Heiress Lives In A Tent: How To Thrive Off Other's Misery.

Now that my assets have all been embezzled by my now ex-husband and a few national financial institutions, that do business with the public everyday, while never being investigated by the proper government authorities to whom our taxes go for this protection…it gets worse.

Of course this is just my life; but if you’re smart you’ll see that my situation is your metaphor.

Why you may ask? Because federal financial crimes are not being investigated in this country, which means the elite criminals that commit these crimes are confident they won’t be held accountable, which also means if an outrageous financial crime hits your life and family, you’ll very likely end up like me…in the street homeless and penniless with your credit criminally destroyed; unable to retain employment.

But, there’s a new business in West Bloomfield, Michigan called A-List Treasures LLC. They advertize themselves as a charity that accepts donations from celebrities. They auction off these items and the money goes to help the needy. With plenty of luck and good business sense they’ll soon be here in California? Yet, I’m sure they’ll accept donations no matter where they come from now. I don’t know you’ll have to ask? That is if you can get to them? It's difficult I'd suspect as they sit behind closed doors of secrecy, or in other words, you must register on their site in order to get their attention. Screening I'd assume, to protect themselves from scammers.



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A-List Treasures is an exclusive auction website for celebrities and a-listers who wish to turn their possessions into cash for their favorite charity or private foundation. Celebrity treasures shouldn’t get lost in a sea of ordinary auction items on overstocked websites. These pre-owned prizes are unique treasures because of who owned them.



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Our auctions benefit many:


As a buyer, you get a special object or collectible that was previously owned by someone you admire.A celebrity recycles what they no longer want or need into charitable contributions for the causes they wish to support.A charity or private foundation benefits from the proceeds to help those in need and further expand their community outreach.





It’s a WIN for all!


A-List Treasures, LLC is a family-owned business based in southeastern Michigan. For founders, Lauren Davis and Kelly Davis Geresy this venture was born out of a creative need to help a variety of others.

I think the last line here is what turns my stomach the most, “For founders, Lauren Davis and Kelly Davis Geresy this venture was born out of a creative need to help a variety of others.”

Really?

You see Kelly Geresy is my youngest daughter. She was born October 12, 1976 and one of the most beautiful infants, next to my other two when they were born, I’d ever set eyes upon. She grew into an adorable child, with waist length blonde hair and blue eyes, who loved Ms. Piggy.

Apparently a metaphor I didn’t get at the time.

Anyway, since my precious Kelly was ten and seven years younger than her sisters, Alison and Alexis she and I were best buds from her birth until the last time I saw her, which I believe, was 1999?

During her pre-teen through teenage years we were inseparable as we became more like sisters. She never seemed to hit those unpleasant years of rebellion against her mother, as her sisters went through for a while. Instead we shared cooking; dance lessons and recitals; skiing; shopping; discussing her relationships with boys and we even got our first tattoos together up at Michigan State when she was attending college.

As much as I loved all my daughters, Kelly and I had this thing, born out of the age difference between she and her sisters. She came along once Alison and Alexis had already bonded. At the same time they adored Kelly, and she them. There really was never a time I wasn’t beaming with pride over my three beautiful daughters. What’s more we all shared a close happy relationship…with lots of sharing experiences and laughter.

This is why my situation is so horrid. My daughters were my life and greed has taken them from me. Yet I raised them with ethics, morals, integrity and the Bible?

I can’t put my finger on when this greed took over but it instantly slapped me in the face on October 13, 1997 when my now ex-husband tried to murder me during our twenty-four year happy marriage. At the same time my children shockingly turned on me like vipers along with the only family of origin I have, my sisters. My oldest sister is an Episcopal Canon, a priest to most other religions?

I hadn’t seen one ounce of warning. Were they all plotting their financial heist of my assets behind my back?

Later I would find out that my husband had a very interesting long time girlfriend. She was a financial advisor. He would marry her one-month after our divorce, while my grown daughters supported the relationship and marriage?

I was sent into exile in shock.

It wouldn’t be long before I was being hit by what felt like “financial mafia” as KeyBank committed one federal crime after the other against me; then I found the embezzlement of eighty million dollars from my trust account. The KeyBank crimes started in 2000 the embezzlement was discovered by pure accident in 2004.

Now I at least understood why my family had abandoned me? I was confidant my ex-husband, Rick was at the bottom of it all since he had been one of my trustees on my trust account. I even understood why, Lauren, his new wife, may have been a bigger asset to him than I thought. But, how were my own children involved? Are my sisters involved too?

