The day started with a loud crash at 6:20 am, right below my bedroom (I think). I guess Richard Pollington wanted to make sure I made my court date. My alarm went off ten minutes later.
Off to court I went, knowing it would almost certainly be another remand.
I did get a chance to speak to duty council about the private complaint, after sorting out an error in the spelling of my name.
The entire Pollington family was there, all dressed in their Sunday-Go-to-Meeting finest and looking righteous and outraged. (At least I think that’s what was intended in Jennifer Pollington’s case. A woman of her build should not wear a mumu style dress in court, or anywhere else. Just one man’s opinion.) Wayne Esterbrook, Jeremy Stamper’s surety, was there as well. The whole crew turned out. Agostino was there as well. John wasn’t.
The case was remanded until August 12, 2019 in hopes that there would be some kind of resolution at the LTB merit hearing on August 6, 2019. There was a gasp of outrage from Christina Stamper, who then asked in a loud voice “May I speak?”. The judge replied with an abrupt “No”, so I turned and left the courtroom.
As I left the courtroom, Christina Stamper shoved past me in the doorway, then turned to me and said “You’re nothing but white trash” in a loud voice. I probably should have ignored it, but I replied “I intend to see that your son has a criminal record this time, madame.” I nearly choked on the word “madame” but we were in a courthouse after all. It was as much civility as I could muster at the time.
I think the Stampers and the Pollingtons thought the trial was that day. That would explain a lot. As I was leaving, Christina warned me to watch out for “Ricky”, which I took to mean Richard Pollington Jr.
It seemed prudent to report this to police, so I stopped in at 155 King William to make my complaint. These lunatics were getting bolder. While I was at it, I made a complaint of Public Mischief against whoever had said I was waving a camera in their face on July 14, 2019. I was getting tired of the bogus complaints. I don’t have the Occurrence Report yet, and doubt it went anywhere. A constable Davies (#1200) did say he would speak to Christina Stamper. I don’t know if he ever did. I also spoke to one of the staff sergeants informally about my complaint about Lavie. She advised me to speak to Lavie’s Staff Sergeant, and gave me a card with the name and times that individual was on duty.
Then I went to work for the rest of the day, all two hours of it. Another day wasted on this steaming pile of bovine fecal matter.