Disecting Robi's Demanda
4-5-'06

Boilerplate normal, the first half page. It's against Chayo and me.

He goes on then to state that he acquired land around San Cosme legally, this corresponding to plano general de Ejido San Jose De La Noria. He's referring here to the infamously incorrect "Plano Definitivo" of same ejido. What he fails to mention is that the ejido was in no position to sell any land...until it got its PROCEEDE document; which it still doesn't have.

He, in the next paragraph goes on to pat himself on the back, in an almost philanthropic way, because of work he's providing for members of the ejdio; him nowhere saying that he's a Los Cabos/San Diego style developer, plain and simple, with the aspiration of walking away from situation with way more bucks in his pocket than he's putting in, him capitalizing the areas natural magnificence, something his plans work towards diminishing.

He rambles on then for two more paragraphs about the harm that I'm causing with this website...before he narrows his attack down to three of my stories that supposedly prove his point.

With "Shoot the Messenger," he tries to say that a situation that frighten many there at San Cosme, Chayo, Maria, Alejo, simply didn't happen. This is when he was shaking translations of "Marina San Cosme er Another Punto Banda?" in the faces of those there, telling them that I said this and that, which I never did, telling them he was gonna sic his lawyer on 'em, him stating to Chayo that I might as well plan on not coming back, him bein' six er seven times stronger here than I was in Mexico. (Read "Lost in Translation.")

Then he's off onto that "Marina San Cosme" story itself, him trying to say that I say that money being used in his project was narco bucks, which any careful reading, in English er Spanish, certainly proves him wrong. He goes on to essentially prove his thesis is wacko by stating that I say that narcos wouldn't be so stupid to invest money in such a ridiculous manner. (My thinking here was that money sunk into any property in and around San Cosme was money certainly ill spent, especially with all the over-lapping property claims.) And he states, correctly, that I say that money could be laundered here in Mexico (no shit) in much wiser and more lucrative ways, i.e., than on his project. (Does anyone doubt that drug money can be laundered in Mexico, or the U.S.A., or Canada, or...?) This is his "big guns" charge against me, for defamation of his character, me never once using his name. This is the one he seems most sensitive to, also.

The third story which he sees as important enough to get officially translated and present as evidence against bad 'ol me, "The Trapper," which has absolutely nothing to do with Robi or anything he's up to here, and really shows how ignorant he is of our situation here in El Carrizalito. You talk about bein' short on ammunition and grabbin' fer straws! Or, as Sr. Yee chuckled, "Lookin' fer needle in mountainous haystack."

He talks about me taking the law into my own hands effecting vehicular traffic on a public road that all have the right to pass over.

Obviously Robi was never informed about us already having fought and won the "locked gate fights," all three er four rounds of 'em. During that battle Gutierrez and Cresincio Telmontes and Trojillo hurled legal actions against me (the Loreto police, Immigrations, Ministeria Publico, Federal Tide Zone inspectors), these always coupled with radio and newspaper attacks; sometimes those "get rid of the bad gringo" campaigns started a month before we showed up here.

The El Carrizalito road, because it goes to no other property nor to the federal tide zone is just like someone's driveway. And yes we can gate it, and lock the gate, and we have every right do defend the rancho from trespassers, even to the point of use of force, just like you can with an intruder in your house.

The Federal agency that did come to investigate accusations that we were illegally utilizing the federal tide zone drew an accurate sketch of the situation while giving us an absolutely clean bill of health.

All those attacks had the effect of sorta immunizing us from further assaults, those agencies involved actually investigating, finding charges but overblown hot air, which were taking up their scant time and resources.

Grabbing for one last straw, him using my own words, he states that I was speaking bad about the Governor and the Presidente Municipal of Loreto. (The past administraton.) And I guess, 'cause I'm a gringo, he thinks I'm not supposta talk about politics here in Mexico; something, according to my legal advisers, considering my documents, I have the perfect right to do. And, gosh...with my pen I've been doing this for a long string of years now.

Robi winds this up with about two thirds of a page more of blah, blah, bullshit and boilerplate - and that's it!

After it sunk in just how shallow and baseless this grand demanda jazz actually was, me understanding full well how easily I could refute the whole ball-of-wax (I mean, shit, Marcia had dug out all relevant articles and documents that certainly should'a had an effect on that blond headed delagado) it gets me ta thinkin', "What the hell did we need a LaPaz heavyweight lawyer for?"

A half hour conversation, if this delagado 'il grant me that, well that should put this thing to rest.

So, it's Saturday, and I call Sr. Yee and tell him that I was just gonna type up a brief statement, go in and try to make my presentation on Monday, do it gut-shot, and forget about it then.

Yee agrees that in front of an fair and impartial audience, this would most likely work. But he doesn't feel that's what we'll get, the well being poisoned ahead of us.

He still was recommending the LaPaz lawyer. He'd already sent all the info he'd so diligently collected, by bus, off to the capital.

As stated previously, I learned a long time ago to listen to my lawyer's advice.

"Ok," I relented. "We'll play things your way."

He told me to be ready to move towards on Loreto Tuesday 'er Wednesday.

He assured me he'd keep me informed.

Email: david@dondavidonbaja.com