The year approximately 1976-1977, the following is a account of the business dealing surrounding Richard Hoffman "Rick" as know to most people. Rick was a very personable man, early thirties, well groomed, sexy to a point. He had not been practicing very long. He was in a two man office calling itself Grimes and Hoffman, they were a limited partnership, in Blue Springs Missouri, they were moderately successful. Rick had a lovely wife and two children, had purchased a new car, either a Cadillac or a Mercedes. He had a following of actual court house Groupies, this writer did not realize attorneys had followers like this. Richard had one serious flaw other than women, he developed a love for the "Snow Train", he rode this train with much gusto. He enjoyed his new found triumphs. Eventually the price of the train ride became more than his fees collected from clients and he started to steal from client's accounts and from the firm. His work also suffered in his ability to represent his clients. He started making mistakes in day to day operations, costing his clients in their individual cases. His reputation got to the point to where the opposing attorneys would insert female attorneys into their cases to run distraction on Rick. Coke and Vagina had once again contributed to the downfall of someone who should have had a successful career. Richard represented a young couple during this time, whereas the couple were involved in a deal with a "House Builder" from Independence Missouri. This being Harvey L. Stockton, married to Nancy, the father of two children, son Wade and a small daughter. Harvey at this time lived on East 36th St Terrace, Independence Missouri, very close to 15910 East 36th St; Terrace. Harvey was a drywall man for some time, then decided to build as it was easier than actual working. He had started a house for the couple and it became time for him to go on vacation. He disappeared to Canada with his good friend, George Jackson, a loan officer at Blue Valley Federal Savings and Loan. Blue Valley at one time was very profitable, then they became overran with trash like Jackson and eventually went under as did many savings and loans during this time. When Harvey returned from vacation he proceeded to start back to work on the young couple's home. During his absence the basement had been poured without proper supervision and it had cracked, the young couple decided to seek other professional help to finish the home. Stockton would not give them a bill to pay him for his work thus far. His friend at Blue Valley refused to release any of the funds for the couple to finish the house, until in George's words " His good friend Harvey was settled with". Of course they could not settle with Harvey without release of their funds. A catch 22. Ultimately Harvey filed a mechanics lien on the property effectively stopping the couple from any farther work on the house. Enter Rick Hoffman, ace attorney, lover of women and regular passenger on the "Snow Train". The firm representing Stockton selected a young female to go head to head with Rick. The end result Rick signed a paper with the attorney without the knowledge of the young couple and they subsequently lost their house. This was the only loan the couple could find, as they had spent several thousand on purchasing the lot to build on. This was at Raintree Lake in Lees Summit Missouri.
Richard was later disbarred and left the state, losing his wife and two beautiful children. Allegedly he moved to San Antonio Texas and was working for a firm called Data Point, this according to his partner Larry Grimes. Larry later retired and moved to Puerto Rico, apparently a choice of several people who wanted to get away.
Harvey Stockton continued on in a diminished state eventually ending up working maintenance at the old Independence Hospital in the downtown area. He allegedly developed a lung disease. This writer is hopeful he lived in severe pain the last years of his life. There was no information on his wife Nancy however she was just as corrupt and dishonest as her husband, so perhaps she suffered a similar health problem, probably not as she never worked.
The young couple eventually were able to recoup after several years and are doing well today.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Corruption In Jackson County Missouri
In keeping with exposing the corrupt and malevolent actions taking place in this state and this country we will jump back a few years. The year is 1976, the place Blue Springs Missouri, at the time a small sleepy village due East of Kansas City, which was just beginning to experience growing pains. In order to move more people the government was making what they called Agriculture Loans to people of less means. This area became an area of people who were less affluent and more of a mixed society. Now on one street called North Fourth Street Court, a cul-de-sac, or a street closed at one end, many times ending in a circle of sorts. On this street there were three families which for one reason or another were involved in a feud of sorts. These families consisted of a family named Garcia which had two families living there, two brothers and their children, only one had a wife. One other family named Forest and a Jones household. The matter escalated to the point of near violence. The Forest family had a daughter who possessed an exceptionally large chest, she was being dated by an older boy from Independence who considered himself somewhat something of a stud. The feud was surrounding the children, the older Mexican Garcia boy was jealous of the younger Jones boy as the Jones boy was extremely good looking and a very talented athlete even at his very young age. The attempted bullying included the Garcias, Forests, and other children on the street. The Jones boy could hold his own, this did not sit well with the Mexican family or the Forest family. Now the stud from Independence on one of his trips to drop off the Forest girl decided to chase the Jones boy into his own driveway with his car, coming very close to the boy. The other families were outside laughing, watching this . This seems to be typical behavior within groups of people of sub standard education or intelligence. The Jones family pressed charges as they had witnessed the encounter. The Independence boy was arrested and a court date was set. The Jones family kept calling to get the time and actual date of the case. The police department of Blue Springs would not give them the date and time, therefore the case was thrown out for failure to prosecute. This was the first encounter the Jones family had with the corruption police in the state of Missouri, however it would not be the last. So ended the first saga.
