Spoiler Alert Spoiler
After we published part two of this blockbuster four-part series detailing the trials, tribulations, and eventual triumph of our friend Paul Lucas, the always-hateful Dan Chmielewski of the Liberal OC printed what he awkwardly dubbed a “Spoiler Alert” to the rest of our series, in which he prematurely danced a happy fat-man jig over what he wrongly perceived as the imminent demise of Paul’s voting and gun rights.
Without actually spoiling our season finale which will feature all the legal proceedings, we can safely say now that the malevolent “liberal” blogger is mistaken – Paul WILL be voting in this June’s primary and thereafter; he WILL have his second amendment rights restored within a year; and the police recently returned all his perfectly-legal medical cannabis. We just want the small-hearted Dan to get a head start sucking on that.
The Events of 10/26/2011
October of 2011 was a halcyon time, an era of hope, sunshine and idealism for which we already feel nostalgia. Occupy Orange County was at its apex in both Irvine and Santa Ana; California was settling into its new un-gerrymandered districts; our new Governor had put the kibosh on the Great Fairgrounds Swindle and was beginning to balance the budget. But the forces of incompetent evil were gathering around our hero Paul Lucas, as he innocently ran his legal medical marijuana collective from his apartment in Orange, while trying to stave off multiple illnesses.
We’ve seen, in Part Two of this series:
- how he was named by some busted junkie in Buena Park as someone who might have a quantity of meth at his dwelling place;
- how some creepy undercover cop named Gonzaldo Cetina was surveilling and “mad-dogging” him at an NA meeting (wrong AND illegal);
- how he had shortly beforehand found a tiny chunk of the wicked stuff in his girlfriend’s bag and (ill-advisedly) stashed it away in his bathroom safe to confront her with it later;
- and how the cops had, the day before, managed to obtain a warrant to raid his apartment, based on simply watching him have an innocuous conversation with a passerby from his parked car.
But Wednesday the 26th was another day in Southern California paradise – bright, sunny, ever so slightly breezy. Around 1:30 in the afternoon, as seven of Buena Park’s finest Keystone Kops closed in on Chez Lucas, Paul was out fetching his heart medicine (carvedilol) at a Garden Grove Walgreen’s, but there was love in the air. In fact, Paul’s male and female roommates [let’s call them Gilbert and Kayla] were in their bedroom dancing the Horizontal Mambo. I mean, they were emulating Shakespeare’s “Beast With Two Backs.” What I am trying to say is, they were pursuing “Afternoon Delights“ – engaging in a simple but zesty and satisfying game of “Hide the Salami.”
In fact, in the heat of their passion, the two young lovebirds didn’t even bother locking the front door, so it was perhaps in a pause between moans and panting that they looked at each other and asked, “What the hell is Hank [Paul’s feisty little pug] barking at? And who’s banging shit around out there?” And opening the door a crack they were met with the sight of SEVEN of Buena Park’s finest, tiptoeing through the apartment with guns drawn. “Where’s your roommate? WHERE IS PAUL LUCAS??” Gilbert and Kayla were allowed to dress, and made to wait in the dining area for half an hour while the police turned the place upside down, finding nothing but a modest amount of perfectly legal medical cannabis.
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It’s probably time to point out some non-sexual aspects of this story.

Yakuobovsky for real; Cetina approximated. As Paul described Cetina to me, I thought of the Tuturro character “Jesus the Bowler” from The Big Lebowsky; Paul laughed and said he does look a lot like him, except for with longer, less-greasy hair.
You’ll remember, from part 2, meeting Steve “The Yak” Yakubovsky, the gigantic, brutal, yet buffoonish Buena Park cop who had just been made a narcotics detective – you’ll remember, he was “fired in” to the team six days earlier, made to drink a “red Solo cup” full of tequila and hot sauce. Well – it was this new guy’s turn to be “lead detective” for this particular raid, and he didn’t do so well. Much of the report he filed afterward was falsified. For example, the report mentioned nothing about the roommates Gilbert and Kayla, or about entering the apartment before Paul got there or without knocking – and that is most likely because the warrant they had did not permit that.
And you’ll remember also Gonzaldo Cetina, the small, creepy, goateed undercover cop whom Paul had noticed glaring at him at his 12-step meeting a few days before the raid. (Paul also later remembered seeing these same two cops, undercover, driving slowly past his place a week earlier in a huge Toyota Tundra and staring at him.) Cetina, apparently a bit more experienced and competent than the Yak, had a hard time that day staying in a backing role and frequently stepped up when the hapless Yak was out of his depth.
