To: President or Manager of B and R foods
From: Benford Earl Standley
Re: PROBLEM
To who it may concern.
In June of 1994, I produced a four day art and music festival in Missoula.
I was contacted
to your company through a party that breached a business contact with
me. I forget the
guy's name, but he was friends with Rochelle Glassgow, who was the
person that took me
to the cleaners on a southbound train and cheated me like Jessy James.
This letter is a
request and written for the record. Sorry if I ramble a little,
but most of the lawyers I have
taked to have said I should write a book...so I guess I am.
The festival was to last four days. We placed a full order for
the food that we would need
for the entire festival. On the first day of the festival only
a small proportion of the order was
brought out to the event at Sentinel High School. I was asked
to give the company though,
a check for the entire amount of the order for the entire four days.
I issued the check saying
that this had to be a hold check. It was agreed because we would
not know the real cost
until after the festival and we would know what amount of the order
we used or did not use.
Long story short...however, the long version can be find in the online
eBook Cybersequal at
http://www.geocities.com/olemissoula The business
shenanigans that I mentioned above
went so far as to break off the business relationship with the aforementioned
association the
first night of the four day festival. She took all her people,
took all the money, caused many
problems and had all the food packed up by your company and taken away.
Very little of
the food was used and we never saw her friend or your company again.
I had to make
other arrangements to feed my crew to produce two more days of the
show.
Because the Glasgow gang got violent, pushed me around and threatened
with guns, had
her dealing' hippie Rainbow Gathering gang follow me around town and
went about trying to
close down the show. Having some of my buddies that work with
Willie Nelson there,
friend that is one of Robert Redford's top people, my lawyer, Senior
VP of New Line
Cinema, Thom Steinbeck (son of John Steinbeck), Buck Page the old singing
cowboy
that started the Riders of the Purple Sage and is one my partners,
Dan Jones one of the
most awarded Native American producers in film and works with Kevin
Costner. These
guys along with Roger McGuinn founding member of the Byrds, my old
friend Bobby
Bridger, who is ken of the great mountain man Jim Bridger (Bridger
Mountains), Lex
Hames, who is one of the great Montana film makers and writers and
a few other great
names in the "biz", plus my sound and light company and the folks at
Sentinel High said
THE SHOW MUST GO ON.
Anyway, we do the show. The Glasgow gang close our office, close
all bank accounts,
pull the phone, threaten us with more violence, freak out my wife,
who just had a baby,
then they all go to THE RAINBOW GATHERING in that many of them
are the
organizers of the event...go figure.
My records show that I called your company and wrote asking to be sent
the bill that
would be only for the amount of food that was used on Thursday afternoon.
I was told
that Rochelle Glasgow had the paper work, or that she has the bill,
and just left in the
wind. Because of the threats of violence and guns, and I was
beginning to learn about
other dealing of these people, and the fact that my wife was freaking
out and I had a
serious problem in Texas with lawyers stealing my family Estate, and
in that we lived
near Glasgow so my wife and I packed and headed for Texas before they
got back
from their Rainbow Gathering and might have followed through on some
of their
threats to me.
Never could get a response from your company. Late July
I wrote near $4,000 in
checks to pay various entities that were owed money, such as a check
of $1,000. to
KPAX (ck # 359 7/30/94) and others. For the record I contacted
and/or either paid
every entity that I could figure was owed any money on my part.
There again the
Glasgow Rainbow Gathering Gang had taken all records and pulled all
plugs and
locked all doors.
Homeless on the run with my new born baby boy and very emotional wife
we head
for Texas to try and fight the battle there for what would prove to
be about a $2
million dollar family Estate that was being stolen right before my
nose, and because
these guys are town lawyers and I find out have ties to the mob the
fear level goes
up a few bars in my life. We are living in motel rooms for a
few months, living
hand to mouth. Yep money dried up...Thanksgiving and Christmas
and the cold
was settling. Head to California to get warm and Tammy has to
get away from
the insane life we are living homeless, while we try and did up the
paper trail of the
lawyers and accountants that are in a conspiracy to steal our estate.
Her mother
lives in Los Angeles.
Next thing I know on December 17, 1994, I am arrested and find myself
in the LA
County jail for a period of 39 days. Any gangster in Los Angeles
will tell you they
would rather go to prison than stay a day in LA County. I spent
the first Christmas
away from my daughter in her entire life in a cell with four men that
were all in for
MURDER. My hernia rips. I go into deep states of depression.
