he takes notice. I know he’s in the midst of obtaining loan documents from the Steamboat Springs Title Company concerning the loan Ken took out to buy my home…there’s lots of proof of Ken’s crimes.

THE TRUTH AIN’T PRETTY; HERE ARE THE FACTS

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What my husband I have learned about the United States of America is frightening. Unfortunately most of the public, moving through their daily routines, don't know what we know and they should if they want to protect themselves. There are no government authorities, politicians, agencies, police, attorneys, judges or media you can go to if you have been severely victimized in this country. Why? Well mostly because those, whom are victimizing the public, are the authorities, financial institutions and professionals the USA Government protects, which means they are ultimately responsible for these entities who commit these crimes, while they are all committing “Misprision of Felony.”

It is my opinion, based on the facts of my experiences with serious federal crimes for over twelve years; there are certain individuals, the powers that be, in any given financial institution that will attack a person financially, knowing all the while they won’t be investigated for their crimes. So basically a financial institution can do whatever they want to you and then arrogantly “laugh” in your face! This is because the USA Government authorities sanction these crimes; they’re in on them; gain from them. Call it population control, greed, communism, a holocaust or just the joy of being in control of the little person…also known as the public!

But the financial institutions and USA Government likes to pick on certain individuals whom, as the plan is, will most likely perish from the financial attack. They count on the victim only complaining a little while before they’re tossed into the streets silenced forever, homeless, penniless, no vehicle, cell phone, computer or family who cares. To add to this these victims have often been self employed and they're of over middle age, with their credit now ILLEGALLY destroyed, on purpose with federal crimes. NO ONE WILL HIRE THEM! They will die in the streets of exposure and hunger before they will ever retain employment! The government knows this:>( This is why I feel we’re dealing with not only population control, but also greed, communism, a holocaust and the joy in psychopathic power, these leaders and elite get into, while destroying another human being and their family. In other words our leaders and authorities like it like this and this is the precise reason our activists are being totally ignored by those they work so hard to capture with reason! Just tell me, who’s going to demand that they these activists be heard? There may be one person, with some power, over a person’s lifetime who will hear them if they’re lucky:>)

Hello Americans, for the most part our USA Government, leaders, politicians, authorities, attorneys, judges and media are laughing at those of us desperately trying to save our finances, homes and families:>(More often than not our media, including many alternative and alternative to the alternative, treat those of us with exposing stories, of corruption, with cynicism…most really horrendous stories about corruption in our government, financial institutions and legal world they’ll refuse to expose! These approaches to the truth are tricks of the trade; and these radio hosts love to humiliate the caller; often do this on public radio in front of millions of listeners:>(They know, in spite of what the public claims about the lying media, that the truth is people hear the cynicism, not the heart and soul of the victim to corruption calling in:>(This is what our USA Government counts on; sheeple people! The tricks of the trade our media have been threatened into creating, I believe, is their job, which they’ll see gone if they don’t comply with the censors.

Now that I’ve experience having 80M$s embezzled out of my trust, and lost four multimillion dollar homes by, what I can clearly see as, punishment for reporting the original federal crime (80M$s) to the proper authorities I understand much more; many in the public don’t understand yet…not until they are victimized by federal or other serious crime, such as in what we see in CPS, which is still more corruption! The law today is our enemy! Why? Because the laws are purposely not being upheld! We the people need to focus on why this is true and STOP hiring civil attorneys to address cases that are considered federal crimes that the attorney general, state attorney generals, FBI and financial watchdogs need to address! They purposely aren’t and this is the reason we the people are running out to hire civil attorneys for federal crimes. This is wrong and costing the victims (us), to these federal crimes in particular, millions of dollars that shouldn’t need to be spent defending ourselves against huge corporations committing obvious federal crimes, on purpose, because they know the USA Government has their back!

Plus the media has our USA Government, legal world and financial institutions backs! They do this while taunting the public with where our “garbage of a president” will be vacationing this summer; where he’s having lunch today and how he loves golf. The ignored victims to all the federal and other horrendous crimes feel like they want to explode as they view these reports on TV or their computers of the good life when they have experienced all the unaddressed crimes that have destroyed their lives…and it’s not just federal crime although these crimes, other than losing our children because of corruption in the law and CPS, are the worst preventing us the ability to afford to handle many of the crimes in court even if we tried to obtain justice…we can’t afford the costs! In my mind, from what I’ve seen, any funds spent in the legal system are wasted, because you are never made whole, no matter what the crime, after spending your last dime seeking justice! Our court system, USA Government, leaders, politicians, attorneys, judges and media are together in a Mafia Racquet against the public.

To make matters worse the media will continue to taunt the public with, what they hope will cause people to think, they are attacking the government, leaders, financial institutions and politicians. Believe me, from what I know as experience these are reports to take the public’s attention off what is really going on….and the public goes right along with the medias’ games? Ninety percent of these so-called reports on the financial institution’s being sued are complete lies to keep you calm; the housing market getting better, is again media taunting the public, playing with them; calming; when in reality these reports are lies! The only homes on the market being sold are the illegally foreclosed upon homes, that were stolen from a family, now victims to serious unaddressed federal crimes.

To add insult to injury the USA Government steps in with their manufactured weather events that kill adults, children and pets, while destroying homes and real estate…another way to keep the public otherwise detained from the federal crimes that are destroying lives anyway! We’ve even suspected the terrorists, in this country, are actually our own government:>(How sick is this if it’s true? After what my family and I have seen, with corruption involving serious federal crimes, I believe it is true. Our USA Government wants us all dead and Americans should REVOLT!

By: Deborah Breuner
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