Anyone who follows this blog regularly knows that we’re raking in big bucks from George Soros and similar sources to support our merciless over-coal raking and to-the-duly-constituted-authorities reporting of the propertied classes of Los Angeles and their eager brown-tongued lap-minions like, e.g., the six members of the Board of Directors of the Downtown Los Angeles Neighborhood Council who participated in a sub rosa, barely legal conspiracy to do in the recent Skid Row Neighborhood Council formation effort.

One of the many targets at which we direct this firehose of Sorosbux is the Facebook, where Internet amateurs and malcontents will gather to vent their collective spleens in the comfy company of their moronic six-fingered peers. In particular, we have a dedicated, Soros-funded, intern¹ doing absolutely nothing all day but sifting through opposition Facebookery. And mostly it’s predictably dumb and sadly inconsequential, this material. The political equivalent, if you will, of kitten memes. Occasionally, however, a gem pops up in the feed, and when it does, well, we will write about it!

So you can well imagine our glee over here at MK.Org secret headquarters when this little slab of puckey was brought to our attention.² The author is DLANC board member and erstwhile DTLA resident³ Joshua Albrektson, writing about his actions after receiving the grievance against DLANC board member Dan Curnow that I filed a few weeks ago:

This is his latest article. He sent a grievance to DLANC that was literally about 40 pages about Dan Curnow being on a e-mail chain of people opposing the Skid Row NC. In order to file a grievance, you have to be a stakeholder of the place. He attached a page stating he is a stakeholder because he investigates the BIDS. I told everybody that he lives in Hollywood and works in Whittier and doesn’t own property here. I don’t think anybody even read his grievance.

So what would you do if you read something like this? Well, what I did is to turn the guy in to the Public Integrity Division of the Los Angeles County District Attorney for violating the Brown Act. Turn the page for details!

If you want to cut to the chase, you can get get a copy of the complaint here.

The main issue, of course, is §54952.2(b)(1) of the Brown Act, which states:

A majority of the members of a legislative body shall not, outside a meeting authorized by this chapter, use a series of communications of any kind, directly or through intermediaries, to discuss, deliberate, or take action on any item of business that is within the subject matter jurisdiction of the legislative body.

Therefore when Joshua Albrektson says “I told everybody that he lives in Hollywood…” he’s admitting to:

• Communicating with a majority of the Board — that is, everybody
• On an item of business that is within the subject matter jurisdiction of the Board — that is the validity of my grievance and my affirmation of stakeholdership
• Outside a meeting authorized by the Brown Act — I don’t know if you’ve been following the DLANC calendar lately, but they’ve been cancelling meeting after meeting after meeting in November. They have not yet held a meeting in November. Thus it’s easy enough to argue that the discussion Joshua Albrektson is referring to didn’t take place at a meeting. There were no meetings for it to take place at.

So that’s the argument. Let’s see what comes of it, shall we?

Image of DLANC dude Josh Albrektson is ©2017 MichaelKohlhaas.Org. It’s a transformative remogrifaction of this lil item right here. The words in the guy’s mouth are mostly his own, taken from this drivel and that slobber-cup and this bottomless well of idiocy, amongst other places.

1. Hey Pat! Say hello to the Internet! Keep up the great work!
2. Here’s a screenshot in case Mr. Frodo Douchebaggins comes to his senses and deletes the original.
3. If you’re in the mood for a little vicarious appallitude, take a look at Joshua Albrektson’s recent derpendicular cri de coeur in the Colonizer Weekly entitled Why I had to Leave Downtown. It’s all about how the overflowing degeneracy of Skid Row forced him to hit the Main Street of America heading West like a modern-day Tom Joad, escaping intolerable conditions Downtown and drizzling out op-eds like a lobotomized John Steinbeck on fentanyl. Note especially how iron-fistedly he controls the physical movements of his girlfriend. There’s such a fine line between being a loving, caring boyfriend and being a balls-out psychopath, isn’t there?