Well I don’t know and still don’t? I can only look for the signs and metaphors. One clue might be that all three of my beautiful daughters have refused to even talk to me in over ten years, but they’ve stayed in touch with my sisters and are devoted to their father and stepmother, Lauren.

Now Kelly has created a business with her stepmother, Lauren, my replacement for wife-Mother-and-giver-of-love-life-with-lots-of-assets so to speak. They call their business a family venture that will be a win for all.

Again, “For founders, Lauren Davis and Kelly Davis Geresy this venture was born out of a creative need to help a variety of others.”

Hum, I live in the streets, homeless and penniless with my credit destroyed, unable to get employment. Will you help me?

I’d bet not.

Additionally, in my experience ethical, moral people with integrity don't go into these kinds of businesses. Or I should say I haven't met one yet...there's still time.

Besides with what I believe has happened to my assets I’m not sure where all this charity money is actually going?  It smells kind of “crimey.” If you think you might want to do business with them, I’d advise talking to the recipients of their efforts, not that this will do any good. You’ll never know how much they actually earned before the charity monies went to the poor?

The government authorities should have gotten on all this embezzlement accomplished by a number of national financial institutions and trustees; plus the federal crime committed by KeyBank, which I reported first twelve years ago and have continued to do so since. They ignore me with form letters directing me elsewhere, instead of investigating.

They may have therefore stopped any continuing crimes, going on in this country, because these elite financial criminals would be afraid they’d get caught. They’re not. In fact elite financial criminals know the government authorities won’t bat an eye. This is how they’re one gargantuan step ahead of their victims…you and me.



By: Deborah Breuner

Part 2 Heiress Lives In A Tent: Then $ Now

Back then, I mean before a couple of national financial institutions embezzled all my assets from my trust account, I planned meals based on what was in season or what sounded good. Now I plan meals based on what is the cheapest, sometimes it’s based on what we have. I’ve just turned 63 and most nights I go to sleep hungry. This is the United States of America. NO ONE should ever go to bed hungry. Yet, millions of Americans do because of the ultimate crimes...government corruption.

Back then I dressed according to what I had planned for a particular day, whether I was working around the house, designing a new garment; going shopping or attending a black tie event at the Grosse Pointe Yacht Club in Grosse Pointe, Michigan.

Now every single day is the same, every day is about survival. So it really doesn’t matter what I wear. In fact the longer I can wear an outfit the better, because it costs a lot of money to wash clothing. That money is better spent on food.

Back then I tended to myself, husband, children, pets, home and family, in this exact order because “Charity starts at home” remember? Now I’m barely taking care of myself because I can’t afford to. I can’t afford to keep my lifeline, the Internet, running and plug in the small pathetic heater in the tent; so I opt to keep the Internet going affording me the luxury of, “twittering” and submitting articles.

Back then when I wanted to get somewhere, I’d jump into my Jeep Overland, usually to complete an errand for someone I loved or take a class on a subject that would make me a better, wife, mother, friend and artist.  I could use my cell phone any time I wanted to. Now I usually have six minutes left to talk and must walk a mile before I use it. My 1998 Dodge truck, which I traded my 2009 GMC for, three years ago, no longer runs; has expired tags and sits in front of my tent as a reminder of the travesty of my life because of unaddressed crimes committed against me that the government authorities refuse to investigate from behind closed doors of secrecy.

Back then when I needed to take a shower, I unconsciously disrobed; showered in a beautiful tiled environment and dressed; going about my day. If I were going to a party that evening I’d take another one. Now I must walk two miles to the shower, while it’s filthy and crawling with spiders.

Ah, and cooking for my adored family then would involve hours of cookbook study and a “Ta Da” when they’d arrive home for dinner to a perfectly set family table. The exquisite meal prepared on a gas Wolf Range or in the oven. Now I’m trying to cook whatever my Sweetie, Larry and I can find to eat in the iceless cooler, between one broken cook top burner and an over used tiny gas grill…that is if we can afford the propane. Most of the time we can’t.

Hey America having trouble with your weight? Well never mind. When you land in the street because of unaddressed financial and real estate crimes, the good news will be you’ll finally get skinny because there will be little food. What’s still better, depending on what state you’re residing in the street, you won’t be given donations of food because in many states it’s today against the law to feed you. Now you’ll get really skinny and you can write a book on how you did it. The publisher’s advance will pull you out of the streets, while you get fat again. Now you’ll have to explain your philosophy on dieting to an untrusting audience.

Yippee! A new reality TV program is born.

Back then when someone in my family or I got sick I’d run to the doctor or emergency room at the Henry Ford Hospital. Now Larry, Bu Bu and I muddle through guessing about what might be wrong? And, whatever it is “Tuff Titties.”

