IN THE THIRD JUDICIAL CIRCUIT
OF THE CIRCUIT COURT
STATE OF SOUTH DAKOTA
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BROOKING COUNTY FILE NO. CR121-26
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STATE OF SOUTH DAKOTA
Plaintiff and Appellee,
v.
JACOB THE HUTTER WIPF
Defendant and Appellant.
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APPEAL FROM THE MAGISTRATE DIVISION
BROOKINGS COUNTY, SOUTH DAKOTA
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APPELLANT’S RESPONSE
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NOTICE OF APPEAL FILED MARCH 20, 2022
APPEAL FILED APRIL 10, 2022
APPELLEE’S RESPONSE SERVED (received in mailbox)
MAY 24, 2022
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Table of Authorities………………………………………………….2
Preliminary Statement……………………………………………….2
Facts of the Case…………………………………………………….3
Gerrymandered Debauchery of the Case……………………………10
Criminal Abuse of Constitution and Coverup of Hate Crime………………………………………………………………..11
Summary…………………………………………………………… 15
Exhibit B: Voodicial Math?…………………………………………15
TABLE OF AUTHORITIES
The Truth……………………………………………………………1-15
The Bible…………………………………………………………….1-15
A Good Conscience…………………………………………………1-15
Redeemable Constitutional Rights (as per Judge Merrick Garland)...1-15
PRELIMINARY STATEMENT
The State Attorney’s Brief is nothing more than a manifesto of the prosecutorial gangsterism for which I demanded the removal of State Attorneys Nelson, Oxner (Kleinjan is absent only because I had the privilege of not confronting his own legal debauchery previously):
Aborted Due Process. They had to conduct an extra-judicial hanging, he says, while they had the shifty Hut in hand, given his “penchant to boycott trials.” This was not a trial, it was secret lynching. I was ambushed. They admit to having brazenly aborted due process to ram the trial to a close in order to get it over with before they lose control of it. These murderers, as I say in Brief after Brief, wouldn’t recognize the Constitution from Mein Kampf. They brazenly admit to it, because they know they’ll get away with it. They always have. All they need do is to look at those abandoned colonies as proof. Like their chief, now in the impeachment dock for borderline murder, they make up the law as they go. The murderers arrested me for bank robbery when I was putting money into the bank. All of this has been known by the SD Unified Justice System for a year now.
Futility of Process. What’s the point of due process, he says, when the Hut doesn’t make use of it? He refuses to use the violence of the State to subpoena witnesses. Since he will not call witnesses anyway, why give him time to call witnesses? Why waste time on due process? Giving a Hut due process is like giving Abel a sword to use against Cain. What’s the point, if he doesn’t have the sense to use it? “That’s your problem,” the judge said. I gladly own it. I feel blessed to add to my Patrimony. Luther and Calvin resolved the problem of Abel by striking a bargain with Cain/Caesar. Rivers of blood have flowed since. The school massacres are but the latest installment of the price they agreed upon. The Government could just as well have pointed to the abandoned colonies, regionally, for support. Proof, one of the locals says, that Anabaptists can only exist if others engage in violence on their behalf. They have only themselves to blame. As the judge said, “That’s your problem.” I do not complain. I never heard anyone complain. My grandfather Paul of blessed memory, a bookish man who took a degree here, never got used to the mountains because they were not like South Dakota. He never saw it again. “He took the spoiling of his goods joyfully” and moved on. I use the point only to demonstrate the criminal gangsterism that generated this reckless Warrant on contrived and contorted evidence in the first place. The murderers simply dispensed with Constitutional rights, because they are no more than fixers and enforcers for the plutocrats who have them in their pockets. “I’ll mention you to the Sheriff,” this murderer said. The next day the police came only to tell me “we had to come.” Don’t destroy those cams, I told them from the first. I told them he was using them to Hut-bait. The Warrant was but the latest episode. This was not a trial, it was an extrajudicial execution.
