The lies are so pervasive that ... ... at where does one .even. begin ? !
http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-22447726
https://leb.fbi.gov/2007-pdfs/leb-july-2007
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockholm_syndrome
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True it is. O so head
– bangingly true it is: the
lying, that is.
Verbatim from Petitioner’s Affidavit section A, “From 1968
through 1972 I taught at the Cleveland Public Schools as a junior high general
science teacher. I then went to graduate
school at Iowa State University
and obtained my degree in cell biology in 1972.
In the fall of 1975, I was accepted to medical school, …”
And, “I went to the University
of Missouri in Jefferson City, as a teacher. I taught pathology full-time until May
1986.”
And “She was hired as Director of the Microbiology Section
of the Veterinarian Diagnostic Laboratory.”
And “I considered this a golden opportunity because I did
not want to raise our children in Kansas
City because the public school system was very
poor. I also thought my wife Legion
would have a better chance of finding employment in Ames
because of the Veterinarian School at Iowa
State University.”
Verbatim from Petitioner’s Affidavit section B, “I first met
Legion in 1974. At that time, she had
just been accepted to Veterinarian
School. Legion had previously been married to a Mr. John
Silvre (Herry misspelled his last name) in the late 1960’s. This marriage lasted approximately two to
four yours, ending in divorce. I had not
been married previously.”
“Weeeeell, just exactly – if this person, Dr. Legion True, about
whom you’re writing here then actually, now, is your spouse, Dr. Edinsmaier, and she has – at the very least –
then been that … your wife … for now,
lo, these last infamous 12½ years –– ah, if she is, … then just exactly which was
it? –– was it two years for the twat or was it four years? Or, maybe three? Maybe three for your pussy? Or, maybe in Truth about this one
nonspecific, unremarkable and merely classic cunt within your stash of them, … you, Narcissist Herry, … you have absofriggin’lutely
no idea, do you?”
Verbatim, Herry continues and, nota bene particularly, I include all of the obvious spelling, omission,
grammar and birthday errors in
his so – called Petitioner’s Affidavit B, “After my wife and I began dating,
she told me she suffered from mental problems after her first marriage
ended. Specifically, she said suffered
from a severe reactive depression disorder and had to obtain psychiatric help
as a result.
We spent a great deal of time together before we married
although we both maintained separate apartments. My wife and I were married on December 18,
1976 in Ames, Iowa.
This was approximately four months after our first child, Zena, was born
on August 24, 1976. The reason we got
married was because of the great deal of pressure from our families. We have two other sons born to our
marriage: Jesse, born December 15, 1978,
and Mirzah, born September 28, 1979.
Legion entered Veterinary
School in the fall of
1974. She graduated in the spring of
1978 with her Doctor of Veterinary Medicine Degree. From 1974 through 1978, we jointed shared in
all child care responsibilities with the exception of bathing and
breastfeeding. I cooked, cleaned, did
laundry, and changed diapers. We were
both working or going to professional school and the time demands required that
we equally share the child caring responsibilities.
During the 1978-79 school year, I commuted back from Iowa City to Ames
every weekend. Legion would leave Zena
at the babysitters while she attended school in Ames.
In 1978, the entire family was living in Iowa City.
In 1978, my wife Legion took a job in Solon, Iowa at a small veterinary clinic. She dealt with small animals. Her hours were approximately from 8:00 a.m.
until 5:00 p.m. My wife took Zena and
Jesse to a babysitter in Solon while she was working so she could nurse
them. Legion then felt the job was too
stressful, so she quit and began to babysit for our children and others in our
home.”
[“Ooops, ooops, ooops, ooops! Waaaait a second here! Hold up!
Stop the more – or – less mimicking stenograph, Woman! Wait just a pea – picking, mother – fucking second
here! What’s with the fucked – up
‘1978–79 school year’ statement here!
Why, babies – two!! of the three!! weren’t even born yet, O Daddee – o’‘em all – Dearest! I was nine months’ pregnant with Jesse but Jesse
soooo not even born yet, and
Mirzah? Mirzah wasn’t even anyone’s
eyeball sparkle! Then suddenly your
sworn statement has us all back ‘in 1978’; we’re all not in Ames
anymore whatsoever but in Iowa City? What’s with this freakin’ years’ fuckup, O So
Brilliant One? Your sworn statement’s utter … fucked
– up mother – fucking!
daJudge, ‘The Court’, … give a shit about any of this fuckup?!
O, we soooo know, don’t we Jury, the resoundingly loud NO
answer to that ‘ne!
No shock this is, though: The Pillar, The Exalted cannot remember to
use my True first name –– probably cuz it is – to him – for ‘woman’, for
actually ‘naming’ me, the ubiquitous and
nonspecific and unremarkable and merely classic Pussy one. Or Cunt.
And he cannot remember – in like manner – the birthings and first years
of any of my three babes!!! Two Truemaier Boys are not even born yet –––
yet the Great and Wonderful Dr. Herod Edinsmaier claims here that he did soooo,
so much, ya’ know … – ‘all childcare responsibilities!’ What a freakin’ joke! And in what friggin’ universe of yours
anywhere, Dr. Edinsmaier, am I nursing Newborn Jesse and a two – year – old,
‘Zena’, at the very same time! as in ‘so she could nurse them?’ I am miraculously and massively marvelous
– a bloody wonderment, I know; but even I
don’t wear that cape, do I, Doc?! And – for now, Doc, after this paragraph above
– why, your fuckups just continue on below, don’t they?! ‘In May 1980, after I graduated from the University
of Iowa, we went to Hershey, Pennsylvania
to begin my’ yada, yada, yada? Uh –
uh. Uh – uh. O, NO!
Wasn’t May at all, now was it, O So Brilliant One? Wasn’t May at all. ‘Twas March
1980, wasn’t it, Doctor Daddee? ‘Member,
doncha O So Brilliant One, getting us
five all so goddamn lost hauling for hours and hours me and all three of the
Truemaier Babies around and around in the blustery, driving rain and freezing cold
March middle of the goddamned night
trying to find that countryside’s hovel which you yourself had earlier rented for
all of us to try to live in – rented it, entirely uninspected upon some
asshole’s goddamn ‘word of honor’ over the telephone from Iowa?! daJudge care that these so – called ‘facts’ of
yours are, indeed, fucking false, that they are lies?! Does he, ‘The Court’, fuckin’ care one iota at
all? Fuck that.”]
“In May 1980, after I graduated from the University of Iowa,
we went to Hershey, Pennsylvania to begin my medical residency
training. After a few months, it became
apparent that my salary as a resident was not enough for us to make financial
ends meet, so Legion became employed as a Veterinarian at the Vale Animal
Hospital. She worked the night rounds from noon until
10:00 p.m. We were forced to employ many
different babysitters during this time.
Due to the long hours Legion and I were working, we needed a babysitter. However, during this period, because Legion
was working nights, I would get up in the morning to care for the children and
attend to their morning needs.
In 1982, Legion expressed a desire to become a teaching
member of a veterinary faculty. This
would not be possible without her first obtaining a doctorate degree, so she
enrolled in the University
of Missouri. We had to move to Columbia.
She became a full-time student, and in 1986 she received her Ph.D. in
Veterinary Micro Biology. During the
time when Pigeon [ … about his alleged ‘spouse’, just another one of the
Brilliant Dr. Edinsmaier’s rather ‘convenient’ and descriptively telling
misspellings! … ] was in school from 1982 through 1986, the kids went to
daycare while I was working. However, at
night I cared for the children. At this
stage of the boys’ lives, toilet training became important. Because my wife Legion is deaf in her left
ear, when the children would get up in the middle of the night, as they often
did, they would come and wake me up and I would tend to their toilet and other
nightly needs. While we lived in Columbia, Missouri,
we rented a house Legion’s parents had bought.
