Heiress Lives In A Tent: Death $ Taxes or Is It Taxed To Death?

Hail to the human spirit of evil in this world. No action against it actually celebrates the devil. If you’ve read all my articles then you’ll know that everybody with power such as the government authorities and the almighty churches will not do their jobs in spite of the fact that our taxes pay for the government authorities to protect the public, from federal financial crimes committed by financial institutions, and make sure donations given to churches go towards helping the poverty stricken.

Not even close to being true.

So if you want to save money do not donate your hard earned cash to the churches and organizations in place to help the homeless and penniless. They are stealing from you, in the name of God, and taking off to vacation in numerous locations around the world.

Well you should at least ask to see their books before you donate. Not that this is an end all; they can easily have financial books for the philanthropist and another with the truth. The financial institution they bank with will help them “cook the books.” The churches’ favorite candidate will receive the donation...not the poor. Or they won’t bother with the second financial record; they don’t have to because the government authorities will never check up on them…because, they’re in on it.

Who checks out the government authorities when they’re corrupt?

Oh and the taxes you pay? Hey it’s only about two weeks away when you’ll drop your check into the mailbox for its journey to the IRS. And, don’t you be late or you’ll be fined.  This will also alert an IRS auditor to come after you.

Oh my God if you’ve even made a mistake and lied on your taxes you’ll go to prison, while our government creates new departments, probably shell departments, where your tax monies will go. The government workers hired to run these shell departments really don’t have anything to do so they, sit naked in beanbag chairs all day, watching porn in their little cubicles playing with their pet…the pink wiener. No one will notice this behavior because no one does their work as government unions protect them from being fired.

Meanwhile, my eighty million dollar trust account paid millions of dollars in federal and state taxes over twenty-five years. Before I had a trust from 1949-1975 I paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in taxes and couldn’t even walk for the first year and a half I did so.

Welcome to Hitlerville USA where taxes are paid for years then embezzlement sets in committed by the financial institution or many; sanctioned by the government authorities. Now what does one do?

Ah, they can do the only thing left for them to do when their own family has been involved with the federal financial crimes (stealing all your assets) committed by the financial institution(s) and their credit is worst than destroyed; therefore they’re unable to get employment other than becoming a carpet bagger selling their own stuff. And the lame stream and alternative media won’t expose this horrendous mafia inspired government or ours.

The victims to this can write $ write $ write telling their story, posting over social media, to not only help themselves, but bring other victims together in unity and warn those victims yet to come. They can author a book or a four-part memoir. They can even learn to write scripts.

Then on their own they can garner the interest of four different major publishers.

Yep, meet the “little spoiled brat” aka “rich bitch” that had it all including poverty equal to what has been experienced in Ethiopia…and still is.

This is Larry and my mission obviously, chosen by God, and we accept the challenge. But, when e-mails flood my mailbox with promises of help that never comes then we are victimized over $ over again.

How very cruel.

Three weeks ago a so-called-friend contacted me, on her own, with the promise that she’d send us eighty-dollars. Larry $ I were thanking God. But it never arrived. When I let my friend know it hadn’t come she wrote, “I not only sent it but sent one hundred dollars and I checked, the address was correct. If it doesn't arrive soon I'll send another one hundred dollars, don't worry.”

It still hasn’t arrived, and I haven’t heard a peep from her since, while she resides just ten miles away from us.

The next week after this an antique dealer committed to purchasing all my American made Lenox china which has never been used, because I never got around to it before my ex-husband tried to murder me. Sight unseen, and being completely aware of Larry and my situation, she changed her mind. Come on, she has this right obviously, but she’s already purchased a hundred thousand dollars of our belongings for a mere four thousand dollars, piece meal style, and adding to the same china she bought a month ago, could do little harm. Adding eight more place settings to her set, which she purchased from me as a re-sale...but kept it instead, while paying less than pennies on the dollar would be a steal to do it again?

It would save our lives, which is pretty important at this juncture, because if we die before the publisher comes through, no one will ever hear about this unbelievable tale that could save many other Americans from these federal financial crimes. Many of which the public has no clue about and they ain’t going to hear or read about it anywhere else, unless there’s another victim out there writing?

But never mind. Ms. Antique could care less. If I give it to her, this would work. In fact she’d be honored to have eight more place settings, because she loves the Lenox Autumn pattern and she adds, “Your things are so lovely darling and I’ve done so well with everything, but I just don’t feel like buying anymore now. We had such fun over Thanksgiving serving dinner on the china I purchased from you. So beautiful. Such a shame, most of it hadn't been used? Why would you sell it? Thank you though.”

"Gee, I don't know, perhaps because I'd like to eat," I responded.