Also remember, these cops had really been led to expect a huge amount of meth at this location, and the more it appeared this wasn’t the case, the more frustrated they got, but they were resolved to salvage SOMETHING out of the embarrassing exercise.
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Gonzaldo Cetina dreams of finding the biggest ball of speed ever. (“Eight year olds, Dude.”)
Okay, back on the clock: After twenty or thirty minutes, when the seven cops in the upstairs apartment heard the unmistakeable sound of the garage door opening below and Paul pulling his pickup in, two of them stayed upstairs to guard the roommates while the other five raced pellmell down the stairs to confront the evil-doer. Wiry little Gonzaldo was the fastest.
So, when the unsuspecting Paul parked his truck, reached over for his medicine, and started to get out, the first thing he saw was Gonzaldo Cetina’s creepy goateed face peeking around the corner into the garage – the same guy from his N.A. meeting, now holding out a badge! – soon joined by the Yak, Alex Hong, and two others. “Were they grinning, like ‘haha, we got you!’ Or were they loud and scary and mean? Or were they courteous and professional?” “They were grinning like ‘haha, we got you.'”

Apparent Buena Park Police sketch of Paul Lucas.
The Yak, stepping into Alpha Dog mode, showed Paul the warrant, asked if Paul knew why they were there (“No”), and hollered that they were all fully aware that Paul was a “methamphetamine kingpin,” LOL. Where is the METH?? We already found all your WEED. Paul, already due for his heart medicine and given to attacks of stress and panic, showed the Yak the Medic Alert Bracelet that he keeps on his wrist at all times, and politely asked if he could take his medicine. In response, the Yak ripped the bracelet off his wrist and hurled it across the street into the bushes.
I wasn’t there, but I imagine the Yak thought such a gesture would impress his new partners with his boldness and tough disrespect for suspects. And I imagine that most if not all of his partners were starting to think “This clown is a freaking liability.” Of course, though, I have the benefit of hindsight, knowing that he was mysteriously removed from the force a few weeks later, and that his wife whined on Facebook about the ingratitude and disloyalty of other Buena Park cops.
Cetina rifled through Paul’s pockets, handed his keys over to the Yak, and escorted our hero upstairs. Meanwhile someone else – probably the Yak or Hong – backed the truck out a few feet so they could unlock the storage cabinets above – the only place left where the meth might be! – and that’s where he found:
The Guns of Paul Lucas.

His friend Adrian’s 1997 “shotgun wedding.” Paul, the best man, holds his 357 pistol, while the father-in-law holds Paul’s 12-gauge shotgun.
Scary stuff! Actually Paul had four guns, all legally registered to him, all locked up in the garage storage cabinet, and he hadn’t shot or even loaded any of them in over a decade:
- A Mossburgh 500 12-gauge pump-action 6 shot (pictued above and below) – NO ammunition for it.
- The 357 pistol pictured above – no ammunition.
- Another pistol, 9MM, and an unopened, sealed box of ammunition for it.
- A 22 “survival rifle,” pictured to right.
(Paul says: It’s called that “because it can be taken apart and stuck inside the butt of the rifle. That way it can float in water. It used to be issued to Air Force pilots for when they crash into the outback so they can survive in the wild. It can be collapsed and stuck into a pocket on their leg. Mine was disassembled and unloaded. It can’t be loaded if it is disassembled, although I did have one box of 22 rounds for it, in an unopened sealed box. I inherited that from my brother when he died in 1997, as well as the ammo which was also from 97, LOL.”)

Getting ready to shoot pumpkins in the desert, in the early 90s! This is the shotgun again, along with an SKS which is basically a civilian version of an AK47 – he got rid of that one around 1995.
As I’ve stated repeatedly, these four guns were all legal, registered, and locked away safely downstairs in the garage. But if you read the Yak’s incident report (go ahead, it’s only three pages) you’d be excused for feeling confused – he claimed to have found the shotgun in an upstairs hall closet, and the pistols (or “handguns”) in Paul’s bedroom closet. Hmmm… who is lying, and why?
