Against the Pillars

Table of Contents

Date and Form of Judgment.............................2

Concise Statement...............................................3

Case and Fact......................................3

Argument......................................................6

Conclusion......................................................... 14

Appendix ………………………………………..18

APPEAL

State of South Dakota In Circuit Court

County of Brookings Judicial Circuit

In Circuit Court

State of South Dakota )

Third Judicial Circuit

County of Brookings )

CR121-26

Plaintiff,

Judgment Conviction

v.

Entering or Refusing to Leave

Property After Notice

Jacob the Hutter Wipf

Intentional Damage to Property

Defendant,

Jacob the Hutter Wipf appeals to the Circuit Court of South Dakota from the final judgment rendered in this action on the 28th day of February, 2022.

Notice of Appeal filed March 7, 2022

Court Transcript filed April 11, 2022

Concise Statement: I was framed by the State Attorney, Dan Nelson, tortured and almost murdered by the Brookings Police, and railroaded in a sham trial by Judge Abigail Howard. I have repeatedly accused this judge, the Police, and the State Attorney of aiding, abetting, and covering up the Hate Crime of the rabid Anti-Hutterites Gerald Jensen, and his partner, the hate-woman Alice Intermill. I accused the judge of being worse than Heydrich, Himmler, and Hitler for covering up the criminal fabrication of State Attorney Dan Nelson, and my torture and near murder by the Brookings Police, and was given time to seek her removal as she could not possibly render an impartial judgment while in a position to seek revenge, which she did when she unexpectedly conducted the trial when I showed up for what I assumed was to be another procedural meeting to set the pretrial date. This was an ambush and an execution. I was not sent a notice of the trial by the State Attorney, was up all night tending new born lambs, and did not spend one minute in preparation. Her last words on the previous court date were: we start all over again. This was an ambush and an execution. This judge should have been removed from this case long ago, as the Unified Justice System of South Dakota was informed of the criminal nature of the proceedings here for weeks on end for almost a year now. My web tracker shows government officials logged on to my site (shamblesheep.com) for hours from all parts of the state, which can only mean that there is hardly a South Dakota judge who is not aware of the legal debauchery carried on here in the name of the Constitution. In my Briefs to the judge, I accuse her, the State Attorneys, and the Police of legal gangsterism, worse than the Nazis. For those murderers had the decency to wear armbands when they murdered you. These drape themselves in the mantle of the Constitution and then strangle their victims with it.

Case and Fact: The hate-woman Intermill was brought in to testify that she had not given me permission to cross the truck parking lot in an industrial park. But no one else in town has permission either, any more than anyone needs permission to cross a Walmart parking lot. “Did you know that Intermill is dead,” the judge demanded? How could I not know he is dead, I almost said, when, as the neighbors will bear witness, I as good as predicted it. For, several months before he was struck down, when they grievously oppressed the poor widow, I said, “Intermill needs to get away from this man, lest he be destroyed also. For to oppress a widow is like putting a mark on your back and daring God to take aim.” Intermill, kept repeating that he would like permission to drain a slough into my land, which I gave him. Several months before his widow would now rise up (in sheer hate) to tell the judge that she had not given me re-permission to cross the truck parking lot (for the which cause they sought to destroy me with the violence of the state), after her husband was struck down she used the permission I gave her dead husband to drain her slough into my land, ruining my few acres to improve hers (she’s one of the riches people in the county). Yet the hatred is such, that just as her husband joined hands with this adulterer to oppress the poor widow, she now joined him in their mutual hatred of Hutterites, in order to bring the violence of the Police upon their neighbor who had showed them nothing but good. I also mentioned to the judge that the cows (actually the banker John Hyland’s cows, who rents the land) from this hate-murderer's land were always getting out, and one year rampaged through my few acres of corn at night. Here now was real damage, and yet I said nothing then, but put up a fence. Sue, sue, sue, is the judge’s response–an eye for an eye–Luther exhorted his followers to volunteer to be hangman. If the Good Samaritan, when sued by his patient, would mention his former kindness to the ingrate, this judge would suggest that he could counter sue. But in the meantime, “You admit to putting him in an economy room.... You’re lucky he doesn’t sue you for kidnapping because you admit to moving him without his permission.” If the Good Samaritan would object, “But…,” the State hangster would snarl, “Objection, we said nothing about ‘but’ in our charges.” Sue, sue, sue, is the judge’s response.

