CLYDE SANDERS< FEMALE  SADIST STALKER OF NEEDLES, CA.:
Georgia, who then owned a pawn shop, told me, that Clyde Sanders, badgered a female neighbor of Sanders for so long, so persistently, stalking her constantly, that the woman left the area permanently...then Christy, driver of Needles transit, told me, she had a friend across the river in Arizona, where Clyde Sanders lives, that Clyde Sanders after stalking, actually beat up that person. / So when Sanders moved into rm9, her S.S.I. client, Mr. Al Hill, we all knew trouble was in. Several tenants heard her in Hills room, tell him, that "If he didnt do what she wanted, she would have him sent to an old folks home."  / She came to visit him drunk and drank on the grounds, bleating she had the right to do so. I called the police when she left, apparently, she did receive a DUI. / She complained loudly that a tiny little flower bed, I had done by his doorsteps, was actually his, so I removed it to its original dust, and then she still complained loudly. / On one occasion, I sat in the dark near my garden, and she parked in her shabby ranchero nearby, was heard by me, shouting at Hill, that "she didnt give a F., she ruled this area, then she screamed at him, cursing him, as one day, she did at the local Bank of America, out their front door, him sitting in her vehicle. A couple of months later, Mr. Hill showed up with his eyes so blackened, I thought, he should be in the hospital. He denied anyone hit him, but we all knew Sanders had, on one of the nights they went together to a local casino to drink and gamble. The next day, she sat by him in his chair by his front door, a drink in her hand...she said that my " wet sidewalks from gardening, is why he fell into the palm tree blackening his eyes." I said, we "all know you did it to him."  At which, SHE JUMPS UP OUT OF HER CHAIR AND STANDS IN FRONT OF ME< AS I TRY TO WALK CALMLY BACK TO MY ROOM TO CALL 911. SHE IS DANCING LIKE A BOXER< JABBIBG HER ARMS AT ME< SCREAMING VILE INSULTS AND OBSCENITIES, finally, she does touch my torso with a jabbing and I say, "THATS ASSUALT AND BATTERY," and she departs, and I go call 911.  The first deputy on the scene is our Needles, Ca., country boy looking CLAYTON BAILEY, (though in college, he majored in computers.)  HE REFUSED TO ARREST HER OR LET ME PRESS CHARGES! In the next two days, a Officer Romero also refuses as well as an Officer Von Held. I told them, on the day of Hills beating, I at dusk went out to get her Rancheros license plate license, while it sat at the motel curb. When I did, she came out of the Ranchero, and put a rod like instrument in the back of the camper covered vehicle. / I let it go finally, even though, months later, Mr. Hill showed up in the same condition, and I witnessed him drunk, sitting in chair, fondling a black golf club shaft. Months later too, I called the D.A.'s office in Needles, Ca., and the female attendant said the police could not have reported this to them. But they hadnt, she admitted. She told me to call the Sheriffs station demanding they do that, but Clayton Bailey came out, in his new gray METH skin coloring, and said, the "D.A.'s office had overstepped its boundary", refusing to do anything more. The San Bernardino County D.A,'s office also refused to follow up. THE WHOLE DAMN COUNTY IS CORRUPT, BUT KNOW THIS THE COUNTY D.A. OFFICE BOASTS IN PRINT ITS ELDER ABUSE CONCERNS AND GETS AWARDS FOR ITS LYING, published in the San Bernardino County Sun Newspaper, who has for sometime blocked my emails to them, SOME FREE PRESS.
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