Why I Believe my friend Paul Lucas over ex-cop Steve Yakubovsky:
So, Paul claims all four guns were locked up downstairs in the garage; the Yak report says that three of them were in upstairs closets. It almost doesn’t matter who was lying, since it wasn’t illegal to have them upstairs, AND the threatened “gun enhancement,” which could have given Paul an extra THREE YEARS in jail, was never used in court… but it WAS used successfully to scare him into a much-lower plea bargain when he shouldn’t have had to confess to anything. (Getting ahead of ourselves here.)
To use a gun enhancement, it was necessary to show two things which are dubious: 1) that the tiny chunk of meth Paul had in his safe was enough to suggest “intent to sell,” and that 2) his gun(s) were “readily available.” So the meth, in Yak’s report, grew from a caper-sized 1/4 gram to a marble-sized 2.7 grams (a dubious proposition we’ll look at later) AND the guns migrated upstairs. (At least they didn’t try to claim they were loaded.) Why I believe Paul:
- Yak’s report starts off with a HUGE convenient omission – the officers’ illegal forced entry and their questioning of “Gilbert and Kayla.” I’ve talked to “Gilbert” who has moved far away, and he confirms Paul’s version; at this point he will not have to testify to it, but he and Kayla were ready to back up Paul’s version of events when attorney Matthew Pappas filed his civil complaint over the matter.
- NO PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE was included with the report – which is unprofessional and practically UNHEARD OF – the very cop-friendly Judge Didier SHOULD have thrown the whole thing out long ago.
- Not only was Yakubovsky removed from the force shortly thereafter, he refused to testify in the case – THREE TIMES. (And we know that he’s agreed to testify on other cases since his removal even though he didn’t have to.)
- For that reason, Alex Hong had to testify at the PC (probable cause) hearing and was laughably confused and forgetful, not even remembering if the guns HE claimed to have discovered and examined were loaded or not. Kind of a big thing to not remember, eh? Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive, Alex “I’m Jimmy Woo” Hong.)
- We’ll look later at the magical growing meth ball, but for now will note that – 1) it wasn’t weighed for
seven14 weeks, when it should have been weighed within 72 hours; and 2) they wouldn’t have let Paul off that very night on OR if it were a quantity – 2.7 grams – suggesting intent to sell.
Upstairs.
Let’s get back to the afternoon in question – Paul had just been brought upstairs by Cetina, and was still needing his medicine and asking for it. Eventually he began suffering a seizure, and passed out a couple of times. The cops were all, to “Gilbert and Kayla,” “What the hell is wrong with this guy?” The roommates confirmed his serious condition(s), and begged them to let him have his medicine, but he never got any till many hours later when he finally got back home. And as Paul returned to consciousness on his couch, and watched the cops gape cluelessly at his vast quantity of prescription medicine and empty bottles, he was reminded of the confounded apes from the beginning of 2001: A Space Oddysey. The lummoxes couldn’t figure out exactly HOW, but all these bottles had to have SOMETHING to do with illegal drugs.
Paul had two safes. One was for the collective, where he kept all the cash and the paperwork – the police had already broken into that with a crowbar and seized his cash. The other one was where he kept his prescription drugs, the ones that sorta get you high, which he wanted to keep safe from his occasionally drug-abusing girlfriend, and that’s also where he had hidden the bit of meth he’d confiscated from her a few days earlier. Since the cops kept asking “Where’s the meth?”, since they were about to break that safe as well, and since he furthermore didn’t think he had anything to hide, he opened that safe for them, handed them the ball of meth, and told them why he had it.
This little ball of meth was inside a baggie inside a glass jar, into which Paul had also put his girlfriend’s little meth pipe – he’d made sure not to touch either of them. When the Yak saw that pipe, he broke it and flushed it down the toilet. “Huh? Why would he destroy evidence like that?” I innocently asked. “Because it was evidence suggesting that the meth was for personal use, and they wanted to make it look like it was for sale,” responded Paul.
Realizing that was all they were going to get there, Yak put him under arrest (without bothering to read him his Miranda rights, natch), and had one of the other officers drive him over to the godforsaken Buena Park Police Station.
Yeah, This is a Long Story.
It Was Even Longer For Paul.
He was doing pretty badly for a few hours in the BPPD holding cell without his medicine, and not having eaten for a long time – his blood sugar was getting real low, the diabetic is lucky he didn’t go into a coma. Eventually they tossed him a peanut butter sandwich, the universal jail food, and then brought him into an interrogation room.
