AS · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · Homeownership · Insurance · trauma

Audacity

Always on Shabbos, the Safeco adjuster who demonstrated bad faith has sent me an email, updating me on the status of my property, and threatening my housing again because the insurance company is not responsible for providing housing if my house is “livable.”

I wonder if she thought the place was livable when she told me to move in with the mounds of dirt in both the front and back yard, an open trench, down power lines, no power to the house, no gas, and the property unsecured because her workers threw away my fencing.

Inside, there is a partially inaccessible kitchen cabinet, no electrical outlet for my dryer, no shutters or window draperies. At the time she told me to move, there was no power, no gas, so no heat, no hot water. Outside, there is no front porch. As there is only one door, everything has to come through the living room. There is only a plywood step for entry. This is complete? This is ready for move-in? This is livable?

I am now searching for other entities to protect my interests. The time estimate for completion of my house expired long ago. Insurance Commission is one entity, Adult Protective Services is another. I feel she is abusing me financially as I asked her about the funds available in the account three months ago and still have not received an answer to that question. I guess she is trying to salvage her kickback, so she is attempting to rush me into an incomplete setting so she can close the case.

The adjuster had the gall to act as if she had not subjected me to poor treatment, and suggested I stop saying mean and hurtful things about her. I wrote her supervisor to say that I stand behind my accusations of bad faith and that those accusations are documented with text and video evidence. This witch is trying to spin a narrative that fits her lies. She is busier covering it up than three kittens in a litter box.

 

 

 

AS · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · Economic Anger · Homeownership · Insurance · Law · trauma

Personal Property Loss Claim with Safeco

This morning, I submitted a property loss claim to Safeco. My adjuster failed to call the draftspeople who created the plans for my brand new house and garage to account for their failure to note the orientation of my lot, which is angled to the left at the rear of my property. Instead of cramming a garage into a space never meant for it, the garage could have been placed at the front of the property and all of my landscaping could have been saved. Now, my property is denuded, looks cramped, and the house resembles a coffin as it is without windows, save a small one at the back, along the long side of the house.

All of my plants were purposely planted to attract bees, hummingbirds, butterflies. They were also planted to help my family breathe easier. All of my plants, trees helped clean the air and promoted visits of pollinators. Now, my yard is dust, all because my adjuster refused to contact the draftspeople and demand they change the plans to reflect the proper orientation of the lot.

In my claim, I requested compensation for my completely denuded yard. It did not have to go down this way, but my adjuster caused the problem though I objected from the beginning that errors were being made. I was cheated out of a bedroom window, cheated out of my built-in storage in the kitchen, cheated out of my recessed lighting in the living room. This is a one-bedroom, shotgun house that should have taken no more than six months to complete. Because of errors, from the beginning, the process has taken more than 18 months.

I am expected to swallow the destruction of my landscaping and the provision of a house that does not meet my needs without qualm. Whatever you do, do not insure with Safeco.

 

AS · bankruptcy · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · Homeownership · Insurance · Probate · Therapeutics

The Longest Year

The longest year has actually lasted 18 months and then some. It all started on Earth Day, 2016, when my mom (of blessed memory) laid a tree limb on top of my home. I was sitting in the house, in the bedroom, near Mom’s sewing corner. I heard the limb crack and waited for the whoosh that follows the falling limb when it falls from a height. This time, there was no whoosh, only a thud as the mighty limb laid itself down on my roof and across the two adjacent on the east side of my home.

I dashed outta there like a house afire and immediately called my insurance company, Safeco. It took them more than a week to respond.  The first adjuster was corrupted by MGC Mortgage, the mortgage servicing company that has claimed to hold a mortgage on my property since 2003. Actually, Beal Bank made that claim. I never heard of Beal Bank until probate closed and they started sending me threats to sell my property without notice because they held a Trust Deed.

How do you fight a bank that claims to hold a Trust Deed on your property that was never mentioned in probate? In fact, no claims were made against my mother’s estate, and the only concern of the Court was whether or not I had paid the property taxes. MGC Mortgage paid the property taxes once they were raised too high for me to pay. They opened up an escrow account to gain access to my property when they had no right to do so because they really did not possess a Trust Deed. But the threats were real enough, so I went to a bankruptcy attorney because bankruptcy is the only way to stop a foreclosure, or so I was told.