The situation continued and the Jones boy and the Garcia boy eventually came to blows, the Mexican did not come out on the winning end of the altercation. Eventually there was a meeting called with the male heads of the three families and the Blue Springs police force. The intervening "officer" was Raymond "Taco" Vasquaz, yes another Mexican. How strange in such a small town back in 1976, that the Jones family would draw a "officer" of this race. When the meeting took place the Mexican Vascquaz, for some reason excused himself and left the room, locking the door behind him. He left the Jones man alone in a room with two Mexican Garcia's and the Forest man. The three proceeded to threaten the Jones man. This verbal abuse went on for a good five minutes clearly this was planned in advance. When "Taco" returned he proceeded to speak to the room, clearly speaking to the Jones man, telling him there could be tires cut, windows broken out, house siding damaged, and his wife might get frightened. All of these bad things could happen unless the situation was settled down. The Jones family decided to stand down and put their house up for sale. But even here the insanity did not stop, the kids of the other households would come over and harass the real estate people when they were showing the house. The property eventually sold, no thinks to the people on the street or the Blue Springs police department. The police chief at this time was a Chief Brown, he made no effort to do his job at all. At this time the Jones family realized they would have to protect themselves as the police could not be depended on. Since then the husband and wife have purchased numerous military ordinance, both small arms and ammo, even to the point of purchasing a FFL license. They decided this situation would never again be placed upon them. I would imagine this has happened thousands of times across this extremely corrupt country. I would surmise this pales in comparison to many other situations.
This writer encourages other to respond with their stories of whatever they choose, it does not have to be about this Fascist country or its state government, you may expose individuals if desired.
In keeping with exposing the corrupt and malevolent actions taking place in this state and this country we will jump back a few years. The year is 1976, the place Blue Springs Missouri, at the time a small sleepy village due East of Kansas City, which was just beginning to experience growing pains. In order to move more people the government was making what they called Agriculture Loans to people of less means. This area became an area of people who were less affluent and more of a mixed society. Now on one street called North Fourth Street Court, a cul-de-sac, or a street closed at one end, many times ending in a circle of sorts. On this street there were three families which for one reason or another were involved in a feud of sorts. These families consisted of a family named Garcia which had two families living there, two brothers and their children, only one had a wife. One other family named Forest and a Jones household. The matter escalated to the point of near violence. The Forest family had a daughter who possessed an exceptionally large chest, she was being dated by an older boy from Independence who considered himself somewhat something of a stud. The feud was surrounding the children, the older Mexican Garcia boy was jealous of the younger Jones boy as the Jones boy was extremely good looking and a very talented athlete even at his very young age. The attempted bullying included the Garcias, Forests, and other children on the street. The Jones boy could hold his own, this did not sit well with the Mexican family or the Forest family. Now the stud from Independence on one of his trips to drop off the Forest girl decided to chase the Jones boy into his own driveway with his car, coming very close to the boy. The other families were outside laughing, watching this . This seems to be typical behavior within groups of people of sub standard education or intelligence. The Jones family pressed charges as they had witnessed the encounter. The Independence boy was arrested and a court date was set. The Jones family kept calling to get the time and actual date of the case. The police department of Blue Springs would not give them the date and time, therefore the case was thrown out for failure to prosecute. This was the first encounter the Jones family had with the corruption police in the state of Missouri, however it would not be the last. So ended the first saga.
