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Please Mr President can I Fly my Piper Cub out of Texas to Mexico?

Maurice — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 03:32:00 GMT

President Barack Obama

The White House

Washington DC

United States of America

17^th March 2009

Dear Sir,

General Patton's WW2 D-Day Piper Cub Reg. G-KIRK

In February last year, about a hundred miles off Haiti, Caribbean, my US army 1943 Piper Cub experienced engine failure and ditched in the sea. For the next three hours I huddled, freezing in a leaky life raft, waist high in water, desperately trying to keep my satellite distress beacon up out of the water!

Just as the sun was going down, expecting to be breakfast for the sharks, I heard the magic drone of a black and red US Coast Guard Jay Hawk helicopter, out of Great Inagua US Air Base, piloted by Julie Kuck with her merry rescue team.

Safely on dry land I quickly bought another aging J3 Piper Cub in Daytona, Florida, in order to carry on my life's dream, a ‘flight around the world'. I had competed in the 2001 London to Sydney Air Race sponsored by a benevolent Arizonian who, having read my web site, laughed so much paid my $50,000 ticket! A world record from Norfolk Island to Brisbane, Australia for a US J3 Cub and then engine failure with a spectacular crash, in Japan, are just a couple of stories in my travels.

Then things in Texas all went, may I suggest, somewhat ‘pear shaped'.

Whilst ‘test flying' my 1946 little yellow Cub out of a field near Houston, Texas, before setting off for the Falkland Islands, South America, I decided to thank Commander in Chief of US Coast Guard for saving my life. The plans were to land near Crawford and walk/taxi into the P49 Restriction Air Traffic Zone and deliver a note, similar to this, at the gate of the Texas residence. President Bush was away at the time.

I was, I believe, quite misunderstood and was arrested and deported back to UK with a suggestion from the US Embassy suggesting I will not be allowed to re enter the United States of America again. The Federal Aviation Authority [enclosed], however, telephoned me personally to assure me my flight, subject to paperwork, landing in farmer Hawkins's field, near Crawford, was no aviation offence.

I humbly request that I may be allowed to retrieve my little Cub in Houston and fly her direct across the Mexican border, one way, in order I may fulfil my dream of flying the Andes and to our British outpost.

Yours faithfully,

Maurice J Kirk BVSc, dob 12.3.45, Marlpits, St Donats Aerodrome, Llantwit Major, Wales CF61 1ZB

PS Enclosed US Pilot's report

To whom it may concern:

Brian Throop of the FAA in Washington D.C stated to me on 6/20/08 via telephone that as far as he knew there were no known airspace infractions or FAA violations made by Mr. Maurice Kirk. I have also spoke with Mr. Throop on several occasions in regards to Mr. Kirk. Tel: (202) 538-9013.

Also on 5/01/08 in taking Mr. Kirk back to his aircraft in Crawford, Texas. Mr. Arnold Theymeyer of the FAA in Ft. Worth Texas had a phone conversation with Mr. Kirk stating that he had committed no offenses, and was given authorization to fly his aircraft. My wife, Kandy Howell was also present and spoke with Mr. Arnold Theymeyer.

Alvin M. Howell

Private Pilot/Airframe and Power Plant Technician/Inspection Authorization with 36 years experience in the aviation industry. Have had a US private pilot's license since 1974. I also work for Standard Aero located at George Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston as a QA inspector on corporate Business Jets.

My wife and I have a business that provides Safety Compliance Training to Aviation Maintenance Certified Repair Stations.

AMT Training Solutions

http://www.amt-1.com/

Thanks for your time

Sincerely

Alvin M. Howell

22715 Piper Rd

Needville, Tx. 77461

(979) 553-3040 home

(281) 974-6593 cell

USA Ban for 10 Years

Maurice — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 04:01:00 GMT

USA Ban for 10 Years

With aircraft stuck in the States, having been deported in leg irons earlier this year, I now had an appointment for an American visa. I trained it from Cardiff to Paddington to an entertaining but predictable day first in the Royal Courts of Justice and then in Grosvenor Square.

