Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts

Monday, February 16, 2015

Windsor Disowns Windsor

Another lonely valentines day has hit the American terrorist/fugitive Bill Windsor hard.  He rants, rants and re-rants but it still won't satisfy that empty feeling inside him, that feeling that can only be satisfied by vexatious litigation.  He even tried to retell his Maid of the Mist escapade....even though no one was listening or cared.  It seems that no matter where he goes or whom he meets, corruption, dishonesty and unethical behavior seem to surround him. And while he continues to hash out several outlandish conspiracy theories as to why that is.....he still can't seem to put his finger on it.

In a weekend where Bill was obsessed with yoga pants, chocolate candy, and continuing his trial by facebook (which now includes terroristic demands to the governors of Texas and Montana)....we get this interesting little post:

I am publishing this here so there is a public record somewhere in case something should happen to me. I did not use an attorney.
I have left 50% of whatever I have to each of my two granddaughters. I have specifically disinherited my two children in recognition for what they have done to me.
I want to be cremated and scattered as quickly as possible because of my claustrophobia. I have named one of my siblings as executor.
And if I die anytime soon, expect foul play. The list of suspects will be a mile long.
And I want my granddaughters to know that I love them soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much, and I never wanted to be removed from their lives."

Now, we know he must love his granddaughters because he put sooooooo many ooooooooo's after his "s".  That of course is called incontrovertible evidence of sincere love.  Now, once you brush aside his usual hyperbole about being killed and scattering his ashes, I would like to suggest the unthinkable....I think he's actually telling the truth about the disinheriting of his offspring.  Yes, I know I can't believe I'm actually saying I think something Bill posted is actually true, but in this rare case....I think he really did it. He of course would be summoning his Power of an Attorney here, but I think he did change it. So what should we take from this?  Well, his daughter had pretty much cut Bill off quite a while ago as even before we knew who he was he wasn't allowed to even say the name of his granddaughters. So that's not new, but it is new and a big deal for Ryan who hasn't stuck up for his dad but hasn't stood up to him either. When Bill says he has named a new executor of his will (most likely his sister Wendy)....that also is probably Bill taking that away from Ryan.  Maybe paying all the bills for a known fugitive became Ryan's line in the sand.....but what ever it was has caused Bill to retaliate....and to do it the only way he knows how......loud and online.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Valentines Day!!!

Many people are getting letters from the very lonely and desperate Bill Windsor this Valentines Day, but none of them are filled with love.  Its hard suing in 6 different states all at the same time all for the same thing.
But this is how the divorced Bill Windsor is spending this Valentines Day.  Hopefully this is the last Valentines Day Bill spends as a self made public figure.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Walt Windsor World

Hi Walter. I’ve read a good bit of your autobiography, and I agree with your assessment that you have lived a very unusual life. I thought we’d take a moment to explore your childhood in your own words. It seems to me that your son, William Windsor, is simply following in the footsteps of you and your father.

Let's get started -  Your father, he was actually the very first of the Windsor name. Since it wasn’t immaculate conception, can you please tell our readers how the Windsor name came to be.

My father was born Walter Winkopp. In his early days in vaudeville, his act was due to play a theatre in The Bronx, New York, and the fellow putting up the “billing” complained that Winkopp was not a suitable name and should be changed.  My father looked up at the marquee and saw the name of the emporium was Windsor Theatre.   Then and there he became Walter Windsor, and subsequently so did I.  I was named after a theatre!

Wow, too weird. I recently heard something on the news about a fellow who named himself “Clark Rockefeller.” It seems he's pretty famous now too! 

So, your mother died when you were quite small. That must have been hard.

At the age of one, I was placed in the care of my paternal grandmother, who, along with assorted aunts and uncles, harbored me for several years.

Harbored? Isn’t that what they do with crim . . .  Nevermind . . . uh. . . So, where was your father?

 All this while my father had mostly been “on the road” staging shows, occasionally popping in with a gift and a “hello, Pal!” One day he stuck his head in the door and said, “Guess what I brought you this time - a new mother!”

Well, that certainly was a lovely gift, wasn’t it?

He and his new wife, and a new baby half-brother named Howard, came to visit and ended up staying with us in what was already a crowded house.  Not long after that he announced that he had made a big deal and we would be moving as a family (pop, mom, two boys)  to California.

Oooh California.

We traveled by train to Youngstown, Ohio, where, nearly as I can tell, Dad was booked to put on a holiday show, then move on to Los Angeles.   We had Christmas and New Year’s in Youngstown.  The highlight of Christmas was my receiving a beautiful tenor saxophone.