The situation continued and the Jones boy and the Garcia boy eventually came to blows, the Mexican did not come out on the winning end of the altercation. Eventually there was a meeting called with the male heads of the three families and the Blue Springs police force. The intervening "officer" was Raymond "Taco" Vasquaz, yes another Mexican. How strange in such a small town back in 1976, that the Jones family would draw a "officer" of this race. When the meeting took place the Mexican Vascquaz, for some reason excused himself and left the room, locking the door behind him. He left the Jones man alone in a room with two Mexican Garcia's and the Forest man. The three proceeded to threaten the Jones man. This verbal abuse went on for a good five minutes clearly this was planned in advance. When "Taco" returned he proceeded to speak to the room, clearly speaking to the Jones man, telling him there could be tires cut, windows broken out, house siding damaged, and his wife might get frightened. All of these bad things could happen unless the situation was settled down. The Jones family decided to stand down and put their house up for sale. But even here the insanity did not stop, the kids of the other households would come over and harass the real estate people when they were showing the house. The property eventually sold, no thinks to the people on the street or the Blue Springs police department. The police chief at this time was a Chief Brown, he made no effort to do his job at all. At this time the Jones family realized they would have to protect themselves as the police could not be depended on. Since then the husband and wife have purchased numerous military ordinance, both small arms and ammo, even to the point of purchasing a FFL license. They decided this situation would never again be placed upon them. I would imagine this has happened thousands of times across this extremely corrupt country. I would surmise this pales in comparison to many other situations.
This writer encourages other to respond with their stories of whatever they choose, it does not have to be about this Fascist country or its state government, you may expose individuals if desired.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Medical Malpractice By Way Of Mercy Hospital Springfield Missouri
The following is an actual letter that was sent to Mercy Hospital and to the Joint Commission.
There was no reply or response from either entity.
Under the banner of Homeland Security this sort of subjection is allowed and even encouraged by this Fascist government of the US. Certain large hospitals along with FEMA and the Red Cross can detain American citizens against their will. This is a little known fact, however it is very real.
February 19, 2012
Mercy a.k.a. St. Johns
Regarding emergency room visit 2-16-2012
To whom it may concern:
I entered the E.R. at about 1 A.M. on a Thursday morning, and went straight to the reception desk. I was asked my problem, I stated my colon was severely impacted and now I could not pass urine. I told the woman in reception it had been approximately 16 hours since I had urinated and I was in severe pain. So much pain I could not sit down and was doubled over for her interview. She pointed in the general direction of the triage rooms and had me walk, still doubled over, to the row of rooms which I assumed were the triage rooms. Both rooms 1 and 2 were occupied. I asked the person in room 2 where to go, she said to go on to room 3. I went in and waited, actually someone came very promptly. I was asked my problem and I repeated my previous statement, severely impacted colon, and unable to urinate. The same person, I'm guessing she was a nurse, ( she never identified herself) proceeded to administer a urinary catheter. She made the comment that a piece of skin had came off and was visible in the bag. She said she was sending the urine to be tested along with the piece of tissue. One month later I am still waiting for the results. She said I would need to wait for the doctor to see me and it would be as soon as possible. She closed both doors to the room, probably for my privacy. Now the inept part begins.