Then I received a big fat e-mail saga about a personal life, very much like mine, and this person wants to help? Will they?

I’m not holding my breath. Besides I received the e-mail on April Fools day.

Well I could go on and on about the public and their offers of help in keeping Larry, Bu Bu and me alive, but that’s all they are…offers that don’t materialize.

Is this just another metaphor to what our government is doing to the American citizen?

What’s worse we’ve never asked for a handout; we’ve asked only for buyers of our beautiful heirlooms and belongings, while we continue to work our Asses off to not only save ourselves, but also warn the American public of impending financial doom…if they don’t take certain precautions.

Meanwhile the American public is donating to causes across the ocean; their churches; paying taxes to the state and federal government, when they have no idea where their money is actually going…much of it to shell departments created by the government. I guarantee the financial institutions are stealing funds right out of your accounts and you haven’t become aware yet. The more funds you have, the easier this is; they adjust bank statements too.

And, how does it make you feel to know that if a serious financial crime takes all your assets you’ll end up in the street because the government authorities, to which you pay taxes, absolutely will not investigate the federal crime committed against you?

This should make you really angry, angry enough to force you into doing your part in exposing all the federal crime going on by the powerful against the public. We all have a duty to each other and this country, by getting involved any way we can.

We have; we’ve written about what we’ve seen and experienced, and will continue until our last breath.



By; Deborah Breuner

Heiress Lives In A Tent: Then $ Now

From the day I was born I was an heiress. Many would surmise a “spoiled little brat,” and so I deserve having all my assets stolen, because of this attitude I saw growing up coming from the friends and acquaintances I possessed.

There wasn’t a particular personality trait that I exhibited to earn my title of “spoiled little brat.” No, it was stamped on my backside because of the mere fact that I was born a Breuner and my father owned a very established lucrative furniture business in Northern California, Reno and Arizona.  My mother owned an eighty thousand acre sheep ranch in Roseville, California.

My family didn’t just reach their hands out and take; they worked hard through three generations to create these businesses, yet there was no respect just jealousy. This jealousy landed on my little soul staring as early as I can recall. I was three years old when I started to feel the pain.

Yes, I felt pain because I was often treated as if I had leprosy; my friends would treat me well if they wanted something. The rest of the time I was criticized for breathing. When this kind of treatment starts early in one’s life it is truly very confusing and causes an interesting response from the victim.

You subconsciously work harder than humanly possible to be perfect in the effort to offset the painful criticism. Your goal? Well that would be to finally be appreciated and loved. At the same time you do not understand jealousy or it’s wrath. It seems such a benign harmless word.

Well its not, my many years of life have taught me, and jealousy is actually at the bottom of what is going on in our United States of America, the land of opportunity.

The general attitude is, you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. But, if you do, give it to me.

Our government actually displays jealousy of any American who can prosper by working very hard; they want it all and they’ll take whatever they can from the public however way they can achieve this.

What a metaphor everyday life is to what started at the top by…our government and the media twisting our minds with blame…it’s all your fault Mr. and Mrs. Public.

In fact my whole life has been a metaphor to what our government is doing to the public.

Just like Americans today are working harder and harder to make it and getting nowhere, I worked my ass off to create and take care of what belonged to me.

I’ve always believed, “Charity starts at home.”  If we all take care of our own backyard what a beautiful world we would be living in.

Because I was fortunate enough to have my own personal financial security, I opted to be a stay at home mom and actually put my hard work into doing whatever I could to tend to my marriage; raise the next generation of ethical, moral human beings who would display integrity; be assets to society, and take care of myself so I’d have the energy to accomplish my goals. My career would come second.

Yet, I was criticized for my philosophy, which caused me to work harder.

My family never took off for the day without being nutritiously fed; my now ex-husband didn’t live a day without a love note in his pocket; my children received the same in their lunches. Then I’d tidy up our beautiful home; our family foundation of love, which I decorated with talent creating a nest of security.

By eleven AM I was often in the grocery store purchasing the best and healthiest food money could buy; at noon I might be having lunch with either my husband or a treasured friend; at two-thirty PM I’d be picking up my daughters from school and off we’d go to a girl scout meeting where I was the den leader. Or, I was dropping these beautiful daughters of mine at dance lessons; art classes; ski practice; needed tutoring and doctor appointments. And, I’d never just leave them alone; I’d sit and observe; cheer them on or comfort their pain. I did the same for our many precious dogs.

If we spent the weekends at home, my daughters and I spent hours together after a gourmet breakfast I’d lovingly create from my participation in many cooking classes I took over the years, just chatting about anything that came to mind.