Later I find out
I was beginning to go under the effects/affests of Post Traumatic Stress
Disorder,
which because of the persecution of the Missoula County Attorney and
the Good
ole Boy mobsters in Texas...now the dark depths of the gutters of man
in a jail like
LA County. I did not even know there was a warrant. No
one with any official
capacity in Missoula told me dog shit that I was wanted and that
you people had
filed on me for "hot checks."
Calls are made from my family members, and some very important people
in
Hollywood and from Texas call the County attorney and say that I am
not the
person I am being persecuted as. He will not let me out.
Finally Buck Page,
Roy Rogers and Gene Autry's buddy and old friend puts up $10,000.00
to get
me out of LA County. Broke and in shock I am demanded to be in
Missoua
in days. I go...they say they want me in jail, but agree that
if I pay off the amount
they have figured I can stay out of jail. I say...sure.
I am scared and just want
to get out of the town. I sneak around so that the Rainbow gangsters
do not
know I am in town.
The trip to Missoula and the time to stay there to deal with the court
even breaks
me further. I have to get back to California to see my little
boy, who has been
without me for longer than he ever has in his life, and I am compelled
to go back
to Texas and fight again for the couple of million dollars my mother
went to her
grave thinking were there to care for her children and grand children.
Now I
have the pressure of Missoula County to come up with the money that
I will go
to my grave believing was the responsibility of Rochelle and
her Rainbow
Family gang, that almost seemed to me now was some strange force
of evil, as
I continue to learn more about these people and their dealings.
Over the next three years most of which was living in motels, staying
with friends
here and there in Texas and California I am able to send the Missoula
County
attorney over $4,000.00. Oh, yes during this time we have another
baby. And
my brother has died of aids, my grandmother who raised me died, my
real father
dies and I find I have only myself now to care for my four children
and wife. The
record will show that during this time our income was below poverty
and some-
times we went for days without a dime.
I have dug up more on the gangsters in in Texas and I am reading articles
about how
powerful some people are in Montana, some being officials because of
the pay off of
the multibillion pot industry moving from Canada through Montana...go
figure. Seems
like ever few weeks I was getting a notice that the case was going
to court and there is
some panic and pressure. I have to sign papers and jump through
hoops so the County
Attorney won't force me to come to Missoula and go to jail. One
time I had to sell a
share of some land that I had hoped to keep just to get a payment to
Missoula. Fifty
dollars here, $100 there, could not really afford the stamp, but the
kids would do without
so we could pay your company for some food that I did not even get.
My wife and I now have had a little baby girl. She is a few months
old and I get a letter
that Missoula wants to bring me to court again. I am strong
armed to come up with
$400 dollars to get some more time. I sell a oil lease for nothing
just to get a few
hundred dollars together. This is killing us, for we continue
to live virtually homeless
and on the run.
Ashley and Robby Standley
One dark night the Texas Good Ole Boys get me in jail. Friend
of Willie Nelson
bails me out, I get my family, we store our things in Austin.
A movie producer
friend in Hollywood buys us a ticket to come to LA. We go there
to hide and I
begin to try and put work together to bring in the thousands of dollars
that are
now adding up. Fear has taken my mind. Now I look back
and I had gone in
the darkness of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Because of this
desperate escape
from Texas, we now are homeless in Los Angeles. I can not find
two dimes to
run together. I get part time work to stay in some below the
gutter motel rooms
in seedy part of Hollywood. I do this for months. My beautiful
wife, my darling
son Robby and our new baby Ashley living from motel to motel room for
a year.
I had been told by several people, one being a lawyer in Texas that
what I knew
about some of the Good ole boys could get me killed. Much more
on this in
eBook Cybersequel TRIAL OF A DEAD MAN.
I can not for months get a nickel more together than weekly rent and
food and
diapers. Now for a couple of years have not been able to pay
my child support
to my ex wife to help with my daughter in Missoula. After making
sure her entire
life that it did not go two months that I was not with my daughter,
now she was
not able to see her dad or her new little brother or sister, and I
could not help her
mother in any way. After the record is read of all the things
that I had done over
the years to benefit Missoula. It is such an irony in the fire
that was my life that I
can not come back to town because the County Attorney and a few businesses
will put me in jail. And I am fearful of some Rainbow Family
gangsters that had
already scared the shit out of me with their guns before I started
learning about
some other type gangster crowds operate in Montana, Canada and Columbia.