When hate-murderer Jensen was pressed on why he did not raise the issue of trespass before (as he has always known that the sheds were on his land), he said he told the trailer park they needed to be moved. But if he demanded that they be moved, then why is his demand not permission to remove them.

Yet the judge charged me with a crime because I did not have permission to move them. This is legal depravity that would make Heydrich, Himmler and Hitler blush.

Why didn’t you tell me they were on trespassed ground, and asked me to move them,” I asked? He said he didn't know that I lived there. And there he lied under oath. For before the trial I had met this notorious adulterer only twice–very briefly. The first time was twenty years ago when he came across the truck parking lot to see if I had touched a narrow strip of alfalfa next to my shed. But I had come up on the easement and did not get close to his alfalfa. I asked him then where the property line was. He went up to the shed and slapped his hand on the east wall and said “there.” So I was up against the property line, but not over it. Had he asked me to move it back, I would have had to. And that was it. He approached to check if I was on his property personally, but I was only next to my shed. To this day, no one in the park knows where the property line is. Yet he told the court that he did not know that the shed was mine until he saw it going past his house on my way to mine when I moved them. This is his second lie under oath. That was twenty years ago, and he said nothing about vacating then because I was next to my shed, on what I assumed was trailer park land. Thus he lied when he told the court that he had given me an order to vacate, and he lied again when he told the court he didn’t know those sheds were mine.

I asked him if he knew there were two of us who moved the sheds. No, he said, he only knew of me. This is now his third lie under oath. “But you called the person who was with me to conspire a plot to frame me, before you called the police,” I said. “Why did you call him, if you didn’t know he was with me?” “To see where you were,” he said under oath. In other words, he called the person who had helped me to see where I was to make certain that I was there when the police showed up. And the judge said nothing. Why would he need to know where I was, when his next call was to the police? This is now his fourth lie under oath.

He knew the person he called was with me throughout, because he questioned him narrowly to see how he could conspire a plot that would involve only me. Yet the judge said nothing. For a whole week we went back and forth past his house in the neighbor's truck, and he knew to call my neighbor, because every time a shed went by his house my neighbor was right behind me as flagman. Yet he told the court that he had no idea my neighbor was with me, and only called him to “see where I was at that particular hour.” And the judge said nothing, except to tell me to move on. “You’re violating my due process,” I kept telling her. Between her and the state hangster, I could hardly get a word in edgewise.

Every time this murderer saw my sheds go by he saw the neighbor's truck right behind it. Yet he claims not to have known that my neighbor was a participant. He only called him, he said, to see where I was at that hour. My good neighbor knew what he was doing. He was trying to frame the event so that he could somehow only target me. Again he lied under oath. The judge said nothing. But my neighbor knew he was plotting, and called me to tell me the police were on their way. This is strange behavior. Yet the judge said nothing. He boasts of having the police on speed dial, and now he even does their investigation for them? I told the judge, this is power an Afghan warlord can only dream of. Again, he said he was made aware of what was going on only when he saw the sheds go by, and only then did it dawn on him that I was their owner. But in court he showed a picture of a semi-trailer he put in the tracks I had made in the snow which was supposed to indicate to me that I was “told to vacate.” But that trailer was put there days before we moved the sheds, and we just went around thinking a trucker had simply dropped a trailer-double which cannot be backed up. As a former trucker–this is how you unhook those. Yet he told the court he only knew that I had trespassed the parking lot when he saw my sheds go by. Yet that trailer was put there days before. Again he lied under oath.

Every time we crossed the parking lot we ran into one of the employees. They saw both of us there for almost a week. Yet he claims he didn’t know there were two of us. He says he knew there were numerous loaders out there (6 altogether), and yet he tells the court that he assumed only one person (myself) ran all those loaders. The judge said nothing. Move on, she said.