I was to witness yet another travesty of justice in that building. Vivacious Charlie Seven, seen here earlier [ photo gallery] , sitting on some protestor' motor bike outside UK's main court building, speaks to Lord Justice Collins, at length with a gallery of chronic litigants cheering her on! Just how is it defendants in her case, involving alleged theft, kidnap and harassment do not even need to turn up? How come the transcript of Judge Pumfrey's lower court was clearly at gross variance to the final judgment? She is refused a substantive hearing.

Five years she has been at it, apparently, but still believing this West-End theatre, with no ice cream or pop corn in the interval, was the place to obtain justice! ‘Justice' ah, I remember Judge Blom- Cooper telling me once, in incestuous Guernsey, that justice was a just a man made concept. Only at it for five years, a mere fledgling, I thought but a pretty one and went off to knock on Her Majesty's Treasury Solicitor's door in the very same building. Rather like the Crown Prosecution Service with its offices in the Barry police station!

No answer, not in again! Is the man never here? Now this was getting stupid. Without my being consulted, at the height of my demanding a Trial by Jury back in 2003, the HM Attorney General had ordered I be ‘certified' but needed a vast team of HM lawyers to achieve it. I was here in London, again, to try and get to the bottom of an apparent conspiracy between the South Wales Police and Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons. I had in my hand a pile of leaked internal memos between the HM Solicitor General, HM Privy Council and The Home Office, to name but a few, that had just happened to have ‘come my way'. My Lewis machine gun off the old DH2 biplane was outside as I knew she would not make it through the metal detector at the court's main door.

Feeling a trifle frustrated I stepped out into the sun shine and hailed a taxi cab for the US Embassy. Still ringing in my ears were Mr Justice Andrew Collins's quotes before me, from his government's, two year in the making, dossier suggesting my forty odd Judicial Review Applications had had ‘no merit'. "No merit"? "Had no merit"? Perish the thought. My recent £15,000 judgment against the Home Secretary for yet another false imprisonment Collins J had previously blocked for over a year! Now all I need to find is the Home Secretary's house for Patrick, my burly Irish bailiff, to seize her furniture and ‘tele'.

Now the US Embassy was a nasty experience but, perhaps, if I had stopped and thought and compared the morals applied in that building to one I had just left there would be no doubt as which one would finally come up smelling of roses.

Now to get into this US fortress in the centre of London you must first say hi to ‘Ike', not the strong wind that nearly smashed my cub, last week, sitting patiently in Texas for me. No, I mean the grand statue of General Eisenhower, Supreme Commander for the 6^th June 1944 D-day landings, the very week I was conceived.

It was no photographs allowed and at the first check point it was also made very clear my mobile phone was not getting through either. Already late for the appointment I hurriedly buried the phone in Uncle Sam's front garden but it not was until I was in the building I remembered I had forgotten to switch the dam thing off.....well there was soon much activity, to long to recount just now but as the friendly policeman said later, armed to the teeth with automatic weapons, "At least we did not need to cordon off a two mile square of London and call in the sniffer dogs"! So I hid it somewhere else.

Five and a half hours I was in that building naively thinking I could persuade the team my deportation from Texas in May had been triggered off by a little misunderstanding and a ‘communication breakdown'.

The lady referred to the US Department of Homeland Security's report from my weeks in a Texas jail, awaiting deportation. Part of which had been sent to the UK's Civil Aviation authority causing immediate suspension of my pilot's licences. She then accused me of operating around the world under an alias name, a ‘Mr William something Garcia'!

"No I did not land on Mr Bush's front lawn", "No, I was not ‘engaged in criminal activity' as written on the DHS charge sheet", "No, I was not ‘endangering the general public'", also written on the charge sheet. No visa despite my telling the embassy staff that, upon my release from Austin Lunatic Asylum, their certificate, confirming my sanity on the day of examination, stuffed well deep in my pocket, the FAA had telephoned to re assure me there had been no offence committed. My telling them my actual landing of the cub, outside the P49 prohibited zone, five miles from the US President's ranch in a field full of cows, also appeared to fall on deaf ears.