A saxophone for Christmas? My, you were a lucky lad, weren’t you?

Soon after that, we were on another train, heading west, all except the saxophone, which I have since deduced was one of a number of items that ended up in a Youngstown pawn shop to raise the money for the trip.

Ummmmm. That’s just sad.

Moving on . . . . So, about this big deal in California, we’re all excited to hear about how Walter Sr hit it big.

The “big deal” that took us to California became tragically entangled in the maelstrom created when “talking pictures” took over from silent movies and sounded a death knell for most live entertainment of the day, particularly for vaudeville.

Oh, no, not the maelstrom? Golly Gee. Nobody could ever have foreseen that the "talkies” would stick around.  

My dad’s deal with the theater tycoon Alexander Pantages was to produce and stage live shows to accompany the showing of silent movies in his many theaters across the nation.  Just as the hopeful young Windsor family hit L.A., the stuff hit the fan.  Pantages backed out on the deal.

Well at least your father can say he nearly had a deal with Pantages, what a claim to fame! So, what exactly happened with the “stuff hit the fan?”

I have never been privy to the details, but I know he welshed on the contract. There were many long telegrams back and forth  (I think this was the only way that Mr. Pantages communicated), and litigation existed for some time, all to no avail.  At first, Dad passed up other work opportunities, feeling he would win out in his war with Pantages.  

Litigation ensued? The Windsor legacy is born!

Soon there were no offers for stage work, and he was forced to accept directing burlesque shows to keep bread on the table. 

So what did your father do once he burned all his, err, I mean, after the work dried up?

He opened a dancing school called Windsor Castle . . .

 He started a business and named it after himself?? How very Windsoresque!

 . . . but it failed, just after I started taking tap-dancing lessons. 

A Windsor business failed? Say it isn’t so!

That was the end of my dancing career!

Well, knowing the Windsor family, I’m sure it was onto something bigger and better.

There was a feeler from the Warner Bros., even then a big force in the film industry, suggesting that Dad might choreograph and/or direct musical movies. 

Warner Brothers! Musicals were HUGE! Wow, perhaps it was best that the previous partner welched on the deal. It put him precisely in the right place at the right time. Warner Brothers!

He was thoroughly convinced that sound movies would fade out as a brief fad, and vaudeville would revive, so he spurned the idea.  I think the fellow they eventually hired was named Busby Berkeley.

Oh, well.  . . uh. That’s alright. He’ll get the next one.

This “fork in the road” of Dad’s life was most costly.  He could not support his family.  He continued to dream of great productions and plan them on paper, but nothing ever came of them.  His wife went to work for a real estate company that was then developing a large parcel of land that today is West Los Angeles.  She would sit all day in empty new houses, to show them to prospective buyers.  He would sit at home, dreaming dreams of his comeback and the return of the two-a-day, sending me to wherever she was working to borrow a quarter for two packs of Lucky Strike cigarettes.   He was a chain-smoker, and had been so since the age of fourteen; there always had to be cigarettes, even when there was no food.

Hmm. Chain-smoker who forced his kid to go beg change from his mom while she was working and dad was home day dreaming. . . . umm. I’m not feeling too good about this guy.

I have to do my father justice on one point.  He always took temporary work during the Christmas season, usually in the toy department of a local department store.  He saw to it that there were gifts and toys, although most of them were defective or damaged items the customers had returned, which the employees could purchase at a great bargain.

Broken toys totally make up for no food and begging for him.

So . .California! Such a fun place for a young boy to grow up!

 It was there that I had my twelfth birthday.  My greatest wish for some time had been to own a bicycle.  Every other kid had a bike.  With a bike, you could become a newspaper carrier and make money.  Nothing was promised, but on the birthday I was instructed to come straight home from school and not leave the house.  I disobeyed and left for a short time.  I was properly punished, but was also led to believe that the bicycle was to have been delivered and I wouldn’t get it because I wasn’t there.  I soon realized that, if not a terribly cruel punishment,  this was a cover-up for not being able to provide a bike.

The Windsors have great parenting instincts. Nobody wants to disappoint a little boy by telling him he can’t have a bike. Instead, just make it “his fault” he didn’t get it. That is brilliant!

Well, maybe you didn’t have wealth, but at least you all had each other!