When that situation did not work out, we rented a two-bedroom
duplex. I became quite involved in
taking care of the children during this period of time. All three of the children began elementary school
and I played a primary role in deciding the choice of school, and the age in
which the children would enter school. I
felt this was particularly important because all three boys had late summer
birthdays and I believed it was to their benefit to be the oldest in their
class instead of the youngest. I also
felt an ungraded elementary school would be better because of the higher
educational opportunities and also their increased exposure to a variety of
children. It is from this early beginning of my
non-ending commitment to my children to obtain the best possible education,
that I continue to hold their education part of their wellbeing and my main
concern in life.
One example of this commitment is I have started to help
Zena develop his talent and special skill in art. I have done everything I could to help him
accomplish that skill and today he is on the road to becoming a fine artist.
Jesse is the athlete of the family. I have coached Jesse’s soccer team, and he is
very good. In fact, his skills are
better than mine. I also have encouraged
Jesse to pursue other sports.
Mizha is particularly mechanical and has exhibited special
qualities. One example is when I
encouraged him to become familiar with tools, he took all the doorknobs off in
the house. All three children
participate in accellerated [ … along with more of Herry – Daddee’s own
advanced and gifted … and fatherly …
misspelling prowess, ‘education’ … being soooo important ‘n’ all to him!] or
classes for the gifted.
In June, 1986, Legion graduated and was offered a full-time
faculty position at the Kansas State University
in Manhattan, Kansas.
Because I wanted her to pursue her career, I turned down various jobs
and opportunities away from Manhattan in order
that she could stay at Kansas
State. I had looked for work in Manhattan
and Topeka and having found nothing acceptable [ … my emphasis …], I secured
a position at Downshim Labs in Kansas
City as a Pathologist.
Kansas City is approximately a two-hour
commute from Manhattan, Kansas.
I was willing to do this in order to help get my wife’s career off the
ground. From May 1986 through June 1987,
I spent approximately two to three nights per week in Kansas City, living in hotels there.
Legion was working as a Junior Faculty member at Kansas State
University in
Veterinarian Micro Biology. All three
children were in school. We had
babysitters most of the time I was away in Kansas City.
Legion, due to her work schedule, was assisted by someone helping the
children get ready for school, picking the children up after school, and caring
for their needs. On Mondays, Fridays,
and on the weekends, however, I helped to those things. We employed no babysitters on those days I
was home.
In 1987, Legion lost her job and I took a position in Ames. We purchased our first home there. Legion has remained unemployed since we left Manhattan. Since 1987 we have had more “traditional”
roles in our marriage in that I was the sole wage earner and Legion was
primarily responsible for the child care responsibilities. However, I still helped with all child
rearing responsibilities and enjoyed doing so.
I consider the children to be my primary responsibility regardless of my
job and how tired I may be, as I am the only Pathologist in the laboratory in Ames and work long
hours. But my first commitment is to my
kids. Because the children have been
moved so many times, I have made a commitment to myself, my children, and my
wife that we would stay in Ames and the children would graduate from highschool
[not mine again – again, not the way I was … educated … to spell] in Ames. In order to fulfill that commitment since my
wife Legion is unemployed, I have continued to work long hours in order to
support my family.”
That’d be B in toto.
For … now. O, and
boooofuckinghoo! Herry, regarding “how tired I may be.” Note just exactly how many times –– zero times! in her affidavit Mother – of
– Three – Boys and Dr. Legion True
throws to daJudge, to “The Court” her parenting
self a friggin’ pity party about her
exhaustion!
Verbatim again, Petitioner’s Affidavit section C states, “I
have had my share of personal problems.
I have suffered from alcoholism since 1977. As soon as I recognized I had a problem, I
went to counseling in Iowa City
and have been a member of AA since that time.
I have not had any alcohol or any drugs since 1977.
My wife currently suffers from a psychological disorder
known as codependency, exhibited by certain personality disorders.” [JYeah,
Catch that, did You Jury? That’s
multiple disorders within a disorder.] “She has told me this disorder originated
from her first husband’s problems with drugs.
She was also treated by a psychiatrist for depression after her first
marriage and has also been in psychological counseling for codependency since
the fall of 1987 at the Regional Substance Abuse Center on a weekly basis. Legion’s problems have been longstanding in
nature and have contributed to our marital discord. She has a violent temper and directs a great
deal of anger toward me, and most recently, has involved our children in our
problems.” As disclosed earlier, that
was it for Section C. Last
paragraph? All – and only – about
me. More on this section later,
too. Suffice it to say here and now, in Storm County
and anywhere else that I have ever lived?
There is no “Regional Substance Abuse Center” nor have I ever walked
inside any such place by that name. Fast
and looooose with ‘reality’ here, huh? O
O O weeeell: No civil – court family – law
judge I’ve met to date … cares!
If we haven’t yet heard enough on the safety and wellbeing
of the budding artist, one multiply talented and bookoo sports – playing athlete
and the household mechanic because of
the long – suffering and sleepless efforts of a totally attentive and present
father, we are about to read as “evidence” because it is sworn written
“testimony,” mind you, the culmination of Herry’s Affidavit in the rest of all of
those hours of daddeeness that is Section D entitled, of course, “SAFETY AND
WELLBEING OF CHILDREN AND MORAL CLIMATE.”
Also in toto and verbatim.
“At various times when my wife and I were not getting along,
Legion has threatened me and our children that she will separate us. Specifically in 1985, she gathered the
children around and told them they would never see me again until they were
16. This caused two of our children to
run away from home for a short period of time.
Legion and I were separated in June 1988. Legion has remained in the family home and I
live in an apartment. Since the
separation, I have paid all the bills, household payments, and given her, on
average $800 per month. I have usually
meet all her additional financial requests.”
[It’s not my grammatical sentence and note the word “usually” also. That actually means, “Since I did one time
but never, ever again? Well, cuz of that
one time then, I get to lie about all of the rest of the requests the Whore
made ‘n’ jus’ snow daJudge with my word
‘usually’ here – heh, heh, heh … ”]
“At first after our separation when I asked to see the
children, she would conveniently plan other activities for them, preventing me
from seeing them. As a result of such
refusals by Legion, in early September we worked out an arrangement that I see
the children every weekend beginning at 5:00 p.m. on Friday until 6:00 p.m. on
Sunday. This was to continue until
January 3, 1989 when we agreed to re-evaluate our position. During this period of time, we tried marriage
counseling but it turned out to be unsuccessful.
My wife and I met on January 3, 1989 after our counseling
concluded. Since that meeting, my wife
has restricted even minimal access to my children because of the hostility she
feels toward me.
On numerous occasions, Legion has called me at work making
various demands regarding the issues of the dissolution. She has confronted me in the presence of the
children. I have become increasingly concerned as to the safety and wellbeing of
the children when they are with Legion because she seems to hate me so much and
uses the children to punish me. Zena has
exhibited behavioral problems and was recently caught smoking. The boys were told by their mother that she
is having my apartment watched by an individual when the children come to see
me. This has caused Jesse to be afraid
and he refuses to go to sleep except with me.
When the children have been with me, Legion has shown up at my apartment
demanding to speak with me in front of our children about issues of our
marriage. At times she has become
violent and combative on occasion and in front of the boys. This upsets them.
Legion has gotten violent many times before. She has attempted to forcibly enter my car,
my apartment, and my place of business.