I was simply trying to deliver a ‘thank you' letter to the Commander in Chief of US Coast Guard who had just saved my life from the sharks, a hundred miles off the Dominican Republic in the Caribbean. It still makes me shudder when I recall my Texas experience. Just what is going on in this crazy, crazy world?

House of Commons Demonstration Tuesday 22nd July 2008

Maurice — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 03:13:00 GMT

To be addressed by Dr Vincent Cable MP, Liberal Democrat Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer and other MPs

22 July 2008 at 09.00

Demonstration starts 9.00 am on the 22nd July outside the Central London County Court and at 9.00 am at Brentford County Court. The group at Brentford County Court will join those at the Central London County Court at 11.00am. We will go on to the Royal Courts of Justice and The Law Society.

Between 2- 4pm MPs will address the demonstration in Committee Room 6 in Parliament. Enter through the main visitor entrance, which is at Cromwell Green, just off Parliament Square

42 Augustine Road

Harrow Weald, London

HM Partnership/RCVS/South Wales Police/Civil Aviation Authority

Dear Patrick, 19^th July 2008

CAA Thursday Meeting to consider Revoking all my Pilots Licences.

Thank you, kind sir, for attending yet again another example of the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons and now, the Civil Aviation Authority, apparent joint determination to prevent me from having income to fight the corruption in the South Wales Police and British Law Courts, dominated by crooked lawyers.

Remember the police were the original complainants to have me struck off the veterinary register following their loss of 121 criminal charges out of around 130 laid against me in the barbaric environment of a UK ‘HM' controlled court room. There is still no apparent ‘accountability', after 10 years of harassment and false imprisonments, for almost daily nefarious conduct including their failed ‘disclosure', ‘perjury' and general ‘perversion of justice'.

The Civil Aviation Authority removed my licences upon ‘communication' from Texas, USA, that they now accept was utter nonsense. I did not land my aging Piper Cub ‘on the road outside President Bush's ranch' nor was I ‘engaged in criminal activity and endangering the general public,' as the US Department of Homeland Security hurriedly stated to justify jailing me and then having me deported like some common criminal. The FAA confirmed, at the time, I HAD COMMITTED NO OFFENCE.

The CAA have now chosen to bring up ‘old matters', just like the RCVS did when the South Wales Police complaint collapsed, in order to justify not just removing my veterinary licence but giving it back. Meanwhile, my Royal Courts of Justice Judicial Review Applications are being deliberately buried by the usual HM Masonic cabal that currently dominates the UK judiciary.

The RCVS relied on, remember, a string of ‘trivial' motoring convictions obtaining the HM Privy Council outrageous quote that, in effect, all professions must now make their members conduct their private lives as if ‘acting in a professional capacity'! [See para 33 KIRK v RCVS 19^th Jan 2004 Privy Council Judgment]. That, Patrick, indicates just how serious the state our courts are really in and why the CAA can also act with impunity under ‘Her Majesty's Prerogative'.

The CAA's continuing refusal to return my licences is, you witnessed, based on five points:

1. I negligently or deliberately engaged the aircraft in a thunder storm whilst landing in a field five miles from the US President's ranch. Landing in order to deliver, personally, my letter of thanks for the US Coast Guard saving my life. I would never have made breakfast, except for the sharks!

CAA evidence was based only on what was written on http://www.kirkflyingvet.com/ about inclement weather.

2. I had ditched my ‘Liberty Girl' in the Caribbean, one hundred miles off the Dominican Republic.
3. I had landed her on a street of Kanazawa City, Japan, three years ago, destroying her with myself finishing up in hospital.

Apparently, you heard, the CAA takes the view that a single engined aircraft should neither cross water beyond gliding distance to land nor, in the case of the Japanese incident, fly over mountainous terrain despite being generally designed for the purpose. The mere fact my engine failed more than ten miles from the Japanese city was apparently irrelevant but the fact the mountain range had nothing, not even for a cub to land in and live, meant I should not have been there in the first place!