“Okay, Paul, we realize you’re not Pablo Escobar. It looks like you don’t even have a police record. But can you please just give us the name of SOMEBODY we could go after, and we’ll let you go?” Paul repeatedly told them to “Go fuck yourselves, you have nothing on me.” The Yak in particular was baffled, gobsmacked, to be sitting two feet away from a guy half his size, telling him right to his face to “go fuck himself.” “What makes him so sure I won’t beat him up?” he must have thought. (For the record, the Yak did NOT hit Paul.) But as Paul told me, “It’s not like I’ve never gotten beat up by cops before.”
That’s right. No police record, but yes beat up by cops. That’s par for the course in certain neighborhoods, as in Orange’s El Modena, where Paul grew up. Even if you’re not Latino!
But after a long time of “Just give us ONE name,” a face began to appear in Paul’s consciousness. A familiar, unpleasantly smug face, a self-satisfied, sociopathic one…
Look – it’s Steele Smith! What’s HE doing in this story?

Steele with wife and dogs. Love him!
Ah, Steele Clark Smith. What a character. Grotesquely tall buddy of sketchy Anaheim kleptocrat Jordan Brandman, who let him keep his collection of antique furniture at his home. Son of legendary, beloved Anaheim doctor Clark Smith, and good-hearted, eccentric School Board matron Katherine Smith (who ironically has been sounding the alarm on Jordan’s corruption and self-dealing for a couple of years.)
Steele Clark Smith – famed medical cannabis user, dispensary owner, gadfly, and defendant in a celebrated Federal case during which, miraculously, while staring at a ten-year prison sentence, he was somehow allowed to continue his business unmolested while everyone around him got raided, shut down and imprisoned.
Those silly paranoid potheads – they were just SURE Steele was collaborating with the DEA to turn them in and keep himself free. But what if they were right?
Re-reading this 2011 Weekly feature on Steele – the second, much less favorable piece by Nick Schou – and hearing the dripping contempt with which Steele describes nearly everyone else in the OC medical marijuana community – even respected, persecuted heroes like Marla James and Joe Grumbine – it’s hard to imagine why he WOULDN’T collaborate with the DEA against these loathed competitors.
On top of that, Paul and others had noticed strange clean-cut men with gun-shaped bulges in their pants lurking around Steele’s dispensary. Add to that, Steele still owed money to Paul from back when they were considering doing business together – money which Steele had, quite recently and very insultingly, refused to ever repay Paul. (Peruse the comments section here; MANY claim to have been swindled by Steele.) Gradually the idea started to make really good, and hilarious, sense. “Hey, I DO know somebody you should pay a visit to, guys. Let’s take a drive down to Garden Grove and Western.”
So off they went, Cetina driving, Hong shotgun, and Paul in the back with Yak, off to Steele Smith’s dispensary we go. Parked out front, Paul pointed, “In there you’ll find 150, 175 plants, lights for growing, everything. ” On a sudden unexplained impulse, he added, “Some people suspect he’s working with the DEA,” but the dumb Buena Park cops chuckled, “Yeah, sure, whatever. We’ll check this guy out.” And they let Paul go home.
Next day, Steele Smith called Paul, in one of his fabled rages: “Why the hell did you send those Buena Park cops to my place? We nearly had a shootout!” LOL, how’s that for admitting a lot? It was a few days later that Yakubovsky confided to the world via Facebook that he didn’t like his new job. And we don’t see Steele around any more either, word is he’s doing something up in Montana now.
ROTFLMAO!
In Part Four, we’ll go over everything that happened since that day – the charges, all the court proceedings, Paul’s final plea bargain, what’s gonna happen now, and of course, Nadia Davis Lockyer. But I want to wrap up this chapter with a little tribute to someone who’s only been mentioned in passing so far – Paul’s late sister, who was a reason for and a member of his medical marijuana collective:
Remembering Danielle Lucas Ortins

1985, First day of the Navy. With her (and Paul’s) father.
Paul’s eldest sister Danielle was born in Orange in 1960. At the age of 25 she joined the Navy and became a nurse, working on a hospital ship. Desert Storm, our first invasion of Iraq, happened during her last year of service; at that time she was serving at Long Beach Naval Hospital. It was in the Navy that she met her husband Albert, also a nurse, with whom she had two kids, Maggie and Sam. After the Navy she went to work first for Kaiser, and then for the Sacramento County Jail, Psychiatric Ward. She loved her work.