He claims to have given me an order to vacate the property. But that is not what’s on the initial warrant, and must have been added after they read my site (which documents everything from the day I received the warrant.) The trespass originally centered on signs (which don’t exist), and a trailer dropped in the parking lot meant to indicate that I was to vacate. But police Pike never saw such a sign anywhere, and neither could he tell where the property line was. Seeing the weakness, they added that there was a “order to vacate.” They made that up. Police Pike told the court that nothing marks the property line. The other residents are twenty feet further into the industrial park than my shed was—to this day. No one ever bothered to ask permission, because no one cares. We keep the weeds down. Yet they are not trespassing? But now the government informs me that the shed on which they taxed me for 25 years extended over the property line. So here we have the Government taxing me on a building they now tell me was illegally placed--the legal status which it was their duty to determine--and then the same Government turns around and charges me with a crime for making legal what was illegal. The Police, State Attorney, and Judge knew all this when they wrote this criminally reckless warrant. They knew I planted all those worthless trees 25 years ago. They knew the shed had to be moved. They knew the only way to move it was across the parking lot. They knew that all the other trailer park residents are even further into the Industrial Park than I was. They knew that the Government taxed me for twenty-five on a shed they now say was illegally placed all along, and then turned around and charged me with trespass when I moved it to make it legal. They knew that the City of Volga sold the land under my shed without letting me know that the shed needed to be moved. They know that there are two of us to whom pertain everything that is on the Warrant. They know the Warrant was based on contrived and falsified evidence. They lie in denying that they know that there were two of us. They deny that they know everything you see in Exhibit A. They allowed a lethal Police Warrant to stand against an American citizen whom they knew had been falsely accused, and charged with fabricated evidence. The Police know that this Anti-Hutterite hate-murderer has been using them for ten years to terrorize me. And yet the Government now extorts me for $4750 and slanders me to “the people” for “intentionally vandalizing” property, when the “intentional vandalizing” was done to comply with the law to make the sheds legal, which, as the judge heard this hate murderer say under oath, he had ordered the trailer park to do. For doing what the law required, you slander me with a crime? For this you tortured me in front of a leering crown and almost murdered me in front of my own bank in a frame right out of My Kampf, lacking only the bonfire of Hutter?

The Government (the City of Volga) was legally bound to determine the legal status of that property before they sold it with my shed on it. This criminal negligence by the Government means that the hate-murderer Jensen bought the property with me trespassing on it.

The Judge heard this rabid Anti-Hutterite say under oath that he told the trailer park owner to move the sheds. But the sheds could only be moved one way—across the truck parking lot. Building codes do not permit them to be moved into the trailer park. It may have occurred to the Judge that if this Anti-Hutterite demanded that the shed be moved, the owner (me) would feel ordered to do so, and to talk about permission to perform an act from the same person who commands you to do it is the height of legal absurdity. It is legal debauchery that would make the Nazis blush. I am ordered to move the sheds (which by default implies permission), yet the minute I do, the trap is sprung to catch me for trespass. This murderer boasts of having the Sheriff in his pocket. So, if I move the shed that he demands be removed, I commit criminal trespass.

And if I leave it where it is, I commit criminal trespass, because the shed could not remain where it was when I now sell my trailer. So how was I to move the shed? Airlift it? But I don’t have air rights over property I don’t own. Take it apart, and remove it piece by piece through the park—the trailers are so dense even a small car can’t get through? But I would have to trespass to take it apart, because it extends over the property line. Yet because of the extreme bad faith and blinding prejudice of this judge, I am condemned if I move the shed, and condemned if I don’t. This is judicial revenge, a legal lynching.

The old Google maps would show the trails I made when I walked the perimeters of that industrial park. For twenty-five years I trespassed it to remove rubbish that the trailer park children left there, so the owners wouldn’t hurt their haying equipment. All the neighbors knew this. I trespassed with my loader when I saw one of Intermill’s employees attempt to fill his pickup truck with black dirt by hand in the hot sun. Three times I crossed the parking lot to load him (because I had mercy on him). “You could have been arrested,” the Sheriff told me. This is Satanic depravity that would make the Nazis blush.