No there are no government programs that help an heiress who paid huge state and federal income taxes for years, created a business from scratch, lasting only a short time, because of the federal financial crimes committed against she, her trust, her shared business with her partner. Her partner, Larry’s life is destroyed in this way too, for many of the same reasons. Neither of us can retain employment because of unlawfully, criminally destroyed credit.

And, the friends I had back then were the powerful who take part in running our financial institutions and country; they also took part in making sure I landed in the street. Now Larry and my friends consist of others whom have been victims of the same unaddressed crimes that attacked our lives.

Back then I designed, had built and decorated two multi-million dollars homes; my trust paid for and owned these homes; I paid less that three hundred and fifty thousand dollars for them; they appreciated to be worth millions. Now I live in a tent and have for two years, while the family I loved enjoy my assets embezzled by their father and a few national financial institutions; unaddressed by the government authorities.

Back then I wallowed trustingly in my position as a new grandmother to dear sweet Clayton, my first grandchild. Now I check the Internet for new births of my grand babies…equal to six whom I’ve never met or met briefly when one other was an infant.

Back then my daughters said, “Meré you’re the best Mother in the world; none could be better we love you with all our hearts.” Their actions said the same. My husband said everyday, “You are the sunshine of my life,” his actions claimed the same for twenty-four years. Stevie Wonder’s song, titled above was our wedding march on the shores of Lake Tahoe commenced by the Northern, California Episcopal Bishop; Bishop Hayden in 1974.

When the divorce decree ink had dried for one month, my ex-husband arrogantly pranced down the isle with his new squeeze, Lauren the financial advisor, to “You Are The Sunshine Of My Life.” My beautiful now grown daughters stood beside them after instantly kicking me out of their lives.

Jealousy and greed is an interesting affliction in this country, starting at the top…our government. We now can see it reflected in our families.

But, when all has been said and done I finally know what real love feels like. My sweet Larry is still by my side as we fight this battle together. Our precious weenie dog Bu Bu loves us with all his heart. The world should be so lucky. And what we can accomplish through this love will be our miracle.

By: Deborah Breuner

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

What Happened To Ethics, Morals $ Integrity?

March 31, 2012

Here’s an interesting question to ponder if it doesn’t scare you too much to analyze?

 “ Is our United States of America in such financial ruin that the government is sanctioning embezzlement from consumers’ accounts, safely stowed away in financial institutions and insured to a degree, in order to beef up their own bottom line?”

Does it bother you that Obama bails out the financial institutions after hearing a story like mine? I assure you I’m not the only victim. What has happened to me is a metaphor to what is happening to the rest of society.

Never mind the insured part because if theft of your assets should occur in your financial institution, the government authorities will never investigate so these are just words of faith that mean nothing.

It’s another lie the lame stream and alternative media will shout across the airways, while you’re eating your breakfast. But, by the time you hit the freeway, on your way to work, feeling all comfy and cozy with confidence that your funds are safe, because you just heard the news about another scoundrel caught in a ponzi scheme and the financial institution involved will be investigated too, corruption is actually taking over.

Oh, the news claimed they were being investigated but eventually the sacrificial lamb will be sentenced to prison and the financial institution involved will be doing business as usual with their customers’ funds. There won’t be another word spoken.

This is what is called in Magician language as the sleight of hand.

I’ve learned an interesting fact about myself over the last sixty-three years of my life. What happens to me has always been an indicator and metaphor to what happens to others. And, for whatever reason things always happen to me first.

Thank God!

I actually hate this fact, because when experiences touch my life that no one else in my circle of friends and acquaintances have experienced yet, I’m looked upon with an attitude, “For heaven’s sake what did you do to create that?”

Well at this point I do understand because the, government controlled, media has convinced most of the public, with their outright lies including subliminal messages, that anything bad that happens to us is our own damn fault.

This is the Magician language again, the sleight of hand.

We’ve also been convinced that we have choices of belonging to the liberal, conservative, libertarian or independent parties, as we rally together over our perspective candidate who promises to change the state of what is happening to this country.

This once more is Magician language and more sleight of hand ideals.

From what I’ve seen and experienced we the American public are being sold a bill of goods while there really aren’t any differences in political parties. All the politicians, the government and financial institutions are working together to take over this country in order to benefit themselves. The law is turning a blind eye and most probably earning multiple muslin bags of cash to do this?

Ask yourselves, “Why do most politicians start out with nothing and within just a short time they’re rolling in assets?”

The American public is already standing in bread lines, or living on food stamps. They have lost their homes through unlawful foreclosures. Horrendous embezzlements are taking place, by our financial institutions, and going unaddressed by the government authorities.