In 2006 she was diagnosed with ocular melanoma, one of the rarest and most deadly cancers, and had to have one eye removed. She went through radiation and then chemo, and began using medical cannabis in 2007 to deal with the nausea and other symptoms. She didn’t like smoking – preferred brownies.
In 2009 (as we read in Part One) Paul started using medical cannabis to treat his own ailments. He spent some time at Oaksterdam University to learn how to start a legal collective, and that’s where he met his two grower partners from Plumas County up north. The collective he started in 2010 was originally just to obtain the cannabis he and Danielle needed; eventually there were 19 other patients that got their medicine through Orange County Organics.
Every few months Danielle was checked to see if her cancer had returned; after five years it seemed that she was free and clear of it. In late 2011 we know what happened, Paul was arrested, his cannabis and his ability to obtain any more were shut down. A year after that, Danielle’s cancer returned – the ocular melanoma had re-appeared in her liver. Paul thinks that the arrest and his inability to provide cannabis to his sister may have caused her relapse – there ARE multiple studies that suggest pot can keep cancer at bay.
Paul describes his sister as a “hip chick and a free spirit, with a great sense of humor,” but also a good responsible mom very active in her local Catholic parish. “You would have liked her, Vern.”
She was buried last year at Calvary Cemetary with full military honors.
One point. The sample of controlled substance was not turned into the lab till February 3rd. That’s like 14 weeks or 104 days later after it was taken. It was handled by Hong not the Yak. Hong did not write any kind of report.
Yeah… that’ll mainly be in part four… I’ll fix the 14 weeks thing. Wow…
Tell me there’s a civil suit coming . . .
its attached
The Pappas complaint? Is there actually something happening with that? We have to talk about that next.
Bea-utiful.
I’ll do my best to say this as objectively as possible: It is a goddamn shame that taxpayers are going to have to foot the bill for what appears to be gross incompetence.
Word. AS always.
Paul you are a True Hero and Cannabis Warrior… I am proud to know you and call you friend… #O.C.D.A.Isabully
Not directly related, but possibly of interest?
http://news.yahoo.com/man-served-20-years-may-die-prison-marijuana-014026914.html
These cases are being highlighted in the news. There is a huge push to get these guys clemency. President Obama has sent out a call to Defense lawyers asking for cases suitable for clemency.
Henry Lipton’s comments on the “Spoiler Alert” at the LOCO Dan C’s blog are worthwhile to cross-reference, calling him on the negative obsession with Paul… I was reading his last comment, but all of the sudden the comment disappeared from the screen. It mentioned Vern’s post as coming across as a Hallmark’s Channel story….
That thread is still going on? LOL – what sort of blog or readership would Dan have without us?
I wonder how my cutting off their RSS feed hurt them? I feel sorry for Chris. Maybe I’ll put it back up again soon…
Yes, it’s still going on. Dan is in top form this week. Last one from Henry: “Man you are just a fountain of bullshit excuses aren’t you? ”
Good show, sir.
I would gladly read anything that Chris writes. I would suggest that he cross post his pieces here, but we ought to have a no-links-to-asshats policy, Vern. Don’t put that RSS Feed back up.
Dan has his moments. Unfortunately, lately he’d rather write about his grudges than challenge the right wing noise machine.
I understand he is now on the warpath against Greg in his DA run. (Spoiler alert.) Great “liberal” there, doing T-Rack’s dirty work against a brave Democrat who’s also one of the county’s strongest anti-corruption and anti-police brutality voices.
As late lamented commenter “kenlaysnotdead” used to put it, Dan’s motto should instead be “CHANNELING the right-wing noise machine.”
OF COURSE HE IS.
Chris writes a neutral to positive piece on Greg. That MANDATES that Dan rain down with fire and brimstone.
The Chmilewsky Effect strikes again.
The ironic thing is that Dan C doesn’t realize that he has become the new Art Pedroza. He has been getting away with brow beating other people for so long that he has isolated himself from every person of any note by his caustic persona that he has become in effect the New Art Pedroza.