“Continuance” as Proof of Legitimacy. You murderers, what was I to do? You have a gun pointed at my head. You tortured (until I “cooperated”) and almost murdered me for protesting my illegal arrest for bank robbery. The judge saw my bewilderment when I realized they were holding a kangaroo court to administer banana justice.. They colluded to end it and circumvent the Removal Brief by trotting out the remaining gangster, Kleinjan, to perform the coup de grace. Yet, God gave me everything I needed to say. You murderers, there was little I could say with the elephant in the room: Exhibit A. You suppressed Exhibit A to hide your multiple Federal Crimes here: conspiring with the hate-criminals to use the Police and Courts to destroy an innocent american, illegal arrest, torture and near murder, refusing to vacate a lethal Police warrant when you had bulletprof evidence that it was criminally originated, and finally extortion (both halves of the $100,00). The judge suppressed the truth by not allowing me to broach that a) for 10 years the police allowed themselves to be used as the personal Gestapo of this murderer who boasts of having them on spead dial, that b) the State Attorney leapfrogged over Vandal One to get to Vandal Hut, and hid from “the people” that Vandal One even exists, c) that he knew that the Government sold the land on which that two story building and trees (all of which I planted) were without telling me they extended over the line, that d) the Government certified both the building and trees as my legitnate property when they assessed the building and taxed it for 25 years, e) that I worked in that taxed shed for 25 years and so trespassed, and payed taxes, in the same building both before and after they bought it, f) that to this day no one knows where the property line (Police Pike didn’t bother to certify. He simply took his Sheriff-whisperer’s word, as he states) is because no one ever bothered to tell any of us, g) that the police/State Attorney/judge know that every aspect of the Warrant pertains to two people, but that the police/State Attorney/judge have suppressed this evidence and would not allow it to surface in Court, because it would reveal the Hate Crime of the accusers, and the police/State Attorneys/judge cover-up of it. This is why they aborted due process. With all this criminally suppressed, what is there left to say? I went public online the day I received the Warrant, because, the fact that you leapfrogged over Vandal One to get to Vandal Hut, left me no doubt that the trial would be a sham and a farce. You murderers, you proved me right. You blatantly admit to aborting due process, and brazenly sneer that due process is lost on a Hut anyway, because a Hut cannot get over (what the judge calls) the “problem.” That problem earned Jacob Hutter a bonfire. I gladly own it, and feel blessed to be accused of it.
A Bizarre Gloss on Flooding. The neighbors will attest that I gave Intermill permission to ruin my land to improve his. I have no complaints: “the gifts of God are above repentance.” I mention it only to illustrate the depraved hatred of these murderers. Two months before she testified to having called the violence of the police on her neighbor for crossing a truck parking lot she owns and which the whole town crosses every day, she used the permission I gave her husband to ruin my land to improve hers. For 25 years I watched over that (truck park) property. I trespassed when I removed debris from it constantly, and again when I helped one of her employees load his truck on a hot day. “You could have been arrested,” the Sheriff cried. These murderers would stab the Good Samaritan in the back, sue his estate for moving his body without permission, and the judge would recommend his widow countersue in order to at least retain burial costs.