The unfortunate domestic situation brewed conflict between husband and wife, which was complicated when some of her relatives from Nebraska moved into the house.  After numerous battles, Virginia took Howard and left some time in 1930.  I was then in the sixth grade.

Oh well, they had a good run - second grade to sixth.  . . . I bet you sure were sad without your brother though?

One day my father used me as a tool in an attempted abduction of Howard, but the law soon prevailed.  I never could figure out how he proposed to support three when he had no income with which to support two.  Virginia sued for divorce and charged him with a crime called, in California, “non-support.”  He was found guilty and sentenced to six months in the Los Angeles County Jail.

Umm. Well I’m positive Walter Sr was justified in trying to abduct his son. Food and shelter are overrated. I can’t believe Walter was jailed for this! I am shocked that corruption runs this far back!

So what happened to you then?

During much of this time, I had been living at 1936 Greenfield Avenue, in the house we had formerly rented, as the “guest” of an elderly woman who had been our landlady.  She loved to play the card game Casino, and I more or less earned my room and board playing this game with her.  Not gambling; she just wanted someone to play with. 

Not gambling. Right. Just like how we read that Bill doesn’t gamble. He just bets on green every time he passes a casino. . . .

One day my father, released from his incarceration during which he had worked as librarian,  came walking up the driveway.  He obtained a small apartment in downtown  L.A., and was involved in some proposed business transactions with two lawyers whose acquaintance he had made during the earlier legal proceedings. 

Earlier legal proceedings, I understand. But, friends? With lawyers?? A Windsor???

One of these ventures was the operation of a souvenir stand at the 1932 Olympic Games.  I helped out in selling items at the stand, and was rewarded with a ticket to attend the track and field events for one day.  Dad had also developed a board game, called OLYMP-O, which we tried vainly to sell at the Olympics.

I find it hard to believe that something developed by a Windsor would not become and an immediate success.

About this time, Dad opened, with the backing of his attorney friends, a little sporting goods shop in Westwood Village, about half a block from the entrance to the UCLA campus, called the Diversion Shop. 

Such a small world. Bill opened a similar shop right next to the Texas Tech University Campus!

I never knew what happened to this short-term venture, except that it ended quite abruptly.

UCLA and TTU must have a poor sports programs – only explanation.

Then the attorneys got the idea they wanted to own and operate a game attraction on The Pike in nearly Long Beach, to be managed by my father.   This was a great amusement park in its day, rivaling Atlantic City in its variety of rides, shows, games, dance palaces, and other diversions.  The game chosen was basically what we know as Bingo, except it was called OLYMP-O, and was based on the flags of the various nations on cards, with marbles shot to determine on which countries  you would place your markers..  I think we used dried beans. 

So, your dad invented Bingo? Or he just made it “better?” You must have been raking in the dough!!

Of course, we were broke, except for whatever compensation Dad received for managing OLYMP-O. 

Oh. Hey well, still, it must have been pretty fun to be a kid surrounded by games and prizes?

It was really a  gambling operation by this time, the prizes being cartons of cigarettes, which the winners could redeem across the street for cash.

I’m sure it wasn’t soo bad to be raised around gambling so long as it brought in the money and taught you the value of hard work, right?

The bingo game was closed down when the City of Long Beach decided to clean up The Pike.  Again my dad had no means of support.  We were “on relief,” which principally meant we could go stand in line for free food, usually potatoes and beans.  Dad was too proud to stand in the line, so I was elected to this honor.  It certainly did nothing to improve my self-esteem. 

Well, the Windsors are nothing if they aren’t proud.  It’s very important to stick to your core values.

My father was again dreaming of the big show he was going to produce. 

Well, there you go. The seeds of the Sundance Film Festival were sown.

He was always able to “con” people into believing in these projects and advancing cash for their preparation. 

Con is such a harsh word to use about your own father; it’s very important to have “investors.”

The Clarkes, owners of the apartment house, the Natalie, were also the parents of  Caryl, my best friend through most of the scout years.   I think we escaped rent-free for some time while these folks were involved in backing Dad’s latest fantasy.  There was an old piano in the lobby, and I nearly drove the residents crazy teaching myself to play by ear in the key of C.  Even today this is the only key in which I can play.

I’m with you. Who needs black notes?

One day there was a huge celebration at the Natalie.   Dad had spun his tales of his high times in vaudeville to one and all.  Mrs. Clarke was listening to the radio, and they introduced a song as being from, as she heard it, “a Walter Windsor Production.”  This seemed the first real proof of Dad’s high-flying past, and everyone in the apartment house knew about it and celebrated the occasion with a party at which Dad was the guest of honor.   It was years later that I realized it was a “Walter Wanger” (rhymes with “danger”) production.  But it was a great day at the Natalie, and my father took the accolades with modest grace.

