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What I’ve Lost

I am certain it is not clear to you the extent of my loss. The lemon tree that took 19 years to bear fruit; buried atop my son’s placental home; planted by my mother who died in my son’s nineteenth year in her bedroom, in the house I’d lived in all my life-she knew him, she helped birth him, she drove like a javelin to Santa Monica, to the converted farmhouse that served as a freestanding birthing center, ensuring his literal birth in a barn. This lemon tree was cut down…by the subcontractor…who is now dead.

My son grew up in that house. He called it a crapshack because he was, in childhood, quite gangling and sometimes ungainly. He was forever stubbing his toes. It was a cottage. It couldn’t be helped that he was a bull in a china shop. Nevertheless, that crapshack was his childhood home and the satellite around which we wove our travels in the world.

We built, my mother and I, a library in that house. Venice thrift shops provided much of our largesse.  We collected, and read, hundreds of books. Destroyed, now, many of them, the bookcase standing in the yard with many of my other klediments.

I knew the man who built my crapshack, by hand. He was a JW. His name was Elmer Lambert. His wife’s name was Ima. I remember they had a daughter, but might also have had a son. The house was a one-bedroom cottage with hardwood floors, built in cabinetry, a counter between front room and kitchen that could be used as a table, serving area, and lookout point. The front door boasted a barn-door type window, giving an unimpeded view of the front and side yard. The doorway was wider than average.

All the doors in my house, save the front entry, opened to the left. Behind the door to the bedroom, Mom had built a linen closet to house our dishtowels, cuptowels, bath towels, sheets, small blankets, some small kitchen appliances. The left-opening door, when left open, provided cover for the cabinet.

I had to step down once into the kitchen. I had a white ceramic sink that was deep, and boasted knobs for hot and cold. It was a piece of a countertop, cookware storage, and under the sink storage unit. Facing the sink, my stove was to my right. I had hooks, hangers, cabinets on the upper walls to the left; a hanger for mugs, a couple of places to hang dish towels. Had a mirror mounted in there, and a light. The large rectangular window above me provided morning light from the east.

I love to cook. My son loves to cook, but he has to have a whole lot of room and prep area. Me? I can whip up something palatable with a couple of burners, but it gets monotonous. I’ve been living like poverty for over a year now with a gas stove that is not connected to the gas line because the contractor left the line capped, providing no connector. There are many gas lines under this structure because a gas line was run to operated the gas dryer I do not have and to the hot water heater that was placed alongside the “driveway” because this structure was built without plans.

The flooring in the bathroom is mushy and feels about to give way at any moment; there’s a leak somewhere, likely because the shower was not installed properly and was not sealed. I have no warranties, even thought I was promised three years of warranties by Safeco Liberty Mutual if only I worked with their preferred contractor.

I had a back door, through which I could generate cross-ventilation, get to my back yard easily. I still have the t-poles for my clothesline, but my undamaged workshop was torn down to make way for a “garage”. There was a scheme to turn my verdant paradise into a heat island, bordered by asphalt and cement. My yard was full of green and flowering plants, including succulents, bougainvillea, lavender, night-blooming jasmine, honeysuckle, a variety of roses. This in an area zoned for livestock and farming. I live in the County of Los Angeles. There are horses here. There are chickens here. There are nurseries here. But the County is gentrifying, which brings me to my property tax status.

In California, in Los Angeles County, in 2015, my property taxes were ~$650 per year. Now, in 2019, my property taxes have tripled. This job, done by Vince Paglia, was accomplished by tearing down my 1923 hand built Rambler home. I had a workshop in the back yard with a waist-high, full-length hard wood worktable. There were shelves that I remember saving magazines in because of the vertical dividers in the cabinet. There were shelves and cubbyholes on the walls. There was a great, heavy wooden drawer, that I possess still, that fit into the worktable. Vince Paglia tore down my workshop, the unpermitted expansion that was used for storage to put up a parking lot and I don’t eeeven have a car.

I miss Segovia. Segovia was a death cactus that grew in a ring of tires. Segovia was very tall, perhaps 7′-8′, and bloomed at night. When in bloom, Segovia’s scent wafted over the yard, blending with the night-blooming jasmine, sometimes the honeysuckle and lavender very faintly. Segovia provided most of the privacy in my back yard, grown along with the honeysuckle that grew on the fence. When Mama Gin lived next door, she was a homeowner who worked for the IRS. Her son served in the Air Force. Her daughter was a flit. She and Mom shared the care of the trees planted along the property lines between the houses. Mr. Lambert took care of most general maintenance, but Mom was pretty handy with tools.  Mom and I took care of the gardening and yard maintenance when I was growing up.