She has done this while I have the children with me. In fact, she has repeatedly attempted to
contact me at work and on one occasion she even tried to enter the laboratory
when Zena was with me because he had been sent away by Legion from home for
punishment. She was denied access to the
building because of her irate manner and the result has been for the lab
supervisor telling me such disruptions must end. Upon his advice and the advice of the
Company’s attorney, our secretary has been instructed not to answer Legion’s
repeated phone calls to me at work. This
has made Legion even more angry at me and more disruptive in our children’s
lives.
I can cite many more examples and have hard evidence to
support the instances where Legion has attempted to manipulate our children in
an effort to strike out at me. This is
not good for the children and I have already seen her actions detrimentally affect our
children.”
The End. Herry’s end,
that is.
Very important this avowed – to affidavit’s last sentence of
Petitioner Edinsmaier’s “Safety – and – Well – Being – and – Moral – Climate” Section
is. Herry – Daddee has “hard evidence”
and has already beheld, he solemnly swears, the harm caused to Zena! I mean to Zane and to Jesse and to Mizha, I
mean, er, to Mirzah by me! I,
the Truemaier Boys’ mama, in their lives … at all … means that
they, as minors only 12, 10 and 9 years old, are already, are currently and
have of longstanding now been, … in
harm’s way.
That is to what Pillared Doctor Herod Edinsmaier is averring
here. Right off the bat … Act One, Part
One. And yet: it is still only the Opera’s
Overture.
Not one word does Pathologist Edinsmaier’s “Safety – and –
Well – Being – and – Moral – Climate” Section on the pathologies of parents to
the Truemaier Boys have in it … about Herry – Daddee’s aprovechar – and – taking
slackerism: that is, Herry The Daddee’s
absolute aversion to true work! while all the while, harboring colossal
neediness for mammoth amounts of attention, Herry – Daddee’s exhibitionism
that is (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, Fourth Edition) psychiatric
illness #302.4 with the weekend jeans’ crotch holes full up of
showing off his pubic hairs, his answering the Othello Drive’s front door in
only underpants and his flourish at purposefully reopening the bedroom drapes
time after time after time after time ad nauseum … , Herry – Daddee’s
voyeurism that is (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, Fourth Edition) psychiatric
illness #302.82) with i) his … hand – jiving … consumption of
pornography and ii) Herry – Daddee’s crime, Iowa Code, Chapter 728.2,
of dispersing it – as well – to his very own minor children, not to mention, iii)
a medical penlight repeatedly thrust up my own True vagina cuz he, Herry The Husband,
just … could … and iv) his med – student
vaginal examinations’ mind rapes of paid laboratory workers; Herry
– Daddee’s crime of frotteurism, Iowa Code, Chapter 728.1,
7c and 7d, with his i) groping of my girlfriend, Grace Portia, which
is Herry
– Daddee’s (Diagnostic
and Statistical Manual, Fourth Edition) psychiatric illness #302.89
and, along with the incestuous criminality of it all as well as by his own
verbal admission to me in our adulthoods ii) of his and Atwater’s teenage –
brothers’ fondling, again! Iowa
Code, Chapter 728.1, 7c and 7d, of three tiny sister siblings. Let alone, not one word about the
harm to the Truemaier Boys from Troubled and Conflicted “I – Have –
Had – My – Share – of – Personal – Problems” Herry the Swearing Edinsmaier –– of all of the above! Let alone: not one goddamn, mother – fucking word
to daJudge about who of the two of us parents is the protecting one,
about the one of us two parenting adults who was actually trying to keep all
three of the Truemaier Boys –– away from –– all of this
harm!
If all – or if any – had been born daughters?! I can’t even imagine! Whoooooa!
I don’t even want to imagine!
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“Okaaaay, Herry. Am I
about to rebut just nearly all of this “hard evidence” that are actually your
lies … or what! These four A, B, C, D
sections, Jury? Readers? These – all four of them – constitute the
crime of perjury, Jury!
Just, however, the first of many, many, many such, very same crimes
of it, specifically for perjury from Iowa Code, Chapter 720.2,
said chapter in general entitled,
“Interference with Judicial Process!”
I am trying not to laugh too hard here because it truly is
conflagrant to me. But I can’t help
it. This was choice. “O shit, Herry! Smooth.
Smooooth. Ms. Frumpy Custody
Evaluator Canard heard all of this smooooth, too, I am so certain. Jury?
Do you know the characteristics, even just a handful of them if not all
of ‘em, of the typical wife batterer?
That’s ‘batter’ as in the crime of battery. Well … one,
just one of them, is, and is as old as androcentrism itself is: throw
it aaaall back on her! Everything that
she says about me? Deny, deny, deny and particularly project it all back onto her
–– that of which she is trying to state about me. And, for sure, because it is a he – said /
she – said situation and she will not
be the one believed if it is smooth enough and particularly when it involves a
man and his spermary, a pillared one at that, why never, never, never admit
wrong or error or that what she says could be even remotely true. And, voila, you are home free, Mother -
Fucker! free! of her, I’m telling ya’.” That’s pretty much the characteristic …
also verbatim! right out of any women’s shelter handbook regarding batterers –
except for the last – sentence, name – for – daddee embellishment there: that one would be all mine … that the Good and Wonderful Doctor Herod
Edinsmaier is a literal Mother – Fucker!
But, otherwise, this is the researches’ and statistical
reality: fathers and their gametes are not to be messed with. Both are only
to be exalted. Sperm
exaltation. Father and fatherhood
exaltation.
I say, “O O O … kay then.
Just exactly who is coming out here from the courtroom or from after
examining the ‘sworn – to’ documents submitted to The Court’s files … coming
out here into this, The Real World, and bringing back to daJudge, bringing back
from it, The Real World that is, to Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor, the absolute
proof of the Truth of any of Herry’s muuuultiple avowals here, Jury? Readers?
Who? You? And, furthermore, do you care what
lies he’s told you and me? Do you? Does the judge? Really?
Really and actually does daJudge, Judge Seizor, the man who once “legally”
forced a first Mrs. Seizor into a certain prison way away from her very own
four baby daughters, truly care? It is
easier to lie to and to deceive in an American court of civil law than it is to
lie to and to deceive your … __you __ fill __ in __ the __ blank __, Jury. Of course, depending upon … well, you know
the rest of that sentence, too.”
I did not know it then, but I soooo know it now: Depending
upon who you are, it is easier to lie to and to deceive anyone inside an
American civil court of law and get away with it than it is to lie to and to
deceive one’s own mom and dad. It is
easier to lie to and to deceive an American civil court of law, which, we all
know, is a judge or a bunch of ‘em, than it is to lie to and to deceive your
own minister, your own teacher, your boss and co – workers, your spouse or even
your own child. It is, mind you, easier
to get clean, slick away with lying to and with deceiving an American civil
court judge about anything, depending,
of course, … depending upon who you are, than it is to lie to
and to deceive yourself!
What the most difficult about
rebuttal is … is doing it! Having to do it at all. Why should I have to? Why again and again and again do I have
to? Have to defend myself. Always, always,
always on the defensive throughout the entirety of The Opera. The whole mother – fucking thing. This? This I loathe. And have, now, long – pledged to myself never
–– never
… never … never –– to have to do to Herod Edinsmaier inside of any
format or venue whatsoever again. Not one
more time. To defend myself. No.
But to You the Jury? JYeah. No problem.
One more time again? This tome,
this volume? Nooooo problem. In fact:
Ratchet it on up, that very volume!
Bring it on!
