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Showing posts with label Stalking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stalking. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

El Cortez Hotel...demented guard stalks me in lobby in Vegas! Mentally ill man needs therapy...






As I strolled towards an elevator at the El Cortez Hotel last night, an African-American security guard scooted out-of-nowhere from the left at an aisle, scurried across my path (as he gave me a sidelong glance), then stood at the two elevators I was approaching acting like he was waiting to take the lift to an upper floor.

Since there was a railing on one side - and two guests waiting for the elevator limiting the space for access to the elevator - I stood slightly behind (and to the left) of the guard expecting (as logic dictated) that the lumbering overweight Hotel employee would move toward the elevator door once it slid open.

When the elevator arrived, however, something strange occurred which sent a shiver up and down my spine.

I suddenly realized the demented guard was playing eerie cloak-and-dagger games with me!

For example - instead of following the two other guests inside the elevator - he stood in a frozen position as he faced the wall just forward of me.

Because  it struck me he was acting in a peculiar fashion, I focused more closely on the man, and was shocked to notice that he was observing me through a reflection in a brass in-laid section in the wall that mirrored our slightly blurred images.

The security guard was stalking me!

When he realized I was "on" to him, he tried to suppress all the emotion sweeping across his face, as he strode off to the left and I joined the two elderly guests already inside the elevator.

In view of the man's scary behavior, I decided to publish this post, because I fear this man (or someone he may be working in tandem with) may wish me some physical harm.

What else am I to think when some lunatic - who works for about two bucks an hour - engages in such bizarre threatening and intimidating conduct without provocation?

I trust that if Hotel Management at the El Cortez happen across this post that they were will seriously consider putting the guard on leave and arranging for psychiatric care - because, in my estimation - the wacko loser  is a obviously a potential threat to guests at the hotel.

Footnote
When headed toward check-out on Thursday (the day after this post was published) a second guard gave me the evil eye, too.
Twice in fact!
Once, when I exited the elevator to turn in my room key - and again - when I strode to the rear of the Hotel lobby to the garage for my car.
On both occasions, it appeared the short unattractive Asian was trying to intimidate me as he nearly blocked my path.
Or, was he retaliating against me for penning the negative article on one of his security-guard buddies?
Needless to say, in view of the foregoing, I do not feel that the El Cortez is safe for tourists.
For this reason, I am posting a consumer alert to warn travellers.

 

 

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Beverly Hills Police Department...entraps motorists & shakes 'em down!





If you are familiar with the "flats" in Beverly Hills - you are no doubt aware that just north of Santa Monica Boulevard - there is a small lane that runs parallel a mile or so.

Gardeners and maids in the employ of upscale matrons in Beverly Hills - indeed, a handful of residents, too - often take a quick jaunt along the lane for a few blocks rather than face the daily onslaught of rush-hour traffic along the main strip.

However - every few blocks or so, posted signs note - that between the hours of 7 and 10 in the morning motorists are only permitted to make a "right" turn on a handful of streets.

Of course, this has not only caused some confusion for the locals - but visitors - too.

Because drivers are permitted to stop at the cross-street, check for traffic, then proceed down the lane for the better part of the day - understandably - most folks are under the impression that the "right" turn sign at a couple of the streets along the lane essentially means there are no "left" turns permitted during rush-hour traffic.

However, it is their distinct impression that once checking for traffic, they can proceed on down the lane.

When one motorist recently did so, he was quite surprised to spy a motorcycle cop pull up behind him as he turned the corner on Crescent Street, to park.

Because the driver was in the dark as to why he was being stopped, he engaged in a conversation with the cop - a Beverly Hills Police Officer by the name of Gates (Badge No. 34075) - to determine why a ticket was being written up.

At this juncture, it was evident that Officer had been up to "no good". In fact, his actions amounted to entrapment - in my estimation - if not outright stalking.

For example, during the conversation Gates (no relation to the former police chief, by the way) let it slip that two blocks back the motorist had correctly stopped and driven through the intersection and down the lane without any violation of the law.

Now wait a minute. Two blocks back, you say?

The driver was a little startled because - for one - he never noticed any police officer in his rear-view mirror for the length of his "journey" down the alley.

At this point, it was evident that the Officer had been hiding behind a bush, laying in wait for an unsuspecting driver to become his next "prey".

Notwithstanding, when the motorist noted the sign gave the impression that although "left" turns were disallowed - through traffic was okay - Gates had the audacity to argue that the City didn't have a sign to convey that to drivers.

Gosh, almighty! Sentient beings can whiz a man off to the moon, but public works in Beverly Hills can't craft a sign that doesn't confuse motorists?

When the victim of the "ticket" stalker filed a complaint with Mr. Barry Brucker (the Mayor of Beverly Hills) the lazy representative of the people never even bothered to give the motorist the courtesy of a reply. More shocking perhaps, was his failure to even investigate the troubling issues.

In fact - when I made an inquiry about Mr. Brucker one day at City Hall - a guard informed me that he rarely put in an appearance at the office; in fact, he only breezed in to check to his mail now and then or attend a scheduled City Council meeting.