I remember Mr. Lambert gave me my first nickname. He called me Sputnik because I was his satellite as he worked about the place, prattling to him with my 2 or 3 year old self. Ima, Mrs. Lambert, always offered me fruit. I grew up kindly towards the JWs because I grew up with experience of the Lamberts.

I used to play and work in my workshop. I haven’t been able to use my spinning wheels because the inadequate garage is packed to the gills with my household goods. I haven’t been able to unpack because the house is now smaller, configured differently, has not even a closet, though a one-bedroom, one-bathroom was paid for. More than $80K was given to Paglia for goods not in this structure. I wish I did have the vent-free, infra-red heaters for which he received pay. I wish I had my back door. I wish the attic vents had been installed instead of the fire sprinklers for which I have no instruction manual. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with these things because I never had them in my home before.

Vince Paglia and Kent Stiles of Safeco Liberty Mutual have put me in a bad way, I tell you what. I learned from reading the legal bric-a-brac that your insurance provider is not supposed to leave you any worse off than you were before you filed your homeowner’s claim. Maybe this is why Stiles has changed my claim number from 12-digit number to 22-digit number, and when I call to inquire about this claim number that I don’t recognize, no one else recognizes it either.  This brand new claim number is recorded on my claim history with the databases that record such data and hold it for seven years, along with the date of loss of every claim I’ve ever allegedly filed with Safeco Liberty Mutual, the cause of said loss, and the amount paid out to mitigate the loss. This brand new to me claim number even says my loss was caused by water. Imagine, the insurance company is recording false information; my loss was caused by the wind.

If my claim settled and paid out $48K under one claim number, why are $430K and $439K recorded under that new claim number as the amount paid out on those official records? Those records can impact the premium I’ll have to pay for insurance when I manage to escape from Safeco Liberty Mutual.

I have referred to the scam through which I’ve been put as GASLIGHTING. I hate being gaslighted, especially by a corporation that should have a fiduciary responsibility towards me, the insured, who paid premiums, on time, since 2011. Instead of being appreciated, I’ve been robbed.

I believe Safeco Liberty Mutual and Paglia and Associates do not appreciate the severe loss they have caused me. I think the dead contractor kindled the wrath, though….

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Trevor Haaswyk

Trevor Haaswyk was the Safeco adjuster who responded to my claim 19 days after I logged it.

He sent an engineer here to assess the damage. Donan’s engineer’s report said there was no structural damage to my storage unit, nor was there any damage to any other part of the house, save the bedroom.

Proof, I did not imagine Trevor Haaswyk.

Proof, Kent Stiles and Vince Paglia conspired to defraud me.

Proof, Kent Stiles signed off on and “paid” for the destruction of my home.

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Ruminatin’

So, it’s like, my insurance company ripped me off. I contacted two CEOs about it, and the issue just loops right back around to the criminals perpetratin’ the fraud. At first, I was disappointed. Now, I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more!

Olivia Casarez is a representative of the Presidential Service Team who openly mocked me as I was trying to get what was supposed to be assistance with getting my claim properly handled.

For my life, I cannot understand this blatant disregard for the rule of law, the codes of professional ethics I know are mandatory for licensed insurance personnel. There is no concern for the human lives associated with the payments Safeco rakes in. Tyler Asher, CEO of Safeco didn’t respond at all when I contacted him. I got a letter from Olivia Casarez in answer to my inquiry sent to the Liberty Mutual CEO, David H. Long. She was letting me know that no matter who I contacted, either she or Kent Stiles would shut out and down all of my objections to being robbed.

That wunderkind, Kent Stiles. He runs the Claims Department, overruling his own manager. It is astonishing the number of people aware of this fraud, and they continue to cover it up.  I believe I have spoken to more than 20 people within Safeco about this matter. To a one, they have opted to cover up. I think corruption is widespread and of duration.

Olivia Casarez openly mocked me for suggesting an audit be conducted of Kent Stiles’ claim files. I think there may be a discernible pattern to his theft. If this scam has been run with the contractor before, I think I know how it was done.

I am so angry.

