CHAPTER 28: The Opera: Act III; Pt. 4 [cont. 12]
From "The Saga of One F**ked Mother
The third custody trial continues after a two-month delay. Legion is questioning the stepmother on the stand, who reluctantly admits she has never told the boys she loves them. Legion is trying to make the point to the Court that she, the biological mother and primary bond, is necessary for the children’s emotional well-being. She has not figured out yet that the judge does not care at all about the boys’ well-being or safety—that The Fix was in for The Father on day one. Legion is irate at how the stepmother is able to continuously lie under oath and “not one mother-fucking thing” can be done about it.
In the last section of Chapter 28, Legion’s third custody trial is underway. She is questioning her witnesses on direct. She begins to recognize “the Look” between the judge and opposing counsel and Herry that that is a tip-off to the truth—that this is just a show trial and she did not have a “snowball’s chance in hell” of winning. Halfway into direct examinations of her 15 witnesses, Legion comes down with the stomach flu and the judge takes the opportunity to continue the trial until October.
CHAPTER 28 of Mother-Fucking: The Saga of One Fucked Mother begins with Act III, Part 4 of “The Opera” from Book 3. The Opera has three Acts with five Parts—one for each of the three Family Court and two Appellate Court trials. Chapter 28 covers all of Act III: Part 4: the third Family Court trial and Part 5: the second Appellate trial. This is a long chapter and will be published in newsletter-sized bites.
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—as protagonist Legion is systematically and methodically deprived of her children and money and reduced to “one fucked mother”.
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TEASERS
It is that simple. It truly, truly is. To lie and to deceive, depending upon who you are and what your pedigree is, in an American court of family law, that is literally all that it takes. Because he can. Because he is a male and he is a pillar and because she is his Next Cunt in the Stash, she lied again and, at the same time, mockingly guffawed at me from her post there on the witness stand where she was sworn to tell the Truth…
She did not know that violent abusers like Herry and endangering people such as herself get awards of primary physical care custody of minor children all of the fucking time! And that, even if challenged on appeal, those discriminating and destructive decisions willfully go by … wholly uncorrected. The abuser prevails. And nothing changes. And the children continue to … grow up … without their mother. With their mother––to them––vengefully made … invisible!
BOOK 3: Dr. True's Opera in Three Acts—with Five Parts
CHAPTER 28: The Opera: Act III; Part 4 [cont. 12]
…September 1992 finally melded into the next “‘Court’-appointed,” soooo ‘Court’ delayed-trial month, and Frieda and I climbed into the family‑sized, seven‑passenger Shitbox, only it was a Chevy now and not the Dodge … a wagon dubbed Ol’ Black, and not really used by a family at all … there being just me, obviously. And together the two of us drove the 20 miles west to there resume the Second Judicial District Court Trial Number Three––again … its taking itself up––finally––on another Wednesday morning. Wednesday, the 28th of October!
Friend Frieda––again … took up her solo sentry post in that particular courthouse’s hallway, one inside a friggin’ ‘nother county! … cane, book, lunch, her presence and abiding spirit and all. Grace, by now of course, was back in town and more than ready to testify; but first up came Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive who, all along, had being allowed and did listen to everyone else’s testimonies!!!!, she being the only unsequestered witness whom ‘the Court’––who was, in Truth, only just another guy!!!! named Harley Butcher––kept allowing inside the courtrooms’ galleries everywhere!!!!–––at any courtly‑like venue we all seemed to eventually find ourselves! What fuck! What … literally … only mother‑fuck!
Ms. McLive, the Not Mother, could not tell ‘the Court’, um, this guy Butcher, what the “step” part in “step‑parent” meant––but, then, he Butcher, er, daJudge, um, His Honor, did not know what it meant … either!
“I have no idea of the derivation. I don’t have a dictionary with me,” her heh‐, heh‐ , heh‑ing mightily implied, of course, to the Blonde Bitch’s … to my questioning of The Not Mother; and, too, there’s that famous phrase of hers again, that is, Ms. McLive’s having “no idea” … regarding squat!