The Trailer Oracle. I committed a Class 1 Misdemeanor (this is the lynchpin of your entire case) in that I went around a trailer parked in the middle of a truck trailer park without paying heed to its ominous warning. As any professional truck driver could tell you, this is what you see in truck terminals every day. These are doubles, or trains, which cannot be backed up, and are randomly dropped anywhere on the premises for the yardman to place later. WE (see Exhibit A) simply went around it (and I was not driving). WE gave it no more thought than we would a stray shopping cart at Walmart. But somehow the Hut (and only the Hut) should have divined its ominous message: Halt, come not nigh, take the shoes of thy feet…. Having a hard day of honest work ahead of US, WE did what honest people do when they confront a stray cart at Walmart: wearily schlep around it. I confess, WE neglected to look inside to divine its mysteries, but its innards were undoubtedly freighted with meaning. The judge, a keen observer, no doubt, of the entrailer condition, perhaps sees a connection between “trailer and entrails” lost to the uninitiated. Her voodical activism likewise seems to affect her ability to do simple arithmetic (Exhibit B). Whatever beckoned there must have been obvious to the judge, as she said nothing. But as the two of US are not versed in sorcery, the entrailer had the significance of a shopping cart at Walmart. Yet I remember the Sheriff’s chilling words: “We can get you for walking across Walmart if he reports you.” In other words, he awaits to enforce crime that is no more than the incarnated hate of his handlers. An assassin of americans, as the New York Times recently wrote of gangster State Attorneys, who legally destroy (read murder) innocent americans for no other reason that that they are but americans. Or as the local Dutch Elder would say in a rare moment of candor: those who can never hope to attain the “whitesousness which is by Fate.” But why would you, I asked. “Because he hates you,” he said. Crime as the incarnation of hate. How, Judge Garland, do I redeem my “Constitutional Rights'' in the court of incarnate hate?” “You’re not prosecuting crime here,” I told the judge, “you’re processing hate.” What he meant was that a criminal State Attorney can gangster the law in order to do a hit job on an innocent american (as the local Apartheid Elder here said when he observed the americans come out ot the packing plant, “There wasn’t an American among them) at the behest of his rich handlers. “It doesn’t matter if there were ten of you,” the judge hissed. It would if all ten were Huts. And those who are with me,” I ask? “We, heh,” he said, “are never, heh, told, heh, that others (Americans) were with you (the american), heh?” You murderers, two of us went around that trailer, an American and an american (see Exhibit A). You knew two of us went around that trailer because you called the one to conspire a “hit” on Vandel Hut. You did a hit job on the american, and lied to “the people” when you told them it was for the good of the Commonweal. Yet the judge, knowing all there is in Exhibit A said nothing. She hid the American so she could destroy the american on nothing more than the incarnation of hate. She knew two people went around the trailer, but saw crime in only one of them. “You can sue the other person,” she said. In other words, “I know there were two bank robbers, but the banker told us to hold you accountable for both. You can try getting your money back by (heh) suing the other bankrobber (heh).” The other bank robber is not even acknowledged, interviewed, or used to bolster their case (Exhibit A). Because if he surfaced, he would destroy their case, and they would likely end up in jail for aiding, abetting and covering up a historic hate crime. This is why they ran from the evidence of Exhibit A which gives them a bullet proof case against me. Because it is at once bullet proof evidence that they committed numerous Federal Crimes. This is why due process had to be aborted. This is why the State Attorneys wouldn’t let me come near them, make an appointment, or even take my phone call. You would think that two Class 1 Misdemeanors (jail time and $100,000) would be of interest to those sworn to uphold the Constitution. They told me to go to the Sheriff. The Sheriff laughed, and told me to go back and make an appointment with the State Attorneys who kept sending out the women to tell me to go away. I sought the law and the law run. You murderers, you run from Exhibit A becasue you know that all this is no more than Hut-baiting. And for this you tortured and almost murdered me. And the State Attorney even casts himself as the victim here, snarling that I didn’t mention Vandal One till the last moment. He’s lying. I put all this information at their disposal on June 28, 2021. I watched them read it on my tracker for months on end, as did the Unified Justice System from sd.gov sites. They buried it, and covered up, certain that an illiterate Hut who never went to high school would have no choice but to submit to his fate and give up. So instead of vacating a lethal Police warrant, they allowed the Hut to twist in the wind–for a Hut only ever gets what a Hut has coming to him. You teach a Hut a lesson while you have him in your clutches, to show him that an american always needs permission from Americans, even when crossing a Walmart parking lot. Otherwise, an American can ask his State Attorney to act as Enforcer and do a hit job. Again, they can point to those abandoned colonies, and I can even show you where the bodies are. As they would say in the Old Country, “Let the yids see to it.” But Exhibit A infallibly proves that the Brookings Police, State Attorneys Nelson/Oxner/Kleinjan, and the judge committed not one but numerous Federal Crimes, because the record shows that they knew everything in Exhibit A since June 28, 2021. They used their office, not to serve the Constitution, but to abuse it in order to destroy an innocent american.