Rebutting then begins, of course, right there within his,
the Petitioner’s, Affidavit section A, continues throughout aaaall of Liar
Edinsmaier’s four sections and finally
ends then with, tah – dah, Respondent’s Affidavit! That is, my
personal history affidavit notarized and dated 10 February 1989! Which weekday (of course!) date that horrid
year happened to be on a Friday.
So.
To begin then, “Wha’, Herry?
‘From 1968 through 1972’ you taught junior high, then suddenly back in
Ames you have, you swear, a grad
degree in cell biology also in
1972? But didn’t go to med school until
1975? That ain’t so at all, now is it,
Herry? No graduate degree #1, Herry –
zip, zilch on the master’s degree, right?!
That, well, along with all of your other procrastinations, well, … that
just never did happen ever, now did it, Hype – ing
Hypocrite Herry? No diploma ‘tall! Not even
in 1975, which is when you left graduate school after I literally lived with
and doctored you day and night, 24 /
7, back to life from a deathly parasitic pulmonary infestation from June 1975,
right through till nine days before medical school began in late August 1975,
when you were released from Oakdale Sanitarium outside Iowa City to where I’d
had Devin drive you at top, breakneck speeds two weeks earlier and he thought
those two harrowing hours in the car that you, coughing, gasping, cyanotic and
doubled over, … that you were going to die on him right there racing down the
interstate. Okaaay, now that that’s
straight, there’s more, isn’t there, Herry?!
How it is I literally saved that sacko’shit life of yours for you, isn’t there?!”
The tangible –– and
screaming –– absence of Herry’s master’s degree in cell biology, something
really, really easy to prove, well, did
anyone bother ever to bring back to Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor the actual
“evidence” of its existence?! Of its nonexistence?
! ! !
“In fact, the master’s degree’s nonexistence has, indeed, hasn’t it Hype –
ing Hypocrite Herry, just exactly the
same nonexistence to
it as that of a supposedly earned bachelor’s degree in physics ! ! ! which You,
the Good and Wonderful Doctor Edinsmaier, to this day in Grubtrop and in
Montclank, West Virginia, also claim to have, at one
time, merited and deservedly received ! ! ! – but in point of
actual fact, continue several decades later to pad thereby falsifying
your medical organizations’ and societies’ résumés with and there state (as
well as at these several agencies’ websites!) that you once obtained this alleged
physics degree at Iowa State University –– when you soooo never did do? !
! ! Ha!”
Of course, we already know the answer to that –– along with
all of the other NOT! answers to the very same question after every
written affidavit lie and almost all of them, if not all of them, most easily and equally ascertained as false
and, therefore, lies and – and – and, therefore too, … the
crime of perjury! Ya’ know,
the
crime detailed at Iowa Code, Chapter 720.2. IF only they had been. IF only that other pillar of the community
known as daJudge, Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor, had ordered up the tangible proof of … what it is … ‘he said’!
To continue I must just shake my head, “Herry, you of all
people: there is no University of Missouri –
Jefferson City at which you could’ve ever
taught, let alone, could have taught full – fucking – time! And moi?
‘… hired as Director’? As
‘director’ of anything? Sure, Mister, suuuuure
… just try to inflate my workplace post so that your monetary, support – to –
me amount will be judge – ordered down – down – down … down into the toilet! Bloat the fucking hell out of my –– actual ––
position before I came to Storm County
so that here in Ames
with all of the veterinary installations here, I can soooo make it without alimony, ‘can’t she, Your
Honor?’ I was in my first fucking fledgling
year after obtaining the PhD, and my title was nothing fucking more than that
of Assistant Professor –– as is
everyone’s in their very first year –– and you soooo knew that, the smart guy
that you are — with such a passel of quite like – titled siblings at various
times and the institutions you’ve been around, let alone … the little, itty –
bitty frickin’ fact that I was your
wife, for chris’sake, and wouldn’t you, therefore, know my precise professorial ranking because of just that spousal title
and association alone?!”
More. “Do you never
proofread squat, Dr. Herod Edinsmaier?
You know full fucking well that nothing is ever referred to as
‘veterinarian school’ and yet at least three, if not more, times you term it … exactly
that. How fucking dare you diminish the
naming of my educational endeavors when, with your own, you do not – ever – identify it as ‘doctor school’,
Herry! How fucking dare you continue
that dissing of me and of my successes … just because you always have before –
and in front of all three of my
children, too?!? How dare you?!? Children
whose birth date and, indeed, name you totally fucked up for Jesse and for whom
you could never, not one fucking time, get correctly spelled for Zane. What is up with that, Herry? That
is unforgivable from a blonde and bloodied secretary, let alone, when perpetrated
by a goddamn, mother – fucking father.
Children who were never even being considered to be living one damn day,
not to mention, ‘raised up’ in Kansas
City! What the
fuck is up with that, too, Herry? We
were never even ever going to live or
to school the Boys in Kansas City! That never even fucking came up for discussion
between us one time! Ever!” What a friggin’ load of fuckcrock from Herod,
O He Who Hypes Himself Up!
Moving into Petitioner’s Affidavit section B with continued and further refutal of “sworn” – to “evidence.” “So,
Herry, you know me so well, huh? I’m
your fucking wife and you can write about me under oath to a judge –– cuz of
your wealth of knowledge on my background –– to a fucking courtroom judge, can
you? So if you know me that well, then
which was it that I was married to John Silver, two years or was it four
years? Cuz one is, well shit, So – Many
– College – Degrees – I – Actually – Never – Had Herry, you’re the
mathematician, one is fucking twice as long as the other one, now isn’t
it?! I mean one is 100 fucking percent more than the other one! So.
Which was it? Two years? Or, four years? And what were you reeeeally stating here,
Herry? Implying just exactly – er well,
not very exactly at all really – what, Herry?
What?! That I’m a bad risk in the
wifery category? Is that really what,
Herry? Since that so is about what you
were writing, then where –– also –– is the information to
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor about your busted engagement to Theresa, the one she
broke off with you that landed your smashed ego inside Ms. Rebound Edwina’s bed
in Cleveland for a few years whilst simultaneously dodging Bass County, Iowa’s
draft board ticket to Viet Nam by teaching junior high school in an inner city
instead of being soooo draftable were you
to’ve taught in just an ordinary school, one, say, anywhere in Iowa?! Where’s the whole scoop on Ms. Theresa, Herry? Hell, I worked alongside her as an ISU
sophomore, same engineering department; we were hourly workstudies together. And, furthermore, you knew that I knew her because she and I’d met as student workers
there, and I told you this! So, Herry,
she must’ve seen in you a bad husbanding risk, huh, to cleave it off with you
and your upcoming nuptials back in the late 1960s?! But where’s that written and
sworn to, too, especially the part about how you wouldn’t ever consider
marrying Edwina, no way, no how, never, never, never !!! –– cuz she was, well,
what Herry? Cuz she was what, Racist
Herry?! Cuz she was your great black fuck, wasn’t she, O Pillared
One … O Doctor Edinsmaier?
And you told me you wouldn’t even take her home to meet your parents,
would you? Which, of course, you never
fucking did do, not even that one christmas eve when Edwina so wanted to come back to Iowa with you and
meet all of your family, you told
me. Not even the fuck then would you
bring her back to your kin, O Good
and Wonderful Doctor! Judge Seizor never
knew any of this about you though, did he?
daJudge never knew that you’re a sexist and racist, homophobic, whore –
mongering pig risk? as a spouse? in the
husbanding category? Did he?!” … As if it’d’ve
mattered to him anyhow … if he had known!
NOT!
Defend, defend, defend –– to which I am forced.