“You don’t know what it then means to “step” back or to “step” forward in the presence or the absence of a biological parent: Is that what you are telling ‘the Court’?” I, the examiner, asked of the King’s Nottingham Sheriff. Why was I not in the least at all surprised?!
I could not get the woman to define biological maternal‑child bonding because “I have no such experience; I am not a birth mother;” and, although stating about the Truemaier Boys that “sometimes they’re very lovable,” … when she had departed West Virginia to accompany her King back to Iowa for Part Four of The Opera, neither one of them, neither she nor Dr. Herod Edinsmaier (who was to later attest to this factoid … that is, to testify!), ever at all actually told one Truemaier child, when they walked out of their West Virginia door to take a flight five states’ distance away from the Boys!, that he was … loved. This? This from the sperms’ sourcing Daddee‑Herry? This is just flummoxing!
And, Jury? And unconscionable!
“Have you at any time since September 21, 1990, said ‘I love you’ to any one of the Truemaier children?” I continued, 21 September 1990 being the file‑stamped date of Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor’s decreeing that Herod Edinsmaier, indeed, be “the primary caregiver parent” and Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive the … well, “the Hostile Takeover Mother when Mehitable’s not physically around to do that – parent,” I guess.
“Have you turned to them, looked them in their eyes, any one of the three Truemaier teenage children, teenage children being incorrigible at times, and told them, ‘I love you, Mirzah. I love you, Zane. Or, I love you, Jesse?”
“No, I have not verbally told them that.” It was to be determined, except for my surreptitious sentences the Boys inside West Virginia received by stealth methods which truly only consisted of a couple of times, then, since that so, so sad Monday of 28 October 1991, when I myself had last hugged Mirzah and Zane and … when Jesse had escaped capture and gone missing to us all, that the Truemaier Boys had not heard a parent tell them, “I love you …” And it was, by then, two days over … an entire, bloodied year later.
Moments later, the Good and Wonderful Doctor’s response to the same questioning came as merely, “No.”
The “primary caregiving parent” had not seen it a fit- and “caregiving”‑thing to do to tell “his” very own three sons that he loved them in over a year’s time––and Herry sure’s hell was not about to let me, their invisible mom, have a chance to tell them this either! The only message that was loudly getting through to them, and back to me too of course, was resoundingly clear, “Sons, you have no mother! Mother, you have no sons!” “Is it, Jury, in any way any wonder that two of them today steadfastly refuse to use the verb “love” in any of their salutations or closings to me, their mama, either in written form or verbally?! I truly believe that both Jesse and Zane are … well, unable, not just unwilling, to do so ...
I continued with Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive about the custody evaluator––the incredibly incompetent, literally mother‑fucking, twice‑appointed custody evaluator! “Why did you withhold information from Ms. Canard about your mental and physical health histories prior to her giving a recommendation to Judge Seizor? Did you withhold information from her about the fact that you now admit to post‑traumatic stress disorder, panic attack disorder, and to having severe problems with your lower back?”
Ms. McLive responded, “First of all, I do not admit to having severe problems with my lower back. I had one back surgery, not as you have stated in documents, numerous back surgeries. I was at one time obese. I do believe I told Ms. Canard that. It is not as you have described as chronic obesity.”
“I didn’t ask her about obesity, Your Honor.”
Ms. McLive circumvented my questioning about her own mental capacity again … or attempted to, “I am trying to state that I did not knowingly go into Ms. Canard and say, ‘Ms. Canard, I once hospitalized myself for post‑traumatic stress syndrome many years ago.’ She did not ask me. I did not knowingly withhold any information from her. I did not knowingly tell any lies when I took the MMPI. She did not ask me. Had she asked me, I would have told her.”
I had known it! I had known that there was some biiiig, big secret! “You can assure Judge Butcher, can you, that in no way will you ever have another panic attack, “panic attack” as is described in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Psychiatric Disorders?” Fuck! I was fucking scared––for my Boys’ health and safety!––since finding out from “Journaling” Herry’s handwritten smoking gun, the Opprobrious Eight Pages about The Hostile Takeover Mother’s having been, at some time in their not too distant past, … … “attacked.” I was friggin’ frightened for the safety of my own children––with their being put at all into this person’s care, let alone, seemingly nearly all of the mother‑fucking time!
