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Looks like sexy siren Lindsay Lohan is not out of the woods yet (or at least the Beverly Hills) in respect to past D.U.I. woes and subsequent wranglings with the tony enclave's finest!
In fact, Beverly Hills Police issued an arrest warrant Friday, arising from her 2007 conviction for driving while under the influence.
Although a spokesperson for the Department declined to state the reason for the issuance of the warrant, I expect Lindsay failed to follow through on a pesky legal obligation to the court.
Who knows at this juncture!
Lindsay, you'd better get your butt down to the local pokie.
It's no walk-in-the-park to be dragged out of your high-end auto, and gruffly man-handled by some butch dyke as you're hand-cuffed in public (come to think of it, Lindsay, 'ya might like it, eh?), and subjected to extreme humiliation before gawking lookie-loo's in the mean streets of Los Angeles.
"It is our hope that Ms. Lohan will surrender herself so that this matter can be resolved in a timely manner," Lieutenant Mark Rosen said in a prepared statement.
In 2007, Lohan wiled away about an hour-and-fourteen minutes behind bars on a drunk-driving and cocaine-possession conviction, before she was sprung free on bail to face the charges.
Poor Lindsay, she's no stranger to drama!
During a dizzying car chase in the seaside town of Santa Monica, the popular actress lost control of her vehicle, then wrecked the high-end auto in ritzy Beverly Hills amid a glare of publicity.
Right about now, Lindsay's gal pal must be belting out a gusty tune.
"My baby does the hanky-panky!"
Suddenly, there was a collective gasp from a handful of shocked observers in the courtroom.
"Well, you're just spinning your wheels, young man," he barked at me from the bench after the buzz died down a tad.
Needless to say, I was in a tailspin.
"How would you like it if I threw you in jail," he cackled maniacally!
"Sir, you conduct is inapproriate," I managed to muster up amid a sea of emotion that was now overwhelming me.
On the heels of that sharp retort, I stormed out of the courtroom as Hauk angrily shouted from the bench:
"You, come back here!"
Once outside, I dashed over to the Law Library to research the issues, then proceeded to file a complaint against the old coot with the Justices in charge at the Commission on Judicial Performance in San Francisco. (9th Circuit Court of Appeal)
As it turned out, Hauk had offended many litigants over the years.
For example, when a female attorney became frustrated by his insulting beligerent behaviour one day, Hauk turned to his clerk and flippantly remarked in an aside loud enough for her to hear:
"Oh, they get that way once a month."
And, he was known to refer to environmentalists as a pack of "pointy-head" do-gooders in a derogatory fashion, when their bevy of expert witnesses appeared before him for a hearing.
And, it you can believe it, he once lamented in open court that all immigrants were faggots!
For some inexplicable reason, no complainant managed to get Hauk censured for his despicable conduct.
But, I did!
When word came back that Hauk would be barred from hearing Civil Rights Cases, and that he was being censured for his reprehensible "un-Judge-like" conduct which reflected negatively on the integrity of the court, there were cheers all around.
The LA Times wrote a feature in which I was the star player, for instance.
And, on the heels of that article, Fox News proceeded to rake the old bench-warmer over the coals.
For example, when reporters determined that Hauk was at a conference for Judges near their studios, they camped outside of the facility, then ambushed the unsuspecting jurist.
As he tried to scurry to his car, reporters stuck a microphone and camera in his face, and taunted him.
"Sir, some people say you are crazy. Are you?"
With the glare of the spotlight on his face, he angrily retorted into the lens:
Throughout the evening, Fox News used the teasers to publicize the upcoming news bite on the disciplinary action being taken against Judge Andrew A. Hauk by the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals pursuant to my complaint.
Essentially, Hauk was totally humiliated and disgraced in public on National Television.
Then, Associated Press picked up the story.
Now, enquiring minds were avidly lapping up the bizarre tale about the wild-and-woolley Federal Judge around the globe!
Then, I became a hero in legal circles, when American Lawyer published a story disclosing all the nasty details of his despicable conduct, my valiant efforts to ensure Hauk was punished for his offending misdeeds, and so forth and so on.
But, most important, my litigation went back to Judge Greenwald in the Bankrtupcy court.
Now, we were cooking with gas!
At this juncture, Yanik's lawyers abandoned him, and it was just him and me in open court.
Right off the bat, he agreed to a settlement - and thereafter - monthly payments commenced.
