CHAPTER 26: The Overture [3rd part]
From "The Saga of One F**ked Mother"
CHAPTER 26 of Mother-Fucking: The Saga of One Fucked Mother is “The Overture”. This chapter is too long for a newsletter so it will be posted in parts. This is the third part.
In this next part of "The Overture”, Legion continues to revisit Herry’s [Petitioner’s] sworn-under-oath opening declaration/affidavit, which he divides into 4 sections: A, B, C, and D. She continues to call him out on his lies, distortions and errors about their marriage and family. In his bid to take sole custody of the boys, Herry claims Legion is the dangerous parent and he the protective one, an obvious projection from a sociopathic mind.
Legion [Respondent] is annoyed that she is tasked with the job of rebutting all the lies he’s told about her—why should she have to defend herself anyway? And will the judge, or anyone, really even care? But she sets herself to the task of rebuttal, starting with section A.
Dr. Blue’s novel is based on her own experience of the Custody Crisis. It uniquely conveys how Family Court judges are “mother-fucking” women—a form of systemic oppression and violence directed at ex-wives—as protagonist Legion is systematically and methodically deprived of her children and money and reduced to “one fucked mother”.
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TEASERS
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.
But, otherwise, this is the statistical reality: fathers and their gametes are not to be messed with. Both are only to be exalted. Sperm exaltation. Father and fatherhood exaltation.
CHAPTER 26
Dr. True's Opera in Three Acts—with Five Parts
The Overture [continued]
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 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 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 loooose 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! Whooooa! I don’t even want to imagine!
* * * *
“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 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 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? Noooo 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, with 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. Okaaaay, 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, suuuure … 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.
[to be continued…]
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Dr. Legion True: One Fucked Mother
Dr. Herod (Herry) Edinsmaier: Legion’s husband/Sperm Source [“re: I am snide” backwards]
Zane Truemaier: Legion’s son
Jesse Truemaier: Legion’s son
Mirzah Truemaier: Legion’s son
AmTaham True: Legion’s father [Mahatma backwards]
Mehitable True: Legion’s mother [Me hit-able—i.e. she was abusive]
Ardys and Endys: Legion’s sisters [names backwards]
Sterling: Legion’s brother [her mother’s planned name of next son (who never came)]
Mi Sprision O'Revinnoco: Herry’s sister [misprision: concealing knowledge of treason/O'Revinnoco = O'Connivero backwards]
Juggern Aut Misein Edinsmaier: Legion’s father-in-law [juggernaut; aut = 0; misein = “to hate (misogyny)”]
Detanimod Edinsmaier: Legion’s mother-in-law [dominated backwards]
Ava Saffron True and Zebulon True: respectively, Legion's paternal grandmother and her husband, Legion's paternal grandfather
Rowland and Wyman Natures: respectively, Legion's most favored uncle and most favored male first cousin
Fannie Issicran McLive: fawning enabler of ex [narcissi(st) and Mc(Evil) backwards]
Legion’s Friends: Margaret, Mona, Yanira, Stormy, Lynda, László, Jane, Kincaid, Joseph, Sheryl
Legion’s Best Friends: Ms Grace and Dr Lionel Portia
Wende: = Legion's friend after divorce [committed suicide due to Custody Crisis]
Jim Cornball: Herry’s acquaintance from AA and realtor
Loser Lorn: Insurance agent referred by Cornball
Judge Harley Butcher: Family Court judge
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor: Family Court judge
Judge Barry Crowrook: Appellate Court judge
Judge Pansy Shawshank: Appellate Court judge
Jazzy Jinx: Legion’s Family Court lawyer who sold her out
Shindy Scheisser: Herry’s lawyer [shindy = noisy; scheisser = German for shithead]
Li Zhang: Herry’s Aussie affair
Dr Freddie Goldstein & Ella: Herry’s colleague and wife
Mick: = Herry's acquaintance from high school; best man [not in Herry’s life after that as he had no true friends]
Varry Wussamai: Herry's AA sponsor (not a real friend) [I am a wuss backwards]
David Humes: nursing student; classmate of Legion's, y1968 - y1971, New York City
Edmund Silver: Legion's boyfriend pre-Herry
Braemore St: where Legion and her family lived, y1983 - y1986
Havencourt condominium: Legion's Ames apartment; after separation
Zephyr: tabby cat of Zane's, Mirzah's, Jesse's [pronounced “Zay – fear”]
Madonna: realtor
Larry Brouhaha: court-mandated marriage counselor
Carlotta Klutz: Legion’s Family Court attorney
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor: District Court judge on first two trials
Judge Harley Butcher: District Court judge for third trial
Dr. Shark: Herry’s residency supervisor who fired him
Carrie Canard: custody evaluator
Author: Dr. Blue, aka Ofherod, BSN, DVM, PhD = Commander Edinsmaier's Handmaid (Commander reiamsnidE's Handmaid)
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