“No, I cannot assure. I cannot assure, as I told you in phone conversations which are entered in transcripts, I cannot assure you that I will not have a panic attack. I was hospitalized for post‑traumatic stress syndrome once for four days.” But, hey, none of this, Jury, although I had soooo sought it in pretrial Discovery with Interrogatories and Production of Documents had ever, ever come back to me! Nothing about this had been produced and handed over to me, let alone, ever “introduced” either … to Evaluator Canard! Or, … to daJudge, er, that other, first guy––Seizor––of Trials’ One and Two decisions!
I had merely put 2 and 2 together and taken a chance in asking the question based on my education––and lo and behold––it was all true! Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive, indeed, had a history of documented mental problems––no differently and no less so than the Sixth Floor Hotel had––wrongly––saddled me with same! With … such said (“type” of) documentation! Only, although I had tried to obtain them, I just could not get Liar Herry and Shyster Scheisser to hand this same type of documentation over to me––the medical documents about Ms. Fannie … which said so! It is that simple. It truly, truly is. To lie and to deceive, depending upon who you are and what your pedigree is, in an American court of family law, that is literally all that it takes. Because he can. Because he is a male and because that male is a pillar.
The barnburner of a question to Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive came next––that is, my smoking‑gun query put to this person! This one on the very last day of Trial Three. But, O O O O, did Mr. Shindy Scheisser noooot like it!
“Would you tell ‘the Court’, Ms. McLive,” I asked, “what was the trauma after which there was stress? As defined by the title ‘post‑traumatic stress syndrome’? There was stress. What was … the trauma … after which there followed then … the stress?”
O, we all could have heard a fucking pin drop after Ms. McLive’s gasp on this one!
Of course, there was no … “we all” … of a true Jury in This Opera––only daJudge. DaJudge Butcher.
And I now know that the guy Butcher had already “decided” long, long before we all would be given or not given Fannie Issicran McLive’s answer back to me … just exactly how he was going “to find.” At any rate, Ms. McLive fucking‑fired both Herry and Mr. Scheisser stunned stares of “Rescue me! Rescue me! Rescue me! Rescue me!” Of … “I can’t let her know this shit! Fuck, do something! Don’t make me tell her this! I’ll never live it down if I have to tell her, her of all people, this! She’ll get the Boys for sure if the judge finds this shit out, Herry! Stop her! You’ve got to stop her! And stop her right the fuck now, Herry, or she will have to be given the boys!!!!”
Yeah! No district court judge would have dared leave ( … anyone’s!!!! … ) children with these two people, Herry Edinsmaier and Fannie McLive, after hearing, under sworn oath, … her shit. Appellate judges would have had to shoot down Butcher’s decree––if Judge Butcher, that is, if ‘the Court’, had thought that he could try to let Herry keep my Truemaier Boys!
But, then again, most probably not! That is, Herry indeed, probably could have kept Zane, Jesse and Mirzah with no problem to him at all … on appeal. Only thing was though: Just like me, Dr. Legion True, … why, Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive herself did not know that, then, from her perch up there on that particular county’s witness stand. She did not know that violent abusers like Herry and endangering people such as herself get awards of primary physical care custody of minor children all of the fucking time! And that, even if challenged on appeal, those discriminating and destructive decisions willfully go by … wholly uncorrected. The abuser prevails. And nothing changes. And the children continue to … grow up … without their mother. With their mother––to them––vengefully made … invisible!