Bravo for him! 

Well Walter, we have waaaay exceeded the time alloted for our interview. We'll just wrap it up on this high note in Bill's grandfather's career. In our next interview we'll delve into your adulthood and see exactly what you did to pass the Windsor ways on to Bill. I can hardly wait!

Friday, July 19, 2013

AMPPing It Up

After stalking Claudine for two days in Kansas, Bill has decided to "craft" a lawsuit against many of the member (former and present) of the American Mothers Political Party.  Bill says he is bringing this against: Claudine Dombrowski, Lorraine Tipton, Jennifer Dotson, Shannon E. Miller, Kimberly Wigglesworth, Connie Bedwell, and Loryn Ryder.  The lawsuit is to be filed at the Shawnee County Courthouse in Topeka, Kansas.  Tipton (Wisconsin), Dotson (Florida), Miller (Mississippi), Wigglesworth (Connecticut), Bedwell (California, and Ryder (Ohio) will all have to come to Kansas to participate.

He gives away his true intention right off the bat as he admits this is all about inconveniencing his detractors. Keep in mind the operative word still here is wants to file this lawsuit; he has not yet been granted the right to take his vexatious handcuffs off.  Bill claims that the AMPP's have caused harm to his business.  What business is that Bill...the fake movie?  the fake non-profit?....ohh how about the Revolutionary Party?  He says his reputation in the community has been lowered as a result of their actions.....not possible Bill, it could not possibly get any lower than it was thanks to the actions YOU have taken.

Even if Bill gets his wish and is allowed to file this lawsuit, he may want to re-think this.  Uniting all these women together in a court of law in Kansas may just allow them to turn the tables back on him and all his many past actions.  Barbara Windsor better hope Bill doesn't file this as she was the one writing all the checks when all the "events" took place.  Getting a divorce won't extricate her from her role in the scam formerly known as Lawless America.  What would happen in discovery when the books that were hidden in the Maid of the Mist case are finally revealed?  Something tells me there are still plenty of assets left for a counter-claimant to find worth their while.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Billy Stops Paying Attention to His Latest Scam

Windsor gave this update last night on his personal facebook page:

BILL WINDSOR OF LAWLESS AMERICA ohh you mean that Bill Windsor IS TAKING A SHORT BREAK FROM FILMING you mean youtubing TO ATTEND TO PERSONAL MATTERS the only thing you ever do is attend to personal matters. IF YOU KNOW WHERE THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN, YOU DO NOT KNOW WHERE HE IS. so you stole another picture and posted it?

I am not here that statement is fundamentally flawed on the most basic level, but it does look delightful. The only scenery I am seeing tends to be the four walls of a hotel room hopefully it will be redecorated soon with some iron bars.

The folks in the room next to me last night had a great time uhhhhh, did you send them a cease and desist?. I've never heard anything like it. I was blushing, I imagine *sigh*, no comment...but you know.

I did a lot of research on places to live there are lots of them out there huh, and I thought I had things narrowed down pretty well...but photos can be deceiving too bad you have never been able to go out and see all these places in person, like on vacation...oh wait. Little is easy that's especially true for stupid people.

I filed criminal charges against Curtis Butler of Springfield Missouri today.  and the crowd goes wiill...oh wait, no one cares any more

Thanks to his stalking obsession, Bill has been unable to properly respond to his vexatious filing in Missouri.  Yesterday, he tried to file and emergency motion for continuance.  He based this request on several parts:  1.  He says the court clerk is being mean and denying him subpoena powers to go out and discover what a ginger snap is.  2.  He has been out of town and unable to keep up with all the filings.  He claims he hasn't even seen Mark's answer.  3.  Brenda still hasn't been served, and Bill doesn't seem to know how to do it.  4.  Allie's attorney is being corrupt because he has only recently started to send everything to bill via email.  Bill says it can take up to two weeks to get his snail mail so its important that everyone take the extra effort to scan everything on to the computer and email it to him.

