They were investigating the fact that I had allegedly “lied” on my application for the state business license, misrepresenting the facts to avoid paying for my license.
According to Bill Bennett, my “lies” on the business application are “a felony.” That made me so nervous, when the message was relayed to me by a hysterical person, that I had to run to the bathroom with a terrible case of diarrhea.
I have a felony on my record for refusing to be a snitch and Bill Bennett thinks he can scare me with a “felony”? He does not know me.
Richard Avila is a very nice young man who explained to me his position and allowed me to explain to him that it is all a terrible misunderstanding.
I have always worked from twelve to eighteen hours a day and had always kept a bed in my office; many times I sleep there and many of those hours I don’t, because it has been my habit of never telling anyone where I do sleep because I don’t like surprises. Even when I have my own place, I never sleep in the same place two days in a row.
When the person at the Secretary of State’s office asked me if I sleep where I work, I told her yes, and she is the one who told me that I qualified for a business license exempt — that I don’t have to pay the fee since this newspaper is online only. I have more people visiting my house than I have visiting my place of operation.
As I told Investigator Richard Avila when he visited my office, if the problem is the lousy $200 license fee, then I will send the money.
I have a bed and I have a kitchen in my place; maybe three times a week I sleep in the office and two times somewhere else, and two days I am in California. If they are interested I can supply them with my Marina Del Rey address and my 310 area code telephone number.
What really amazes me is that for three years I have communicated with the Secretary of State’s office about someone who has my name as their “register agent” when I am not, and they tell me there is nothing they can do about it. I guess lying to the Secretary of State on an application is only a felony when the alleged liar is an owner of a online newspaper with a big mouth fighting political corruption in our community, and for anyone else it’s not a felony.
And to top it all off, just two weeks ago I went in person to the Secretary of State’s office where a rude employee hiding behind a glass window told me that if I want to file a complaint I have to fill up a 20-page form and pay a $240 fee; with a little more money I could hire a hooker and at least get some satisfaction instead of being so mistreated by an angry and rude employee of the newly elected Secretary of State, who — according to my understanding — my own radio station radiotribune.com endorsed.
It seems to me that every time someone disagrees with the Las Vegas Tribune another snitch is born, or the government has many leaks within its organization.
Last week an angry advertiser claiming that I failed to maintain what I did not promise was upset and threatened me with notifying the federal and local authorities of my whereabouts, while a marijuana defender who is upset because the Las Vegas Tribune does not support her cause instigated her friend.
Now someone else unable to manipulate this office as they wanted to told friends of the Las Vegas Tribune that our days here are numbered; that in a few days the FBI is coming to raid this office.
Either the FBI, the Secretary of State, or some other government entity has a “leak” problem or they are wasting their money with the wrong snitches, because if it took them to have a man in our office for almost a year getting nothing to report back, the government needs to reevaluate their snitches.
I don’t care who agrees with the marijuana law — after all, now we have newspaper publishers, District Court Judges, and a former narcotics detective with Metro who also trained snitches for his own stable, holding drug business licenses, which is their problem — while they do what they do, I keep going with my vegetable shakes, my spirulina and my bee pollen and my energy drinks.
I don’t care who smokes it or who sells it as long as they don’t use my property for that and as long as they don’t do it in front of me.
What some people do not understand is that I am a very paranoid person, and rightfully so, and I like to know what is going on in my place when I am not in and normally I do know.
The other someone that indirectly was connected with this office ordered a $20 bag of marijuana over the telephone and the delivery man came to the front door of our place to do the transaction! I don’t know where the police were because perhaps snitches are allowed to break the law with the OK of their handler, but that man is no longer connected with this organization.
Not only did he make the transaction at my front door, but he also smoked the delivery in the back of my office.
The police may allow it nowadays because many of them are legitimately licensed drug dealers, but NOT in my back yard.
Next week more of the same maybe with names and all.
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My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column. Rolando Larraz is Editor in Chief of the Las Vegas Tribune. His column appears weekly in this newspaper. To contact Rolando Larraz, email him at: Rlarraz@lasvegastribune.com or at 702-868-NEWS (6397)