Well, the “this” which I suspect she and Herry were so about to have to cough up and puke over to me there inside ‘daMan’s Court’ is that: Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s son‑in‑law, George I believe his name is, either “successfully” raped her or her adopted daughters or all of them or one or some of the two adopted daughters. Or, tried to. The man, the son‑in‑law, Herry’s stepdaughter’s husband, is mentally retarded as is Ms. McLive’s elder adopted daughter––two people that to that date of Ms. McLive’s testimony on Friday, 30 October 1992, and since, none of the Trues or the three Truemaier Boys, “stepbrothers” to the wife in that mawwied couple though they be, have ever, ever met! Furthermore, not only do I believe that he, this George person, tried or accomplished something of this violence and criminal nature, I further suspect that Ms. McLive herself, and possibly one or both of the adopted daughters, became pregnant. There may be other reasons why a single woman at or nearing the age of menopause would seek a tubal ligation––which Ms. McLive had long had completed by time of trial (again, from those Opprobrious Eight Pages of Herry‑Daddee’s ‘journaling’!)––but I do not know what those other reasons would be––except as a ‘prophylactic’ of sorts … for her own “peace of mind”?!
My own straightforward and unadorned thought on all of this, however? “Now, just how fucked up is all of that?!”
And joyously I further imagined Ms. McLive’s one thought to be something more akin and parallel to, “Yeah, am I ever right on this one! Legion’s, and now Judge Butcher’s too, knowing this is certainly not only humiliating but also making the probability of Legion’s gaining back custody of the Boys––after all of this aprovechar fraudulence and swindling of information away from her and our taking away from the Boys and Legion, from the four of them, everything … both tangibly and in spiritual separations from each other that Herry and I have done––our behaviors make her getting back custody nearly a certainty now! This news of the rapes plus what we’ve done to the four of them plus Herry’s Eight Pages! Legion has certainly more than succeeded at proving a ‘material change’ since the fucked‑up, fictitious and literally mother‑fucking “facts” we got away with lying about before Seizor’s 21 September 1990 decision! Legion certainly has shown us two “parents” up to be the fuckin’ frauds and abusers and endangering people––and criminals!!!!––that we, indeed, both are! Why, Herry and I don’t stand a chance anymore at staying in charge of the Truemaier minor children’s “care”!”
But they did! Shyster Scheisser jumped the fuck up! O, did he ever! Additionally as I have so many times before said, I believe Butcher never intended that I, pro se, a DEhuman and a cunty, blonde one at that, ever have a ghost of a true chance! And most certainly not up against a pillar of the community in Dr. Herod Edinsmaier … such as he, Mr. Harley Butcher, saw in his very own self, a district court judge in that very community! “May I voir dire the witness, Your Honor?”
To which, of course, ‘the Court’ allowed Mr. Scheisser his scheming scam, “Ms. McLive, when were you hospitalized with this post‑traumatic stress disorder?”
“1984.”
“I object, Your Honor. Predates!” waved Mr. Scheisser.
I think Judge Butcher, however and to use Ms. Abbey Gaffey’s words, was “juicily titillated” by Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s testimony and, so far, ‘twas still really only a cliffhanger. We did not know for sure, but he too was suspicious that there was something sexual involved! I think he just wanted to find out the rest of what Ms. McLive’s spicily salacious secret was––for that reason alone! The “excitement” of the story––even though he already knew how he was, custody‑wise, … going “to find.” “Go ahead, Ms. McLive, and answer if you recall it.”
“I recall it vividly, Your Honor. I have great difficulty, because it is of a personal nature. And the disclosure to Dr. True in the past about anything has been devastating to me, my family, my children,” Ms. McLive recounted.
I didn’t “take it”–– … as Teenager Eric from the junk mail factory had asked me about Little‑Man Herry and Herry‑Daddee’s aprovechar‑style taking from me the 81 months’ worth of child support checks (three of which he subsequently went on to so narcissistically and so swiftly lose!) when I soooo did not have it, especially during all four months of those six Iowa winters without heat! … to give over to the already rich‑enough, vengeance‑wreaking “healer”‑doctor. No, I did not “take it.” Instead I backed off the questioning of Ms. McLive and stopped forcing “her secret issue” answering––which would have been or should have been under oath described to us all in full, gory detail as well as sworn to … in open ‘Court’!