4. Four years ago emergency services were alerted following a call by a member of public that my Taylorcraft was experiencing engine trouble over the Bristol Channel.

The fact I made no such assumption to request help but landed at Bristol instead of nearby Chivenor, Devon, is now also being held against me.

5. Record keeping omissions of biannual flight test instructor/examiner requirement.

Having spent the money to employ these professionals it appeared, correctly I must say, I had failed to properly record the purpose of the exercise...flight safety. The fact a string off pilots, purported to be qualified, took my money both here in the UK and the USA, did not appear to concern them. I hope I was mistaken. Since the hearing I have found out one such professional later refused to sign up my books as his wife was killed in the very same aircraft shortly after my two hours of instruction with him.

Patrick, the Home Secretary still refuses to hand over the £15,000 awarded by the court for one of the fourteen South Wales false imprisonments so I think it is time to cause just a little more trouble in London, on Tuesday, than what they might expect of a man ‘wishing to conduct his private life in accordance with their lordships' wishes' in order he may ‘practice veterinary surgery' before he dies.

Yours sincerely,

Maurice 2

The Ultimate Whitehall Farce Monday 16th June

Maurice — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 04:02:00 GMT

I have to go to London on Monday to argue my corner as to how the RCVS have hurriedly pushed through legislation in the 20.7 rule of the 2004 Court Procedures to prevent me ever practicing again as a veterinary surgeon. I need to lodge it at the Court of Appeal after the hearing but need to know just how to do it?

I have to walk round the corner to Kingsway and CAA House for, what I hope will be, a cosy chat with their legal department on outstanding matters..

I also have to find out why the Royal Courts are sitting on my Emergency Application against the Civil Aviation Authority preventing me to fly on to Africa next month in my 1943 WW2 Piper Cub? President Bush's men confirmed I committed no aviation offence when I landed in a farmer's field 5 miles from his Texan Ranch but the CAA cannot get, it appears, CIA, FBI, Secret Service, FAA, DHS, ICE, State Police or a few other organisations to confirm my belief mainly because the United States avoids any paper trail of custody records of a prisoner when ever possible unlike the UK. My unlawful detention in Houston Prison and Texas's State Lunatic Asylum is 'small beer' compared to the relevance of malfeasance of UK Government Departments exposed in the court papers for Monday .

Lunch is on me.

I then need to stroll down to the House of Lords in the afternoon to find out procedure to overturn the judgment by Lord justice Thomas refusing me a lawyer to act on my behalf and my legal right a jury for my harassment case against the South Wales police, the original complainants to get me struck off.

Tuesday may be a lot more fun, again exposing what the media refuse to print..... the real state of our judiciary See downloads

Maurice Arrives in France

Maurice — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 22:47:00 GMT

Just landed at St Malo harbour, Brittany, from Portsmouth on my Honda CBR 1000F to find my old car in the car park has disappeared. The French Authorities tolerate we local English leaving ‘old bangers' at the Ferry Terminal but not for this long!

My un-planned extended stay in Texas, at ‘Uncle Sam's Pleasure', has lost me not just my flying licence, but now my cut away speed model Ford Orion motor car. Talking of the CAA they have sent me some more ‘official info' from the US that reads like an Enyd Blyton children's book. Apparently it states I radioed McGregor Airport with some nonsense message about visiting a Mr Bush by aircraft. No such thing ever happened as the US Authorities very well know having all the evidence to suggest no transmission was ever made, whether by VHF Radio or ‘C' mode Transponder, while I was flying around Texas. As for the GPS they took off me and will not return, that stayed in my kit bag switched off all the way to Crawford.

I also now have a document quoting the McClellan County Police that I was 'not arrested' at the scene nor had I committed any civil or criminal offence. As I said to the boss of the legal department of Air Crew Licencing, in London, "If I had been in charge of air safety anywhere in the world with the information just sent across the ‘pond' from the US I would have marched the culprit pilot directly to Broadmoor (the UK's secure mental hospital) and thrown away the key".

