What began as a difference in opinion over Brenda Hirschi’s candidacy and a copyright dispute escalated to mailbox vandalism, dairy goat poisoning, perjured testimony in a specious anti-harassment lawsuit, abuse of the take down notice provision in the federal Digital Millennium Copyright Act, and now…false reports to an insurance company for the $30,000 vandalism damages to the WCLA (Washington Contractors Logging Association) incurred approximately in June, 2012 at their Olympia facility.
Having failed to prevail on every occasion despite blatant false statements and attempts to prevent this site from publishing, a woman who has defrauded Social Security for many years by feigning an inability to obtain employment or to support herself has upped the ante in an effort to harass the editor by instigating a false police report via slander to the victim named above and its insurance underwriter.
Of course, the call was anonymous and she hung up when pressed for details or identity. It’s the kind of COW(A)RDLY act engaged in by violently radical underground elements such as some members of ELF (Earth Liberation Front) and certain anarchists or their mentors. But the woman (Kristy) taking the call remembers the voice and will be asked to identify whether it matches the one in the audio of the court proceedings involving the phony anti-harassment lawsuit filed by Shawnie Ann Whelan/Vedder of 1017 W. Franklin St., Shelton, WA. 98584 (DOB: 5-31-67). Once the identity of the ‘anonymous’ caller is positively established, legal recourse will be sought. The slander, squelching of 1st Amendment rights, and harassment will be stopped; damages will be sought along with injunctive relief.
Ironically/hypocritically, the caller characterized as ‘extremist’ the arguments calling for protection of the environment — the very one Shawnie spends much time extolling on her various websites while criticizing those who cut/harvest the trees or jeopardize fungi. (http://sheltonprogressive.blogspot.com/ and http://mosswalks.blogspot.com/)
A litany of the long background to this tempest in a teapot can be found on this blog by searching for ‘Shawnie’, ‘Vedder’, etc. The e-mails and audio exposing the truth are included below:
http://myweb.hcc.net/amicuscuria/maddog.mp3 (audio of court proceedings containing Shawnie’s voice as the plaintiff in a case dismissed by Judge Victoria Meadows)
IN THE SUPREME COURT OF THE STATE OF WASHINGTON
In the Matter of the Detention of………………………………..) No. 85965-5
KEVIN COE………………………………………………………………..) En Banc
a/k/a FREDERICK HARLAN COE………………………………..)
…………………………………………………………………………………..) Filed 9-27-12
Absent a literal signature, the court “look[s] at all the circumstances of a crime and the perpetrator’s acts to try to distinguish a type of signature.”
i.e. A perpetrator may still be held accountable for their prior bad acts despite ‘anonymity’ based on their ‘signature’ or discernible pattern sufficiently unique to that individual under ER 404(b).
Evidence of other crimes is admissible if a unique signature exists such that it marks it as the handiwork of the accused. Foxhoven, 161 Wn.2d at 176.
Why the mentally ill and attention whores have no friends: (posted ~9-1-13 by Shawnie Vedder on her ‘Walks w/Moss’ blog)
After three weeks of resting my ankle I decided to give it a good test. What a disaster this hike turned out to be, but not due to my ankle. I was much delayed getting to the trailhead because I had to cook breakfast for my ill husband first.
Then my ride to the trailhead wasted a bunch of time geocaching. My ride was acting strange this morning too, he was quiet, too quiet, something was wrong. Perhaps he was only there to geocache. He was on some crazy challenge to find a cache everyday in the month of August. He completed his challenge this morning, so he should have been in a better mood.
As soon as we started hiking he started an argument. The racist, mysgynistic, classist, vitrol coming out of him really surprised me, I had no idea he was a teabagger, but I was there to hike so I decided to stick with him and tried to clarify his views a bit. Then with no warning, he blew his top and threw a wobbler and said he did not want to hike with me today and he was going back. He turned on his heels and marched back without a glace back at me.
Wow! Such drama and weirdness, I was shocked. Still I was there to hike, so I kept hiking. The last thing I wanted to do was ride back in his truck as unstable as he was. Oh how I wished I had drove myself out there. What a pickle I was in.