Yes, there are some of us who are benefiting from what “The Fort” is doing to the American public. These are the businesses, very often-new ones that are sitting in the wings waiting for the opportunity to reap the rewards from the consequences of the outrageous federal crimes committed against the rest of us. They’re purchasing our precious heirlooms and belongings, for pennies on the dollar, items they would otherwise not be able to afford. They’re either reselling or hoarding them for themselves, thinking they just made a killing.

The fact is they’re living off a band-aid.

They think they’re saving themselves from the economy; gathering treasures they’ve always wanted and can now afford by taking advantage of those whom are suffering.

However, soon there will be no buyers for these ill-gotten treasures and today’s vultures will be giving their stash away tomorrow, because they can’t afford to pay the storage costs.

All the while the financial institutions continue to commit financial federal crimes against the consumer; the authorities purposely ignore them; government demands more taxes and bails out the banks and the corrupt politicians are becoming wealthier every year.

The lame stream and alternative media will be, as they are now, using Magician language to deter the public from the truth.

I believe we’ve already realized that there is no candidate for the upcoming election that will turn this country around.

Until our leaders are elected and appointed using ethics, morals and integrity as the rule of thumb to run the United States of America, we are doomed.



By: Deborah Breuner

Part 2 US Justice Anthony M. Kennedy...I called him Tony.

March 30, 2012

As stated exactly on Wikipedia about Justice Anthony M. Kennedy:

Kennedy was born and raised in Sacramento, California, the son of Anthony J. Kennedy, an attorney with a reputation for influence in the California legislature, and Gladys (née McLeod), who participated in many local civic activities.[5] As a boy, Kennedy came into contact with prominent politicians of the day, such as California Governor and later U.S. Chief Justice Earl Warren. He served as a page in the California State Senate as a young man.[6] He is not a member of the Kennedy political family.

Kennedy graduated from C. K. McClatchy High School in 1954. He was an undergraduate student at Stanford University from 1954–58, graduating with a B.A. in Political Science, after spending his senior year at the London School of Economics.[7] He earned an LL.B from Harvard Law School, graduating cum laude in 1961.

Kennedy was in private practice in San Francisco from 1961 to 1963. In 1963, following his father's death, he took over his father's Sacramento practice, which he operated until 1975.[6] From 1965 to 1988, he was a Professor of Constitutional Law at McGeorge School of Law, at the University of the Pacific[7]. He continues to teach law students, for example, at seminars during McGeorge's European summer sessions in Salzburg, Austria. He remains Pacific McGeorge's longest-serving active faculty member.

During Kennedy's time as a California law professor and attorney, he helped California Governor Ronald Reagan draft a state tax proposal.[6]

Kennedy has served in numerous positions during his career, including the California Army National Guard in 1961 and the board of the Federal Judicial Center from 1987 to 1988. He also served on two committees of the Judicial Conference of the United States: the Advisory Panel on Financial Disclosure Reports and Judicial Activities (subsequently renamed the Advisory Committee on Codes of Conduct) from 1979 to 1987, and the Committee on Pacific Territories from 1979 to 1990, which he chaired from 1982 to 1990.

On March 3, 1975, upon Reagan's recommendation,[6] President Gerald Ford nominated Kennedy to the seat on the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit that had been vacated by Charles Merton Merrill. Kennedy was unanimously confirmed by the United States Senate on March 20, 1975, and received his commission on March 24, 1975.

Kennedy is married to Mary Davis and has three children.



Well I’ll be, until I copied Tony’s CVs I’ve never noticed that he was unanimously confirmed by the United States Senate on March 20, 1975 to the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit. He received his commission on March 24, 1975.

It must be a metaphor, March 24th is my birthday, and 1975 was the year the Deborah C. Davis Trust was born aka known as the Deborah Breuner Davis Trust.  In that same year, I created trusts for my then two daughters Alison and Alexis; a year later I created a trust for my newly born daughter, Kelly.

With the background and education Tony has how could my trust get embezzled? I’ve heard that my daughters’ trusts are gone too? But, I don’t know for sure because the account statements have been withheld from me since 1997 along with my own?

My daughters stopped communicating with me, all together, as soon as my divorce was final with Richard L. Davis II in the year 2000.

My daughters’ trusts were set up so that they could not receive the principal until the age of thirty-five. In 2000 my oldest daughter Alison was just thirty-three years old; Alexis was thirty-one and Kelly seven years younger than she.

It was 1997 that my then husband Rick tried to murder me; I survived; thereafter he started spreading untrue rumors about my mental health; my children and family disowned me, while all my assets seemed to have disappeared?