In light of this, I thought it would be nice to just go ahead and set the stage for a hearing between the judge and Bill at this point:

Bill:  Please allow me more time, I am out of town
Judge:  Why are you out of town? 
B:  Because I'm filming a movie
J:  Why are you filming a movie?
B:  Because judges are corrupt
J:  Why are judges corrupt?
B:  Because they ruled against me and labelled me a vexatious litigant
J:  Hmmm, ok lets back up a little, why did you have to file this lawsuit?
B:  Because Allie said mean things about me
J:  What?
B:  That my movie is fake
J:  Well when is this movie going to be out?
B:  I don't know, I need a rich person to fund it, someone to edit it, someone to write the story, someone to direct it and someone to produce it.
J:  So what do you have at this point?
B:  I have over 3,000 hours of random testimonies of people on youtube
J:  Ok, so why can't you get your mail?
B:  Because my wife divorced me and I had to leave
J:  Why did she do that?
B:  Because I wouldn't stop filming my movie
J:  So who are these 1000 John Does?
B:  I don't know, I was hoping you would help me find out
J:  Let me guess, they too said something negative about you "movie"?
B:  Exactly what is it gonna be Judge?

J:  this case is dismissed 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Over Here, Over There, But Never Headed Anywhere

Bill continues to wander around in the Utah wasteland.  He is currently trying to get his foot in the door to see Connie Fielding a woman whom her family committed to an institution.  Bill doesn't know her, knows nothing about her story, but since she posts on his facebook page and all her posts are very much pro Bill, he has declared her perfectly sane just on that alone and therefore wrongfully detained.  He does a video outside the facility that he is not allowed to enter.  In his self shot and poorly edited video, he rambles on for 8 minutes and looks to have put on about 25 pounds just in the last two weeks.

Windsor is gearing up for his delayed showdown with Sean Boushie in Missoula Montana.  Bill keeps claiming it will be a TV series (which will go straight to youtube) as he tries to get impressionable young college students to go on camera and say bad things about Sean.  Bill has even stooped as low as taking out an add on Craigslist seeking subjects to go on youtube for his fake documentary.  He also posted that he is renting a bulletproof vest for his stalking expedition in Missoula.  He wants to make sure his few remaining followers realize just how dangerous his made up crusade of stalking Sean really is.

While Bill was in Utah, he decided to go by the Sundance festival and see what real movie producers do.  It was more like a nostalgia trip down his own lying memory lane as it read as a "remember that lie I told you guys about my fake movie going to Sundance?  Well, I went by their information desk and had a conversation with the clerk how cool is that".

What happened to the RV?  Bill says he decided to sell it, he even said "we" sold the RV.  Of course the question is who is the "we"?  He and the voices in his head?  It wasn't listed as an asset in the divorce.   Does  "we" mean the non-profit that he set up but hasn't been keeping records of?  Where will that money go?  How will it be disbursed?

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Bill Tries To Turn Up the Volume

Windsor tried to pull the ole "I know who you are but I'm not gonna tell ya" stunt yesterday against me and everyone else on this blog.  Of course he wouldn't be Bill Windsor unless he was lying, and that is the case once again.  But the more he screams and complains about his "haters", the more he ignores his followers and his stated goal (which changes daily).

Speaking of stated goals....he keeps making up new ones as he congratulates himself on accomplishing his new made up goal:


An important part of the Lawless America project to me is visiting all 50 state capitols. I was in Salt Lake City 6-7 months ago, but I forgot to go to the Capitol as I geared up for a 500-mile day of driving. I remedied that today.

To reach Bill Windsor and Lawless America, email

The mysteries of the universe will now slowly start to unlock themselves for Bill as he now nears the holy grail of visiting all 50 state capitals.  How can one human being accomplish so much in just one lifetime? 

This American Pie Tour version 3.0 was supposed to be about filming back stories to cases he filmed on version 2.0.....but where is this?  So far all he has been able to film are back roads and prison buildings, and maybe a dust devil.  What version 3.0 has actually emerged as is a support tour for criminals, particularly violent ones.  Mutilation, torture and vengeance are the stories Bill has been drawn too, while he stalks and tries to terrorize any and everyone that disagrees with him.

One of the things that eats at Bill is the inescapable feeling that he is supposed to be better than he is.  This is the first born son of Walter Windsor, he was born and trained to be something special and he had all the resources at his disposal to do it.  Bill Windsor is in the 1%.  But he has no moral character and below average intelligence.  This is why he has fundamentally failed at every single endeavor he has embarked on, and will continue to fail until his body has finally cease and desisted..ohh and abated.  Deep down, Bill knows he was supposed to be more than this, you can hear it in his latest videos as he tries to pin the blame for this failures on his haters and his followers.  But as he reminds us, its just him on this trip, and he is a nobody.  He made up his own crusade, he pushed away at anyone trying to help him, and in the end he has absolutely no one else to blame but himself.  Bill Windsor was born a somebody, but will die as a nobody and there is nothing he can do at this point to change that.