My “friend” passed me on the trail twice as I made my way to the creek. I was frightened and hid from him both times. His loud trekking poles and his lack of good observation skills allowed me time to hide from him. Keeping Patches from whining and giving away our location was the only real challenge.
When I reached the creek I stopped and ate my sandwich and soaked my ankle and pondered what to do. I was not ready to stop hiking yet, the drama at the start of the hike was doing my head in and I knew that a good long hike would be the cure.
Amazingy I managed to make a dry crossing of the creek. That is, I crossed the creek without taking my shoes off or getting them wet. That was a first, but I don’t normally hike this trail this time of year. Up and up I went, the mushrooms were amazing, also I had fogotten how long this trail was. This is not a good trail for mushroom hunting but this is such an exceptional year that even this barren trail had mushrooms.
I did not have my watch or my GPS or my water bottle because I was supposed to be hiking with my friend. I also did not have any extra clothes because it was supposed to be such a nice day. Well, I’ll never make that mistake again, even if I’m hiking with someone else I’m going to carry my full kit on every day hike from now on. I had to use my point and shoot camera to tell what time it was. I had left my big camera at home.
As I made my way up to the little campsite on the ridge I decided that I would brew a cup of tea there and then decide how to finish my hike. On my way to the ridge I found the most luscious blueberries and huckleberries ever. I fed some of them to Patches since I had forgotten to pack dog food for her. The trail was obscured by all the blueberry bushes dripping with yummy fruit. My progress through this section was slow as I kept stopping to eat.
Once I made it to the ridge campsite I had to decide what to do. Would I camp on the ridge and send a SPOT message? No, then I would be risking my “friend” tracking me down in the middle night and my family needed me. Would I hike all the way to the other trail head and hitch a ride home from there? No, the other side is pretty desolate. I decided it would be best to have lunch at the ridge top campsite and then turn back. With it being Labor Day weekend I figured it would be relatively easy to hitch a ride back home from staircase.
There was no telling what my “friend” was up to, he was off his head, so I did not even try to guess where he would be. I hoped that he would not still be waiting for me at the trailhead as he was out of his mind and I was frightened of him. Two years ago my “friend” shot an unarmed man in the back as he was trying to run way and amazingly my friend got away with it and he got his gun back. I fear that getting away with shooting a man has emboldened him the same way as the Trayvon Martin shooting has emboldened some of the gun nuts.
At the ridge campsite I got out my thermarest and propped up my ankle for a bit and then I decided to have my tea and make up my mind. But it turns out I had no lighter, even the lighter from my first aid kit was missing due to me taking it out the last time I had hiked with no lighter. (It turns out that I did have waterproof matches with me but I did not see them) So my decision was made for sure, I would hike back out, I was not going to spend the night with no fire source. I had my tent and my cook pot and my thermarest but I had no extra food. There were enough mushrooms up there to feed me, but mushrooms need to be cooked. There were also enough blueberries up there to feed me but I did not want to have GI distress the next day!
I decided to that at the latest I should leave the ridge at 4pm, that would give me 4 hours to hike out, but I was ready to leave by three so I started my hike down at 3. It’s a good thing I left an hour earlier than I needed to, since my camera was on standard time instead of daylight savings time.
All day long my camera was telling me that the time was one hour earlier than it really was. I made it back down to the river at 4:45 according to my camera. I made another dry crossing but well above the trail. Patches had to make a wet crossing, but she did not mind much.
On the way back down I got very tired and had to stop and rest a few times. This was a tough hike and I had not hiked for a month. Patches was getting weary too. It had been even longer since she had hiked.
I made it back down to the shore line just in time to hear gunshots. HOLY SHIT! Were people firing guns across the lake and at the trail I was on? Did my gun nut friend have anything to do with this? I could see that the shooters were in the vicinity of party rock. They fired about ten shots and then they started shouting either at each other or a passing car. I heard one of them yell “fuck off” right before they peeled out and left. Whew, they were gone!