My then husband would rarely partake, but instead go to work, I thought?

Sometimes I assumed my husband was just jealous of the relationship I had with my daughters? I’d counter this with creating surprise romantic rendezvous in the middle of the day for him. No matter what, we’d go out to dinner on Thursday night just the two of us and took two vacations a year without the girls just to renew our love. I was reading everything I could get my hands on to learn how to have a loving and supportive marriage and family life.

My husband Rick, as I look back today, and unbeknownst to be at the time, was a liberal minded ass that wanted something for nothing and called himself a conservative? What’s worse the conservatives in political office and those vying to take office are today “liberal conservatives” if this could even be considered a term of description?

But lets carry on with my “spoiled little brat” life.

When my husband, daughter’s or family’s birthdays rolled around, I’d throw a huge event to celebrate the milestone. I did this for my in-laws as well for their wedding anniversaries. I’d prepare all the food, decorate; hire entertainment and create the invitations from scratch…even write poems having them printed on the invites.

I was hostess for most holiday and graduation dinners, which included hours of preparation for twenty-four family members and close friends… at least five times a year.

Only rarely did I have these events catered, though I could afford it, because I liked working and creating for the people I loved. If I did hire help, I still did ninety percent of the cooking.

As the dutiful wife of an executive, while my husband was president of the Young President’s Organization (YPO) I was the “hostess with the mostess” as I took on a full-time job as an event planner… not skipping a beat as a wife and mother. I did this for Rick’s business as well.

Our family vacations, which I planned through hours on the phone making reservations, entailed snow skiing, water skiing and sailing. Sometimes trips to Washington DC so my daughters could learn about American history.

In between all this I took classes on just about any subject one could imagine except accounting… my mistake obviously.

I exercised everyday; took my vitamins and learned to meditate. One of my personal loves in life was conservatively adding to my beautiful wardrobe, twice a year, spending my own money to do so. My other love concerning family was taking photographs, after being highly educated in photography at the Center of Creative Studies in Detroit.

I got criticized for this. In fact as I grew, accomplished and grew some more, I got criticized still further. Not for what I gave to family and friends, but for the two weaknesses that showed…my love of fashion and photography. I have many other weaknesses, but these weren’t brought to my attention.

Why? Well then the people I loved would have to go without my undying love, attention and codependence. They would have to continue to fake they’re appreciation until I died. They needed my assets sooner than this.

I did not raise my children in a religion, but by the Bible. But, the sociopathic behavior of their father won over God? This is pretty scary. And, exactly what has happened between our government and the people. The government being the devil.

God did not bless me with a wonderful husband and beautiful children so I could ignore them for my own selfish needs. Interestingly my needs were not separate from the joy my family gave me.

When my daughters, all but one, got married I spent a whole year on each of them creating the most beautiful weddings anyone could imagine. I followed their dreams for such, not mine.

After my first grandson, Clayton was born I threw myself into grand-mothering with the same zest I took as a wife and mother, while at the same time creating a fashion design company born out of eighteen years of mentoring with a Parsons of New York professor of fashion design…in the extra hours I had left when my family was busy at work or school.

What did I accomplish with all my hard work? Well I’ve earned the right to be murdered and embezzled from, by my own family and financial institutions, while the US government authorities sanction this with their own agenda. An eighty million dollar embezzlement can benefit many, wouldn’t you say?

Is this not what our government is doing to the whole of society?

Could this all stem from greed and jealousy?

Today when I wake up in the morning I’m in a tent with mud all over the plastic floors. I’ve been here for two years; been homeless and penniless since 2007. Not so much because my family and a few financial institutions together embezzled my assets and criminally destroyed my credit, but mostly because our government authorities will not purposely investigate these crimes or the financial institutions involved.

The suspect financial institutions, are National Bank of Detroit (now Chase), Paine Webber and Shearson Lehman.

Therefore, crime has become America’s past time. Why not, it pays to be a criminal.

I have no idea what my family is doing as they enmesh themselves into obscurity, refusing to communicate with me. I believe my third daughter has gotten married? I have five more grandchildren? How have I found out? Thank God for gossip and the Internet.

Meanwhile, I spend every last minute of my life now, along with my precious Sweetie, Larry and our adorable weenie dog Bu Bu struggling to figure out how to survive…begging anyone we can find to buy our belongings for pennies on the dollar so we can eat. We now have no vehicle; often go without food or clean water to drink; can’t retain employment between the two of us because the continuing federal crimes destroyed Larry’s fine credit too. We once shared a flourishing design business together.