Friday, May 31, 2013

Oh The Never Ending Life of Pie

First up, we have more P, B and Y Clubhouse radio tomorrow night at 9 Central

As Bill continues to vacation in the kinda great State of Arizona, he has thrown up two testimonies, both of which show just how far down at the bottom of the barrel he is operating from.

First up, we have the case of Julian Soncco, Bill lays out the case like this:


Four years ago, Julian and his family were wrongfully evicted from their home. No foreclosure. Done while they were not at home. Someone else is living there. But I am holding a 2011 letter from GMAC Mortgage confirming that the mortgage is paid in full and remitting a $3,650.28 overpayment. But no one seems to be doing anything about this.

I believe this story is why the Arizona Attorney General's Office wants to go on camera. This story stinks so badly that they may be looking to do damage control. Julian cc'd me on communication with the Attorney General a while back, and that seems to be why the AG's office has been pursuing me for an interview.

To the Arizona Attorney General I say this: Get Julian and his family back in their home, and I will make the Arizona Attorney General's Office look good in the movie with a success story such as this will be.

That is patented  Bill.  Nothing but lies and deception ending with a threat to a law enforcement agency under the guise of his fake movie.  Now, how about the truth?  The truth is this man, like many others, had a home that plummeted in value from the housing crash.  He became upside down on his loan, and he was duped in to a lease back offer.  So he sold his home...the mortgage was satisfied, but the new owner didn't like the lease back idea and kicked him out.  The Attorney General did sue on behalf of many homeowners who fell victim to this scheme, but the guy is now insolvent and no one is going to get restitution.   This isn't a story about government corruption or anything like that.  This is a story of a guy who became upside down on his mortgage and in desperation fell prey to a run of the mill scam artist, and now he is falling prey to a new scamster in Bill.

Then we have the porn star and B movie actress Sheri Thomas.  Even though Bill had just explained to a follower that he was not in position to quickly upload their movies to youtube, Bill excitedly welcomed this washed up porn star in to his private hotel room for some "filming".  Bill quickly uploaded her video's to youtube and set up her sob story this way:


Sheri is the mother of two boys who are now young men, and she has seen them only five times in the last 20 years. Her sons were courtnapped, and she (a stay-at-home mom) was literally put out in the street -- left homeless and penniless. Her aerospace executive (six figure income) ex-husband planned the whole deal while his lover waited in the wings.

Sheri's story is incredibly maddening. Her life was destroyed by this man. 

But as they say, karma is a bitch. It seems the divorce never actually went through. Her "husband" remarried, and if this is confirmed in court, that makes him guilty of the crime of adultery. He should also have to pay spousal support and cough up at least half of the marital assets.

I look forward to the new developments in this story. Sheri is a beautiful woman inside and out, and I hope her sons see her Love Letter to her Children and begin to understand how she was victimized.

Thats cute, and she gives everyone a taste of just how talented of an actress she is with this clip (which Bill would like you to click on the thumbs up btw)

Well the truth is she divorced in 1988, the father was awarded custody of their two boys and they seem to be living very well adjusted lives now in their early thirties and twenties respectively.  Sheri, in contrast, has devoted her life's profession to selling her body in the form of adult videos.  Now, in her 50's and hideously deformed by too much botox along with ageing) that she can no longer sell her body for the kind of living she has become accustomed to, so she is after her ex for alimony money.  Yes...I know, tomorrow was supposed to be the big day for the grand jury stunt..but now this, apparently, is how we take our country back.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Bill is Moving to Texas

The State of Georgia had a day of celebration as Bill announced that he has ceased and desisted his residency in that State.  The Lone Star State is the unlucky recipient of the walking caucus known as Bill Windsor.  His turn-key divorce, which he just announced last week, is nearly finalized if you are stupid enough to believe anything he says.  So he is ready to move on.  Tell someone to ship his RV (The Fugitive) to an undisclosed location in North Texas:

I've been busy filming in Tennessee, a state filled with wrongfully-convicted people. yeah as we have been following you really found some innocent little lambs up there didn't ya?
Filming the backstories for interviews previously conducted is taking longer than I expected. you could grab any idiot off the street and they would know that you are supposed to film the back-stories for a documentary the FIRST time you roll through
I did take some time for myself over the weekend and managed to break my primary lens. I'm going to just try and forget I read this.
I went to see Music Row in Nashville a lonely old man on vacation, and I had to make a sudden stop, and the camera fell from the passenger seat to the floorboard. you should tie that down, have you ever travelled before?  It had to have hit funny, and it no longer focuses properly. you no longer focus properly A replacement is coming Thursday, and this one heads to Canon for repair. you know, you could just use your smartphone cam to do all this youtube filming
Despite the frustration with the lens, I did enjoy seeing the various record company locations and studios. ohhh how you wish you could be a somebody like them  I have been to Nashville many times, but Musc Row was something I had never seen.
There was excitement at the Bledsoe County Correctional Complex when I visited there. fresh meat  I was denied the ability to film interviews with two inmates.  In fact, the State of Tennessee has banned me from filming at any state prison.  
It seems they don't like the idea that they might be out of jobs if we get the truth out about our corrupt legal system. or...they just don't like you If we let all the inmates out who are wrongfully convicted or who were found guilty of victimless crimes, I believe something like 90% of the people in prison would be released. should that be the campaign theme for your Revolutionary Party? Trillions of dollars would be saved in prison costs alone. while crime rates would sky-rocket And if we changed the laws about victimless crimes, tens of trillions would be saved in legal expense. unemployment would shoot through the roof
We need to ask our fellow Americans if they would prefer to have social security benefits assured and have lower taxes now. but be murdered when they step outside? If so, they need to jump on the Lawless America legal reform bandwagon.  I think there will be plenty of room on that bandwagon
I have visited several crime scenes on this trip, with many more to come. you are a crime scene Twenty years ago, Walter Smothers murdered a 19-year-old boy in cold blood in the back of a pickup truck just down at the end of the road in this photo.  The boy had been accidentally shot.  When he cried out in pain, Walter Smothers put a shotgun under his chin and "blew his brains out."  He then mutilated the body. they all did
Walter avoided the death penalty by claiming the two people in the cab of the pickup truck were involved.  they were They weren't.  But the truth didn't matter. thats exactly what mattered  Based upon Tennessee's felony murder rule, Theresa Deion Smith and Stacy Ramsey were guilty of first degree murder simply because they were there. ummm no  They've been in prison for 20 years, and they will be there for the rest of their lives unless someone looks at the evidence and the law enforcement, attorney, and judicial wrongdoing.  yeah well I looked at it and they are right where they should be
I certainly stirred things up at the Carroll County Courthouse in Huntingdon Tennessee. yeah and try and remember to check in at the front desk next time
Gee, it looks so pretty in the photograph. It's a shame that what happens inside isn't pretty.  When I exited the mens room, I heard people all over the courthouse talking about the Lawless America Jeep outside.  I was quite the attention-getter all over this small town. yea its not everyday you see someone declare themselves lawless and drive TO a courthouse
This is the courthouse where Stacy Ramsey and Theresa Deion Harris were found guilty of first degree murder and sentenced to life without the possibility of parole because they were riding in the cab of a pickup.  thats a lie Felony Murder Rule -- if you are with someone who commits a murder, you are guilty of murder. thats another lie  One of our legislative proposals is to eliminate this outrageous law. murder's rights...thats what you are about
It's Day 326 for Lawless America...The Fake Movie.  I am now starting to worry about having the film edited in time for submission to Sundance. its nice that it finally dawned on you that at some point you will have to actually edit this fake movie.  This is much more than a one-man job and you aren't even one man, so all I can do is do the best job I can. meaning you won't do anything We do not have funding.  Money would cure everything, but we simply don't have have lots of money...but you are hiding it so you can fleece more from your followers I will set aside a day in the next week to contact agents, film companies, TV networks, and celebrities.  meaning you are going to watch the E network all day  I could edit the film, but I am a novice at editing. omg did we just have a moment of honesty?  We need a great film editor. 