As I said earlier, I don’t know what happened to my children’s trusts? I know that a question I asked about Alexis’ trust seemed to spawn the attempt on my life?

And, if my daughters still had trusts, they would not be able to have the funds be dispersed without my signature since I was the grantor and trustee.

But, now they are all well past thirty-five years old; if they have these funds my signature was forged; legal and financial elite helped and allowed this? After what I’ve witnessed in the legal world, attorneys forging signatures is an everyday occurrence. If these trusts, like mine, were embezzled then my daughters may have been lied to about what happened to them?

Yet, the problem with this analogy is that my daughters would feel anger with me over the loss of their funds. They aren’t. Instead they treat me as if I never existed? And, refuse to address their trusts?

There are so many metaphors in the way Tony Kennedy, my family and the financial institutions involved with my funds act, yet there has never been anything done, such as an investigation by the only authorities who can investigate federal financial crimes…the government authorities.

The biggest question of all, “Why would my beautiful daughters abandon a mother whom they loved deeply, and who loved them back as deeply, instantly overnight?”

Well I believe Tony Kennedy knows something? Yet, even after my trying to contact him since 2004 I’ve received no attention?

My brother-in-law, Gerard Harrison Davis, my most direct and easiest connection to Tony Kennedy purposely lied to me about helping me get in touch with him. Then Gerard died in around 2006? His widow, my sister, Kitty refuses to get Tony’s attention for me?

To this day I wonder if my ex-husband Rick Davis, of twenty-four years from Michigan, was actually somehow related to my now deceased brother-in-law, Gerard Davis from California?

I didn’t actually meet Rick by pure chance, as I once believed?  He was actually a plant conjured up by my greedy family and Tony Kennedy?

Then Tony Kennedy says to me in 1974 when I was about to accept Rick’s hand in marriage “I’ll have to check out that Michigan Davis family to make sure they’re not some low life’s after your money?”

Like Tim Kennedy, Tony’s brother, being struck from his past; so have I with no explanation for this behavior, except my vanishing trust.

Is Tony trying to hide something? The metaphors say he is along with many other clues.

But, in this country, all that has to be done is to ignore the horrendous heist; protect those involved from behind closed doors of secrecy; pretend the victim is crazy or never existed.

One way this is done is to destroy all photographs.  But, you see I still have my own because they were taken with my Canon camera, which I carried with me everywhere I went to capture milestones of my children and family. What was their one mistake? They grabbed my camera and shot multiple images of their sister, Mother and wife. I even have photographs of Tony Kennedy at my wedding, which took place August 10, 1974 on the shores of Lake Tahoe in Homewood, California.

How do I know about the discarded photographs? Before I understood what was going on in my life, I observed while in my daughter Alison’s home that all photos that included me had vanished… even the more recent, Mother daughter wedding pictures?

My many friends acquired over the years have been told I’ve gone off the deep end. If I have, would I be able to write?

I do not have time to put energy into arguing my case. Have you noticed people believe whatever is the easiest? This is actually good. I’ve at least found who my true friends are.

I’m confident my family today would say, “She’s nuts! Look she spelled a word wrong!” Or, my favorite description of me of all times, “She’s so angry she uses the  “F” word!” I say, “There’s a proper time and place for everything and this would be the time and place for…

How do I know this? Because at the beginning of my discovery and life crisis this is exactly how my grief was addressed.

When I asked my beautiful daughter Alison where all the precious photos had gone that included me, her answer was, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

Well now this answer along with many other obtuse remarks by my family made me so angry, back then, that I was often heard using the “F” word. The response was always, “Why don’t you stop using that word, you’re disgusting?” Not, “Gee, I can understand your anger, let’s call the authorities and get to the bottom of this horrendous crime.”

Ah, the metaphors just keep rolling in, now don’t they? Is this not how our government treats every last consumer in this country?

Ask yourselves what will be the next step in all this?  Well, that would be me dying in the street. But, while I have anything to say…it won’t happen.

Justice Anthony M. Kennedy is running your lives too. And, until I revealed this story, I’d assume the public didn’t know that this kind of crime is going on in their backyards…not just in the mafia world.

The lame stream and alternative media would be at fault for this.

I’ve learned all I care to know about hidden mafia crime; how it’s committed and how the victim is shut up.

It’s easy; make sure they lose all their assets; unlawfully destroy their credit; pretend the victim is either crazy or no longer exists. There are other ways to skin a cat, when killing them outright fails.

What has happened to my trust under the advice and early guidance of Anthony M. Kennedy Esq. is outrageous if you consider what the public is lead to believe about him; the metaphor to his true character was revealed to me slowly as I grew up.