No one ever came back to check on me, I am unable to sit down I am in so much pain so I am in the floor by the chairs, watching the clock. Three hours went by and I notice my catheter bag is completely full, so I found a bathroom and drained the bag. I went back to the room and continued to wait. I started to feel like I might pass out so I opened both doors to the room. At least with the doors opened somebody might actually see me if I were to faint. With the over abundance of digital clocks in your E.R. I was very aware of the hours of my pain getting worse and of the neglect I received. I had to empty my bag again, no one had bothered to come back and check on me at all. Now my pain is getting worse and I am starting to think, maybe they have forgotten about me, so I decided to get up and leave while I could still walk. I made it out the front doors and was about sixty feet from the emergency room doors when the person who installed the catheter came running and yelling after me. She said you cannot just leave, you haven't been seen by a doctor.. I was in so much pain it was altering my senses and so I walked back in to the E.R. She sent me back to the number three room, again by myself. I was invisible in this room, but not when I started to leave, she never once asked me if I was feeling better or worse. For some unknown reason there two security guards posted outside my room, one at each door. They stayed there for the rest of the night. They would occasionally talk to hospital staff passing by, you know normal hospital gossip. With my increased pain and the two guards hovering outside I started to wonder if I was going to be arrested or " Baker Acted". With all of this pain, and the waiting and no attention being given to me, I started to think about my older sister who died of an impacted colon. She checked herself into a Kansas City Missouri hospital, St. Lukes, complaining of stomach pains just like me. Three days later she is dead, due to her colon bursting while the hospital did nothing. My sister was actually sedated and placed on a "Vent" while they did testing . It took the attention of a first year nursing student suggesting to the attending doctor at St. Lukes to actually perform a exploratory surgery to discover her problem The nursing student had properly diagnosed the problem. Colon had burst completely destroying her organs with fecal waste. So here I sit, impacted bowel, ER staff refusing to allow me to leave, guards outside the doors. Finally after about two more hours they made me leave the room and go out into the general waiting area, apparently they needed the triage room for another hapless patient. I proceed to the general population area and had to kneel down in the floor, could not sit because of the severe abdomen pain. Guards followed me outside and both stood there watching me. I went over to the receptionist and asked to check myself out A.M.A. (Against Medical Advice). She informed me if I did this my catheter would have to be removed, by force if necessary. Now mind you, this would have been removing something inside my body which technically belonged to me and endangering my very life. Now at this point I am beyond tired and extremely weak, I would have been unable to defend myself from these two guards, I am also a 63 year old man with an extremely bad back so fighting back would have been futile. I then asked if I could get something from a concession or from the E.R. to coat my stomach, I have a bad ulcer and it was also starting to hurt. The receptionist informed me there was nothing available and if I tried to leave the area to get something the catheter would be forcibly removed. I asked what was taking so long and was informed their computer system was down and no patient was able to see a doctor, I repeat no one was able to see a doctor. The waiting room was very full.
I was unaware that medical care stops when the computers are "Down" She went on to say the system was down before I had come in several hour before. My oldest son trained at ST. Johns over 22 years ago, you know back when it was an actual facsimile of a hospital. Back in the day if you were trained at ST.Johns you were welcomed at other hospitals, especially down South. Back then if you were a fully trained E.M.T. they would promote you to status of paramedic in states like Alabama, they were so highly respected. They valued the training of Missouri care givers that much. So much for the good old days when the welfare of the patient meant more than billing and collecting. I actually know some of the people in your billing department, they are constantly being told to try to find any loopholes to bill Medicare , whether it is a legal charge or not. The top ten rating of St. Johns- Mercy is based on billing and collecting, not quality of care. Your priorities are evident.
Now back to the waiting game to see the doctor. Around 7:15 a.m. I was finally sent back to see a doctor, this being the morning shift. Was there even a doctor on staff for the previous shift? If so why was I denied access to such a doctor who might have actually helped me? I was instructed to go to the appointed area somewhere several feet away from the waiting room area. I was sent there on my own, no one took me there, I had to walk the entire way by myself. Due to my worsening condition I cannot sit or lie down so I am kneeling on the floor when the doctor and nurse finally arrive in the room. The first thing out of the nurses mouth was to ask me if I were praying since I was on my knees, not Are you okay or to ask if I had fallen, I raised myself up without any assistance from the doctor or nurse. The doctor listens to my heart through the gown and listens to my breathing, does not check my catheter, simply asks why I am there. I repeat the story, severely impacted colon unable to urinate before catheter was installed. He tell me to drink water, take stool softeners, go to my regular doctor on Monday and get the catheter removed, go home have a nice day. A woman from accounts receivable comes in to recheck all the pertinent billing information and to verify for sure who I am. In total she spent more time with me than the doctor did. But then again billing and collecting are more important than care of patients. For six and one half hours I was in pain and forced to remain there for a six minute doctor visit. I left the hospital unescorted no wheel chair, no guards anymore, their mission had been fulfilled. My son in Florida when hearing of this insanity was appalled, if this had happened in the Florida system there would have been severe consequences for the staff. Now I understand the incompetence, it starts with the doctor and trickles down the chain. I suppose me being severely impacted posed no health risk at all, as no one bothered to check this , no scans or labs were performed, I could have died in your E.R. and nobody would have been concerned. Just another elderly person. The amount of time I spent I could have driven to St. Louis, to a real hospital such as Barnes.
