Bill Windsor Story – October 12 2023

As I prepare to launch an association for pro-se parties in an effort to regain our Constitutional rights and provide legal justice for non-lawyers, I was shocked as I discovered in October 2023 that very few of my Facebook Friends today were Friends back when I was filming Lawless America.  So it seems many of you don’t know who I am.

I believe I am the leading authority in America on judicial corruption.  This idea wasn’t hatched by some guy who just fell off a turnip truck.  (If anyone feels another is the leading authority, please notify me as I don’t want to claim anything that isn’t true.

My father was an off-the charts genius.  I got some of that, and my IQ qualified me for MENSA.

In the Seventh Grade, I was a Rainbow Rabbit.  That was the highest reading group.  I also received a Certificate of “Participation” in Penmanship.  All Read No Write.

I attended the University of Texas at Austin, the University of Kentucky, and Texas Tech University.  I graduated with a BBA in Marketing from Texas Tech.

My first job was delivering prescriptions for a pharmacy because I was a year behind in getting Driver’s Ed training and thus a year behind getting a driver’s license.  All I wanted to do was drive.

I was in the United States Army for six years, and I believe I was the last corporal to ever exist in the Army.  I was the RADAR as the commanding general’s clerk in a transportation brigade.

I became a bail bondsman at Texas Tech, and one harrowing experience convinced me I didn’t want to accept my invitation to law school.

I began my business career as a junior at Texas Tech University in 1969.  I became involved in the T-shirt business, and after eight years as a retailer, wholesaler, and manufacturer, I launched the trade magazine and trade show for the industry in 1977.  I am considered by many to be the father of the multi-billion dollar “imprinted sportswear industry.”  I guess I’m now the GRANDFATHER.  IMPRESSIONS Magazine is still going after 47 years!

I started other magazines and shows and sold the company in 1981 and “retired” at the age of 33.  My retirement didn’t last long.  I have owned and/or operated many magazines and trade shows, travel businesses, retail stores, manufacturing companies, printing company, typesetting business, advertising agency, marketing companies, convention services businesses, souvenir and gift businesses, tourist attractions, resort businesses, music businesses, computer software company, a consulting company, a food franchise, internet businesses, and more.  I have written numerous articles, books, training programs, and manuals.  I have spoken at conferences and trade shows across North America and in Europe, Australia, and China.

I’m a serial entrepreneur.  I have started over 50 businesses.

In 1990, I first represented myself in court.  The district court judge ruled in my favor.  I think Judge Marshall was enamored of a young non-lawyer consistently whipping the biggest law firms in town.  The bad guys appealed, and I gave oral argument before a panel of Texas appellate court judges.  I won.

From 1992 to 1996, I was President of Advanstar Expositions, a company owned at the time by Goldman Sachs.  Advanstar was one of the largest producers of trade shows and conferences in the world.  I lived in Chester, England in 1992 and 1993.  (In 2014, Advanstar was sold for $972 million.)

From 1996 to 2001, I was CEO of 1st Communications, a company owned by Bain Capital, Triumph Capital Group, and me.  1st Communications made a series of multi-million-dollar acquisitions to build one of the largest trade show businesses — the largest in terms of the number of annual events.  1st Communications also developed one of the first online job and resume businesses using a network of over 1,000 websites.  That business was sold to The Washington Post in 2001, and I “retired” to Atlanta, Georgia to be near grandchildren-to-be.

I used to be a reasonably normal husband, father, and grandfather.  I am committed for the rest of my life to battling judicial and government corruption, but I lost my family in the process.

In 2007, I thought judges were honest and courts were where you went for justice.

In 2008, I learned how very naïve I was.  I discovered corruption in the federal courts in Atlanta, Georgia, and I pledged I would not stop until judges and other corrupt government officials were exposed for the world to see.  My friends will tell you that I am as tenacious as they come.  I plan to spend the rest of my life on this.

After federal Judge Orinda D. Evans stole all of my money and made over 200 false statements in her order in the case, I personally filed a Petition for Writ of Certiorari with the United States Supreme Court.  It was one of the 8,000 or so that was not considered.  (I’d have disowned my parents if they had named me Orinda.)

In 2010, SCOTUS denied petitions for writs of mandamus that I filed.  Breitbart wrote a story about it.  I quickly learned I wasn’t the only person screwed in courts.  Over 10,000 people emailed me to tell me their story.  697 people called and left a voicemail to tell me their story.  It broke Bell South’s voicemail system.  I called the first person back, David Schied, and we were on the phone for an hour and a half as I heard his horror story.

I’m not a lawyer.  I was accepted to law school but decided to go into business instead.  Over the last 16 years, I have gotten quite a legal education.  Maybe 98% of all lawyers have never had a case before the United States Supreme Court, so I take GREAT PRIDE in doing something the narcissist lawyers have never done.

Following the publicity in 2010, I conducted an online video conference, and then I conducted TalkShoe shows twice a week.  The shows provided aid to Pro-Se Litigants for free.

I came up with several ideas for how to attack corruption.  The goal was to reach a million people, because we all have at least 50 relatives, friends, co-workers, school friends, church members, and others.  If we could reach a million, and they each reached their 50, we’d hit 50,000,000.

We took petitions to be signed at the Fulton County Courthouse in Atlanta.  We were able to get 322 signed.  There are 3,244 counties and parishes in America.  Multiply 3,244 by 322, and guess what you get?  Just a little over a million!