We have no medical insurance; don’t qualify for social security or Medicaid; no money to pay for the storage unit, holding the last of the treasures worth selling and most of the legal documents, unless we sell something…usually at the last minute before we’ll be foreclosed upon. So normally we have to pay fines for being late.

Bu Bu, who’s a very unusual and rare weenie dog because of his color, could be studded out for puppies, but there’s no Dachshund kennels near by, within walking distance, where we could take him.

To add insult to injury, we can’t afford the rent in the campground where we reside. The only reason we’re not living in our unregistered, double seated, truck is because the campground owner believes in the grueling efforts both Larry and I have put into our writing…my memoir and Larry and my three screenplays, which we’re spending our extra time doing all we can to sell. Our work won’t only help us but all Americans who have a bank account.

Not to mention there hasn’t been a day pass since 2001 that I haven’t written a government authority about all this financial crime, while I’m ignored with at the most a form letter; at the least no response at all?

On top of this we’ve been arrested for past due registration on our vehicle; dealt with a fire in our tent from electrical overload; drenched suitcases and clothing from downpours of rain; computer breakdowns; no money for our cell phone and when we do the cell phone doesn’t work unless we’re out on the main road.

What’s worse people often treat us as if we’re less than or criminals, while our government pardons murderers?

Yes, call me a “spoiled little brat” or what people often addressed me as I grew older, “rich bitch” while I never fell back on my inheritance, but instead, like my ancestors before me, shared, worked, created, loved and worked some more.

I’m sorry but this is f—king barbaric and I’m still working my ass off, while the laziest in society mostly government workers, sit around with their hands out watching porn like those who work for the SEC. Oh, just like our government.

The saddest part of all is there has not been, in over eleven years, one liberal or conservative politician holding a seat of leadership that will do anything to help. I understand the liberal; liberals in general don’t honor ethics, morals or integrity and often don’t believe in God.

In my experience their belief is, “If you get caught then shame on you.” So in other words commit crimes as long as you become an expert at getting away with them. Do they teach their children this?

Unfortunately, many conservatives today, holding positions of power in our government or otherwise, have become very liberal in their thinking. Obviously this is a problem and the reason I’ll no longer call myself a Republican. I’m a conservative, in all it’s true meaning, which states I have ethics, morals and integrity. I believe in God and honor the United States of America Constitution…no longer important today.

The scenario I’ve dealt with all my life within the circle of love ones, friends and acquaintances is exactly how our government treats the public if anyone should prosper at all in any way.



This quote below states in plain English exactly what Americans do and don’t have today?



Excellence is a better teacher than mediocrity. The lessons of the ordinary are everywhere. Truly profound and original insights are to be found only in studying the exemplary.



                                                                                                             Warren G. Bennis



How is exemplary described today? Someone who’s never led a parade; refuses to address where they were born; walks, runs and demonstrates bodily ticks that indicate he’s a sociopath; shows up on celebrity talk shows; refuses to order investigations into financial crimes and unlawful foreclosures committed against the consumer; bails out financial institutions, many of which have committed federal financial crimes against their customers; doesn’t know how to manage financial books or tell the truth about anything.



We the people of the United States of America get to arise to this?


By: Deborah Breuner

Heiress Lives In A Tent: The New Face Of The Homeless In America

March 16, 2012

This is my story and a situation that not only has destroyed my life, but lurking in the wings to destroy the American consumer and their families too.

I was born and raised in Sacramento, California. My family on both sides helped settle this state in the middle 1800s; Breuner’s Furniture on my paternal side: the Diamond K Ranch in Roseville, California on my maternal. I’m the youngest of four girls.

In fact my great grandfathers’ 120 desks, hand built by him, are still used in the Sacramento Capitol today. Ronald Reagan kept his horses on my mother’s ranch when he was governor. I enjoyed the personal relationship I had with Reagan when I was seventeen picnicking on the oak tree bench my mother built as a child. He was a very kind gentleman.

Both my parents died when I was twenty years old in 1969; I inherited about four and a half million dollars, as did my three much older sisters.

What lucky girls, right? Not really. I certainly had all the security one would need in life and I was grateful, but this would also be a lifelong curse that eventually sent me into the streets.

I was too young to understand what was most probably going on behind my back from the day after my sisters and I buried my mother. My attorney and second removed brother-in-law Anthony M. Kennedy Esq. was my sister’s and my counsel…today US Justice Anthony M. Kennedy. He recommended that I create a trust to protect my assets, which I did.

I married; moved to Michigan; had three beautiful daughters for which I created trusts as well. One day after twenty-four years of a very happy marriage and family life, my husband, Rick tried to murder me? I obviously survived physically, but this incident completely shocked me to my soul? Thereafter I lost my whole family including my precious grown daughters with whom I had always had a wonderful relationship? I was devastated, confused and almost suicidal.