When an E.R. cannot treat patients, they go on diversion, I should have been told I would not be treated until the computer system was back online. I know your hospital is classified a Trauma One hospital requiring you to be fully staffed at all times, for all occasions. I just saw in the newspaper, allegedly a patient was sexually assaulted in you hospital while in your care and it was on camera, so much for quality care and being in a safe environment. Where were your security guards while this woman was being attacked Were they perhaps detaining another elderly person to prevent them from leaving your exquisite care? If this in normal procedure at Mercy-St Johns the general public should be informed. There is a web site dedicated to exposing corruption such as this , I will post this letter there.
Mercy
1235 East Cherokee
Springfield MO 65804
The Joint Commission
One Renaissance Boulevard
Oakbrook Terrace
IL 60181
There was no reply or response from either entity.
Under the banner of Homeland Security this sort of subjection is allowed and even encouraged by this Fascist government of the US. Certain large hospitals along with FEMA and the Red Cross can detain American citizens against their will. This is a little known fact, however it is very real.
February 19, 2012
Mercy a.k.a. St. Johns
Regarding emergency room visit 2-16-2012
To whom it may concern:
I entered the E.R. at about 1 A.M. on a Thursday morning, and went straight to the reception desk. I was asked my problem, I stated my colon was severely impacted and now I could not pass urine. I told the woman in reception it had been approximately 16 hours since I had urinated and I was in severe pain. So much pain I could not sit down and was doubled over for her interview. She pointed in the general direction of the triage rooms and had me walk, still doubled over, to the row of rooms which I assumed were the triage rooms. Both rooms 1 and 2 were occupied. I asked the person in room 2 where to go, she said to go on to room 3. I went in and waited, actually someone came very promptly. I was asked my problem and I repeated my previous statement, severely impacted colon, and unable to urinate. The same person, I'm guessing she was a nurse, ( she never identified herself) proceeded to administer a urinary catheter. She made the comment that a piece of skin had came off and was visible in the bag. She said she was sending the urine to be tested along with the piece of tissue. One month later I am still waiting for the results. She said I would need to wait for the doctor to see me and it would be as soon as possible. She closed both doors to the room, probably for my privacy. Now the inept part begins.
No one ever came back to check on me, I am unable to sit down I am in so much pain so I am in the floor by the chairs, watching the clock. Three hours went by and I notice my catheter bag is completely full, so I found a bathroom and drained the bag. I went back to the room and continued to wait. I started to feel like I might pass out so I opened both doors to the room. At least with the doors opened somebody might actually see me if I were to faint. With the over abundance of digital clocks in your E.R. I was very aware of the hours of my pain getting worse and of the neglect I received. I had to empty my bag again, no one had bothered to come back and check on me at all. Now my pain is getting worse and I am starting to think, maybe they have forgotten about me, so I decided to get up and leave while I could still walk. I made it out the front doors and was about sixty feet from the emergency room doors when the person who installed the catheter came running and yelling after me. She said you cannot just leave, you haven't been seen by a doctor.. I was in so much pain it was altering my senses and so I walked back in to the E.R. She sent me back to the number three room, again by myself. I was invisible in this room, but not when I started to leave, she never once asked me if I was feeling better or worse. For some unknown reason there two security guards posted outside my room, one at each door. They stayed there for the rest of the night. They would occasionally talk to hospital staff passing by, you know normal hospital gossip. With my increased pain and the two guards hovering outside I started to wonder if I was going to be arrested or " Baker Acted". With all of this pain, and the waiting and no attention being given to me, I started to think about my older sister who died of an impacted colon. She checked herself into a Kansas City Missouri hospital, St. Lukes, complaining of stomach pains just like me. Three days later she is dead, due to her colon bursting while the hospital did nothing. My sister was actually sedated and placed on a "Vent" while they did testing . It took the attention of a first year nursing student suggesting to the attending doctor at St. Lukes to actually perform a exploratory surgery to discover her problem The nursing student had properly diagnosed the problem. Colon had burst completely destroying her organs with fecal waste. So here I sit, impacted bowel, ER staff refusing to allow me to leave, guards outside the doors. Finally after about two more hours they made me leave the room and go out into the general waiting area, apparently they needed the triage room for another hapless patient. I proceed to the general population area and had to kneel down in the floor, could not sit because of the severe abdomen pain. Guards followed me outside and both stood there watching me. I went over to the receptionist and asked to check myself out A.M.A. (Against Medical Advice). She informed me if I did this my catheter would have to be removed, by force if necessary. Now mind you, this would have been removing something inside my body which technically belonged to me and endangering my very life. Now at this point I am beyond tired and extremely weak, I would have been unable to defend myself from these two guards, I am also a 63 year old man with an extremely bad back so fighting back would have been futile. I then asked if I could get something from a concession or from the E.R. to coat my stomach, I have a bad ulcer and it was also starting to hurt. The receptionist informed me there was nothing available and if I tried to leave the area to get something the catheter would be forcibly removed. I asked what was taking so long and was informed their computer system was down and no patient was able to see a doctor, I repeat no one was able to see a doctor. The waiting room was very full.