These murderers would think nothing if the Good Samaritan’s patient sued him in court for putting him in economy class at the Inn. The Pharisees could get you the widow’s house legally, chapter and verse. To save the day the judge gained her purpose by my use of the word “permission.” When I moved to my acreage ten years ago, I asked Intermill’s permission to cross the narrow strip of alfalfa between the two properties while he was haying it. It would not have dawned on me to ask for permission otherwise. Town people go through there every day. It’s a commercial zone, and semis come right up to my shed to turn around. Be that as it may. The judge heard him say under oath that he wanted that shed moved. The shed could only be moved across the truck park, and since it was on trespassed ground, you couldn’t even touch it without trespassing. Moreover, the shed could not be moved without untangling it from the trees which I planted next to it twenty-five years ago. This the Government now calls “intentional damage to property.” Did the Government “intend” for me to move the shed to make it legal? How was I to do it “unintentionally?” Did the Government “intentionally” commit a crime when it taxed me illegally on property that was not mine? Did the Government “intentionally” commit a crime when it sold the land on which the sheds were without telling me?

Would I have “intentionally” damaged property if I cut a tree to keep it from damaging my shed? Whose duty was it to see to it that the trees did not damage my property?

In the ten years since I moved to my acreage, one of the trees grew into one of these sheds and ruined it. I smashed it with my loader and brought it home in pieces.

These hate murderers knew I had been pruning and thinning those trees for 25 years. They were thick as hair, and grew every which way. When I pruned them back to comply with the law (making the shed legal), I am charged and slandered with a crime? For doing what the law required, you will now extort me for $4750 (30 pieces of silver adjusted to inflation)? For this you stalked me into my own bank, arrested me for bank robbery. tortured and almost murdered me in front of a leering crowd eager to take up once again the murderous pastime of their fathers (although given the rate of divorce and adultery here, few of them could be taxed to know who their fathers really are)?

Argument: To focus on the particulars of this depravity is to miss the forest for the trees. As I told the judge, “You’re not prosecuting crime here, you’re processing hate. Your own Sheriff says you have nothing here but hate.” Exhibit A is like a bold of lightening on the heads of this troika of murderers. They would have “the people” believe that they caught Jacob the Hutter prowling like a vile burglar around the fringes looking to commit his next act of vandalism. A petty criminal. You Satanic murderers! You have slandered, tortured and almost murdered a righteous, innocent man. For what do you see in Exhibit A? Two honest, hard working Americans doing what they do every day, helping each other do an honest day's work in order to pay their taxes. It’s what pays your cushy salaries and 5-star expense accounts. This is why this troika of murder robbed me of a jury trial. Exhibit A would expose their depravity. Especially, in the wake of having just heard Judge Jensen wax on and on about the 14^th Amendment—equal justice for all. “ But,” the jury would say, “there’s two of them, why is there only one here.” If the jury didn’t cry out, the stones would. I accused the judge of extortion in court. Why? Because this troika of murder know they’re extorting Jacob the Hutter for two. The jury would have run them out of town for their depravity. I watched Chief Justice Jensen closely to see if he could get through his homily with a straight face. “You hypocrite and fraud,” I said. For six month I called on the Unified Justice System (over which he presides) almost daily to have him vacate this legal troika of murder before they get me murdered for real, and all I get from him is a note saying, “You seem to be having a problem with Judge Howard,” and telling me to seek redress by writing a letter and sending it to an obscure part of the state to some even more obscure committee that gathers on such and such a month.... Your rich paymasters boast of having you on speed dial to get you to act like their personal Gestapo, and you want me to take refuge in snail mail? But imagine seeing Exhibit A after hearing him hold forth on the glory of the 14^th Amendment. “Why are there two in the Exhibit, and only one here,” they would cry? “Two people, two warrants,” as Judge Garland would say. Which is why Americans are (contrary to his hope) not “convinced that their Constitutional rights may be redeemed in court.” Which is why I watched Judge Jensen closely to see if he could keep a straight face. Exhibit A is what I presented to Judge Jensen repeatedly in verbal form for months. “Two people, two warrants.” Why did you leapfrog over Vandal One to get to Vandal Two? Where is the vandalism in exhibit A? All the jury sees are two honest Americans doing an honest hard day's work. “They’re crossing a truck stop,” they would cry. “We do that every day. Are we also criminals.” Where does the “intentional vandalism” come in when, moving a shed, the people who order you to move it then turn around and accuse you of moving it? “We can get you for crossing the Walmart parking lot,” the Sheriff tells me. What he meant was, if you have the State Attorney in your pocket, and you want to exercise a historic and ancient hatred, then the law can be tricked to get the Hut crossing a truck stop. It’s how, the New York Times wrote recently, by tricking the law, and gerrymandering the facts, criminal State Attorneys “destroy people’s lives” with little more than a slap on the wrist when caught. But they rarely get caught. The killers of Ahmaud Arbery were cast as upright citizens because of the structural complicity of this troika of murder (Police/Prosecutor/Judge) who engage in outcome-based enforcement: rigorous selective justice here (utter bad faith), blind passivity there (you take care of your own). Ahmaud Arbery was not destroyed. Ahmaud Arbery was murdered. Were it not for a small independent paper, his killers would be no more than ordinary citizens doing their duty—they but await a pardon in due season.