I was really afraid that I was going to be shot. The shooters could not see me on the far shore of the lake, but a rifle could have reached me, I doubt that the shooters knew there was a trail on the far shore. Maybe they were shooting into a dirt bank and across the road, but it seems more likely to me that they were shooting across the lake.
I made it back to the trail head at 6:15 according to my camera. I approached the trailhead with caution. Was my “friend” still there or had he left? I saw a car parked right where he had been parked. I decided to go ahead and let him see me if it was him. Surly he would have cooled off and come to his senses by now. To my relief I saw bicycle racks on the car so I knew it was not my “friend”.
I crossed the causeway and started trying to hitch a ride home. Since it was getting dark I sent a SPOT to let my husband know I was okay. I always send him a SPOT at sunset. I had not sent any other SPOTS that day because my “friend” is on my SPOT list and I was frightened of him. I did not want him to know where I was and try to track me down.
I did not yet know that my camera clock was wrong and I was surprised that the sun was setting so fast.
Ranger Davis (the mushroom stomper) saw me hitch hiking and he behaved in his usual passive aggressive manner, pretending to be helping me while bad mouthing me over the radio to an unknown Forest Service Ranger. Davis tried to call my husband for me, or at least pretended to try to. Then the forest service Ranger arrived and he was a total jackass.
Oh well, at least he was honest instead of passive aggressive. The Forest service ranger demanded to know why he should help me. Huh? I never asked them for help. I explained to the asshole that if I had wanted their help I would have hiked the one mile into staircase rather than attempt to hike the five miles out to the pavement.
Well it turns out that the ranger was being such a dick because unbeknownst to me, my “friend” the drama queen and called 911 and reported me as missing. What an idiot! God only knows what my so called “friend” had said to the Federal rangers.
I left the rangers when it was clear that their only intention was to be dickheads and got just out of the glare of their headlights and started trying to hitchhike again. If I had wanted help from the dickheads out at staircase I would have hiked in and asked for it, but I wanted nothing to do with them.
I knew that as a last resort if no one picked me up I could hike into staircase and use the public phone there to call my husband to come get me. But as ill as my husband is I had opted to try to hitchhike home first. Also off leash dogs are not welcome at Staircase and I had no dog leash.
about ten mintues I left the Forest Service and Park Service Rangers a Mason County Sherriff pulled up to me. I was close enough to the Federal Rangers location that I could still see a bit of their headlights. When I saw the Sherriff I though oh no, Is this guy going to be a jack ass too? I had already had my fill of LEO’s for the day!
I was holding out my thumb to two passing cars who just kept on going. The Sheriff was coming from the opposite direction. After the cars passed me he pulled up to me and to my pleasant surprise, he rolled down his window, gave me a big grin and asked me if I wanted a ride. I said “I sure do”. He then asked where I wanted to go and he seemed quite pleased with my answer. I think where I wanted to go was exactly where he would be going after this call anyway.
It turned out the Mason county sheriff was there looking for me and Ranger Davis had not even bothered to tell Mason County that I was not actually missing. Mason County was about to launch SAR, but then when they got my SPOT message SAR was not deployed. Thank God!
The mason county sheriff was very friendly and he gave me a ride all the way to my parked car. He was there to help me and did not have any weirdo agendas. He said that they operate under different rules in the national forest and the national park, I think that was his diplomatic way to try to explain the asshattery of the Federal LEO’s.
He was surprised that the Federal LEO’s had not let Mason County know that I was not missing. He also said that it would be a waste of resources to have my husband come get me when he was already there and it make perfect sense for him to drive me back rather than to call my husband.
So the Mason county sheriff saved the day. All in all I had a nice hike in spite of all the drama at the start and at the end.
On the plus side my ankle did well on this hike and now the next day it still feels good and this is going to be an amazing mushroom year. Yay! I’m ready to start hiking again and the mushrooms are popping. I need to go on another hike to help me to de-stress from this hike. I don’t think I’ll ever think of the Dry Creek Trail in the same way again.
At the moment Mason County SAR is on its way to staircase to rescue an injured swimmer. They have divers out, but have not found the swimmmer.
12 RT with 2,400 feet elevation gain