Cross-posting Estiveo's great report:
After bob, comes the INAL report:
Hokay, so the fashion report first. Orly was in a black lawyer suit; matching black jacket and slacks with a charcoal pinstripe, black turtleneck, pearls and clunky black shoes with a +/- 2” heel. Her hair was neat; her tarantulas were in place and well behaved.
Noonan was the only defendant present. He looked like a cross between Ed Hale and Wilfred Brimley. Hanes sans-a-belt type slacks, short-sleeved white shirt with thin blue stripes, buttons straining over ample belly and suspenders. As a former safety manager, I would like to point out that should one of those suspenders ever suffer catastrophic failure? Yeah, somebody’s gonna lose an eye.
When we got to the 14th floor, there about 40 FMs gathered outside the courtroom. Kind of a mix; I recognized some from film of other birther gatherings, but none by name.
The marshals let us in to the court room, and it ended up being an overflow crowd. Several people wearing ID badges (federal employees? Press? Both? I dunno) ended up moving from the gallery to the jury box, prompting the two FMs in front of me to be amazed that this was a jury trial!!! Morons.
Pambly and Irey, carrying the enlarged ‘zibits, arrive almost late. They want to sit with Orly and Noonan at the plaintiff table, but US Marshal sez “No, you can’t haz,” so then they want the marshal to move two people so that they can sit behind Orly. That went over well with the marshal. They leave the ‘zibits leaning against the railing behind Orly; Irey goes to the back somewhere and Pambly boots an elderly man from the nearest handicapped seating so she can sit as near as possible to Orly. After all, she’s going to be a disabled black army witless or something!
All rise, here comes the judge!
Judge calls for appearances, Taitz for all plaintiffs, Mr. Olsen for the federal defendants, Mr. Waters for the state defendants.
Judge explains the facts of this hearing, what plaintiffs want, that it’s a TRO and emergency injunctive relief, not a hearing on the merits, that the whole thing is about standing, jurisdiction, injury to the plaintiffs, injury to the public, likelihood of success in the case going forward...and he has some questions before hearing oral arguments, which will be limited to 20 minutes each, manage yer time hows ya wants when ya gets it. He also pointed out that this hearing was due to an abundance of caution, that both federal and local rules allow him to rule on the briefs, but he’s chosen this path.
Judge asks if counsel have any questions.
Orly goes of on some rant about it’s not just a TRO against the state of CA, the Electoral College and Congress; she wants to make sure the judge understand that she also wants BHO prohibited from taking the Oath of Office, until, essentially, she wins and the is to be frog marching. She screeched and blathered for quite a bit. The FMs nodded their heads like they were at a revival meeting.
Judge gets the most wonderful WTF look on his face that I have ever seen and tells Orly, that he knows what this case is about and doesn’t rally need some bleach blond bimbo in a fright wig to clue him in. I paraphrase, of course.
First thing the judge asks Taitz is why she was late to file? You filed on the 20th but the 13th was the deadline.
Orly screeched and said she was promised by magistrate judge who denied her original 13th filing of TRO that she could file timely be the 20th. Also, too, Mr. Olsen claims to represent BHO, but she served him as private citizen, not Gov’t employee, so Mr. Olsen is not properly here and so his response should be stricken because he’s big fraudulent poopyhead!
Denined! sayeth the judge.
Orly: “but, but, but...”
Olsen then points out that, in fact, no federal defendant has ever been properly served in this case. He, himself, is here out of an abundance of caution, but, really, where is the proof of service? there is none. Mr. Waters points out that the same is true for the state defendants and points out that, as to the state, the whole shebang is moot anyway.
Orly: “but, but but...”
The judge actually rolled his eyes at Orly. That’s where he became my favorite judge EVAR.
The judge pointed out to Orly that FedEx does not an effective service make. Orly countered by saying that she hired a professional process server and that proof of service would be in front of the court any day now.
The judge sed, “But it’s not in front of me now. Where’s your proof of service? there is nothing before this court to prove you properly served defendants. Any of them. At all. FAIL!” (I did mention that I was paraphrasing, right?)
Orly: “Your Honor, I am to being officer of the court, I would not lie, I am to be swear under penalty of perjury that I really truly for real served all the defendants. Honest. To be trusting me.”
Judge: “Ms Taitz, without actual proof before this court, your swearing under penalty of perjury and about 30 bucks might reimburse Estiveo over there for the coffee and sammiches he bought for him and his mom, plus the ridiculous and draconian parking fees he had to pay just be here to watch you flail about ineffectively, but in this court it means nothing!” (yeah, he said something like that)
Orly: “My word is enough.”
Judge: “No, it’s not.”
Then the judge went on to jurisdiction. Orly screeched about stuff and honestly, I started to be distracted by some FMs that seemed to be arguing in whispers in front of me.
Then the judge questioned Orly about cause and controversy. Orly went into the usual rant about fraud, soebarkah, SSN, selective service, forgery...
Judge: “Irrelevant! The state of Hawaii confirms BHO born there!”
Orly screeches again about forgery, invokes Arpaio.
Judge tells her to stop and invokes Daubert (sp?) regarding expert testimony. Just calling someone an expert doesn’t make them an expert.