Anyway it may take me years to fight through the courts so here I am looking frantically for a French ‘abinitio' pilot's licence pretty damn quick but where do I learn to fly French style and learn the lingo? Thierry of Air Journey has already found me a friend, François SIEGEL in Paris to possibly expedite the problem.

This old motor bike, resting in the long grass, once our front lawn, is supposed to get me to the South of France tomorrow but am I not getting a bit too arthritic for just a lumpy beast? As I mount her it reminds me of the French aristocracy being winched on to their jousting horses in their heavy suits of armour for the battle of Agincourt!

US Deportation

Maurice — Mon, 26 May 2008 09:34:00 GMT

Now the plan was to fly in my new little yellow cub from Texas on to the Falkland Islands with my latest sponsors, Alvin and Kandy of AMT Training Solutions, promoting our talks along the way.

From Argentina I was to fly back up the Andes mountain range to the Rockies for Alaska. My floats were waiting there and once assembled it was either trans-Canada on the lakes, converting to skis for the North Pole on the Hudson Bay or, if no sponsorship matured, back on wheels again for Greenland and home.

But arrested just 5 miles from the US President's ranch near Crawford, East Texas, on the 25^th April at gun point, had now put the whole dream in jeopardy.

Once the Secret Service had handed me over to the FBI on the side of the road [like I was the last fertile Dodo egg on the planet] then the Sheriff of McClellan County turns up, Stetson and all amounting to eleven vehicles by now. After numerous phone calls I was made to do the ‘field sobriety' test and ‘walk the line', heel to toe, nine times, turn and repeat the same back again without falling over or miscounting!

Now counting was fine but memories immediately came flooding back of a certain veterinary student, Gareth Jones, back in 1967 who, whilst a little under the influence of my home made beer, returning late at night from a boat party in Bristol, had received the very first roadside ‘breath test' having put his old car through a hedge! The Breath Test marked the ending of the days when certain of the ‘chosen', unrecognised at the motoring scene, were later taken aside at the station to be allowed to quietly sober up!

Needless to say I failed the ‘sobriety test'. To walk in the way dictated, with all that metal in my leg, a previously dislocated hip, a fractured pelvis, ankle and toes made it quite out of the question!

So on to the Waco County Prison was my next stop, in handcuffs again, for Uncle Sam's alternative, a ‘definitive test' by blowing into a machine which gave the predicted four nought reading of alcohol in the blood stream. The hastily thought after drug tests held a similar zero result. But this was just delay tactics with no audit trail.

Was I going home now? No chance. After still more delay it was then suggested I had said to a prison warder, during a very fascinating prison experience, I had ‘glided my aircraft from Japan onto the US President's front lawn and recently had ditched [another aeroplane, I assume] in the Caribbean'. I was therefore going to Waco Hospital with the Secret Service in train for fear I was mentally ill!

After many hours of interrogation, brain scans, x-rays and analysis of body fluids, long into the dead of night, I was eventually shipped off to Austin State Hospital, down south, in handcuffs to the secure Psychiatric Unit for up to 90 days ‘observation'.

A little record keeping appeared to be creeping in so I again demanded the usual things one does in such circumstances. The making of a detailed written statement under caution and obtaining a copy of it was just one request. Access to telephone my wife, an independent medical examination, a copy of my medical records was another. "Dream on, Maurice".

After a week and failure to get heard in a court of law, get a lawyer of my own choosing, my own doctor or speak or be able to write to my family I am suddenly released with the offer of a lift to my cub in the farmer's field from either The President's Men or Deputy Sheriff of the County...my choice.

I chose neither. At the aircraft, having enjoyed Alvin and Kandy's lift and company over lunch, I say good bye and fly south for maintenance, the installing of wing tanks for Argentina and for the re registration to a UK register now it was obvious even to me, to travel foreign in a US aircraft, especially South America, sleeping under the fuselage at night or not, was shear folly.

Bellville police, a one horse town two hundred miles south, near Houston, had other ideas.

I was soon re arrested and charged for having an open alcoholic container on the road side and had much of the night under Secret Service interrogation all over again before being put back on a concrete floor with no bedding.