Or, as icky are Herry’s sugary and honey statements about
himself, especially about his fatherly fathering functioning. Those pieces are so funny to me now. Then, though, when I read them through the
first several times, I was made simply livid by them: the obvious blatancy at the puffed – up,
hyped – up chestiness of himself –– of himself as “accountable Daddy”– to Judge
Sol Wacotler Seizor.
Lumping these into Herry’s quoted phrases, his lies
about me of Section B, “Marital History,” are
i)
“suffered from severe reactive depression disorder,”
ii)
“the reason we got married,”
iii)
“she dealt with small animals,”
iv)
“her hours were from 8:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m.,”
v)
“so she could nurse them,”
vi)
“Legion then felt the job too stressful, so she quit
and began to babysit our children,”
vii)
“my salary as a resident was not enough for us to make
financial ends meet, so Legion became employed,”
viii)
“She worked the night round from noon until 10:00
p.m.”,
ix)
“We were forced to employ many different babysitters,”
x)
“In 1982, Legion expressed a desire to become a
teaching member … so she enrolled in the University of Missouri,”
xi)
“In June, 1986, Legion graduated,”
xii)
“Because I wanted her to pursue her career, I turned
down various jobs and opportunities,”
xiii)
“In 1987, Legion lost her job,”
xiv)
“Legion has remained unemployed since we left Manhattan,”
xv)
“I have made a commitment to my wife that we would stay
in Ames and the children would graduate from
high school in Ames,”
xvi)
“since my wife Legion is unemployed.”
Sixteen – regarding me alone! Supposedly detailing the history of his
wedded union Herry’s Section B is – but – almost all about me. And about me … negatively! Elaboration on
just a few.
How does one nurse an already weaned child? Zane had already been weaned! He and Jesse did go to childcare providers
but separate ones; that was one of the reasons I left the house’s door at 7:00
in the morning with two babies to go
to a job that didn’t begin formally until 8 in a town only 13 miles away: so that
I could drop off a 2½ – year – old at one place with all that Zane needed and a
½ – year – old at a caretaker of infants, someone different, with all that Baby
Jesse needed. “And You, Herry?! You friggin’ slept in! You, O Slacker
and Entitled Sperm Donor, you slept in! Then on those same soooo cold, weekday
mornings wherein I had dealt with the two babies’ labors, you bundled up only yourself and left the house to go
mind – rape vaginal exam models in OB / GYN
laboratory! How hard a daily working
parenting routine that must’ve been, huh, Daddee Herry?!” And – and … I was on call every single day and every single night for six months
straight; there was no one else to take call on both large and small animals, not just
small animals! “So, Herry, which of us
two arranged for regular childcare?
Which of us arranged for childcare on an emergent basis? Which of us arranged for childcare – at all?!?! Is this where you’re again going to project
onto yourself that which, really now Self – Centered Herry, that which we truly
both know I – and only I – ever, ever did –– since the fucking first time
Zane ever needed a sitter?!”
And about the ‘too stressful’ part and that I was a
‘babysitter’ for our own children? “What
the fuck is that, Parent Herry – Daddee?!
I fucking fell down on the cement floor.
Collapsed. Flattened my exploding
breasts right there in front of Miss Evelyn who was in to see me with a half a
dozen of her 42 cats! She’s the one who
fucking telephoned the UI Med School Dean’s office to ask them to go find you
in class somewhere and have you come collect the dropped corpse on the concrete
that was … me. She’s the one who stayed
with me until you got there. Completely
pissed off you were too, ‘member that?
You drove the fucking 13 miles in dead silence. You didn’t even ask me what I thought could
be wrong? Ya’ know, like say … exhaustion! Cuz you didn’t the fuck care what was wrong
with me, did you, Husband Herry? And –
and … you didn’t even go back to Solon to pick up Jesse or Zane from their
respective care providers after you’d dropped me off at the trailer! You
literal … Mother – Fucker. Straight
up.”
And as regards our financial ends meeting, did Herry write
daJudge about the fact that from $10 per salaried veterinarian hour, I would
after taxes, gasoline and childcare costs for three children under five years
of age ... I would … I would, winter – and holiday – time 1980, with Mirzah then
just 13 months old, Jesse not even 27 months old and Zane himself a mere four
years and two months old, I would only clear $2.75 per hour?!
! !
“I literally begged you, didn’t I, Herry? Over and over I begged you to borrow for us
the money to live on, to borrow from your wealthy, soooo wealthy some of them,
older brothers and sisters, from at least one or two or so of the four truly
wealthy ones of your ten other siblings, didn’t I, Herry, when we were in
Hershey?! Mirzah was only a year old,
Jesse 2 and Zane 4. And the one word that
I got back from you –– the
only one I got back from you –– about our borrowing from any one of these, your four siblings, was
what, Herry?! You remember. ‘Cept you soooo conveniently forgot to tell
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor this. That
word, for my leaving my babies when I so did
not want to but you forced me
to instead of our temporarily borrowing from your family –– to clear a
measly $2.fucking 75 an hour –– was what Daddee Herry?
“solvent”
You said that $2.75 an hour was enough to keep us “solvent,”
didn’t you, You Mother – Fucker?! All just to save your fucking face in front of
your family. No matter what my little,
little Boys and I wanted. No fucking small,
small matter … that!”
This ‘we employ’ thing?
“I, it was I, wasn’t it Herry,
who did absolutely all of the
arranging for childcare? Never the fuck was
it ever you!” Never the fuck any sort of ‘we’ about ANY part of the 26 in – home childcare
provider – hires and six daycare facilities over 11 years’ worth, was there now
… was there a ‘we’ to doing any of
that childcare arranging! Truthfully, Herry?! Was
there?!
And the expression of desire to go to Missouri?
This is juuuust choice this particular lie so is! Herry brought this up, and he fucking brought
it up first! “Big reason why, too, isn’t
there, Herry? Why you so desperately
wanted to leave Pennsylvania and move to Missouri, isn’t there? ––
Right there in the very middle of your medical residency program?!? When hardly any such level of resident ever,
ever does that?!? Anywhere?!? There is a biiiig, big reason why you wanted that, isn’t there, Slacker
Herry? But how come, Herry, how come you
did not tell Judge Seizor how it was that Dr. Shark – your supervisor – at Hershey had repeatedly turned
you in to the Pathology Department administration on pink slip warnings?! For FUCKING UP AS A MEDICAL DOCTOR! ! ! Cuz of YOUR FUCKING POOR, POOR SLACKER
WORK HABITS. Cuz of your fuck – off work
habits and procrastinations every single day and not having your work done and
god knows what the fuck else! Like your
trouble with taking orders from other men, your passive aggression, your
narcissism and maybe they all knew about one – fucking – too – many of your
hospital coffee shop tête à têtes with all of your twatly lab techs! Didn’t they all? Didn’t Supervisor Shark?! He knew you to be an utter medical staffer
fuckup, didn’t he?!”
“All of those hours and hours and hours you frittered
away. Squandered, You Fucking Selfish Slacker,
so we soooo just ‘had to have a lot of babysitters?’ Fuck that, Herry. You needed
a lot of babysitters, both literally for your sons cuz you so were not there for them. And,
figuratively. Cuz Dr. Shark and the
other bosses couldn’t get you to willingly and cheerfully accept their
authority over you and get their assignments to you fucking done correctly and
in a timely manner! Now that
is the fucking Truth, and you didn’t think I knew and Judge Seizor
sure’s hell didn’t either, did he?! That
it was you who wanted to leave
Hershey because you couldn’t get along, and they were about to fucking fire you
right there in the fucking middle of your residency, something pretty much unheard of, huh?! That is why we left Hershey for Missouri
–– instead of just my taking graduate classes there! True that is.