Extortion. As can be seen in submitted Briefs, I warned them repeatedly that their failure to heed Exhibit A will trigger the accusation of extortion. The damages rose to a potential $100,000. “You know there were two of us” (Exhibit A), I told the Sheriff. “You can’t claim damages from one bankrobber if you know who the second one is.” He turned white and cried, “You need a lawyer.” “Two people, two warrants,” to paraphrase Judge Garland.
False Arrest, Torture, Near Murder, and Negligant Near Murder. The State Attorney's contortions stem from his denial (coverup) of the elephant in the room (Exhibit A). They (the hate-criminals and their willing enablers, the Police, State Attorneys, and judge) got caught Hut-baiting, and, pretending otherwise, opened themselves to commiting other Federal crimes: aside from false arrest, torture, and near murder, they likewise committed the Federal Crime of putting an inoccnet american in mortal danger by refusing to vacate a lethal police Warrant that they knew was fraudulent and criminally originated. These murders knew they had been caught. And yet, fearing no consequences, they felt emboldened to leave me to twist in the wind: you process a Hut when you have him in hand to keep him in his place. For a Hut in hand is worth ten on the rack.
Transcript Lies. The adulterer Jensen knew I was there in that shop and never told me it was trespassed. He lied when he told the Court that he didn't know that the sheds belonged to me. He lied when he said he said he caught me accessing my trailer through the industrial part which he owns. Before the trial, I met this hate-murder twice, the last time when he came by to tell me he would mention me to the Sheriff ten years ago. The first time was twenty years ago when he saw me inside my building and crossed the field to see if I had trampled the alfalfa. I had come up the Easement which is part of the trailer park property. For twenty five years I pulled barrels, plywood, bikes, etc., that trailer park children left in that field as I walked the perimeter every day. As the neighbors will verify, I watched that field for them, doing what anyone who grew up on a farm would do. I would never walk in alfalfa, much less drive in it. I understood perfectly well why someone would be concerned about alfalfa when he came over. I asked him where the property line was and he slapped his hand on the building that you see in Exhibit A. To this day no one knows where the property line is. But he said the building in Exhibit A was up against it. And the building extends even further East than the trees that I planted beside it. So why would I think the trees were not also on ground that the Government certified as legitimate by taxing it? He said he told me not to cross the industrial park. But there would have been no reason for him to say that since he could see that I had come up the Easement. He and the State Attorneys made that up when they saw how weak the trailer argument was. It was not on the original Warrant. Perhaps I missed the intensity of his hatred. I understood his concern for the alfalfa. I would not have understood a call for me to vacate. I was beside my building. And he said only that it was up against the property line. The neighbors know I pulled debris from that field. I would have been stunned to think that I was doing them anything but good, and would have expressed my amazement to the neighbors. It would have made all of us ill that such depravity could exist. None of us would have understood it. We were too poor to understand it, because poor people are never more than barely legal (the rest of the trailer park residents are twenty feet further into the truck park than my building was). But I had done them nothing but good in watching that property for all those years as the neighbors will testify. I would not have understood why someone would mind if I crossed the frozen parking lot which the whole town does every day. The person who was with me would not have understood it. At that rate, both of us have lived a life of crime, because both of us never walk away from someone in need. “You could be arrested,” cried the Sheriff. We thank him for the warning. I do not ask permission to cross any industrial park, and have never met anyone who does. As a professional truck driver I have crossed most industrial parks in the US–no one asks permission. I trespassed again when I helped one of their employees load dirt on a hot day. This the judge sees as a crime. You murderers, you would stab the Good Samaritan in the back, and turn around and sue his estate for moving you without permission. This (and infinitely more) is in the public domain at shamblesheep.com.
Dated this 2nd day of June 2, 2022
Jacob the Hutter Wipf