
There were moments in 2023 when I didn’t want to be alive anymore. I found myself in a toxic relationship after leaving my wife of 20 years and the price of leaving THAT relationship is a price I’m still paying.
Yesterday, the woman who turned our toxic relationship into 3 years of lawfare that ended my podcast, ended my ability to attend City Council in person, and stopped me from writing about United Way of Missoula County for 6 months spoke about love and connecting with homeless people at the Urban Camping committee update. Let me delve into why I find this so troubling.
Before the person I call my petitioner was able to get a substitute judge who knew her from law school to impose a civil restraining order on me (after he explained why her copyright claims weren’t inappropriate for a protection order hearing), she had been harassing me via texts in an attempt to get me and my mother to meet with her. My mother knew my petitioner from church and was more familiar with her relationship tendencies than I had been when I met her through Rembrandt Miller, my collaborator on Engen’s Missoula.
Here are some texts I’ve curated from this hell period in my life. I’ll note the “Susan” my petitioner is referring to is Susan Hay Patrick, the outgoing director of United Way, who I believe helped inspire my petitioner to take legal action against me, and “Quentin” is the notorious Quentin Rhoades, my lawyer until my petitioner started working for him and conflicted him out of helping me defend myself.



At the time of these texts I was living in my art studio in a building owned by someone who attended my family’s church. That’s where I recorded this footage on July 1st, 2023, when my petitioner refused to acknowledge NO MEANS NO and showed up outside my studio despite me clearly telling her to leave me alone.
I wrote about this time period in my life recently when I saw similar protection order shenanigans playing out in the case of Brandon Wayne Bryant. In that post I highlighted the email I got making the demands that I my own family suggested I should ignore. Yeah, that worked out great.

If my petitioner and I weren’t still politically active in the town we both live in, where she’s writing op-eds for political candidates, making comments about loving homeless people, and making podcasts about the amazing killing of an abusive father because the daughter called the cops on him, then this post wouldn’t be necessary.
The narrative-control around homelessness that puts me in a whistleblower role stems from what happened to Sean Stevenson and Johnny Lee Perry at the hands of local law enforcement, and that’s because when I attend Coroner’s Inquests it’s not to celebrate law enforcement’s power to kill an abusive man, but to question that power. Maybe if I had done so as a Daniel Carlino-style politician I wouldn’t have inspired such a vicious effort to destroy me.
Daniel speaks up for the vulnerable, champions the underdog, and does what’s right because it’s right. For years I’ve watched him on City Council take courageous stands, even when unpopular, demonstrating a fearless integrity rarely seen.
Through my work alongside our unhoused neighbors, I’ve seen the impact of having a voice on City Council who cares not only for the most well-off among us, but also for those in crisis. That’s the mark of true leadership. From the first time Daniel’s campaign literature graced my doorstep, I knew he was my representative.
Daniel asks the hard questions, empowers minority voices, and does the hard work. He is “the man in the arena,” as Theodore Roosevelt says, “(spending) himself in a worthy cause.” Hope thrives in adversity, and Daniel is Missoula’s man of hope for this hour. If you want a candidate who loves deeply and dares greatly, vote Daniel Carlino for Ward 3.
This op-ed was published in the Missoula Current, the unofficial mouthpiece for Missoula Democrats, since Martin Kidston used to be the literal spokesperson for Montana Democrats years ago, which I pointed out (around the same time I was being harassed by my vindictive petitioner) with this July 2023 article, titled “The Missoula Current’s “Reporting” On Monday Night’s Urban Camping Debate“.
For more context on what happens when you ask ACTUAL hard questions about the power to end life by local authorities, this May 2023 article, titled “Is This What Missoula Current Advertisers Want To Be Paying For“, shows how Martin Kidston helped our local narrative-controllers inaccurately depict me in 2023 as something I’m not.
After my divorce and desperate traveling around America on the divorce money to avoid the stated intent of my petitioner to make good on her threats, I racked up several criminal charges for trying to continue the local activism I had been doing long before becoming involved with this person. The first charge was later dropped by the city, but it served the purpose of enabling “stacking” in order to achieve the scare-tactic of felony charges.
The second charge, which I was found guilty of, was pursued by the city despite zero direct interaction with my petitioner. The incident involved my presence in the parking lot of the hotel where Missoula’s leaders were having their “state of the community” wank-off narrative-control event. My recent clean up of meth-wankers using a homeless sex swing on the side of the river meant that I had lots of recent evidence of what happens when you ignore drug addiction’s impact on “urban camping”. My arrest occurred because I didn’t leave fast enough after someone from United Way told me that my petitioner would be in attendance.
*If you click the link above you may notice all my Vimeo videos are gone. That’s because this lawfare has been very effective at making and keeping me broke, so I couldn’t keep paying for the Vimeo data storage. I still have LOTS of “urban camping” footage, though, that one day will be see the light of day again.
The third violation became a collaborative effort between the city and county, since number three could have been a felony charge, but had to be downgraded once the city stopped pretending they were going to prosecute the first one. Regardless, the bathroom judge I had previously written about regarding the Mineral County shit-show wanted to keep the case so that he could impose the restriction on my citizen journalism, which happened seamlessly because the bathroom judge is a good little kangaroo.

Did I forget to mention my petitioner’s adopted brother, Dylan Laslovich, used to be Jon Tester’s chief of staff? Yeah, sure wish I knew about Judge Vannatta’s political donations, maybe my Public Defender could have done something to get the judicial venue changed.

This is the context that makes it a risk for me to walk out the door every day in this town. My petitioner demanded a 100 year extension (I’m not kidding) of the “temporary” order of protection once the first year was up and, after being told no by Judge Streano, my petitioner used her law school knowledge to appeal, claiming bias and successfully using a higher level of kangaroos to legally browbeat Judge Streano into extending the protection order for two years instead.
If I’m not hyper-aware of my surroundings and don’t immediately leave an area where my petitioner is, like I had to do during an April First Friday event at an art gallery where I sell bulk Legos, then I could be charged with a felony and end up in prison. That’s my reality.
I’ve spent time in jail because of this and lived for 4 months in my box truck, meaning homeless. Could I have accessed homeless services? Even if I had wanted to, which I didn’t, no, because my petitioner is one of those “loving” Christians working within the Homeless Industrial Complex I’ve risked my own life exposing.
To conclude this post that may or may not be protected by the First Amendment, I’m going to publish the police report I spent a whopping $7 dollars to get a copy of. When I was at my lowest, and expressing legitimate anger and frustration at what was happening to me, this is how a Pastor (who sits on a board with my petitioner’s family pal, Mike Nugent) chose to respond.


While this post is going to suck for a lot of people, it had to be published because I’m not unique in how political power uses every human weakness possible when real power is challenged. Lawfare is one of the most awful forms of political retaliation, especially for men geared toward taking action to address issues, which I did effectively for ten years in the non-profit sector I now am called to expose.
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