A reality I was having to deal with...because of gangsters in Texas
and Montana,
not only is my life falling apart, my wife is going from depression
to high states of
anxiety. The children are missing some very important years of
their life having to
be in one room seedy motels on Sunset Blvd. I now have two warrants
out for me.
Then my drivers license expires. So there we are. No home,
no work, no ID,
I can not drive for fear of having ID check and then find myself in
LA County,
you can not get a job, cash a check or nothing without an ID.
Time passes...I
have a list of very high standing people and good Americans and very
productive
people in our society that know me and will say that I did not ...just
not pay any
money to you folks in Missoula, Montana.
Because of where the pressure from the gangsters in Missoula and Texas
have
put me in my life I have day by day lost my family, my legal battles
against the
men in Texas, and suffered some business losses that I won't even go
into now. I
am in a downward spiral that is like a dark well of trauma and confusion.
So,
now besides finding out that I am suffering from serious effects/affects
of PTSD,
my hernia that has day by day gotten worse and worse since the gut
wrenching
horror of 39 days in LA County jail now finds my guts beginning to
come out of
me. I can not afford surgery and I each day wake up and go to
bed in fear that I
am not going to be able to get the money together to pay off for what
I did not get
and what I did not do and have money to pay to save my own life and
go to the
doctor. I become obsessed with the fear of death. I start
writing my will, making
notes in my journal to my kids about things I want them to know about
me, and I
want to leave them with that migh help them grow. I cry several
times a day.
In the pain and confusion after my wife had to leave me with my kids
to save her-
self from the dark well that we were falling in, and I was just getting
tied of walking
around LA and taking busses while I try to continue to build a business
and a living
that would maybe get me out of the darkness and help my children and
their
mothers. The records will show that because of my CONDITION and
the state
that I have been forced to live in I have not been able to get work...which
translate
in to not having ANY money. After my wife left me for a few months
I lived on
couches, slept in a van, slept in the streets of Los Angeles
and fell deeper and
deeper into the complex of symptoms of Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder
When someone experiences intense stress
for a long period of time, the mind/body
can become overwhelmed. Thus, living with
emotional and/or physical abuse can
result in some of the symptoms of traumatic
stress disorder. Similarly, enduring
deprivation due to poverty may cause some
of the symptoms.
Where the symptoms are the result of a series
of events, the term Complex PTSD
(formerly referred to unofficially as Prolonged
Duress Stress Disorder or PDSD)
may be more appropriate.
Whilst it is now widely accepted that PTSD
can result from a single, major, life-
threatening event, there is growing awareness
that PTSD can also result from an
accumulation of many small, individually non-life-threatening
incidents. To
differentiate the cause, the term Complex
PTSD is used.
A key feature of Complex PTSD is the aspect
of captivity. The individual
experiencing trauma by degree is unable to
escape the situation.
Breakdown
The word "breakdown" is often used to describe
the mental collapse of someone who has been under
intolerable strain. There is usually an inference
of "mental illness". All these are lay terms and mean
different things to different people. I define
two types of breakdown:
Nervous breakdown or mental breakdown is a consequence of mental illness
Stress breakdown is a psychiatric injury, which is a normal reaction to an abnormal situation
The two types of breakdown are distinct and should
not be confused. A stress breakdown is a natural
and normal conclusion to a period of prolonged
negative stress; the body is saying "I'm not designed to
operate under these conditions of prolonged negative
stress so I am going to do something dramatic to
ensure that you reduce or eliminate the stress
otherwise your body may suffer irreparable damage; you
must take action now". A stress breakdown is
often predictable days - sometimes weeks in advance -
the person's fear, fragility, obsessiveness,
hypervigilance and hypersensitivity combine to evolve into
paranoia (as evidenced by increasingly bizarre
talk of conspiracy or MI6). If this happens, a stress
breakdown is only days or even hours away and
the person needs urgent medical help.
I am tearing up inside. I can not quit crying over the pain I
am feeling now from not seeing my
children for over six months. Because of the Catch 22 situation
some projects that I have been
trying to bring to reality are suffering because I can not keep up
a good business appearance. I can
not even be in a position to be questioned or investigated or have
due diligence done on me. The
Texas and Montana gangs have made me a fugitive.
One day in my desperation I call Fred Van Valkenberg the new County
Attorney I have a flash
of hope. I call him on a cell phone because I am now so paranoid
that I think that he will tap the
phone or something. He is very rude to me on the phone.
Keeps demanding that I give him my
address. He want to know my phone number and where I am.