I expect the "lay-about" is off playing golf during the day. Or, rubbing elbows with the tony elite at fancy luncheons - looking for ways to feather his own nest - eh?

Since the issue of the sign - and the unjust ticket came to my attention - I have noticed in recent days that Beverly Hills Police Officers are inclined to "hide" behind bushes on side streets that offshoot Santa Monica Boulevard in a deceitful effort to snag unsuspecting motorists who are cruising along none-the-wiser.

Usually, the motorcycle cops are parked on the "wrong side" of the street - behind a lot of foliage - where they are surely a hazard to the public-at-large!

For instance, any unsuspecting motorist who makes a sudden turn around the corner without warning, is bound to careen right into the hapless cop.

But, when an officer has sh** for brains, what do you expect?

Notwithstanding, I was quite appalled recently when I came across a whacko person in the park at Canon Drive, spitting on Japanese Tourists and hurling racists remarks in their direction.

Was there a Police Officer on duty in the vicinity to take charge as the frightening drama unfolded in the ritzy enclave a hop-and-a-skip away from a main thoroughfare in Beverly Hills?

No.

The doughnut scarfers were all busy hiding behind bushes - waiting for motorists to disobey confusing traffic signs - so they could ticket 'em unjustly.

Zsa Zsa Gabor obviously had the right idea when she gave that "copper" a smart slap in the face.

Beverly Hills' finest?

Not!



Beverly Hills Police bushwack...

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Susan Holmes...scumbag "Private Investigator" harasses, stalks, and Violates Rights!








Undoubtedly, a number of you are following the Pellicano case underway in the Los Angeles courthouse.

Mr. Pellicano is a private investigator who was hired by a disreputable individual to run interference against his enemies - sully their credibility and spread smut about them - with the ultimate aim of damaging their names and reputations.

And he used every trick in the book - including a handful of illegal ones - to accomplish that end.

He is currently on trial for alleged wiretapping, racketeering and other crimes.

This past week, there was a lot of testimony about a retired phone company technician - Rayford Turner - who is accused by the Government of having helped Pellicano with the wiretaps.

Teresa Wright (a former sales support manager at the phone carrier) divulged on the witness stand that she surreptitiously supplied Turner (a friend) with confidential information on people the government alleges Pellicano was wiretapping.

On the heels of this revelation, it was disclosed to the rapt Jury, that accessing that information without a valid service reason violated the phone company's code of ethics.

As Nixon henchmen would joke - "Pellicano "rat-f**ked" people, man."

All in a day's business for most private investigators.

When it comes to divorce cases, PI's are generally hired to sift through the dirty laundry.

You'll spy 'em lurking outside sleazy motel rooms in rattle-trap late model autos (picking their noses, no doubt) as they lay in wait for the incriminating "catch" - a revealing photo or some juicy tidbit - to aid in their client's scurrilous bidding. No holds barred.

Think - LA CONFIDENTIAL - and you'll get the idea.

Apparently - when a dispute between a top model and her ex-boyfriend struck frenzied peaks - a PI actually delved into garbage bins seeking DNA samples from items tossed in the bathroom trash. Yup, the stakes get high when high-profile careers and big bucks are involved!

According to my sources - car dealerships are notorious for hiring "Private Dicks" to track down vehicles that have gone astray after failed payments or disputes have arisen after a buyer determines the sellers unloaded lemons on 'em - or misrepresented the vehicle or financing details. You name it.

Oh, those folks are a nasty low-life gang of white-trailer trash, for sure.

Elaine Knoles - who uses the aka "Susan Holmes" - claims to be a licensed "Private Investigator" out of Trabuco Canyon in Orange County. Curiously, in spite of a thorough search on the Internet, this shadowy figure is difficult to pin down.

A review of the State's database of licensed investigators, for instance, doesn't turn up diddly squat.

Note: it has been confirmed that Ms. Knoles hasn't any State license.

Maybe, she's using the alias to distance herself from her outlandish unlawful antics?

If so - it would appear that in her twisted mind - she's under the wild impression that she's as keen at the art of detective work as the master Sherlock Holmes. Why else would she associate with the surname, Holmes?

With these demented losers, who knows!

If she's the "Susan Holmes" who posted a comment on a web site about her ability "to hide drugs" from the police, then maybe that's the answer in a nutshell. If the woman is an addict - her faculties may be so befuddled by the stupor - that the line has blurred between what is lawful and what is not.

Could it be that it's the sale of drugs that has afforded her the luxury of boasting ownership of a horse ranch in Trabuco Canyon? After all, it's difficult to fathom how a lowly agent for a repo agency manages to lay claim to such expensive digs. The spoils of her illegal pursuits? You figure it out.

Someone should take aim and upset her little apple cart because she's not only trampling on an individual's privacy - but oftentimes - viciously harassing and violating their rights in the process.

On one occasion, Ms. Holmes actually posed as a consumer's wife (he was single at the time) in a sneaky bold-faced effort to obtain his private phone records from the telephone company; then, proceeded to call the numbers on the billing statement to summarily slander and defame the unsuspecting individual to friends, family, and business associates.

Then, she disappeared into the woodwork, bragging about the mayhem she left in her wake.