Nobody likes this guy. He sits all alone in his ugly ass sterile house and neighborhood in Irvine ruminating over shit nobody cares about anymore because he is such a jerk. It still hasn’t dawned on him why no one even pays any attention to that bullshit blog anymore. He has brow beaten everyone and anyone of note from it. He has no one left to play with. In fact I don’t think even Chris Prevatt can stand the guy. he only comments when he himself is called out by name. Other than that he allows Dan to go into his fever swamps al by his fat lonesome.
Like Gustavo Arellano says; “Dan C is not even a has been. He’s a Never was”.
Haha … my old expression, which I hadn’t thought of using on Dan, is “not even a has-been, but now a HAD-been.”
Of course I don’t know if even that’s true, Gustavo might be more accurate.
Vern correction: He is a Never Was.
Vern can you find that pic if the naked fat man in front of his computer? remember the pic that Moxley used in his article bashing Greg? That is so much more fitting for Dan C. I say you post that and se if he blows a turd in his shorts through that tiny tiny tiny gastric by-pass hole of his.
Might work for part four. Okay settle down now Paul, you’re pushing the limits, LOL…
Paul, that would be really unfair. Unlike you here, Dan has no ready access to a large number of readers to tell his side of the story.
OK, I just checked in — and apparently he does have at least one current reader, who last night addressed him thusly:
Is “henry lipton” a real person? He certainly has a way with words. For the record, I object to the fat jokes, but much of the rest cracked me up.
Well, Dan will not let Paul Lucas comment on his blog, so he can’t stick up for himself there. (Just as he’s been censoring our Ryan Cantor.) So whoever this Lipton is, I’m glad he’s there to pick up the slack.
That went beyond “picking up the slack” — that was “laying down the smack”!
He has blocked and edited and censored everyone that disagrees with him. I mean seriously he has blocked everyone that wont buy into his bullshit. And what is left? No one. No one buys into his bullshit anymore so there are no persons left that aren’t blocked. I mean seriously he only lets people who buy into his bullshit circus act. And who is that? Some old Republican guy with multiple personality disorders.
To be clear, I’m being censored for using the word “penis” on his blog.
No. Joke.
Of course that’s no joke. The joke would be something like “If I said ‘penis’ on your blog would you hold it against me?” And that’s not even that funny.
Thanks for that, Greg. Literally spat out my diet Coke, much to Inge’s satisfaction.
Just a couple things the stupid lummox keeps repeating:
1. That I’m making Paul into a “hero.” No, writing about HEROES is hell of boring. I love writing about Paul because he’s a flawed, feisty, but lovable anti-hero and PROGRESSIVE DEMOCRAT who keeps getting himself into trouble. Trouble which he doesn’t deserve. In the tradition of Fielding’s “Tom Jones.” THAT is irresistible to me. Stupid lummox.
2. And “Vern insists ALL COPS ARE BAD.” Hey stupid lummox, did you actually read my article? Directly from Part Two: “I swear to God there are good cops, great cops even, in Orange County. And I promise we will write about them some day. It’s just that the MONSTERS tend to get our attention.”
I’ll let some of the other stuff go; after all, there is a reason everyone calls Dan C a stupid lummox.
Just curious? But does this blowhard have any friends left? I mean I have asked around, and I cannot point to a single person who still associates with this coward anymore. Ive asked all the persons who used to be both friendly with myself and him at the same time but they have all soured on him due to the fact that it appears that he has become the new Art Pedroza. His schitzophrenic attack pieces have alienated this guy to total and utter solitude. I know he is reading comments on this blog because he is a troll, but I cannot see that he even has his old cronies like Claudio, Phil Becerra, or even Chris Prevatt hanging around him anymore. has he totally cut himself off from every social circle in OC democratic circles? From what I can tell he only has that crazy republican left who will even associate with him anymore.
Crazy Republican aka Tardif, who flew this coop when I gave him a five-comment per day maximum and is now whining to anyone who’ll listen that we’re “censoring” him.
Tardif, Cunningham, Chmielewski – a circle jerk I’m PROUD to have no part of.
That’s it? That’s all this obese bully has in his corner? Didn’t that guy have some issues with hate speech directed at LGBT community members? That’s he only friend that the Obese fake liberal has left to hang out with? So when Dan C goes to drinking Liberally its just him and Mike Tardiff? LOL no wonder Memphis had to close its doors. For fucks sake maybe he DPOC should sue the obese chickenshit for false advertising with the moniker of Liberal OC. I’ll take an honest Republican over this ass clown any day.
