The Stanislaus County Fourth Reich AKA the District Attorney

There are some that say the District Attorney and Sheriff County Seats should not be elected positions. Instead of justice and integrity of the legal system, instead we seem to witness more politically driven policy and procedure. I’m not talking about the ones they announce at what few press conferences they ever dare to have outside of their “campaign time”, but rather, policies and procedures that the general public is unaware of. Until now.

On February 2nd 2010 the “Central Valley Gang Impact Task Force”, which is basically an inter-departmental anti-gang terrorism co-op, lead by Steve P. Jacobson served a search warrant, citing orders coming straight from the wagging tongue of Birgit Fladager, District Attorney, the “elected” District Attorney of Stanislaus for nothing more than a single file folder. A file for defendant Gonzalo Rigoberto Lopez Lozaro. They hadn’t bothered to just “ask” for the file. And it was based on this far-fetched littlest of a thing, that they were able to convince Stanislaus County Judge Jack M. Jacobson (Mr. Rubber Stamp Your Forehead!) to sign a search warrant with just as much probable cause as the item mentioned.

Steve P. Jacobson, known on the street and internet as the “Juice” (and not for complimentary reasons) had already been casing the “joint”. Just a few days before on January 29th 2010 at about 3:15 delivering an “opposition” for the very same defendant. Certainly no vested interest there, now is there…

Soon After, the Juice, accompanied by the “GIT” unit (consisting of 13 law enforcement personnel) Burst into A.J.’s Bail Bonds as though they were running training ops for the New Citizen Brigade of American Homeland Security.

Through the front door they came and spread themselves throughout the building making the most of their military weapons and other accessories like little boys on Christmas day, having just unwrapped GI JOE killem’ all playsets. Fun to be had by all!

But for the business owner and his employees in the building that day, it was certainly not a shared joy. To use an appropriate word used by one of the employees right afterward to describe to me what had just taken place? – “Terrifying”.

Immediately two employees, Brian Valadez and Angelica Arellano were drawn upon leaving their foreheads as the targets of handguns and military rifles.

Lazar Hido is a painter that just happened to be working there that day. His life was threatened as military rifles took aim at the base of his skull and he was ordered off the ladder. Mr. Hido could not move fast enough for them. So in exchange for his life, Mr. Hido forewent the final four steps of the ladder and jumping to the floor some feet above without opportunity to prepare, he felt that the sudden surge of pain in his ankles was a small price to pay for an opportunity to go home to his family that day. Like an animal he was handcuffed and dragged out to be put with the “others”, Arellano and Valadez.

A.J. (Mr. Pontillo) was on the second story of the building in an office, in a meeting with the manager of his front office. When they heard a pounding of the closed door at the end of the stairs, A.J. glanced at the surveillance monitiors and realized it was the police. He got up immediately and began to briskly walk down the stairs, calling out – “Don’t kick the door in. I am coming down. I am unarmed.”

As A.J. opened the door, the officers immediately threatened to kill him while shoving military rifles into his face as though they were attempting to stab him with bayonets.

And immediately following A.J. came the front office manager, Ms. Jannele Llorens. As they had done to the painter in haste, so they also did to A.J. and Llorens and handcuffed them and hauled them out to be with the “others”, in their ongoing fascination driven attempt to “clear out the building” (if you could only hear an echo….).

Now in addition to Mr. Hido’s pain that he exchanged for his life, because he was not “moving fast enough”, we now have Ms. Llorens, who has at this point not been handcuffed properly. A pittance to pay to make it out alive that day!

After having required the keys to every door in the building, the officers quickly and fastidiously set about removing hinge-pins and even practiced their possible Hollywood Movie skills by kicking in a door – just for effect!

But soon the “clearing” began to wear thin and some of the officers “escorted” Llorens to the middle area of the buildings first floor and barked out orders in such a tone that would be heard by the SS barking out commands at jews between the slats of the cattle cars. “Which key?” She had no choice, but to point with her nose since the keys were so similar.

This wasn’t the first time. The last time, December 23rd 2008, they seized all the files and A.J. had to put together the pieces of his business from scratch. When A.J. mentioned this ordeal to the Juice. The Juice denied even being present. Even though, all the while, the office manager recognized at least half of the officers that were then present from the previous raid.

Juice Jacobson wasn’t quite finished. When one watches video footage of after the Juice, Steve Jacobson, “escorts” the office manager into the accounting office, they see quite clearly that sexual harassment and misconduct is rampant throughout the Sheriff Department as well as the District Attorneys office. Not that a multitude of simultaneous lawsuits filed by employees of the County, further victimized by stalkings, hate mail and legal persecution after being forced to leave and being systematically blacklisted, would have ever given you that idea.

He leans over her, for a long, long, long extended period of time. I still have not been able to bring myself to ask what it must have been like to “feel his drool”.

It was fortunate that the cameras were not disconnected. Not that this would have been legal, but neither was disconnecting the phones, which they thought were the cameras. Though responsibility for the disconnection was never admitted to by any officer, at least one officer verified that the phone system had in fact been disconnected.

And the front of the business looked like a military police action was taking place. Which, in actuality it was. The officers took orgasmic delight in brandishing their military weaponry for all the traffic on Yosemite Boulevard to see.

Huddled together like a colony of monkeys in a rain forest, they would intermittently gather together in groups, each taking their due time of the limelight – “Look ma! I’m on a raid!”

Why is crime, gangs and drugs out of control? Why are our neighbors being shot right out in front of their houses, or while pushing baby strollers in the street?

Because instead of going after criminals and doing their jobs, local law enforcement in cooperation with the Stanislaus District Attorney’s office are spending OUR resources playing petty little games for power, politics and vendettas.

Sounds pretty far out?

Watch it for yourself!

Copyright 2010 by Robert W. Stanford, all rights reserved.