Orly screeches again about how BHO couldn’t be a janitor with his fraudulent papers, screeches about soebarkah again.
At about this point the FM seated in front of me gets up and walks out muttering about this is going nowhere. I am glad for the metal detectors down stairs.
As Orly pauses for breath mid screech, Olsen interjects regarding standing and invokes what sounded to me like Falani v. Husted (?) out of Indiana, defining standing and Orly’s plaintiffs don’t got it.
Orly counters with Keyes v. Obama which proves that she and her puppets absolutely do have standing. Then she goes off on a rant about about that one honest judge, and sweeping under rugs, and corruption and, and, and...Treason.
Judge, with an even better WTF look on his face: “Treason?”
Orly goes off into another screech about Astrue being in default, Indonesian school records, treason, Romney came in second and...
Judge: “What part of coming second don’t you get?”
The judge then asked Orly why, after 13 failed cases, she keeps filing more lawsuits putting forth the same discredited theories.
Orly goes off on a long rant about having a clear conscious while the judge puts his face in his hands and starts rubbing his face and head like he just wishes that he’d gone for a degree in architecture.
Orly wraps up with a rant on how in all the other cases the judges told her she was too early and the judge interjects with, “And now you’re too late.”
Judge ends his questioning of the moonbat and explains about TROs; how they are to maintain the status quo, but what plaintiffs want would actually upset the status quo. Tells Orly that her argument is upside-down and late.
He tells Orly, “You make no sense.”
Orly: Screech! Wah!
The judge rolled his eyes again and said, “it’s for Congress to decide” and mentions the speech and debate clause (new one to me)
Asks opposing counsel if the have any response before he gives each side their 20 minutes of oral argument.
Mr. Olsen points out that Orly, so far, has offered no legal arguments, just jargon and platitudes.
The judge gives Orly 20 minutes from when she starts speaking, and...GO!
Orly immediately compares herself to Thurgood Marshal, then to Susan B. Anthony, how she, like them, fights for civil rights despite being thwarted by dishonest, corrupt judges, how for 5 years she and her supporters have searched for One Honest Judge who won’t commit treason and sweep all their evidence under the rug, blah, blah, blah... I NOW CALL ARMY INTELLIGENCE OFFICER PAMBLY BARNETT TO THE STAND TO...
Orly: Screech! I was told by your major domo that I could call witlesses!
Judge: And I issued an order yesterday that you couldn’t.
Orly: Then I call forgery expert Irey to the...
OT: Sceech! I spent a bazillion of Yosi’s monies to pay for Irey to fly here and lounge in hotel room with mini-bar! And I am paying Pambly mileage to cart his withered old ass around Sacratomato! Screech! ( that there is watcha call poetic license, folks.)
Orly: But some woman with laryngitis e-mailed me and said...
Judge: Who runs this courtroom?
Orly: But I have an e-mail from...
At this point I notice that a US Marshal near the bench is almost crying as he tries not to laugh. Of the two others that I can see, one is looking highly amused and the other is so stoic that you just know that he’s close to losing it.
Judge: Again, who runs this courtroom? I do. The reason I sent the order yesterday was to clarify on my clerks e-mail. No, witnesses, oral argument only and you have about 10 minutes left.
At about this point two rows in front of me an FM stands up. Just stands up. The judge looks at him for a beat, the guy just stands there and the judge orders him to sit down, which he does. (When leaving the court room after the hearing I heard another FM ask if he stood hoping to speak, and the stander said that he was just standing to show support for Dr. Taitz.)
Orly continues her rant, BHO shows contempt by not obeying her subpoenas, Arpaio has a daffydavit, 5 years waiting for one honest judge, treason SCREECH!
Then, since the judge won’t let Irey testify, she asks to show her enlarged ‘zibits her own self. Mr. Olsen starts to object, but the judge, with what I would call a wry smile, tells Mr. Olsen that he will give the ‘zibits all the consideration that they are due, while reminding Orly that her 20 minutes are still ticking.
Orly stammers her way through the ‘zibits, then starts in with the Arpaio daffydavit.
Judge: 30 seconds
Orly: Um, uh, Bowen, I have DVD of voter registrations and, um, I was to being a candidate and, uh...
Judge: Time’s up, beyatch!
End result, the judge denied the TRO and Emergency Injunction for a pony or whatever. He also pointed out that the ONLY credible piece of evidence before the court was the letter from Mr. Onaka confirming that the BC was real and true and conformed with the original held in the vault under control of the illuminati. So there.
He also addressed the whole likelihood of success thing, going forward, and told Orly that if this was all she had? Yeah, not gonna succeed. My guess is that the inevitable motion to dismiss for lack of sanity will be granted.
One last note: after the hearing, as we were walking to the elevators, we heard the FMs still milling outside the court room start shouting things like, “Traitor, Scumbag! You’re guilty of treason!” stuff like that. I turned around to see what was going on, and the FMs were yelling at Mr. Waters, the CA Dep. AG. So I took a few steps back, held out my hand and told him that some of us thought he did a good job and thanked him. Got a handshake a smile and thanks back.