Dan’s only friend the homophobe. lol what is up with chris prevatt allowing this bro-mance to go on on his blog?
http://www.theliberaloc.com/2008/03/07/homophobic-remarks-tied-to-measure-d-opponent/
Last I checked, he has had a lot of support among the party’s Irvine Democrats, who are one of (and perhaps the) strongest current force within the OC Democratic Party.
Unlike some of my friends here, I do like Larry Agran and Beth Krom. Unsurprisingly, they may appreciate Dan because he unfailingly and unflaggingly promotes their causes. They don’t seem to get — because you have to go beyond the surface of what’s written in a given story — that he does a really rotten job of it. His logic is strained and his facts are often cherry-picked.
His pieces are good PR jobs — they make sense if you don’t probe them, but if you do probe them then they fall apart. (And then he gets mad at you for probing.) But most politicians just want someone who will tell their story in a way that pleases them — and “fawning courtiers” have taken advantage of that going back to long before Shakespeare.
The tragedy of the Great Park situation — and I’ll admit that Dan had me convinced for a while about it — is that Agran was forced to play a game of buying off the Republican and DINO power structure in order to get his plans into motion. Hence you have Arthur Forde, George Urch, etc. — not exactly Agran’s natural group of friends. Then, Forde and Mollrich acted in a way that most observers found inexplicable — but that Dan explained with his “¡Caramba!” (my name for it) quote — and, being surrounded by the likes of Dan, Agran and Krom just didn’t realize how badly they were being wounded by their friends.
Dan was shocked and upset when people didn’t fall for his bullshit. That seems to happen over and over. The resulting disasters don’t hurt him, because he makes his money in a way having little or nothing to do with politics. But for the people that think that he’s actually helping them, it really is a tragedy.
So yes, Paul, he does have allies and supporters. And if they’re decent people, as opposed to the likes of Cunningham, he helps to blind and destroy them. Because his loyalty is not to party, cause, or ideology — but to PR itself. His basic loyalty is to loud, manipulative, insincere bullshit. That does not make for good blogging — or good politics.
Hey, maybe I should try posting there, I’m sure he’ll let me!
Probably so — especially because you’re so good at toeing the party line!
Actually, you anonymous provocateur, he’d block you before long. You’re too funny.
Is “henry lipton” a real person?
Greg, I like to think we are ALL real people, Gifts from God (whichever one we choose), unique characters that shape and color the atmosphere. Some of just use funny names, like Ochocinco or Cher.
Serioyusly though, one of my repeated complaints about this guy (I may as well jump in right??) is demonstrated in his latest reply to Vern:
“On most nights I am busy cooking for my family” or he talks about Homework duty and tennis lessons, putting the bait out there, yes that’s what the “Eddie Haskel” in him is doing, then when someone calls bullshit, he get’s all Liam Neeson and cries foul. Nevermind one of his kids is a 20 something year old college student who dresses up like Batman (weird).
As for the business, I laugh at his “thriving” “Boutique” business, that
A) couldn’t afford to pay chincy Santa Ana business license fees.
B) when Sean Mill exposed him he claimed the process of filling out a form was to difficult and not “business friendly” (how’s that for channeling VN?).
Any business that has seven in employees and is run out of a converted garage (see his long dormant Irvine life blog) can not be overly successful. If PR, is managing the kids who deliver the Daily Pilot and getting them to collect and do inserts, then maybe.
I could keep going but, now I am pssed at myself for chiming in, I swore I was gonna stop poking him. He’s just such an easy target.
Anyone for big cup of Lemonade?
After all that I’m ready for a Red Solo Cup of tequila and Tabasco. Fire me in, Drug Squad!
lol. You may have to become a stay at home dad and retire after that.
I.e. “mine is better and bigger than yours.” Guy is obsessed with comparing his stuff to others.
Hey, I just got the EMAIL, Dan is actually get this, selling himself as an adjunct professor at Chapman……..specializing in “reputation management”.
I wonder if his “students” would use this thread as a case study.
Cantor is right though, always be suspicious of people who post pictures of themselves with quasi famous people. I never understood what made him so cool, standing in line at a trade show to get his picture taken with Tony Danza!
That’s enough for me tonight.
Still looking for my pic of me and Lily Tomlin. Now THAT was COOL.
this is a great story and paul comes out very much a hero and cheminowski comes off as a total angry zero.