What is the most telling of all? That would be personality traits Tony, my family, ex-husband and the government share. Get rid of all possible proof the victim existed; then lie about what happened to them.

I believe Tony Kennedy to be as corrupt as any leader we have today. The corruption has hit our leaders who are liberals, conservatives, libertarians and independents; our United States of America has become as corrupt as any foreign leader could possibly create. It’s called domestic terrorism.

The public is not dealing with what we’re tricked into addressing. Who’s the best candidate for the next upcoming election? We’re dealing with government crime that will continue no matter who is elected.

Have we heard one candidate discuss at length the federal crimes being committed by our financial institutions? Some may touch on the foreclosures momentarily, blaming mostly the victims, then move on to whatever doesn’t matter if the whole of the public is homeless and penniless. At this point we can marry a tree and there’s no one who will care.

Did Tony Kennedy actually steal from me as his client, his second removed sister-in-law…a relative? I have no idea? Were there other attorneys and trustees involved? Yes. The other confidents and trustees were attorneys who didn’t do a thing without consulting with Tony Kennedy first…so it was confirmed.

While the government authorities have refused to investigate, I’ve sought hundreds more attorneys to help me; one law firm after the other continue to turn me down; not one however claims there have been no crimes. They instead say nothing except “No we can’t help you,” from behind more doors of secrecy.

The Internet is a wonderful tool for the criminal in many more ways than one. Yet, stunning proof can be obtained here too…proof that’s never purposely observed by the proper authorities. Unless of course you die publicly and there’s blood all over the place.

What do you think is going on here? Do you believe the crimes committed against me concern you too?

I can only address the first question with, “If it looks like a duck; walks like a duck; sounds like a duck, then it must be a duck.” Metaphors are revealing too.

I can answer the second question with conviction. Yes, this concerns all Americans for many obvious reasons, but I’ve seen with my own eyes, the federal crimes arrogantly committed by the financial institutions, ignored by the government authorities, that allow all these unlawful foreclosures at the very least. These criminal actions alone are destroying consumers’ lives.

The victims to these unlawful, criminal foreclosures are instantly thrown into fight or flight syndrome. Many have no clue to what crimes have been committed? Besides this they're in  turmoil with unlawfully destroyed credit. They have lost their employment as instant poverty sets in, inhibiting their ability to even investigate what just happened to them; not that anyone will investigate anyway. The attorneys they hire, more often than not, are encouraged to turn their heads away from the serious federal crimes committed against their own clients.

Our government is sanctioning federal crimes committed against us all; they’re approving whatever can be taken from whomever. The zeros involved have nothing to do with anything. If you have only five dollars in your account, even a trust account, your financial institution can very well just remove it at will; no explanation required.

If you report the federal crime, to the proper authorities, you’ll find your complaint turned against you like a mafia hit.

I wonder what a full-fledged federal investigation would uncover? No one will ever be the wiser, because launching a probe into any financial institution will never come to pass.

Then Obama orders another bailout!

If Tony Kennedy were asked any questions about my situation, that is if one could even get close enough to ask, I’m confident he’d arrogantly state from behind closed doors of secrecy, “No comment, attorney client privilege.”

This is a statement very familiar to the tortured mind and soul… a trick of the trade.

The only stories that should be instructing the public to what is going on around them in the world concerning, “The Fort” are the personal stories.



By: Deborah Breuner

US Justice Anthony M. Kennedy...I called him Tony.

March 28, 2012

When I was very young I use to dance at the knees of Justice Anthony “Tony” Kennedy. This would usually take place on New Years Eve at Lake Tahoe in my parent’s cabin near Brockway right next to the California/ Nevada state line called Cal Neva.

I recall just once skiing with him, my sister, Kitty, her then boyfriend, Gerard, and a few others at Alpine Meadows. But once I whipped passed their group on the mountain I didn’t see them again until four PM and time to leave. I was out skiing my sister Kitty by the time I was six years old. For no other reason than I loved the sport and I don’t believe she did? She prefered, along with her many friends to dress in Bogner ski wear and sit in the bars.

In all honesty, I didn’t think much about Tony Kennedy good or bad? Actually I’d probably have never noticed him had he not been so tall; wearing glasses; uppity; mingling with other teenagers much shorter, wearing no glasses.

I recall thinking glasses odd when he was so young; what was odder still he loved himself, when if I were he in my mind then I’d be embarrassed to be caught dead in glasses? I’m not sure I realized that I was much younger than Tony? But, I am by twelve years and today I appreciate this.

Tony Kennedy back between the middle fifties to late sixties was one of my older sister Kitty’s many friends that she’d bring up to our cabin on Lake Tahoe.