These corrupt murderers here were caught Hut-baiting with the law and abuse of their office, and when caught, they had the judge ram the trial to a close before it draws the attention of a Federal Prosecutor. And there is here no Press to uncover the legal crime. The Brownshirt Register and the Argus Fuhrer would find little of note in the death of Ahmaud Arbery. And how much did they have to pay the Mob to come up with $4750 for pruning worthless shrubs which everyone knows will take over the town if we don’t. No jury could be allowed to see Exhibit A. They would run this troika out of town. As the Sheriff says, there is nothing here but hate.

But why, the jury would ask? In the words of the Sheriff of Brookings County, “Because he hates you.” “You’re not prosecuting crime here,” I keep repeating to the judge, “you’re processing hate.” Your own Sheriff says so. Exhibit A proves it. This troika leapfrogged over Vandal One to get to Vandal Two in order to slander Jacob the Hutter as a common shiftless vagrant. You corrupt murderers! You snarl “objection” in court whenever I mention the shed because you sense me closing in on you because you sense me closing in on you. You would have people believe that you caught Jacob the Hutter shuffling around like some vile burglar prowling around the ships, when Exhibit A looks like he’s moving a house. But you hid the shed because you needed to show Jacob the Hutter engaged in petty crime. You hide the shed to make it appear that Jacob the Hutter was caught sneaking around committing petty crime. You hide the second Vandal because you would be laughed out of the county if you attempted to charge anyone else with such depravity. And now you have ghosted Vandal One, because you cannot let “the people” know that you leaped over Vandal One to get to the Hut, Vandal Two. How do I know this? Because Vandal One called Vandal Two to let him know that the police will be coming only after Vandal Two. Shouldn’t Vandal One at least appear as a witness against Vandal Two? After all, we’re dealing with crime against “the people” here. And Vandal One is the only person who could tell them everything they wish to know. But they don’t wish to know more. They were given a shopping list of crimes to find by their rich paymasters. Why would the Police and State Attorney do this? To fulfill the wishes of their rich paymasters. Compare Exhibit A to what you see on the Warrant. In the Warrant “the people” are made to see a “vile common burglar.” In Exhibit A they see two people like themselves. They cooked the evidence here. This is how they prostitute their Constitutional office and destroy and murder innocent people.

“He hates you,” the Sheriff says. My father fled this country almost 100 years ago because of these murderers, or rather the fathers of these murders (although given the rate of divorce and adultery here, few of them could be taxed to know why their real fathers are.) Recently, two people who grew up next the colony my family abandoned told me that they always wondered why the Hutterites left: “we didn’t,” I said, “we were driven out.” “You were driven out of Romania,” they cried. For they had heard only that the Hoots were driven out of Romania. The buildings, abandoned for almost 100 years, are now almost gone, and there is there no ARBEIT MACHT FREI to mark the difference, or to bear record of a terrible crime, because they were taught only that “the Hoots were driven out of Romania.” And then they came to South Dakota to build a colony and abandoned it in order to show that they “were driven out of Romania” Not surprisingly, they teach their children (although given the rate of divorce and adultery here, few could possibly know who their real children are), that the Anabaptists can survive without committing violence only by putting themselves under the umbrella of those who do, Cain protecting Abel, as it were. There, they say, pointing to abandoned colonies, is ample proof, for “the Hoots, as everyone by now knows, were driven out of Romania.”