Dan wrote:
“There are two people who are and Stanley Fiala is one”
Who is the other one? Actually that’s a catchy name, I may adopt it: The Other One.
In the spirit of the coming festivals of St. Patrick, I’ll offer this little diddy (heck, this might even bring Skallywag back!)
How about that, I actually embedded something other than….well that would get me banned……..
Or so I thought. update the WP source files, non – hyperlinks should embed automatically.
It’s funny how Dan C thinks intelligent people are unqualified to comment on a crappy deal with the Angels because we don’t go to Angels games (wrong, too. I first went to an Angel game when Dan C was fondling himself in another state.)
And yet this paragon has NEVER gone to an Anaheim City Council meeting but dares to post about Anaheim.
Oh well. Grasping irony is never the long suit of self-important computer jockeys.
Fondling himself in another state – you mean like, a different state of the union, or an altered state of consciousness? We need the whole picture, Dave.
I was referring to the pubescent state of self-arousal that poor C was and probably still is, a past master. Probably took place some where along the eastern seaboard.
I’m feeling inspired to compose a sort of sea chanty along those lines, something in limerick form…
In the Spoiler Alert, in the LOCO blog, Dan C inserted a link about Internet Trolls, which easily fits his behavior as a blog editor: “The study tried to explore whether or not Internet trolls fell into the so called Dark Tetrad: Machiavellianism (willingness to manipulate and deceive others), narcissism (egotism and self-obsession), psychopathy (the lack of remorse and empathy), and sadism (pleasure in the suffering of others). “
http://crooksandliars.com/2014/02/study-shockingly-suggests-internet-trolls
Henry Lipton almost nails him as becoming an operative of the worst faction of the OC republicans. He has practically replaced Cunningham as the mouthpiece of the Pringle’s group in Anaheim.
BTW, Lipton’s observation that the Paul Lucas’s saga is like a Hallmark Channel story, missing Paul’s experience and insights on the Dems history, is highlighted by the recent article written by Gustavo in the link below.
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http://blogs.ocweekly.com/navelgazing/2014/03/henry_vandermeir_oc_democrats.php
What’s the difference between a fat man jig and a regular jig?
The bounce tonnage.
Resonance is the phenomenon, pertaining to oscillatory dynamical systems, wherein amplitude rises are caused by an external force with time-varying amplitude with the same frequency of variation as the natural frequency of the system.
Usually I understand what you’re getting at.
Some famous bridge collapses are caused by this weird phenomenon.
Well check out “Galloping Gertie” as an example of a resonant force acting on something with a sympathetic structural amplitude.
I guess I’m suggesting your subject probably has a concrete slab under its dwelling.
This blog is nothing if not an excellent educational resource.
I never did write the final episode of “The Triumph of Paul Lucas.” For one thing it didn’t turn out as much of a “triumph” as we’d hoped – more of a mixed bag – he did have to do a little jail time, which was a miscarriage of justice, but he is not a felon, never used or sold speed, and is doing fine now. And remains a prescient prophet in his estimation that Janet Nguyen was always a greater threat to the county than Van Tran.
Paul does have updates on the Buena Park cops who busted him. All of them except Hong “mysteriously” left the BPPD soon after the Lucas raid. Yakubowsky became a real estate agent (how do those get “fired in?”) Undercover creep Cetina also vanished. Alex Hong is still on the force, but is now a “traffic cop, chasing speed limit violators.”
(Conversely, the legendary and brutal James Woo, whom Hong looked up to and pretended to be, has been hired by the Anaheim PD.)
Why did we keep mentioning Nadia Davis Lockyer? Paul wanted to contrast the treatment that rich and privileged Democrat celebrity got, for much worse than he was even accused of, with his own injustice. Funny. I had a memorable encounter with this Nadia Davis a few months after writing this story, at a LULAC event where I played piano. I may tell about it some day but gentlemanliness still forbids.
Now imagine people standing on a much more narrow version of that bridge, leaning as a counterweight to the way the bridge is tilting, thus amplifying the power of the phenomenon in regular motions. That is the sort of phenomenon that I’ve read about and that I think Zenger was talking about: people take a small problem and by reacting to it in rational ways help build it into something destructive.
James Woo is now in Anaheim’s police force? Shouldn’t this be more of an issue? At minimum, they should have a special budget line item dedicating to paying off lawsuits for cases in which James Woo was involved.