Creative stock photo, a decorated bike at FOB Gardez, Afghanistan, blog post by John Hoff (Go ahead, take a little mental ride on the crazy bike; you know you WANT TO)
For context about this continuing "lawyer career and mental meltdown" story, read parts ONE through TWENTY-NINE of THE MADNESS OF JILL CLARK, a story EXCLUSIVE to Johnny Northside.
For now, I'm just jumping into the latest, knowing many readers have been following this loony saga for months...
More Crazy Cheese, Please
Yesterday, at least one of Jill Clark's recent defendants received a mailing from Clark's law office, the envelope stuffed near its humble manilla capacity with the murdered flesh of dead trees, their peaceful arboreal existence needlessly wasted on more of Clark's purported filings in (dear god!) the Western District of Wisconsin...
As documented in the SECOND wildest post I've written about Clark's ongoing career and mental meltdown, Clark is now in the "cheesehead phase" of her crisis, trying to remove her floundering cases on behalf of herself and her clients to Wisconsin since the federal court in Minnesota told her, at least twice, not to bring her zany variety show into Minnesota's federal court as lawyer disciplinary proceedings against Clark grind forward before the Minnesota State Supreme Court.
Now, as part of Clark's recent desperate attempts to file IN WISCONSIN WHERE THERE IS NO JURISDICTION, HELLO!!! Clark is attempting to submit her "steaming pile of crazy" document which appears to represent a "mass removal to federal court" attempt encompassing the majority of Clark's civil and criminal cases. (Click here for PDF of that document)
ADDENDUM, SEPTEMBER 7: The document Clark is attempting to file appears to be a REVISION of the "big steaming pile of crazy" and not precisely the same document as earlier reported above. In a future blog post, this document will be referred to as the "Revised Big Steaming Pile of Crazy." Johnny Northside blog strives for accuracy. Nobody drew this matter to my attention but further examination of the documents in question caused differences in the filings to be apparent.
At the same time, Clark also appears to be attempting to remove the "three, possibly four" Peter Rickmyer cases involving Level Three Sex Offender Rickmyer, click here for previous coverage about THOSE cases. Rickmyer has already been declared a frivolous litigant. Needless to say, Clark bonded with him like a soulmate and became his lawyer.
Yesterday's mailing notified at least one of Clark's recent defendants of her new "petition for removal and motion to consolidate" in the Western District of Wisconsin, since Clark is having no luck in MINNESOTA'S federal court. The fact there is no jurisdiction in Wisconsin appears of little consequence to Clark's cracked noggin. Later in this blog post, I will attempt to predict Clark's next loony legal moves.
Screaming Into The Void One Envelope At A Time
The postage meter on the envelope was consistent with the zip code of Clark's home office address...so much for my joking/lurid speculation Clark might be holed up in a cheap hotel room creating these recent crazy filings, away from self-appointed handlers. Despite my belief somebody close to Clark might be trying to talk her down off the chandelier, this littlnobody within her inner circle is telling Clark, "Stop, stop, you're making a public spectacle of yourself."
Like a drunk that friends know won't get help until she "bottoms out," it appears Clark's counsel and/or friends are standing back and letting her self-destruct or, worse yet, they're as crazy as Clark and actually ENCOURAGING actions like trying to file cases in Wisconsin. One of my sources recently used a PACER account to search both the Western AND Eastern federal courts in Wisconsin, but found no evidence Clark's documents had been successfully filed. Clark continues to scream into a dark hole, hearing only her own voice.
Then again, hmmmm. Maybe Clark took the postage meter with her? I am still quite sentimentally attached to my image of Clark holed up inside a Super 8 motel, cranking out filings between bouts of blogging, her cell phone frantically buzzing but Clark not answering, a Pay Per View episode of And Justice For All playing in the background.
Dear United Nations Secretary General, Help Help They're After Me
Just when this blogger thinks Clark has achieved a kind of dramatic finale, and there's nothing left of the story except maybe Clark "going Al Pacino" during her disciplinary hearing (No, YOU'RE OUT OF ORDER, THIS WHOLE TRIAL IS OUT OF ORDER!) she pulls another dramatic, crazy move like filing stuff in WISCONSIN.
The question becomes WHAT IS NEXT? How does the story get even crazier? Well, here's what I think could happen: Clark will have no luck in Wisconsin, but she's already passed a mental mile marker by filing in a court where even Clark surely realizes there's no jurisdiction. Well, if you've filed something like that ONCE, why stop? Why not create a mass filing for every federal court in the country and its far flung territories, hoping if you play enough "jurisdictional scratch tickets" you might get lucky and hit the jackpot? Why not carbon copy the United Nations? Hey, I hear if you can get over the fence and inside the Ecuadorian embassy, you are HOME FREE.
This blogger predicts Clark will attempt more "we don't need no stinking jurisdiction" filings, and she won't stop at, for example, Iowa or South Dakota. As long as money remains on the postage meter and the addresses of federal courts are discoverable on the internet, Clark will keep filing things. Indeed, even if Clark is disbarred she may keep filing things; it might be necessary for her to be declared a "Rule 9" frivolous litigant like her client Spanky Pete Rickmyer.
But this blogger thinks at some sudden point, Clark will throw her hands in the air and begin a "transformative personal journey" away from the practice of law and into something purely woo woo spiritual. Clark's mention of her belief in natural healing (in a recent filing) is a signpost pointing the way Clark's mind is headed; straight into the supernatural ether.
Stay tuned to Johnny Northside for every ugly detail as this flying monkey is legally lassoed and brought down to the ground for much-needed neutering.