O so head bangingly true it is.
Straight up.”
And this? O, this
could so easily have been tangibly proved to a judge, too. Pink fucking slips evidentiarily scripted
down regarding Dr. Herod Edinsmaier all over the pink fucking Hershey Medical
Center personnel records’
landscape. But, no –– never any such
tangible proof did any judge see. Or, as
a matter of lamentable fact, did any judge care
to see.
I graduate not in
June 1986! “In June 1986? In June 1986, Lying Herry, I am getting up at
4 am on every single Friday morning to drive four hours from Manhattan over to
Columbia to sleep on cushions on my grad student office floor and then drive
home Monday nights in June 1986, to be back to attend children before beginning my first assistant
professorship which did not start until July 1986. So no,
Herry, I marched and was hooded on 01 August 1986,
after two grueling summer months to finish totally and completely in
four fucking years flat – absolutely fricking all there was to an
entire PhD dissertation and degree program in Veterinary Microbiology which you
cannot even fucking spell correctly – something most persons, female
or male, with three babies under five years of age have no idea of even
starting, let alone, aren’t capable of finishing. But I did.
I did that, Herry, didn’t I? In
four fucking years flat I did it all! And, no … no, no, no. No, soooo nooooo, thanks for any of it to you.
You, if you did anything at all, Herry, you so hindered me. You so fucked with me, didn’t you?”
“Two more I’ll make the effort of which to explain the Truths. If I can get over laughing so hysterically
here. And those are the bloody ludicrous
and mucked – up statements you, Daddee Herry, ... that you made about being ‘unemployed’ when a mama – when a mama anywhere – has three little kids.
That one?! That one just fucking
stands alone, so stupid and loud it is, doesn’t it, Jury? Soooo stupid!
Soooo patriarchally stupid!”
And about Herry’s commitment to me and to the Truemaier Boys about us all staying in Ames for them to graduate high school?! I guess really the only explanation necessary
here is this one: this is the mother – fucking first time I’ve ever heard of such a
commitment of Herry’s! In this affidavit, that is! In other words, Herry, there never was such an avowal of yours for
true, was there?! Never before this
affidavit! You fucking made that one
up! Just to snow daJudge! Gosh, on that one, too, I just cannot stop
laughing. Except for this reason. That here?
With this particular lie of yours, Herry? How could there be such hard – and – fast
proof to a judge that there ever really was or there wasn’t such a promise made
at all? It was never written down so, Yeah Jury, it’s
one example of the thousands and thousands and thousands all over Acts One, Two
and Three of a family civil court phenomenon known as ‘he – said / she – said’. We shall so read and hear many, many more of
these thousands!”
The lies of Section B about Herry’s involvement as a father
with his children are hilariously ridiculous, too. And, every fucked mother today 14 years out
from these of Herry’s, tells me she reads in her “sworn” divorce and custody
documents so such the very same ones.
And they get away with them. Nearly
all fathers do today, too. Fathers, any kind of them, are back to wresting
total custody away – that is, they are back to the taking of their perceived “ownership,” their self – directed, self
– centered aprovechar – their taking away from biological and other
mothers at a rate unparalleled for 75 – some odd years. But not since before about 1920, or 1930,
though. Except for the last seven
decades or so. In other words, at a rate
just the very precise same as that for the last 12 millennia. Lies like Herry’s, besides the maleness –
like – the – pillared – judge thing, are why, too.
i)
“Zena” instead of Zane throughout the entire affidavit,
not just Section B. For every instance
where Zane is named in Herry’s sworn affidavit, Zane’s alleged “father” doesn’t
get my
firstborn’s first name correct ever. Ever. What does that say? I mean, what
the fuck does that scream?!
ii)
“Jesse, born December 15, 1978,”
iii)
“From 1974 through 1978, we jointed shared in all child
care responsibilities with the exception of bathing and breastfeeding. I cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and changed
diapers. … the time demands required we equally share the child caring
responsibilities,”
iv)
“During the 1978-79 school year, I commuted back from Iowa City to Ames
every weekend,”
v)
regarding Hershey, “we needed a babysitter,”
vi)
“because Legion was working nights, I would get up in
the morning to care for the children and attend to their morning needs,”
vii)
“However, at night I cared for the children. At this stage of the boys’ lives, toilet
training became important. Because my
wife Legion is deaf in her left ear, when the children would get up in the
middle of the night, as they often did, they would come and wake me up and I
would tend to their toilet and other nightly needs,”
viii)
“I became quite involved in taking care of the children
during this period of time,”
ix)
“I played a primary role in deciding the choice of
school, and the age in which the children would enter school,”
x)
“I continue to hold their education part of their
wellbeing and my main concern in life,”
xi)
“I have done everything I could to help [Zena] accomplish
that [art] skill,”
xii)
“On Mondays, Fridays, and on the weekends, however, I
helped to those things. We employed no
babysitters on those days I was home,”
xiii)
“I still helped with all child rearing
responsibilities,”
xiv)
“I consider the children to be my primary
responsibility regardless of how tired I may be ... But my first commitment is to my kids … I
made a commitment to my children that we would stay in Ames
and the children would graduate from highschool in Ames.”
How many are these?
Fourteen? Just in The Lie
Department alone to daJudge, I – I, Legion True ... that’s Doctor Legion True, – I rate more lies about me from Herry than do even
all three kids! Well, that –– that right there must be something upon which to brag, not?!
But about them, those lies about the kids? Jesse?
Born 15 December? “Shit, Herry,
that means you up and fucked this mother that I so am right after, well, … probably
in the goddamn hospital delivery room, doesn’t it?! Like the vag exam models you were mind – raping
back in med school? Why do I say
that? Why? Well, do the frickin’ math, So – Many –
Degreed Herry. How in the hell, if you
didn’t fuck me right there and then after I’d immediately just bulldozed Jesse
out, then how in the hell did I go on to grow, also propel out and begin
lactating Mirzah in just nine months and two weeks later!?!”
“JYeah, I know you knew I, twice, twice in just that nearly identical four – year length of time, I
Legion was gestating and lactating at the very same goddamn time – twice!
Pregnant with Jesse and nursing Zane, then pregnant with Mirzah but yet still
nursing Jesse. Hence, the reason for the exhaustion collapse onto
the fucking Solon veterinary practice’s floor with Miss Evelyn, we come to find
out the next day when I – alone, of
course – visit my doctor, don’t
we, Herry? Don’t we?! You, Husband Herry, who did absolutely fucking
nothing as a spouse, let alone, as a scientist or as a physician about birth –
controlling! But, hey, even for me, being fucked and
impregnated right there on the delivery room table in order to shell out Mirzah
in just another nine months flat, ... even
for me!, that’s damn near mighty fuckin’ miraculous, Mormony Catholic Herry!
! !”
“So Jesse wasn’t
born on 15 December, was he, Herry, but exactly four months earlier than that, wasn’t he, Herry
– that is, on 15 August instead!? What another hoot! The so – called “father” of child #2 – and a
man of medicine at that – can’t even get Jesse’s fucking birthday, ah, er … that’s Jesse’s birthing day … correct! Yet I’m the one who went into that courtroom
the first and every time after Act One thinking … believing … that
this sort of thing would matter to Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor – about who
was primary in our lives and for whom were we each primary –– when
… it, so very clearly, never did matter! In just telling this – it becomes even more so
when considering all of your lies of how responsible and of how accountable you
swear that you were, Herry? Getting up
in the goddamn nighttime with the Boys, getting up in the morning with the Boys
and having them ready for the goddamn day.