To get paid, a contractor must submit a certificate of occupancy to the insurance provider. Receipt of this certificate signals the provider to pay out. I think this was done in my case. The contractor, Vince Paglia, president of Protech Construction, personally oversaw the  demolition of my home in early 2017. He then submitted the certificate, dated March 2017, to Kent Stiles, the payout adjuster for Safeco. The insurance company hides behind the fact that they are solely responsible for paying out. Any problems with your work, take it up with the contractor. 

Vince Paglia then assigned the rebuild to Steve Willsey of Willsey Construction, but who presented a card that indicated he worked for Protech. It seemed odd to me that Willsey never had plans for a rebuild, but worked from plans that clearly said they were drawn for repair work.

There was a thing, a major thing. My home was demo’d, but the insurance paperwork never stated my home was rebuilt for the duration of the time the claim was open. The department that works out your payments, figures out your premium, was never notified that the house had been rebuilt. When I notified them of the fact, they sent someone out to verify the rebuild and measure the square footage. This is when I learned the house was 8 sq ft smaller than it had been.

I didn’t learn about the tripling of my property taxes until a couple of months ago. I had to pay for 2017 and 2018. My property taxes for the entire year were $622. My first installment is now $988. That is more than my monthly pittance from social security. What once was affordable is now unaffordable, through the fault of the contractor and insurance company. I am being beggared while Kent Stiles, Olivia Casarez, Vince Paglia, Nahal Mazandarani et al. mock me all the way to their respective banks.

Only in America?


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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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MGC MORTGAGE, INC. aka DOVENMUEHLE BANK and PROBATE in CALIFORNA (REAL/REAL)

My mother of blessed memory left 10 years ago. She had a mortgage loan with RBC Mortgage or some such. They had purchased the loan from Aames Home Loan when they went under. My mother’s death was reported to this first alphabet soup company, which was only concerned with who was going to pay the mortgage. My name was not on my mother’s loan. Instead of getting me to continue making payments, I should have been told to file probate. Mortgage holders, in California, have to make a claim on the estate of a deceased mortgagee within a year of the death. The first alphabet soup company sold the mortgage to MGC Mortgage, Inc. without, I think, disclosing the facts of my mother’s death, or MGC Mortgage knowingly committed fraud by having me make payments on an account that was not mine and for which I received no credit for 7 years.

No one is responsible for another’s debts unless you signed, co-signed, or in some other way obligated yourself or made yourself responsible for the bill.

How is it, then, that my mother, whose initial loan was $25,500, now owes MGC Mortgage almost twice that amount 10 years after her death? Why is my mother’s credit being shredded 10 years after her death?

In 2012, an employee of the Los Angeles County Tax Assessor’s office told me to file probate in order to transfer title of the property to my name. There really oughta be a manual…. I thank the Great Spirit daily for motivating her to speak, else I would still be being victimized.

Filing probate costs lots of money, but I got her done. Probate was open for 3 years. MGC Mortgage was duly notified of all that was going on. They were the only creditor listed when probate was initially filed. They needed to make a claim within 4 months of receiving my Letters of Administration, if I have interpreted the Code correctly. No claim was made. Probate closed and I was awarded the property. In the summary, it clearly states that no creditor claims were received by either the Court or the Administrator. Case closed, yes?

No. MGC Mortgage is still trying to get money from my mother’s account. They want me to assume a loan that should not exist. They want me to pay more on top of the 7 years worth of payments made by me, and the decades of payments made by my mother on a $25.5K loan.

MGC Mortgage’s legal department seems unfamiliar with the rules of law, Probate Code, and court orders. They have foreclosed on the property, after 10 years of milking the account, and plan to sell on 15 July 2015. I explained to them that they failed to make a claim on the Estate, the property was awarded to me with no stipulations, and they needed to respect that as the Business Oversight Bureau of the great state of California informed me that I have grounds for making a complaint.

Probate is about paperwork and reading the the Code to find applicable information to help transfer property title from the deceased to a new owner; it is work that can be accomplished by a dedicated paralegal.

In the final hour, I received a notice from the Los Angeles County Recorder to contact Consumer Affairs for help in stopping the foreclosure sale of the property. They, too, thought I had to assume the loan or pay MGC Mortgage, but I explained the situation, directed them to the sections of the Code I used to defend my position, and they decided to look further at the problem to see if they can at least help stop the sale.

Update tomorrow.