About six months into this bk, I received payment for the repair of my home. I told my attorney, took him the first check and told him another would follow soon. He copied the check and told me to mail it to MGC, as their name was on the check because they claimed to be a lienholder. Then, the attorney allowed MGC Mortgage and Beal Bank to take the money without putting it into a draw account so that the repairs to my home could commence. Several months later I discovered my attorney never submitted the payment information to the Court, who sent me notice of dismissal for failure to make payments. I wrote the Court directly to tell them I had paid, dearly, and did not understand why the Court was unaware of the payments. MGC Mortgage/Beal Bank corrupted my attorney. He kept the bankruptcy open to collect his fees. I objected, told the Court my story, and his fees were denied, the bankruptcy dismissed.

By this time, my insurance company had moved me to longterm temporary housing. I was only supposed to be there about six months. Turns out I was there 18 months. Nothing recommends living at the beach if you seek quiet. I was housed next door to a senior assisted living facility. The sirens blare two, three times a day and night. Very disturbing and disheartening for me, the living. The apartment itself was 1970s stock, poorly insulated, dusty, dirty in that deep-down dirty that comes of years of use without serious upgrade. Way too much money was paid to house me in that space, but as I am not the moving kind, I sucked it up and stayed. I remained inside for the majority of time I was there. I could go onto the balcony to look at the sea, but there was not much to inspire a need to go out and walk amongst the smokers, the homeless, the stuck-up rich folks, or the neverending dogs. These people are so dog happy they bring the beasts into markets, put them in shopping carts and on check-out counters, and nary a word is said to them. What happened to the law? None of these pocket pooches were service dogs, but employees of the stores are forbidden to even ask if a dog is a service animal. No concern for people allergic to dogs, no protection in the places we have to purchase our food. You are welcome to the beach and the inconsiderate, snotty wankers who live there. (To be fair, I did get to know a few of the people in the complex in which I was housed. They were kind, kept to themselves, and were remotely friendly.)

What I am doing here is writing out my rage. About three months ago, I asked my current insurance claim adjuster about the funds in my account. Nearly $50K was stolen. She told me she would give me the info once she was back in the office, and then proceeded to say nothing for two months. Instead of answering my question, she gave me a final extension on my housing and told me my home was ready for me to move into. When I arrived at my address, I found a mound of dirt in the front yard, a mound of dirt and an open trench in the back yard, a palette for a porch and plywood steps leading into my “brand new house.” My 31 year-old, full of fruit, lemon tree was cut down to accommodate a driveway. A garage had been crammed into a space for which it was never meant to be as my lot is angled in the back, a fact the drafter of the plans failed to take into account. The garage is too close to the house and the driveway is also too close to the house. Had the angle of my lot been accounted for, the garage could have been placed in the front, and my lemon tree, all of my flora could have been saved. My yard has been denuded because of an error that occurred at the beginning of this process. To add insult to this massive injury, the County of Los Angeles wants to add foreign trees to my front yard because they are on the plans. The plans also feature a back door, but I am not allowed to have that. My house resembles a coffin and I quite hate it.

I sent video of the condition of the site to Safeco. My adjuster’s supervisor was out; she knew he would be. Finally, after calling for help all morning, on Shabbos, I was connected with her supervisor’s supervisor. She arranged for an extension of housing, but that would require me to go back to the beach. That had become untenable. So, now I am back in short-term housing at the Residence Inn. And I still have gotten no information about the funds remaining to complete the project. I feel like I am being managed, and that I am being forced to return to the coffin before all work is completed.

I want my adjuster fired, like the first one was. I wonder if Safeco has any agents I can trust. I am absolutely furious about the gaslighting and abuse I have experienced over this, the longest year of my life. Hope I survive.

 

 

 

AS · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · News and politics · observations · power · trauma

Done With Democrats

Got nothing for the DNC. Got nothing for any democrat that supported the resignation of Al Franken without any investigation of the claims against him.

Kamala Harris and any other democrat women who supported this are hypocrites. Why didn’t you fight to oust Trump?

The democratic party is not democratic. I think they are complicit with the rethuglicans.

As long as the Orange Beast occupies the Oval Office, I am done with democrats who do nothing to get him out.

AS · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · Economic Anger · Homeownership · Insurance · Paralegal Studies

Case Closed?

Looky here, folks. The final tote board. Not one indication of the $48K taken from me, no indication of the foreclosure that propelled me into bankruptcy, except that Beal Bank is clearly listed as a creditor. My, my.

That $1680 – $68.40 are the only fees recorded by the Court. Tortfeasor Brad Weil filed for >$9000 in attorney’s fees. I objected, citing his failure to represent me, his failure to account for my insurance monies, his failure to perform due diligence, his negligence & malfeasance. The Court agreed with me as his fees have been removed from the final accounting.

I have been robbed under the cover of the law.

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What’s the word?