These? These lies projecting onto
yourself that which I am responsible, truly responsible for, fucking diss me
the most – because, god knows and so does every other mother whether single,
staying married or becoming single again, that the Boys and I soooo could have
used that accountability from you. Every
one of us mothers can, but this daJudge already knows before you even lie to
him. His ‘Honor’, daJudge, has lied to
himself about how it is that his ex – wife only ‘babysat’ his four daughters
like you, too, called my mothering –– my parenting –– of the very own babies whom
I alone … grew! … ‘babysitting,’ Herry.
daJudge tells himself, too, just how splendid and just how fantastic a
housekeeper and a mighty fine childcare provider he, too, was. So when you say you are, you did, you made,
you got up, you coached, you drove, you cleaned, you cooked, you encouraged art
and mechanics –– you soooo sacrificed your own wants and desires because you
gave the Boys your very all –– ? Why, …
you are soooo, so fucking good at it and that you, most importantly here, will now quite definitely keep that all up
and that that’s why you should be given full physical care custody, why, fuck
Herry, you’re home free with … with ‘His
Honor’: the goddamn lying – to – his –
own – self Mr. Also – Pillared Judge Man!”
“But, hey Herry, you better here not lie toooo goddamn well.
Or, you just might! You can, for
chris’sake! You can end up having physical care custody of all three of my Truemaier Boys and then you really, really having to do it all
alone like I, in Truth, did do! Ha! Herry!
You better watch it here with this sugar and honey slop of yours to
daJudge! And lastly, Herry, regarding
that I – am – so – accountable – to – my – kids lie #iv), the one where you
were supposedly commuting back and forth every weekend the year of 1978 to
1979? What a grueling toll on you that
must’ve been: why, boo – hoo, boo –
fucking – hoo, poor you, poor you … Huh?
And so, too, would daJudge so surely think it hard and soooo parentingly
committed of you to’ve done, not? Well, really
though, Herry, what about that?
Is that – any of it – True?!
I mean I finished and graduated from veterinary medical school on a
Saturday morning in the middle of May 1978, Jesse well long into my belly some
six months already with Baby Zane in tow, and began working –— I
did –––at the Solon, Iowa, practice the very next Monday morning
because we were all, by then, moved and living in
that coral – colored trailer on the edge of Iowa City! Soooo:
why whatever for then, Herry, were you –– as you swear that you were
–– driving every mother – fucking weekend back and forth to Ames from 1978 to 1979!? Weeeell, that just didn’t quite happen that
way, did it? Not for even ooooone
weekend did you ‘sacrifice’! Not
even at all!!”
“Section C is the funniest, though. Truly.
The Boys are not mentioned so I feel very little sorrow with regard to C
and read there, Truly, only the sick humor of Herry’s! The 51 words about how he drank booze, beer
alone it was, Jury, but saw the Light! And
sought the Light! JYeah, riiiight,
Herry, since 1977, you spent all of those years in self – improvement, did you?!? Noooot!!! Not since 1977, did you get fucking help from
anyone, least of all from alcoholics
anonymous or even maintain a membership there!
What a load of crockshit, Herry!”
This would’ve, too, been so easily tangibly proved –– had Judge Seizor
simply ordered it to be so tangibly proved –– which, of course, … he soooo did not.
And C’s entire second paragraph, all only about Dr. Legion
True and my long and deep sufferings of bookoo disorders within disorders! That is so funny. I never even knew till rereading this now as
I typed it that I suffered codependency from Husband #1 John’s problems with
drugs! John smoked pot now and
then: let’s see, back this would’ve been
before, during and just after Woodstock to which we hitchhiked together in mid August
of 1969, and he did a couple of hits of LSD after that I think and, hhmmm, what
else? Nothing. Nothing of which I ever knew! Perhaps he had done more, but I didn’t know
of it. ‘Problems with drugs’ I did not
know John to have had; he smoked marijuana but not even that regularly and
functioned in his day job as a New York City travel trade magazine writer just
fine. And liked it! No problems of which I ever knew. Let alone, of which … I ever told Herry! “Now?
Now I am having to defend, defend, defend … for a person – John – whom
Herod Edinsmaier hasn’t even met! Never
even one time – yet Herry soooo
knows, doesn’t he, Your ‘Honor’, … and is, carte blanche, permitted by you to
disparage even John!”
“And not only is there no Regional Substance
Abuse Center,
but I was the ‘fall of 1987’, Herry, fucking coaching Mirzah’s soccer team, the
one for which you so flamboyantly volunteered to be the coach, wasn’t I?! But you only showed up twice! Two times
only! And then with no funky soccer
mamas to scope out, suddenly you couldn’t, by its season’s very third practice,
… you, Dr. Herod Edinsmaier, you just couldn’t seem to get away to coach
anymore at all! … so that I went on
to do all of your sessions that
entire autumn. I never had any time for
therapy: I was working! As a parent! As … the primary parent!”
“And ‘the violent temper’ pronouncement? Here was more projection onto me,
Jury, and, this time, all of the blame, too!
Let’s recap here for real, Herry.
The Truth. On
this thing, Herry, deal. Deal with
it. Straight up. Literally dead serious.”
“I am not the one here, Herry, who goes ballistic at the
mere mention in your earshot vicinity of the two words, ‘gay guy’, am I? Not only am I the veterinarian and you the
pathologist, I the caretaker and healer of living creatures not even able to
tell me what feels wrong with them and you the dead – carver and tissue –
splitter who doesn’t even have to try
to relate to his ‘patients’ –– literally –– at all; but it was you, Doctor – “Healer”
Herod Edinsmaier, you, Herry, who actually handed that mother at the Columbia
morgue door her very own dead three – year – old child,
naked,
without so much as a crib sheet covering its lifeless corpse. That was
you, too, Dr. Edinsmaier, you who right out loud mocked and chortled, you who
snorted and sneered and sniggered at me every single time I spoke to you or
anyone else within your range of hearing about … the mother – child bond. At that ––
at the bond between child and mother –– you Herry, you actually fucking
laughed. Every single time. Must be
why, Herry, you could actually threaten both Zane and me with Zane’s death,
couldn’t you? Besides the violence of
your woman – hating pornography that you consumed with my little ones,
you
actually threatened to kill my child, too, didn’t you, Herry? And just the very year before! So I am not talking about the cold, late
November when Robyn and Robin, thank goodness, were home when I so needed them, am I, cuz that happened in
Columbia in the presence of all three of my even littler sons then,
didn’t it? When you physically hoisted
me up onto your shoulder and flung me over your back like a bag of feed or a
sack of some much shittin’ waste. And
threw me out of my home. My
own home. You, “The Good Doctor,” did that, and then
you up and locked me clean out of it. For two days and two cold, November nights. Away from my home and away from my babies. And I had to ask my friends, Robyn and Robin,
for a temporary place to crash! No,
Herry, I’m not talking about your earlier years of brutality, tyranny and
terrorism; I’m talking about Othello
Drive right here in Ames –– inside it and behind it. How come ya’ left this one out of your
affidavit to daJudge Man, Herry? It’s
not like a year later when writing and submitting this affidavit to ‘The Court,’
ya’ couldn’t’ve remembered having perped it, is it?!
You threatened to hurl Zane into the swollen and raging and so freezing
Squaw Creek behind our home in the damned Brookside Forest
that last spring of 1988. With Jesse who
was 9 and Mirzah just 8 huddled and gaping on together back up on the deck,
Herry. So afraid they were that you were
coming back up there for the two of them next.