Without any qualms, she's known to falsely allege that a person she's "tracking" is - homosexual or lesbian (whichever applies), taking drugs, carousing at gay (or straight) bars all night, ripping people off - whatever it takes to shock and demean is okay in her books.

In fact, it appears that she gets some kind of a perverse kick out of it, according to my sources.

While the attack is intended to defame - on occasion - she manipulates the cause to coerce a party into succumbing to demands - and ultimately - abandoning legitimate claims against her ensigns and employers.

Do her neighbours in Trabuco Canyon know what skullduggery she's up to when she slips out at night to to foist cars out from under unsuspecting citizens deep in slumber who are unaware of the evil that is about to descend upon them?

Her associates are prone to make outrageous threats, as well.

On more than one occasion, sources have informed me that callers at her behest, have hissed at startled victims,

"Unless you return the vehicle now a bounty hunter will track you down."

In fact - PI's often make menacing calls several times a day - in spite of the fact Consumer Protection Statutes specify that such conduct by debt collectors is unlawful.

And to think this kind of repulsive conduct is condoned by auto dealerships like Sunrise Ford (San Fernando Valley) and others in the Los Angeles area.

The film "Repo Man" wasn't far off in its depiction of the trade!

You'd think these establishments were run by the mob - and that at any given moment - burly guys in black suits with spaghetti on their ties might show up to break legs and bust heads.

Unfortunately, Ms. Knoles has been so clever at covering her tracks (and concealing her elusive whereabouts by deceitfully using aliases) that victims have been unable to bring legal action or lodge a complaint against her with State Officials who regulate the conduct of Private Investigators.

Understandably, the field is so poorly policed, that most of these degenerates get away with their harassment and what amounts to "Urban Terrorism".

Until now, that is.

A formal complaint was lodged against Ms. Knoles this past week with the State Attorney General's office and an investigation is pending.

It boggled my mind to learn friends of the parties being "chased down" had the audacity to answer phone calls from these flakes - and on occasion - disclosed intimate facts about their friends and family without hesitation. I'd show those "good buddies" the door!

Thereafter, Ms. Knoles and her henchmen used the private and confidential information to further their cause.

A handful of intelligent consumers have gotten wise over the years, have you?

Out of curiosity, I took a course for "Private Detective" work a few years back to get a take on the "industry".

What an eye-opening experience!

I was flabbergasted to learn what any bozo is capable of dredging up on the Internet with a few tools of the trade and some smarts at his or her fingertips.

The first place a skip tracer checks?

The voter's list of course; the info is a matter of public record and easy to obtain. Yeah, although you think you're doing your civic duty when you sign up each year to vote, you may be opening yourself up to the clever maneuverings of an ambitious bill collector, a stalker, or worse.

A suggestion?

Rent a mail box at the local post office. Then, use the secure mailing address for all records that filter into the public realm, so no prying eyes can act on 'em.

To avoid further scrutiny, be wary of signing up willy-nilly for subscriptions to newspapers and magazines. After all, it's a snap for an experienced PI to access those files, too.

Did you know that detailed financial information on mortgage papers are in the public domain as well? Granted, a person has to engage in a little savvy legwork at the Hall of Records to secure the data - but when bucks are involved - you bet your sweet bippy someone will be quick on the uptake.

After all - mortgage documents not only reveal the name of your bank - but your social security number and your marital status (among other things).

With this information, the PI can saunter off on another tangent; who knows, maybe access IRS records by their automated system or find out your last transaction from a credit report to fathom where you shop.

Then, use the info to lay in wait for you!

Seem preposterous?

Most of these pretentious d**ks are just small potatoes in the grand scheme of things. Once their victim coughs up the money - or they manage to snatch up the vehicle - they'll go their merry way.

But, shouldn't you take precautions for the future?

Tips

Use a Post Office Box to ensure your home address is confidential and out of the public record. For instance, direct mail for your Driver's License, credit card accounts, and bank statements to that location for security reasons. In the event you are out-of-town on holiday, or business, it may be lifesaver and bring you peace of mind to boot.

Use a voice mail number for applications, surveys on the street, and contests to avoid being the victim of thieves, spammers, and rip-off salesmen.

Use initials to signify your identity whenever possible - on subscriptions for e-mail newsletters, magazines, and the like - to protect gender info and throw off potential stalkers.

Use a secret code on your telephone account so no one can access your statement over the phone without your knowledge or permission.

Install a secret code on credit card accounts to prevent a review of your account without your authorization or knowledge.

Buy a "call display" screen device for your phone so you can verify the identity of a caller before you pick up. If you're out when a message was left - use reverse look-up (Internet Search) - before returning the call for further protection. If the number is not listed - and the caller claimed to be a business entity or service provider - be cautious. It may be a scam and/or a fraudulent attempt to "fish" for information.

And, finally, inform your family and friends not to give out personal and confidential information on the telephone to anyone - under any circumstances - without your permission first (no matter how tempting).

After all, protection starts at home...

Be wary of Micro cameras in belt buckles...


*This "post" was edited this past week to update new info provided by "blog" readers...

 
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