So, we didn’t need a million people, we needed 3,244.  Sadly, most people talk, but don’t walk.

A TalkShoe discussion after this focused on how a court employee told us to bring a camera next time as it would be like a magnet, so we did.  That led to the idea of having me drive to all 50 states and DC to film a documentary.

The plan was to film one victim in each state.  But there was a big problem.  Over 10,000 people had contacted me, and 2,500 showed up wanting to be filmed.  I worked day and night for a full year and managed to film 1,500.  I became the focus of vicious cyberstalking.  I endured hundreds of death threats.

In 2008, I filmed back stories for key interviews.  I drove to Missoula, Montana to film the story of Sean Boushie, the worst of the cyberstalkers.  As I was driving to Missoula, a car two lanes to my right burst into flames and smoke.  It apparently was caused by shots that came from a grassy knoll.  I wasn’t going to get out as I feared for my life and my new bullet-proof vest was waiting for me at the hotel in Missoula.

When I booted up my computer, there was an email taking credit for the shooting.  I traced the IP address to Sean Boushie at the University of Montana.  The police, sheriff, and courts in both Missoula and Ravalli Counties did nothing.

My family asked me to stop helping people in 2013.  I declined their request.  I explained that I had made commitments to my Lawless America family.  I stopped for a while to be able to communicate with my granddaughters, but my former children didn’t keep their end of the bargain.  I was divorced in 2013 just days before our 42nd Anniversary.

In 2014, I filed suit in Ellis County, Texas against the gang of cyberstalkers, Joeyisalittlekid.

In October 2014, I left the courtroom following a hearing, and a bunch of guys with guns got on behind me.  I was taken to the Ellis County Jail.  I was not arrested.  I was held for 53 days before I was released.  I spent a total of 134 days in three jails and my bond reached $6.1 million.

I continued to help people, living in Air BnB’s or hotels.  All of a sudden, I realized I was going to run out of money, so I needed to buy a home. I moved to Leesburg, Florida just in the nick of time to be in the nick of time and bought a nice double-wide manufactured home.

On May 5, 2017, I was driving alone down the busy Florida Turnpike at 70 miles-per-hour.  I heard an explosion and then realized I had been hit by an 18-wheeler.  I had never been in a traffic accident in my life.  According to eyewitness Jerome Wilt, the 18-wheeler drove right into my lane, lifted all four wheels of my tiny convertible off the ground, spun me 180-degrees, and dropped me to the roadway.  I knew I was going to die.  I did eight high-speed spins back and forth across the six Southbound lanes.  I heard a whisper “Driver’s Ed.”  I remembered that in Driver’s Ed at age 16, they taught us to steer in the direction of the skid.  While very counter-intuitive to me, I did, and it saved me from dying against the big cement wall that was the median.  I am now a firm believer in angels and ghosts, since Audrey Hepburn visited my condo twice following my COVID vaccination on January 15, 2021.

I was ticketed for driving Northbound in the Southbound lane.  I won that.  Judge Elizabeth Starr apparently didn’t know who I was.  Another eyewitness called 911, and she had been speaking with Sean Boushie.  When I took this woman’s deposition in January 2023, she denied it all.  I now believe all of this was attempted murder.

On October 2, 2024, I had my 75th birthday.  I’m disabled, have no balance, can’t walk, and every disc from my neck to my tailbone is herniated or bulging or both.  I fell last year and lost the use of my left hand.  I have some Cognitive Decline though I got an A on my Dementia Test.  I later developed a plan for how to ace another part of the Dementia Test.

I’ve survived two attempts to murder me, and I have received hundreds of death threats, rewards posted for me to be killed, and reports to the FBI that I had a plan to kill every government official in America.

I lost my wife, two children, and four grandchildren because they were afraid they would be killed.

I now have a bit of a Lisp, caused by the loss of almost all of my teeth from anxiety medication given to me after my Attempted Murder.  It caused dry mouth, and my teeth just rotted away.

I have over 150,000 Facebook Friends or Followers.  I had 50,000 more, but Facebook deleted them all in 2013 claiming I had violated terms of service regarding nudity, pornography, and solicitation of sex.  AT&T revoked my long-time phone number claiming I violated terms of service, which they never explained.  I never violated a thing.

I have never committed a crime – not even a valid traffic ticket or parking ticket in 23 years.  I make full stops at stop signs in the middle of nowhere.

But judges hate, loathe, and despise me because I hate, loathe, and despise them.

I never lie about anything legal.

I spent 134 days in jail, but I was never arrested or read my rights.

I was held on $6.1 million bond.  Inmates seemed cautious of me as the story circulated that I was a serial killer of nuns.  In the jails I was in, there had never been an inmate with a bond as high as mine.

I used to be a multi-millionaire, but corrupt judges stole all of my money.

I should have received tens of millions from my attempted murder by an 18-wheeler.  I committed to put the money in a non-profit to provide legal aid to pro-se parties.  But Judge Jeff Ashton, of Casey Anthony and Ashley Madison fame, entered a purported order denying me the right to represent myself.  Then he dismissed my case because I didn’t have a lawyer.  I’m in Chapter 13 bankruptcy, so I have no money for a lawyer.

I sit in a chair 16 hours a day, 7 days a week and work on fighting INjustice in America.  I can’t walk, but believe me when I tell you I always walk the walk.