We now know for a fact that the government of Russia and Vladimir Putin is blatantly interfering in this year’s presidential election, most notably by hacking into and strategically releasing the emails and computer files of Democratic organizations and campaign officials. There has been no equivalent targeting by Russia of Republican organizations or the Trump…

via The full implications of the Trump-Putin alliance — Jay Bookman

Disaster · Health and wellness · Obituaries · observations · social observation · Sociology · trauma

Sherrice Iverson

Sherrice would be about 27 if she had not been stolen from the world.

This baby was raped and murdered in a Las Vegas bathroom stall as a friend of her assailant, who knew what was happening to her, exited the bathroom and continued about his business.

He was dubbed a Bad Samaritan. First time I ever heard this concept used, though its existence should have occurred to me. There is no written law requiring bystanders to stop rape or murder, even of a child.

So, a baby girl was lost twenty years ago and I cannot forget her.

aging · Community · Disaster · Homeownership · Law · Neighbor Law · observations · Paralegal Studies · Uncategorized

Blessing in Disaster (Real/Real)

The winds were high and apparently gentle, but the property-line tree fell on my home. Happy Earth Day! The tree was over 60′ tall by a ways. The utility pole stands that high and the tree towered over that, all five branch trunks growing from the main stem. Hard to believe the tree started from something like a weed, easily yanked out of the earth before it can grow into the heavy colossus guarding the property line.

When the branch cracked away from the central trunk, I was sitting under it in my bedroom. You know that sound you hear in films about the lumbering industry, hacking down the forest, shouting,”Timberrrrrr!” The tree cracks away from the base and the upper branches whoosh earthward through the air. I heard the crack, heard the whoosh, and was out of the room by the thud that signaled the trunk had come to rest on the roof and on the roofs of the next two houses. No damage to any roof but my own. Thank you, Mother Earth.

The ceiling was kept up by things sitting atop the closet. I can see daylight where the wall of the house buckled and burst at the seams from the weight of the limb that laid atop the roof for 3-4 days. The general contractor said the only reason the tree did not come into the room is because it was small. Saved by geometric configuration and physics.

The general contractor also said the house must be razed.

I await the adjuster/appraiser. Long wait in a precarious shelter. I refuse to go into my bedroom. Just moved to the living room, though it is somewhat dicey up here as the neighbor continues to host a colossus, some of its branches overhanging my property….

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These Are the Facts (Real/Real)

It took 18 days for my insurance company to respond to my claim. Seems the mortgage company called and changed the pay arrangement I’d made with the insurance company 5 years ago to deduct my insurance payments directly from my bank account. The mortgage company is alleged to have stated they were opening an escrow account and would be paying the insurance from now on. Then, when the bill went unpaid for a couple of months, I received a warning letter that the insurance would cancel shortly. Well, bafflement aside, I paid the insurance in full so that there should be no more problems until time to renew, which is coming soon.

Beal Bank is claiming their interest in the property is not protected by an adequate equity cushion. Wonder what that means as I owe only $44,185.85 as of 7 June 2016 and there is four times that much equity in the property AND the insurance is covering the claim, which will increase the value of the property.

Beal Bank claims they will reach out with possible loan modification options, but we have been over that ground before. Besides, they do not handle home mortgages, according to their Plano TX office and I have already been denied loan modification twice by MGC Mortgage. This backhanded, iffy offer is conditional upon the BK court lifting the stay to foreclose on the property.

Beal Bank will stop at nothing in its attempts to wrest my home from me.

This is what a senior can expect. This is what a veteran can expect. This is what a college graduate can expect.This is what one disabled can expect. This is what the remnants of the middle-class can expect: What you have worked, sweated, struggled, and sacrificed for can be taken away from you, no matter all your playing by the rules, by a corporate entity that can hide behind the law and paperwork. The agencies that are supposed to look out for the consumer are in conflict of interest situations with the oppressors. For example: Beal Bank v FDIC.

There is a 2009 article by Tyler Durdan on the Hypocrisy of the FDIC that I cannot bring up right now, but I will continue to hunt it as Beal Bank is featured in the article.

I have no idea how things are going to turn. After suffering what felt like strange treatment from my insurance company, things have turned there. Seems I had a crooked contractor. His major interest was in money. He was shady from the start, suggesting I move and store my own furniture and pocket the money. Cray-cray. You should have seen my new adjuster swoop in and slay the dragon who lied, came unprepared and incorrect for a woman on her job, a woman of distinctive family heritage, with a good name known for many generations. It was thrilling to watch her work, exposing what I think would have been considered fraud. It is so unfortunate that one cannot conduct business with African-Americans any more. Always come shady lately, if they come at all.