For context about this continuing "lawyer career and mental meltdown" story, read parts ONE through TWENTY-NINE of THE MADNESS OF JILL CLARK, a story EXCLUSIVE to Johnny Northside.
For now, I'm just jumping into the latest, knowing many readers have been following this loony saga for months...
More Crazy Cheese, Please
Yesterday, at least one of Jill Clark's recent defendants received a mailing from Clark's law office, the envelope stuffed near its humble manilla capacity with the murdered flesh of dead trees, their peaceful arboreal existence needlessly wasted on more of Clark's purported filings in (dear god!) the Western District of Wisconsin...
As documented in the SECOND wildest post I've written about Clark's ongoing career and mental meltdown, Clark is now in the "cheesehead phase" of her crisis, trying to remove her floundering cases on behalf of herself and her clients to Wisconsin since the federal court in Minnesota told her, at least twice, not to bring her zany variety show into Minnesota's federal court as lawyer disciplinary proceedings against Clark grind forward before the Minnesota State Supreme Court.
Now, as part of Clark's recent desperate attempts to file IN WISCONSIN WHERE THERE IS NO JURISDICTION, HELLO!!! Clark is attempting to submit her "steaming pile of crazy" document which appears to represent a "mass removal to federal court" attempt encompassing the majority of Clark's civil and criminal cases. (Click here for PDF of that document)
ADDENDUM, SEPTEMBER 7: The document Clark is attempting to file appears to be a REVISION of the "big steaming pile of crazy" and not precisely the same document as earlier reported above. In a future blog post, this document will be referred to as the "Revised Big Steaming Pile of Crazy." Johnny Northside blog strives for accuracy. Nobody drew this matter to my attention but further examination of the documents in question caused differences in the filings to be apparent.
At the same time, Clark also appears to be attempting to remove the "three, possibly four" Peter Rickmyer cases involving Level Three Sex Offender Rickmyer, click here for previous coverage about THOSE cases. Rickmyer has already been declared a frivolous litigant. Needless to say, Clark bonded with him like a soulmate and became his lawyer.
Yesterday's mailing notified at least one of Clark's recent defendants of her new "petition for removal and motion to consolidate" in the Western District of Wisconsin, since Clark is having no luck in MINNESOTA'S federal court. The fact there is no jurisdiction in Wisconsin appears of little consequence to Clark's cracked noggin. Later in this blog post, I will attempt to predict Clark's next loony legal moves.
Screaming Into The Void One Envelope At A Time
The postage meter on the envelope was consistent with the zip code of Clark's home office address...so much for my joking/lurid speculation Clark might be holed up in a cheap hotel room creating these recent crazy filings, away from self-appointed handlers. Despite my belief somebody close to Clark might be trying to talk her down off the chandelier, this littlnobody within her inner circle is telling Clark, "Stop, stop, you're making a public spectacle of yourself."
Like a drunk that friends know won't get help until she "bottoms out," it appears Clark's counsel and/or friends are standing back and letting her self-destruct or, worse yet, they're as crazy as Clark and actually ENCOURAGING actions like trying to file cases in Wisconsin. One of my sources recently used a PACER account to search both the Western AND Eastern federal courts in Wisconsin, but found no evidence Clark's documents had been successfully filed. Clark continues to scream into a dark hole, hearing only her own voice.
Then again, hmmmm. Maybe Clark took the postage meter with her? I am still quite sentimentally attached to my image of Clark holed up inside a Super 8 motel, cranking out filings between bouts of blogging, her cell phone frantically buzzing but Clark not answering, a Pay Per View episode of And Justice For All playing in the background.
Dear United Nations Secretary General, Help Help They're After Me
Just when this blogger thinks Clark has achieved a kind of dramatic finale, and there's nothing left of the story except maybe Clark "going Al Pacino" during her disciplinary hearing (No, YOU'RE OUT OF ORDER, THIS WHOLE TRIAL IS OUT OF ORDER!) she pulls another dramatic, crazy move like filing stuff in WISCONSIN.
The question becomes WHAT IS NEXT? How does the story get even crazier? Well, here's what I think could happen: Clark will have no luck in Wisconsin, but she's already passed a mental mile marker by filing in a court where even Clark surely realizes there's no jurisdiction. Well, if you've filed something like that ONCE, why stop? Why not create a mass filing for every federal court in the country and its far flung territories, hoping if you play enough "jurisdictional scratch tickets" you might get lucky and hit the jackpot? Why not carbon copy the United Nations? Hey, I hear if you can get over the fence and inside the Ecuadorian embassy, you are HOME FREE.
This blogger predicts Clark will attempt more "we don't need no stinking jurisdiction" filings, and she won't stop at, for example, Iowa or South Dakota. As long as money remains on the postage meter and the addresses of federal courts are discoverable on the internet, Clark will keep filing things. Indeed, even if Clark is disbarred she may keep filing things; it might be necessary for her to be declared a "Rule 9" frivolous litigant like her client Spanky Pete Rickmyer.
But this blogger thinks at some sudden point, Clark will throw her hands in the air and begin a "transformative personal journey" away from the practice of law and into something purely woo woo spiritual. Clark's mention of her belief in natural healing (in a recent filing) is a signpost pointing the way Clark's mind is headed; straight into the supernatural ether.
Stay tuned to Johnny Northside for every ugly detail as this flying monkey is legally lassoed and brought down to the ground for much-needed neutering.
1 comment:
it reads as though these two wingnuts ought to be paired on dancing with the bars and thanking wisconsin that their liquor stores are open on sundays i guess that is the point in moving the venue there.
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