You will now be forced to fill up the cup of wrath of your fathers who drove my father from this region. Having trampled on the 14^th Amendment (that one American cannot be made to answer for two), you will now be forced to extort your thirty pieces of silver by violating the 5^th Amendment (unlawful seizure of property). I am surely the only American to have been dispossessed by the Government twice. God gave me these twenty-five acres here. If you can pry them from His fingers, I will take that as a sign that I am to shake the dust of my shoes and depart. I told this hate-murderer the second time I met him when he came here to vent his Anti-Hutterite hatred. “I will give you my place and walk away from here if I have to:” “for the servant of the Lord must not strive.”

Conclusion: As to the desired outcome? Outcome? As I told the judge, “The police allowed themselves to be used for ten years as the personal Gestapo of these Anti-Hutterite hate-murderers, giving them power an Afghan warlord can only dream off.” I was stalked into my bank, arrested on suspicion of bank robbery (the only person in the history of the world arrested for robbing a bank while putting money into the bank—you couldn’t make this up). The Government extortion of $4750 ($30 pieces of silver adjusted for inflation) for pruning back trees (all of which I planted 25 years ago) in order to untangle sheds which, the by law required to be moved will but compound the iniquity of your fathers who drove us from this region when my father was 8 months old almost 100 years ago, our land sold under duress, our colony simply abandoned for 100 years until the buildings sunk into decay. Now, as you have brutally trampled on the 14^th Amendment (everyone including Police, State Attorneys, Judge know there were two of us), you will now be forced to violate the 5^th Amendment when you seize my property to pay the potter. Such depravity could never by invented. The desired outcome? I was terrorized for ten years, tortured, and almost murdered by your reckless depravity here, and slandered with committing a crime. “If ye think good, give me my price; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver.”

You have made a mockery of the 14th Amendment. You have one law for yourself another for the rest. When, at the annual City of Volga Christmas orgy you went at each other with butcher knives, the internet was abuzz at how quickly it was covered up and swept under the rug. Now I see it’s been scrubbed off the internet. This murderous warrant was written while the Attorney Gerneral of South Dakota wa preoccupied fighting a borderline murder charge to stay out to prrison. I was framed here while the bark of justice was rudderless.. When you exonerated him, he turned around and requested his victim’s medical records, so that having taken a man’s life, you now gave him permission to pursue his victim into the crypt in order that he might assassinate his characheet. You’ve made yourself the laughingstock of the world with your legal hucksterism. Now he is to be forcibly removed through impeachment. The legal stench here reeks to heaven. You do but parrot your religion. The Dutch Elder here, watching the horde coming out of the packing plant in Sioux Falls told me, shuddering, “There was not an American among them.” He wasn’t talking about their paperwork, or lack thereof. The 14th Amendment would not help him here, his eye fixated upon the inscrutable arc of God’s inexorable decrees, which not surprisingly somehow bends toward him. No mercy for the sons of darkness before him. He learned that in the cradle. As a judge he would be hard pressed not to twin between Americans and americans. He was but voicing his Reformed slumbers, the whiteousness which is by Fate, for there are even fewer black Calvinsits then there are black evolutionists, both coming, as they do, from the same source, and ending, infallibly, at the same place. Had he waited, he would have found much in the next shift to placate his Calvinsitic anger, for all the Russians (or Americans) were on the night shift, and he wouldn't have been troubled by their paperwork, or lack thereof. As for the americans, they may hope never to be at his mercy. He is but himself a cog in his own murderous system. It is what you’ll find if you ever get in the clutches of these murderers. They know not what they do, because they no longer have souls.

I hold all of you in contempt of the Constitution for the infinite Dreck you have secreted upon it with which you destroy the poor and helpless at the behest of your rich paymasters. In essence, this Writ is a non-violent citizen's arrest for the innumerable and treasonous ways in which you have destroyed the Constitution. I regard you with utmost contempt as human beings for your unspeakable personal depravity: “Woe unto you legal gangsters, for how shall ye escape the damnation of Hell.” If you acquit yourselves in a half decent manner, I will not stoop to thank you. You will but have delivered your soul (if you still have one)-- –temporarily. “For except you repent, ye shall all likewise perish.” This Writ is in the public domain (read of all places in Istanbul). It is to be presented to the Federal Government of the United States, where I will confront all of you before a Federal Grand Jury, the Supreme Court, or both. You Satanic murderers. You tortured me in public and almost murdered me here.

Dated this 10th day of May, 2022, at Brookings, South Dakota