So was I! You were going to throw
them in, too, weren’t you? Or threaten to. And we all knew it. It was just a matter of your coming back up
there to the deck for them, too. I am
down on my mother – fucking knees clinging to Zane’s legs … begging and begging
and begging You, the Good and Wonderful Doctor, not to kill him. This, followed it was by your ever, ever
famous snide smirkface squint of … ‘Gotcha, Bitch!’, this death threat of killing
my child – after Zane, just
age 11, had jumped up onto
your back trying his damnedest to get you, Daddy Dearest, off … of
me! You had me, Dear Doctor
Sperm Donor of my children,
pinned down – your knee crushing my breastbone – to the master bed with your
raised and clenched fist threatening my left periorbital bone, eye, forehead
and cheek, hadn’t you?! You whirled up
and around, swept up Zane and ran with him, him now pinned into your clutch to
the riverbank with me rushing and begging behind and Jesse and Mirzah staring
on aghast and so full of fear. You did
that, Herry. You and you alone. Just the year before this very
affidavit! Your children come first, do
they? At all times even? So accountable are you with their
responsibilities, are you? Just right on
top of it at all times? Riiiiiight, Dr.
Edinsmaier, I’ll say you are. You just
keep on telling daJudge that fuck. You
know he never checks for sure, does he? You
know that. For certain you
do, doncha’?”
These pillared male judges about whom Dr. Herod Edinsmaier soooo,
so looks quite like? Why, they’ll never,
never, ever check out Liar Herry’s stories for how real, for how True – or
not – they are, will they?! “You
so, so know this one wee fact, don’t you?!
They will not. So it ends up,
doesn’t it, O Great Fathering One … that cuz of who you actually resemble in
maleness and in pillaredness, … … that it is soooo, soooo easy to lie to and to
deceive anyone inside an American civil court of ‘law’ and get
clean, slick away with it, isn’t it?! You literal Mother – Fucker!”
“So much for short, short section C. On to D.
Its lies. i) ‘in 1985, she
gathered the children around and told them they would never see me again until
they were 16. This caused two of our
children to run away from home for a short period of time.’ Truth?
Truth is, isn’t it, Herry: Zane
ran away because I gathered him around and told him he couldn’t go off fishing
by himself at Robyn and Robin’s that afternoon!
And that I wasn’t able to take him out fishing to Finger Lakes State Park
either. And when – in his running away –
he got as far away as the busy, eight – lane intersection about four blocks
from our duplex, he paused for several minutes, then even angrier because there
was no way he could get across it, Zane turned around and trudged back on
home. And how do I know any of this,
Herry? How? Isn’t it because Jesse and I told you what he and I were really doing while all of this
was happening to Zane? The two of us,
Jesse and I, had gathered ourselves, hadn’t we Herry, into the Shitbox Dodge
and were following Zane out of his view, Jesse beside me on the front seat, and
both of us saw this entire display, didn’t we?!
Then we also told you that
both of us witnessed from a side street where we were parked something else
most disconcerting: that when a Columbia
cop drove right by Zane in that July heat and saw him all covered up there on
the corner in his heavy winter parka packing a fishing pole and a bunch of
other gear but with no winter and no frozen – over pond anywhere within that
hot summer’s sight, that cop still didn’t do a thing. He didn’t even pull over and stop to talk to
Zane and ask him what was up. We told you all of this when you got
home! It was 1985 all right so Zane,
being all of 9 years of age, looked only that old to anyone. Especially, we thought, to a lawman. Jesse, only 7, even remarked on it: that how could a policeman drive on by a
little kid dressed like that and packing belongings and obviously looking like
he was trying to cross a busy, busy highway and not even notice?! Now that
is what really happened! That’s what the
Truth is, isn’t it, Herry?! And,
furthermore, it was I and Jesse who were keeping guard over Zane. It was never, never, never you, Daddee –
Herry, who was safekeeping Zane – ever!”
And as regards lie #ii) the minimal access? “Why, Herry, you know why that really happened,
you pornography perv!!! It is easier to
lie to and to deceive in an American court of civil law, isn’t it? I gave them over to your mother – fucking,
perverted ‘fatherly care’ up till early January 1989, every single friggin’
weekend for over 48 hours and then, well, you would not stop with your true
addiction. You wouldn’t even try. You wouldn’t even try to stop – or go to get
help to try to cease with it. Fuck, you
won’t even acknowledge it to this day – let alone, the crimes of providing
pornography to minor children, O Pillared Daddee! So,
hell, was I to endanger the Boys
longer than that?! I
think not!!!”
Little did I know then what Rachel has since so succinctly
stated, “And don’t you forget it, Legion:
there jus’ ain’t no judge who doesn’t surf porn himself!” Rachel is, well, right on the very mark,
isn’t she? “And not only the judges, is
it Herry? It was Mr. Jazzy Jinx himself,
my attorney, whose den, like yours
Herry, also contained Playboy for his
– and for who else’s, for all we know – for his casual off hours’ perusal. It was Mr. Jazzy Jinx who, himself physically
manhandling me, rammed me –— his very own
client, for chris’sake! –— upside the inside of his slammed office door and
bellowed at me, ‘Shut up, Legion! Now
you just shut up ‘bout this sex addiction stuff! You’re so exasperating, Legion! You have to shut up about this, you hear
me! Cuz, cuz, a … ah … ah … a lotta nice
people read Playboy, Legion. An’ ah, ah, it isn’t gonna play well. In court I mean. You can’t be saying this stuff in court, I’m
tellin’ ya! It just won’t play there at
all! Believe me!’ Even though it was The Fucking Truth, it
wouldn’t play well there in court Jinx had just fucking admitted, Herry. Soooo, how would I know about his own goddamn
den, do ya’ suppose, Herry? S’pose
someone else who knows pornography’s pernicious deadliness told me about it
when she happened to be there in it – Jinx’s den – when at his own home
visiting? S’pose someone – other than I!
– thinks pornography in the hands of little children is a … well, what,
Herry? What would that be, Herry, d’ya’s’pose?!
Try the word ‘crime’! We think
it’s a mother – fucking crime, Herry, don’t we, Realtor Madonna and I do?! As regards ‘the safety and wellbeing of
children and moral climate’ of section fucking D, Herry?”
Pornography, any
form of it, in the hands of, let alone
in the subscribed – to name of, minor
children are the crimes of child
endangerment and child abuse. That is what it really is. “But daJudge, even my own lawyer besides
yours, Herry, and of course, you yourself, Daddy Herry Dearest? Were you all going to point all of your
fingers back at yourselves ever? More
accurately, were they each ever going to stop this woman – loathing act? O, let’s just fucking summon up the First
Amendment here. The one no woman ever
had a hand or voice in constructing, that
First Amendment. And the one that,
when constructed, was never done so by those men with the intent by any of them
that it would also work for the Not Males, the DEhumans, the
females. Just summon it up. And, ‘Move the hell on,’ Jinx was so loud, so
angry and soooo hands – on that afternoon. One thing more I can now say with the
staunchest of strength, conviction and will, ‘Herry, just whoooooa! You just back the fuck up here. Nooooo invoking the First Amendment with me
you don’t, not any bloody damn more, you don’t!
No fucking First Amendment on this with me, Herry Daddee. Not with me.
How dare you entitle this section D anything
–– anything
at all –– about the so – called, alleged safety or wellbeing or moral
climate for kids. The very kids who were
sperm DNA – spawned by you. How mother –
fucking dare you, Herod Edinsmaier, You Child – Molesting Criminal!’”
