From: Stop Foreclosure Fraud
by Lainey Hashorva
by Lainey Hashorva
Well at this point it’s pretty common knowledge that all the
bloated banksters in the cartel are literally sucking the soul out of
us, homeowner by homeowner, house by house, city by city, state by
state. Puffing themselves up like the Pillsbury Doughboy that ate
Godzilla and Manhattan. Picking their teeth with our land records.
So where are the Attorneys General?
Where is that, oh geez, what was it called again? Oh yeah, The
Mortgage Fraud Task Force. What ever happened to that? Maybe Jamie
Dimon bought it for his daughter and commemorated it into a nice
little holiday snow globe for his 2013 holiday party give away bags.
In California we have the oh so special California Homeowner Bill of
Rights. AG Kamala Harris beamed, eyes glistening at the signing of
that photo op behind Gov Jerry Brown, as if she’d just handed over
the mega lottery loot to a homeless family of twelve. Kamala Harris
is always camera ready, always ready for her next sound bite on CNN
or PR release in front of the state flag. Her career path looks
promising, maybe the Supreme Court, DOJ or Governor. But try to
engage her in anything that actually has any real teeth to it, like
say for example, millions of Californians losing their homes to
Fraudclosure, neighborhoods being decimated by empty homes and
neglected properties, a second tsunami of fraudclosures looming, and
she’ll block you from her Facebook page. The Homeowner “Bill of
Rights” offers Californians false hope of surviving the Homeowner
Hunger Games. New rules and all that. It’s like telling Tony
Soprano’s men that they can’t whack you while Pauly Walnuts is
still raping you. Wait your turn.
But I digress. Where does a homeowner
actually get anyone to really hear them out? To fully understand the
soul sucking misery that we find ourselves in when trying to work
with these mega banks that are on robotic search and destroy mode?
Who really understands the complexities? The anguish and the insanity
of the matrix we are placed in when following the “rules” in
place to try to save what is ours in these unprecedented times; Our
homes. Our investment. Our legal rights in a complex bloody labyrinth
of red tape and manufactured BS.
We try our congressional office, they
smile and nod with compassion and knowing. Tsk tsk sigh. They act as
if they’ll try their best to intervene on our behalf, set you up
with a special Single Point Of Contact (aka SPOC) in the “executive
offices” that have a little more accountability since it’s a US
Congressional office letterhead and all. Sorta put more time
constraints on Pauly Walnuts to respond to our requests and the
infinite supply of paperwork we fax, mail, Fed Ex and produce time
after time after time after time after time.
We have turned into a
paper producing incoherent human copy machine, holding the tiniest
pessimistic optimism somewhere in the back of our minds that this
time we have a “complete package” with every T crossed. We have
become wild eyed Vegas strip junkies gambling the entire nest egg at
this point. Come on baby, ten times is the charm. I’m due damn it
I’m due. Alright one more time…. MORE
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