On occasion when we met in the hall outside of Greenwald's courtroom, he'd threaten me - cry poverty - and tired to squirm out of the settlement agreement.
But, I remained strong.
Once, in open court, Yanik angrily shouted at the Judge and appeared ready to engage in some physical violence towards me.
Greenwald warned Yanik he'd have the Federal Police bodily remove him from the courtroom if he didn't behave.
Needless, to say, it doesn't surprise me that Yanik ended up in hot water for allegedly razing a historic landmark - Johnie's Broiler - which he was leasing.
News Report (re: Yanik misdemeanour charges)
But, in the end, he finally paid the settlement in full.
In the wake of the legal victory, I felt vindicated.
Unfortunately, Yanik is still on-the-loose ripping off consumers left and right, as you read this.
The lesson I learned?
Buyer beware, for one.
And, two, avoid litigation if possible.
After all, lawsuits amount to nothing more than attorney rants - which only end - when one of the litigants runs out of paper ($$$).
Bottom line? Try to settle your disputes amicably and in private.
And, use some common sense.
Don't allow attorneys to profit from your sorrows, unless you're a masochist, of course.
Gladiator role best acting assignment to date
Today show staff traipsed over to the Art Institute one day this past week to try their hand at sketching the human form.
One of the nude male models - strategically set into frame to avoid any "x-rated" footage popping (!) up on camera - allegedly was hung like a horse.
Lauer was asked if he felt intimidated.
"No," he quipped, as his eyes fell to the crotch area of the uninhibited young stud.
"A bit jealous, perhaps."
I expect Matt's subject was "a shower".
Or, just maybe, the young hottie was aroused by Lauer's attentive gaze at his manhood.
Some dudes are into "daddy-types", after all!
Now that revenue is down - after all, tourists are staying away from Vegas in droves because of the downturn in the economy - the savvy traveller may be able to wangle a good deal or two with a little research on the Internet.
However, from the get-go, I'd have to urge tourists to avoid booking a room at the Gold Coast Hotel & Casino in Sin City.
For starters, the Hotel staff are dishonest about their authorization policy.
Normally, when you book into a Hotel, management places an authorization for potential incidentals on your credit card to cover room service, in-house movie rentals, etc.
Most Hotels in the same price range as the Gold Coast have an authorization policy for the sum of $50.00.
In the case of the Gold Coast its unclear what their policy is until the guest checks in - at which point - it's too late to protest!
Deliberate failure to disclose?
I cruised around their web site for about twenty minutes and couldn't find any policy on authorization charges.
One paragraph indicated a credit card was needed to check in, but that was all the information they provided.
Needless to say, I was a trifle annoyed when I checked in and was informed my credit card would be dinged $100.00 (twice the sum other Hotels in the vicinity normallyl foist on Hotel guests).
On the date of check in, when I questioned the policy, I was advised that at check-out the $100.00 would be released (less any room charges racked up during the length of my stay).
When I checked out and directed the Hotel clerk to be sure to credit back my account, it was dissclosed to me for the first time that the credit would not reflect on my credit card for two or three days!
The staffer hesitated, then sheepishly added:
"That's what the banks tell us."
Does he think I was born yesterday?
I was more shocked, however, when I spied a security guard in the parking lot steal items from a guests vehicle parked on the second floor of the parking structure one evening.
On Tuesday night I dashed out to my vehicle with the intention of filling up my gas tank at the station down the street when the pumps were relatively quiet.
Before I turned the key in the ignition and turned on my lights, I noticed a security guard drive up to a parked vehicle, stop, and reach into an open window and remove some of vehicle owner's personal effects!
But, the jolts and surprises did not end there.
I was taken aback when I opened the room to the suite and noticed there weren't any bedspreads, in spite of the fact the publicity still used to promote rooms at the Gold Coast feature one.
The staff had tucked a thin sheet over the mattress, topped it with a flimsy blanket - and get this - then, placed a white sheet over the top!
Talk about tacky!
You got it.
In the middle of the night, I woke up shivering.
I was also annoyed when I strode into the room and looked out the window.
The Hotel clerk informed me my suite had a view of the mountains.
Spread out before me was a big parking lot without even a small hill in sight!
I guess he meant to say: a mountain of concrete, eh?
To top that - a pool they were advertising as a selling feature at the Hotel - was actually closed for the winter.
Quite a few guests trotted down for a swim only to discover they'd been rooked by this dicey operation at the Coast Casino on Flamingo Road.
Avoid this place like the plague.
A total waste of money!