My mother called these events “house parties,” while she cooked two huge meals a day for all of us. Sometimes she’d be cooking for up to thirty quests per meal for a week after the holidays.  For many years most of the guests in number were Kitty’s friends; she was the teenager; my two older sisters were married and often not around at Tahoe; I was growing up from a child in the midst of juicy things to watch.

I could see Mother was truly in her glory over these grand but casual events.

Being the youngest of four sisters I had learned early in my life to watch and observe in order to get information. If I wanted the truth about anything I could ask Mother and she’d tell me, leaving out anything unpleasant; Dad would lie; my sisters hated me from the day I was born, which I could feel, so I wouldn’t even consider asking them for an opinion on much of anything.

Oddly my sister Kitty’s friends loved me. When they’d all show up at Tahoe for these house parties I had so much positive attention and fun it was difficult to return to Sacramento and my friends; closer to my age.

 Of course back in those years all I wanted in life was to be exactly like my sister Kitty. I thought she was the most beautiful human being on this planet, but first I had to earn her love.

How this played into these huge house parties my mother put on would probably be a psychiatrist’s next major study for which he or she would win the Pulitzer Prize?

One of Kitty’s friends, standing out predominantly today in my memory, was Tim Kennedy, Tony Kennedy’s brother. He made me laugh until I was doubled over in pain. He was nothing like Tony, but instead, brighter, heavier; very nice and I believe older? He was also an attorney. I recall attending his wedding with my parents. The next I heard he had died in Hawaii in a tragic accident during the honeymoon?

I find it interesting today that on Wikipedia, Timothy Francis Kennedy and CalBar number 39204 isn’t even mentioned in Tony Kennedy’s personal history? I know he had a brother; I met and laughed with him. What I don’t know is if the above deceased attorney is Justice Anthony M. Kennedy’s brother. I think he is? I can find nothing else written about him?

What I find curious and a metaphor that gives answers about Justice Anthony M. Kennedy, “Why in the world would you pretend you’re an only child? Have you hoped that eventually no one would ever know your brother Tim ever lived?”

I believe the American public should know the answer to this. Tony Kennedy runs our lives, ruling on laws, while he can’t for some reason deal with his brother’s death openly?  If this is the case, say so. But, to obviously hide that his brother even existed say’s way too much?

I must say, now with my age and experience, that like the government authorities ignore victims of serious financial crime, with form letters directing them elsewhere for years refraining from even mentioning the crimes, that their purpose is to eventually bury the fact that the crimes occurred at all?

Their goal is to eventually see the victims questioning themselves?

Is Tony Kennedy burying his brother from ever existing so he’ll shine above him?

If you’ve learned anything about me through the latest articles I’ve written for Before It’s News you understand the importance of metaphor in my life. Often times metaphors are the only way I can find the truth amidst so many untruths told for various reasons within my family and elsewhere because of greed I would eventually find out.

And, when one is talking about millions and millions of dollars protected in a trust under a twenty-five year old woman’s name, whose parents are deceased, and her sisters extremely jealous of her, the metaphor is disaster, so I would eventually find out too.

If I hadn’t met, laughed and danced with Tim Kennedy I might be questioning if he ever lived? I am questioning what I remember otherwise?

Again I’m not a political person nor do I believe in any political party today. They are all full of greed and corruption. I believe that anyone who holds a place in this country as a leader better have ethics, morals and integrity as their personal creed or they shouldn’t even run for or be appointed to any position of leadership.

Because I didn’t understand metaphors well enough back in 1969 when my parent’s died I allowed Anthony “Tony” Kennedy Esq. to be my attorney. If my memory serves me correctly his brother Tim had already died or I know I would have chosen him over Tony, because by this time I was twenty years old and Tony Kennedy scared me. I was thinking this was true because he was a big old muckity-muck who Reagan admired, and I was just the little mother at home with two infant daughters. What the hell did I know? Besides this Tony Kennedy was a distant brother-in-law-of mine.

One day I was visiting my sister Kitty, and her now husband, Gerard in their home on Forty-sixth & J Street in Sacramento. As I recall it was some holiday celebration such as Easter? There were lots of relatives present. Tony Kennedy was there because he was now married to Gerard’s twin sister, Mary Davis, whom by the way was one of the most beautiful women in her day that I’d ever seen. She looked like Snow White would look if she were real.

Everyone had children and they were all present running around like out-of-control bandits.

My two daughters looked on at what they were seeing as if I just threw them into the jungle and asked them to fend for themselves.