Seems frustrated that I will not
tell him where I am. My fear and paranoia hits 90 degrees.
Tells me that he is going to talk to
Dusty Deschamps and to call him back in a few days. I call back.
He is still very mean on the
phone and says pay the money and he is not going
to take the warrant off until I do.
I just waned the warrant off to give me some freedom to not only get
my business and money
together to pay for what I did not get and pay for what I did not do,
but I needed it to help free
me some to take further steps in my battle and defense from the Good
ole boys in Texas. Last
but not least, because I was sometimes having to use duck tape to tape
my stomach so my
gut would not bulge out and give me the fears of my hernia erupting
and having to go to the
LA County hospital, only to then to have the vultures from Montana
and Texas begin to circle
over my body and fight for which gang gets me first, so they can persecute
me further, drag me
over the coals and possibly jail me, before then letting the second
set of gangsters get me and
as I have always feared about the Texas Good Ole boys...get me in their
jail and bash my
fucking brains in like some other people I have heard they have put
out of commission in this
very strange Texas town.
On September 2, I was in a deep depression over my birthday, being alone
and after some
three months writing the eBook OLE MISSOULA, suffering the mental breakdown,
and at
the same time trying to pick my self up by my boot straps, when I didn't
even have any boots,
it is then September 9th and the anniversary of my stepfather's death
and the gangsters in
Texas forging the will and what would be the start of one of the worst
periods of my life on
earth, which would also become the same for my wife that I was missing
and feeling so bad
about all this had put her through...2 days later I see the face of
EVIL in the fire and smoke
on the twin towers. It is 911, and I cry for days at the power
of EVIL and EVIL men.
I sink further in despare with my country. I begin to only be
able to think about the importance
of the safety I must offer and prepare for my children. A few
weeks pass and I set and write
GOOD BYE TO OLE MISSOULA and send my side of the story...my truth,
my defense
and my written words into cyberspace. After also months of work
I finish the online eBook
TRIAL OF A DEAD MAN and launch it into cyberspace as my side
of the story, my truth,
my defense. I have no money. I have no lawyer. I
have my pen and the freedom to express
in words my feelings and my truths...still try and retain the right
to freely express my opinion,
though my civil rights as far as the 14 Admendment goes has been thrown
to the wind.
With the realization that my own little personal problem that I let
bring me to my knees out of
my own weakness and the real power of EVIL...I have had a new surge
of energy to survive
and fight EVIL. I have a dedication to stand up for what
I believe and know is truth, just
because some hippie dope dealing rainbow family gangsters in Missoula,
and some Mother
killin' bookie mobsters that are lawyers and accountants in Cleburne
have the force of EVIL
on their side, like the Evil men that changed the world for all
of us back in that rough week I
was having in September, when they crashed into the American
dream and now spread their
disease among us...I woke up to the fact that I am a father and I have
some kids to take care
of...and I think my country needs some guys like me try and help hang
on to freedom and
fight for what is right.
On the grave of my dear Mother, that my step father killed (he was one
of the Good ole boys),
and on the life of my four children and one grand daughter, hand on
a bible, right hand in the
air, and from an ole boy that believes like Mark Twain...if you always
tell the truth you never
have to remember anything, and one that if was not so honest I might
have been able to come
up with the money to pay off the various gangs after me...every
word I write is the whole
truth and nothing but the truth so help me
God.
In what I have been through over ck # 1038 to B & R Foods for
the sum of $2,053.35,
which I said was not for payment, and was told would be held until
settlement, and
which after the situation of the Rainbow gang pull out, which
included all your food
and truck from the grounds the first day of the festival, and was
a very partial load
of the order in the first place, I would like to ask for you
to mail a copy of the
invoice that justifys your charges against me. The deal was
made with your rep and
the gangster Rochelle, she just trapped me into writing the check
for them to hold.
I take the bullet, and don't even get the respect to see the invoice
for the charges
that would come near ruining my life. Let us be fair...
Mail copy of invoice to me:
Benford Standley
c/o Desiree Standley
P.O. Box 1216
Missoula, MT 59806
I would also like to say that a copy of this letter is going in my
online eBook at:
http://www.geocities.com/olemissoula
For more on the gangsters and the saga TRIAL OF A DEAD MAN
go to:
http://www.geocities.com/trialofadeadman
If you care to know a little more about who I really am you can go
to:
http://www.geocities.com/someranwest
God bless America,
Benford Earl Standley
[email protected]