By the year 2000 I was divorced and worth only seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars, wondering what could have possibly happened to my life and assets?

My ex-husband married a financial advisor about a month after the ink dried on the divorce decree. I thought, “Oh my God what in the world is going on?”

Eventually I picked myself up and continued with my other lifelong dream, being a fashion designer, and started my own business with Larry my business partner and a furniture designer. We were doing really well; finding a committed loving relationship too. But my past was still haunting me as weird mafia like financial crimes were becoming evident; then it became obvious that elite financiers and a few national financial institutions were in collusion stealing the assets I had. I felt that my ex- husband was involved, yet didn’t know for sure? In 2004 I finally discovered that my trust had been embezzled to the tune of eighty million dollars over my marriage; I understood the attempt on my life and considered perhaps my whole family was involved? Was this the reason they abandoned me?

I summoned the US Attorney General, FBI, multiple financial watchdogs and four state attorney generals starting in 2001, when I first saw the federal crimes occurring, but before I found the embezzlement. I have continued to contact these protectors of the public now for over ten years, while they ignore me with form letters, from behind closed doors of secrecy, and watch still more federal crimes attack me like mafia hits. I mean a two year old could see the out and out criminal acts occurring, yet these government authorities refused to launch an investigation, review documents, interview me, or stop the crimes.

By 2005, Larry and my business is destroyed because of the continued crimes of the financial institutions. Both our credit unlawfully ruined. My attorney commits still more criminal acts and evicts us from our two million dollar home in Steamboat Springs, Colorado in 2007. The government authorities watch, from behind closed doors of secrecy.

Larry and I are thrown into the streets with six dogs.

By now we had figured out that “The Fort” is in place in this country that sanctions these financial crimes and assures the criminals get away with them. They consist of the financial institutions and government authorities first and foremost. Then add the attorneys that we the victims hire to help. They instead protect the financial institutions, under the table. Spinkle in the corrupt judges. Now throw in the media who refuses to report to the public that these financial institutions are embezzling assets and the government authorities are purposely ignoring the crimes. What a horrendous scenario!

So Larry and I have been pretty much in the streets since 2007, continuing to write every government authority there is. In fact I’ve written every politician, congressman, assemblyman and senator that would have jurisdiction over this and those who don’t. I continue to write the media and alternative media. They continue to ignore me: even the ones who call themselves God loving American Patriots.

We have lost five of our precious dogs. Our weenie dog is with us.

Neither Larry nor I can get employment though we continually try. Talent means nothing and together we have lots, but we’re too old with destroyed credit. We sell our belongings like peddlers for money and we write. Together we’ve written three screenplays. I’ve written a four-part memoir, in it’s fifth month of being reviewed by four large publishers.

Our writing is our only hope of survival, but while we wait our life has become very grave.

We were almost arrested the other day for having 2010 tags on our truck. We know better, but just haven’t been able to afford registration, rent and eat. We opted to eat and pay rent on our campsite. Our mistake. Now we have a fix-it ticket and can’t drive the truck until we get this all straightened out. Problem is we can’t afford to, and we’ve now been locked out of our storage unit, where we find things to sell. This will lead to us being evicted from our tent space and the loss of all legal documents and family photos that are in storage.

Why I’d want these family photos at this point God only knows, but the documents!

This is exactly what our government authorities want from victims like myself and now Larry… to lose all possibilities in helping ourselves and holding them responsible.

Ultimately our government authorities are responsible. How in the world can crime like this go unaddressed? The national financial institutions interact with the public everyday and these federal crimes, with different stories end the same… the victim’s die from poverty and exposure in the streets.

Our government calls them, “the homeless without jobs,” like it's some frustrating problem they have no idea how to solve? Well it's not. And the public has no clue. I'm confident there would be far less homeless if the government authorities were exposed for not regulating the financial institutions, for which we pay our federal income taxes.

If this isn’t another round of a Hitler regime, I don’t know what is? Our government learned from the past however. “Don’t burn the public in ovens; destroy them financially and let them die naturally in the streets. No one will be the wiser.”

The only reason I can see for this behavior, after now eleven years of trying to get the proper authorities to even talk to me, is our government likes it like this and they benefit from the crimes.

Please view the link below. I will continue to post new videos to this link, listing the exact crimes that took place. Like I mentioned earlier, most of these crimes are so obvious a two year old could understand them…without the ability to read or a law book in sight.

Stay tuned for the next installment, so long as I have the ability.

http://www.youtube.com/user/WinifredsRedemption/videos




See You Next Time,

Deborah Breuner