Next day with much futile plea bargaining, offering me $500, bail waiver and time off for good behaviour thrown my way, I am clamped in leg irons, chains and handcuffs and sped away to Houston's huge body disposal factory for aliens dominated by affable but apparently subservient Mexicans who slept most of the day and snored most of the night.

To cut a long story short I was soon segregated for ten days from the one thousand inmates without access to any semblance of a judicial system, contact with my wife or Embassy, seriously worried I had been drugged and denied my medication. My Texas partner of AMT Training Solutions, http://www.amt-1.com/ was refused his weekly visit but at least had it confirmed to him I was there and in solitary confinement.

For the nurse to have to ring ‘Washington', right in front of me, while two doctors surmised as to just which bloods the Pentagon needed, said it all. Especially when everybody there but me knew I was to be put on a scheduled flight to England within a few hours and escorted by members of United States Department of Homeland Security all the way to Gatwick, UK.

I have landed in twenty nine countries so far, flying around the world in a J3 cub, each peoples revealing their own welcome, hospitality and friendship. The current United States of America is not the one I remember when as a veterinary student in 1964 on a seven week vacation. I hitch-hiked from New York to Los Angeles to Vancouver to Quebec, finishing up with two nights under a tree in Central Park and all on just ten dollars twenty five cents.

On the eight thousand mile hike almost every Canadian or Yank greeted me with a great smile and embarrassing hospitality. Now, forty years on, I'm not just old and grumpy the US is a far different place.

30lb Lighter

Kirstie — Mon, 19 May 2008 09:27:00 GMT

Hello

I was correct. M did stop eating while at the Houston Deportation Centre and has returned some 30lb lighter than he set off. He always loses weight when he does an appreciable amount of flying (so much flying to do, so little time to eat...) but 30lb in a short time is rather excessive and he looks positively scrawny. Last Saturday found us in casualty as he was so unwell. He was discharged to rest, drink lots of water and eat small light meals - he has done none of these and is now having difficulty in eating at all. However, little changes and pale, wan and thin as he is he has started to tackle the CAA in an effort to have his licences restored.

I gather from the FCO that Houston Deportation Centre described M as being difficult to deal with ....(not so easy to live with sometimes).

KK (M's wife)

Heading Home to the UK

Kirstie — Fri, 16 May 2008 07:34:00 GMT

Hello

Have received some encouraging news from FCO this afternoon (Thurs.). M is expected to be home soon.

I have had no opportunity to speak to him but I gather that he has telephoned friends in Texas. I am told that he does not sound too well. I was probably correct in my assumption that he would stop eating in a protest re his predicament.

Let's see what tomorrow brings. The next post may be by M.

KK (M's wife)

Nil Information

Kirstie — Mon, 12 May 2008 16:26:00 GMT

Hello (Monday pm)

M's friend travelled to Austin deportation centre to visit m today - M is allowed one person to visit for one hour once a week - Monday between 9am and 1pm.

He was not allowed access to M as M is in "segregation"? Our equivalent of solitary confinement, I suppose.

On receiving this information I telephoned the consular office in Houston. Perhaps more information can be discovered tomorrow.

It may be that he prefers his own company at the moment.

I hope that he is not refusing food - he alluded to this when being held at Austin State Hospital and I'm afraid that the conditions that were frustrating him then are now magnified.

It would be good to know when he is likely to be back here in GB. I certainly find this somewhat protracted "nil information" time rather difficult, not least because one can only speculate on the true situation.

KK (M's wife)

Only One Step Up From Jail

Kirstie — Mon, 12 May 2008 04:08:00 GMT

Good evening (Sunday pm)

Still no positive news. I understand that M will be deported, probably within 10 working days if all is straightforward (can any of this be straightforward - none has been so far).

I haven't spoken to M for 10 days and hope that he is OK. I suspect that that he's bearing up. I was told that a deportation centre is "one step up from jail". Perhaps he's more comfortable than here at home.

His friends haven't managed to track all his belongings - some appear to be missing including his video records of this trip and his GPS.

Hope very much to hear more soon.

KK (M's wife)