Much confusion is caused for both attorneys and the public because of the two courthouses. It is hard to determine which tank prisoners will be brought to for interviews. It is often necessary for attorneys preparing bail packages to bounce back between both courthouses to get everything prepared. And in a time period when the court attorneys are having their bills constantly snipped by .1 hours here and .2 hours there, it is questionable whether this was the best expenditure of public money. Competent representation for indigents with more investigative services should have been a higher priority than the courthouse. Also more federal money should be spent to make the jails more efficient so that attorneys can be processed faster, thus saving the government thousand of dollars every day. There is also a great deal of "dead space" in the monolith of the new courthouse.
I'm honestly afraid. Important people agree. It's not just me causing trouble.
Kangaroo court. It doesn't matter if you can prove that you have not committed an actual crime. They just have to form an opinion and that's all that matters.
Supervised a Blood Bank. Worked microbiology, hematology, blood chemistry, forensics. Overall great experience. Later on,
So this whole thing goes to Federal court. This is not actually even a federal crime. It's a personal injury suit but it's being dressed up in a fancy tuxedo in court basically by making it into a "terrorist" event. Terrorists have weapons. I was wearing swim trunks and flip flops.
I hate guns and violence. I have seen way too much guns and violence. I hate violence.
I worked Medivac flights transporting wounded marines, VIP officials in danger zones, etc. Iraq, Afghanistan, middle-of-nowhere, to typically Germany or Italy to larger medical facilities. Back and forth on a daily basis. Blood, guts, "galore".
I feel afraid to say it out loud that I was the victim in this circumstance. I have been subjected to so many kinds of legal abuse that I can't even get started on describing it.
It's already a bad scenario with stupid written all over it. So naturally, my mom calls me from the East coast telling me she wants to help. She comes to California where she proceeds to have a midlife crisis.
Well, I fell for it. He punched me in the face a couple times and I punched him back out of reflex. He claimed that I was a terrorist and called a bomb threat on me. Several people beat the living hell out of me, leaving me with multiple bruises and wounds. They sent me to prison, claiming that I beat that man senseless and that I just confessed to the whole scheme right then and there. What am I? A villain from a bad 80s action movie?
Navy veteran 2005-2010 here.
People were saying that the seizure disorder I suffer from is all just a lie. They said sexually disturbing things about multiple men raping me as a kid. Yes, this exists in actual documents presented to the court.
Nice building, professional sherrifs at entry, clerks helpful, no lines, Obamas photo taken down immediately, left holes in the wall. Art work nice, feels like a protected builidng.
Basically so many kinds of abuses just so this security guard could win $5,000? Wow. Keep it. But why do I have to be a federal felon? There no video tape of this at all and there really should be somewhere. It would show that I didn't really hurt that man. I just didn't.
Honorably discharged with 100% service connected medical -- Seizures. Neurological problems from a head injury.
There are now two court houses, the old one is red brick and the new one is the new sky scraper across the street. Make sure you bring a valid form of identification to get in. Also, you have to go through a metal detector so mind your jewelry and clothing.
I've been blackmailed, sexually harassed, stalked, financially used like an infinite piggy bank by family members who basically capitalized on these legal problems.
Graduated from George Washington University [top medical school in the country] while on active duty as a Hospital Corpsman. 3.7GPA, ~93.33 average, top honors. 3rd in my class. Lots of volunteer work. Had special clearances. Lived in Naples, Italy. Learned Italian on-the-fly.
He literally walked into court in mummy bandages and claimed all kinds of injuries that just wouldn't even be associated with the one punch I hit him with. I hit him literally just out of reflex to not get hit again.
My wife walked into court claiming I'm just the worst person because I had said something about her physically beating me up all the time.
In 2013, a civilian employee on a Navy base literally just staged a big showdown to get attention and to try to clock an on-the-job injury before he was retired in 2 weeks.
In court, the case was almost on the toss-out pile. Then, someone produced all these documents in court claiming I'm just so outrageously insane that I hear the voice of Satan telling me to kill kittens. No doctor has ever diagnosed me with mental illness even remotely as severe as any of that. Anxiety and depression, yes. PTSD, yes. Not schizophrenia and psychosis.
Let me tell you my story.
My mom claimed that I'm suicidal and schizophrenic so she could convince the court to send me to live with her in Pennsylvania to "take care of me". That's just another way of saying "constantly threaten to report me to the police if I don't give her more money".
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