What we saw was Mary and Tony Kennedy’s sons running around with red and black permanent markers; creating three-year-old's art on the back of my sister’s white velvet Baker over stuffed chairs. Should I mention my sister Kitty’s home was the type that could have been photographed for House Beautiful or my made up magazine, The Best In OCD Created Beauty.

What’s odder still no one seemed to care but me? I was shocked! My three and a half year old daughter, Alison was shocked! My youngest daughter Alexis, at eighteen months old, stamped her little feet and started to scream in pain…as if she were panic stricken?

Well I was brought up in a multi-generational highly respected furniture business and taught to respect and create beauty; then take care of what I created. Kitty and my sisters were taught this too.

So my first shock was that Kitty would even allow this behavior in which her own daughters were involved?

My second shock was seeing Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy Esq. and his wife Mary encouraging their boys in this outrageous behavior?

My third shock was realizing that my sister had to have the chairs totally recovered and the next family event at her house?The Kennedy boys were at it again with their red and black permanent marker art, four-year-old-style now on Kitty’s white velvet Baker chairs. This went on for years.

I was about twenty-two years old when I had this first experience. I remember thinking only, “What kind of an example is this for your children; you’re obviously not teaching them respect?” I even wondered how Tony could be considered such a muckity-muck while having so little respect for others?

I was smart enough to understand why my sister Kitty tolerated Tony’s unruly boys. She and Gerard wanted to be his best buddies no matter what his moral and ethical code, through his actions, revealed.

Stupid me, as disgusted with Mary and Tony’s parenting skills as I was, did not think this affected Tony’s skills as an attorney. “I mean if you’re an attorney you have to follow the laws.”

With my experiences in life to date and from what I’ve learned, I should have run up hill away from Tony Kennedy back in 1970.

Yet, the scuttlebutt around Sacramento was already about Tony Kennedy and his conservative views? What he’d be doing next and blah, blah, blah.

At twenty-two years old this left me very confused? How in the world could he be considered anything but a slob with no manners, plus arrogant, and by this time Tony's nasty attitude had grown?

I was just too young to realize Tony Kennedy had given me all the clues and metaphors I needed to make the decision, “Do not trust this man.”

Instead, I allowed him to advise me on how to protect my assets.  My investigation into my trust has revealed that it was written perfectly to protect me. In 1997 I learned these assets had all been embezzled?

I have tried for over twelve years to retain my legal file from Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy Esq. He has ignored me. His old law firm was dissolved many years ago.

The government authorities refuse to investigate the federal crimes committed against my trust and me; therefore they won’t retain my file.

What I find interesting? Justice Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy is not of the quality of person to be a janitor. The metaphor to this is what has happened to me under his care, as my attorney from 1969-1974.

Besides his obvious low ethics, he has one of the worst cases of “lack of respect” I’ve actually ever seen since the Baker chairs, while he’s the “Swing Vote” for everything including Obamacare?

What I love the most is Tony’s latest reference to how, by law, we’re not obligated to help anyone unless they’re related to us.

Hum, how does this statement from Justice Kennedy relate to my needing, my file so I can find out what happened to my assets, which he advised that I put into a trust for protection? By law he and his firm still represents me, which means he still has a responsibility towards me? Or does this all go away because he’s a Supreme Court Justice?

My first clue and metaphor to whom Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy truly is started with his uppity attitude towards me when I was a child; the second the many Baker chair fiascos; the third was the way he treated me last I saw him in 1994? The forth is what has happened to my assets while I live in the streets homeless and penniless for now four years.

My question to him is, “What do you know about all this and where can I go to get this federal crime investigated?”

All the while, Justice Anthony “Tony” M. Kennedy is deciding for the American public if we should adopt Obamacare, socialized medicine, proven for decades NOT to work.

I’ve had friends over the years from England, who came to the United States of America for the soul purpose of having their teeth properly cared for. Their teeth were rotting out of their mouths because of socialized medicine.

Besides this, shouldn’t we as Americans know every single aspect of our leader’s lives before we elect or appoint them to office?

At least we could make educated decisions this way on whether we even had respect for them or if they deserved respect. No one should hold an office, over the public, unless they are of the higest in ethics, morals, and integrity.

Our corrupt government needs to get out of our personal lives and do one of their jobs, protect the public from financial crimes committed by the financial institutions, and other powerful entities, by investigating these  criminals, charging and prosecuting.

We the consumer would then not need socialized medicine or anything else.

What other crimes are going on in our country, hidden from the public, that if not occurring would free us all up to live our lives the way we wanted to?

Hum, I wonder why our government want's what they want and these outrageous ongoing crimes by the financial institutions, and financial elite continue?



By: Deborah Breuner