I was unaware that medical care stops when the computers are "Down" She went on to say the system was down before I had come in several hour before. My oldest son trained at ST. Johns over 22 years ago, you know back when it was an actual facsimile of a hospital. Back in the day if you were trained at ST.Johns you were welcomed at other hospitals, especially down South. Back then if you were a fully trained E.M.T. they would promote you to status of paramedic in states like Alabama, they were so highly respected. They valued the training of Missouri care givers that much. So much for the good old days when the welfare of the patient meant more than billing and collecting. I actually know some of the people in your billing department, they are constantly being told to try to find any loopholes to bill Medicare , whether it is a legal charge or not. The top ten rating of St. Johns- Mercy is based on billing and collecting, not quality of care. Your priorities are evident.
Now back to the waiting game to see the doctor. Around 7:15 a.m. I was finally sent back to see a doctor, this being the morning shift. Was there even a doctor on staff for the previous shift? If so why was I denied access to such a doctor who might have actually helped me? I was instructed to go to the appointed area somewhere several feet away from the waiting room area. I was sent there on my own, no one took me there, I had to walk the entire way by myself. Due to my worsening condition I cannot sit or lie down so I am kneeling on the floor when the doctor and nurse finally arrive in the room. The first thing out of the nurses mouth was to ask me if I were praying since I was on my knees, not Are you okay or to ask if I had fallen, I raised myself up without any assistance from the doctor or nurse. The doctor listens to my heart through the gown and listens to my breathing, does not check my catheter, simply asks why I am there. I repeat the story, severely impacted colon unable to urinate before catheter was installed. He tell me to drink water, take stool softeners, go to my regular doctor on Monday and get the catheter removed, go home have a nice day. A woman from accounts receivable comes in to recheck all the pertinent billing information and to verify for sure who I am. In total she spent more time with me than the doctor did. But then again billing and collecting are more important than care of patients. For six and one half hours I was in pain and forced to remain there for a six minute doctor visit. I left the hospital unescorted no wheel chair, no guards anymore, their mission had been fulfilled. My son in Florida when hearing of this insanity was appalled, if this had happened in the Florida system there would have been severe consequences for the staff. Now I understand the incompetence, it starts with the doctor and trickles down the chain. I suppose me being severely impacted posed no health risk at all, as no one bothered to check this , no scans or labs were performed, I could have died in your E.R. and nobody would have been concerned. Just another elderly person. The amount of time I spent I could have driven to St. Louis, to a real hospital such as Barnes.
When an E.R. cannot treat patients, they go on diversion, I should have been told I would not be treated until the computer system was back online. I know your hospital is classified a Trauma One hospital requiring you to be fully staffed at all times, for all occasions. I just saw in the newspaper, allegedly a patient was sexually assaulted in you hospital while in your care and it was on camera, so much for quality care and being in a safe environment. Where were your security guards while this woman was being attacked Were they perhaps detaining another elderly person to prevent them from leaving your exquisite care? If this in normal procedure at Mercy-St Johns the general public should be informed. There is a web site dedicated to exposing corruption such as this , I will post this letter there.
Mercy
1235 East Cherokee
Springfield MO 65804
The Joint Commission
One Renaissance Boulevard
Oakbrook Terrace
IL 60181
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