Atlanta Federal Court Corruption

The crooks in the federal court system in Atlanta continue to rape me. I don't think they like you in that way  I just received word of an order from the Eleventh Circuit Court of Appeals dismissing my appeals filed 17 months ago claiming I did not provide all of the information needed.  well provide it  The order denied me the right to file a motion for reconsideration or refile the appeals.  So, they sat on everything and blocked my totally valid appeals with no valid justification. like..totally  This was a lot easier for them than issuing ridiculous orders denying totally valid appeals. ohhh totally
The federal judges in Georgia are the scum of the earth -- an absolute criminal racketeering enterprise. I bet they would have a few choice words to say about you as well
Then I just learned that federal judge William S. Duffey has filed a judgment against me for $27,000 as well as liens on my wife's property.  when are you gonna tell everyone your wife already settled the original claim? Is that TMI for your lemmings?
This is a contempt of court sanction of $4.5 million in fines about which I was not notified, I thought you said it was for $27,000, is that what penalties and interest takes it up too?  was thus denied any and all due process rights, and it is a sanction that requires criminal due process, including a jury trial.  when did judge sanctions require a jury trial?
I received no rights whatsoever.  did you call the whambulance?
I will fight this sick bastard's illegal actions every way I can.  and lose in every way
He is the most responsible for my divorce as he absolutely terrorized my soon-to-be ex-wife. I thought you said it was the haters like Sean Boushie, can't you keep your story straight?
The only way I will ever see any justice is if I can reach a grand jury again. and you have a much better shot at winning the lotto

Itinerary Plans

As of today, I plan to do photography only in Memphis you going to graceland now?, and then it's on to Jackson and Biloxi Mississippi, New Orleans and Baton Rouge Louisiana, and then Texas. sounds like a nice vacation  I will have a replacement lens in Jackson Mississippi on Thursday. ohhh good that will make a big difference  Lynda Pearson Barnett will be joining me at a death scene in Pearl Mississippi. yours?  Her story is one that was rated by Facebook Friends as perhaps the top story that I have filmed. is this the new source of creditability in our world?
After Mississippi, Louisiana, and Texas, I plan to visit New Mexico, Arizona, California, yeah thats all those states that you will run in to if you keep driving west Oregon, Washington, Alaska, Montana, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, and Colorado.  That's as far as I have planned so far.  I will then head back East visiting many more states, but I haven't decided the order yet.  and I forgot their names  If your story takes place in any state as opposed to the moon?, please email me with BE IN THE MOVIE in all caps in the Subject line, if you want to be filmed or have me film locations important to your corruption.
I am keeping my schedule flexible, so I don’t have to push myself so hard. thats how all vacations are I will be in Jackson Mississippi on May 9 and 10, Biloxi Mississippi on May 11, New Orleans on May 12 and 13, Baton Rouge on May 14.
I will try to schedule myself to visit any town where there is a good story or location that is important to a good story. or pie I need  names and addresses as I must enter all of this data in a trip routing software, and then that will be loaded into one of the GPS units. SS numbers, bank routing info, close contact lists, passwords ect..

Medical Report

My mouth seems to have healed.  I will continue the two medications until they are gone. and then I will get more because I LOVE THOSE PILLS


When I left Georgia two weeks ago, I ceased and desisted to be a resident.  I am relocating to Texas.  Central North Texas to be precise. what if you are not welcome?  The location is as central as possible to enable me to head in any direction with the least amount of travel to film stories and try to help folks. thats the stupidest reason I have ever heard to move somewhere 
I will not be disclosing my exact location. cuz I'm a coward I will have a private postal service address. As soon as that is finalized, I will publish it.  Facebook says Dallas, Texas, but that is not where I will be. I say only fits
I will be in Texas in a few days.  I will take a day or two to make some necessary arrangements by day, while filming at night.  yeah it doesn't matter what kind of lens you have when you film in the dark
I lived most of my life in Texas -- elementary school and junior high in Texarkana; high school and college in Lubbock; then my wife and I lived in Dallas for 18 years of our marriage.  I have always considered myself to be a Texan. but I don't think the feeling is mutual 
Some have speculated that my relocation announcement is a ruse to protect my family. no its a ruse to try and hide from all your legal responsibilities  It's not; it's real.  Part of the motivating factor is protection for my family as they have been terrorized by threats that we have received.  They will feel safer if I am not around. there is no doubt about that in anyone's mind, getting rid of you was the best thing they have ever done  Central North Texas is also an ideal location from which to travel to film stories and help people. when do you plan to start helping people?
My wife and I are separated, and as I understand it, the divorce should be final soon. you fought admirable to save her


The Springhill Suites on Airport Center Drive in Nashville is the nicest hotel for the money that I have ever stayed in.
Don't ever eat at Chili's late at night.  I have loved Chili's for 40 years, but everything was bad last night at 10 pm'ish.  and something tells me that poor waiter heard all about it too, they should have spit in it.