FRAUDULENT CORPORATE CLAIMS REVEALED AS COURTS DROWN IN SEA OF FAKE DEBT

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QuoteCourt doesnt know what a liability order is, confirmed by two different departments in the magistrates court, they dont issue summons or keep any records of what goes on cos they would be collecting evidence of themselves committing crimes


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBplLRJSDrQ   ???
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Please note the contents of this short piece are completely fictional, the events and characters herein bear no resemblance, actual or imagined to a firm of lying lawyers in the west riding and any false identification with the characters or the content is precisely just that...


QuoteONCE upon a time there was a cabal of crooked solicitors who decided they could get together as DEBT COLLECTORS and scam the people of their homes and property by misrepresenting the facts to the courts, the Land Registry and the gullible Police in order to get void possession judgements against their victims who were usually unaware of their rights. It was easy money and, for most in the firm, it gave them a power and a thrill that was palpably lacking in their private lives. Bullying had never been so profitable!  This cabal became known as DRYDEANS of BADFORD and they employed a naive local boy as their 'legal officer', an ironic title given the vast majority of the witness statements he signed on behalf of the firm for the banks were demonstrably false as he had no first hand knowledge of what he was claiming, under oath, was true. Which, of course, it wasn't

The lad's name was TOMMY BROOKLAND and boy was he busy during the GREAT ROTHSCHILD BANK HEIST (THE G.R.B.H) OF 2008 TO 2013 ...  a five year epoch during which tyranny was the name of the game for these desperadoes... They made hay from evictions, possession orders and coercion against weak and vulnerable people... they lied in courts up and down the land, hid the facts, denied mortgagors justice, employed former Rothshchild merchant bankers turned barristers skilled in the arts of sophistry to obfuscate the facts and committed FRAUD by misrepresentation and omission wherever they went.

Still, where there's muck there's brass, and DRYDEANS coined it in and as they did Tom's material wealth grew and grew... he splashed out on laser vision surgery to correct his squint, he bought a sporty BMW hatchback to improve his image and occasionally enjoyed spending his ill-gotten gains on Luciana, a wee Latvian lap dancer who always provided him with, for an extra 20 quid,  a 'happy ending'...

DRYDENS grew in direct proportion to poor Tom's lies. And so, one day they emerged with another group of lying lawyers to become DRYDEANSFAIRFUX ... though DRYDENSUNFAIRLYFUXYA may have been a more appropriate amalgamation...

At the back of Tom's mind was a nagging doubt... he usually was able to suppress it with a line of some allegedly Columbian coca powder but that didn't last long before the questions returned ~ "What if the banks are really creating money out of thin air? What if I am the fall guy for this debt collection agency? After all, none of them ever sign anything ... it's always me that they get to do it... Fucking hell, fraud carries a prison sentence!  ~ what if I have to do some time in Armley Prison?...  who'll come and visit me? Luciana certainly won't... not unless I pay her"... " I wonder if Karma exists?" ... 

And so the questions would roll in and round his brain, a mind so bereft of any level of critical thinking, that he had willingly swallowed all the lies and false assurances from his bosses for over 4 years now... It began with the questions and then came the nightmares. In one particularly horrific dream, he awoke bathed in a cold sweat having dreamt he was being evicted by a group of the very scum bag mortgagors who his lies had helped to evict in various towns and cities up and down the land.

He was horrified by their appearance on his doorstep. They were wearing white coats, some of the mouthier ones were carrying clipboards and making note of the property they were taking into two green vans, with a bright orange 'BanksterBusters tm' logo emblazoned on the side . The police were there but they were in clown suits, with oversized boots and limp rubber truncheons... when they drove off their cars fell to pieces and they laughed at Tom's tears as he pleaded with one of the taller men to let him back in his home which was being tinned up!

A white coated 'BanksterBuster' came up to him... "Tom Brookland?"
"Yes?"
"There you go... you've been served. You may wish to take independent legal action. Oh, and by the way, we've got the keys to the Beemer. See ya later, tommy boy"

Tom looked at the paper. It was a summons addressed to him inviting him to attend the Magistrates Court to answer multiple fraud charges from 2009 to 2013... "Noooo!" He screamed as the rain began to fall..."Nooooo!!"


Of course, it wasn't rain but rather his own sweat, dripping from every pore . . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kenGAXG2gE
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