Actually, I regret my having done that now—now, of course, “her secret issue” is not “out there” to be inside Trial Three’s transcripts cuz … Dr. Legion True felt sorry for her! up there––helpless!––on the witness stand and, because of that, I softened! No. No, indeed: Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive did not respond––at all––because I let The Soooo‑Not Mother off my hook with, “Your Honor, I don’t need to hear it. That is a point well‑taken which she makes, however. You see, Your Honor? It is … still … prevalent today.”
Listen and look at her, Jury; Ms. McLive had just displayed such an immediate, visceral response! Whatever trauma there had once been, whatever it had been that so had fucked with her? Well, this definitely soooo … still stressed her!!!!––postdating, as it certainly did, any time of its infliction––and that stress in the Sheriff with her folie‑association with Herry‑Daddee was most endangering to Zane, Jesse and Mirzah I feared. I moved on, “Have you, since September 21, 1990, smoked … any cigarettes?”
“No, I have not.”
I gave Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive a chance … to recant.
“Ms. McLive, Dave Henderson was your postman, and he saw you smoking on your step. What was that … that you were smoking, if it wasn’t a tobacco cigarette?”
“I don’t know what Dave Henderson saw. I don’t know the connection between you and Dave Henderson, and if I were to sneak a smoke, I would not smoke on my front steps,” she lied. Outright perjury … as if nothing had just … happened!
“Have you then, indeed, sneaked smokes?”
“No,” she lied again.
“Of any nature?” I again gave her a chance to redeem her lies. “All right. Is it true that you have a tubal ligation and that none of your children you bore; is that true?”
“Yes.”
To which Mr. Scheisser again jumped up, voir dired and tried to hide fact! “Ms. McLive, the information that Dr. True just talked about, when is the date of that?”
“I had a tubal ligation in 1984 or 1985. I am unclear of the exact date.”
“Once again, Your Honor, she predates!” meaning me and Dr. True’s questions about Truth in Ms. McLive, facts which she and Herry Edinsmaier had always, till now, kept very well hidden, although called for in Discovery, before both Trials One and Two––both, then, by Attorneys Jazzy Jinx and Carlotta Klutz! It is that simple. It truly, truly is. To lie and to deceive, depending upon who you are and what your pedigree is, in an American court of family law, that is literally all that it takes. Because he can. Because he is a male and that male is a pillar.
Again as before with her “secret issue,” Judge Butcher, piqued by apparently possible juiciness in the woman’s upcoming answer, did ask me, “What is the relevance of that to the issues you are raising?”
“All right. Her not understanding the bonding and the giving‑birth process and experiences in a mother, Your Honor.”
“All right,” and then allow! “If that’s the subject, then let’s proceed.”
I turned to Ms. McLive, “Have you told Grace Portia, or someone like her, sometime during or after the September 1990 trial that you did not think that when you married Herod Edinsmaier you would be having to raise up … his three sons?”
It is that simple. It truly, truly is. To lie and to deceive, depending upon who you are and what your pedigree is, in an American court of family law, that is literally all that it takes. Because he can. Because he is a male and he is a pillar and because she is his Next Cunt in the Stash, she lied again and, at the same time, mockingly guffawed at me from her post there on the witness stand where she was sworn to tell the Truth, “No, I have never told that to Grace Portia. And I don’t know who ‘someone like her’ would be!”
I continued, “Have you, Ms. McLive, ever said these words sometime after September 21, 1990, or words to this effect, to any one of the three Truemaier Boys, ‘Zane, I am going to school and vandalize your True family project there?’ ”
“What?”
“ ‘I am going to go to your school and vandalize,’ the verb was ‘vandalize’, ‘the project you conducted or did on the True heritage?’ ” I repeated for her.
“No, I don’t remember ever hearing about a True heritage project,” Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive had juuuust … sidestepped, dismissed, disputed, discounted and … dissed … Zane’s journal entry entirely. Slick she must have thought herself.
“Did you ever say words to Jesse to the effect, sometime in February 1991, perhaps at the office of pediatrician Dr. Lind who’d wanted to study Jesse’s cardiac function, in the presence of Zane, ‘So, she wants to put you on a treadmill, Jesse. Well, I hope they run you till you drop dead. That won’t happen though––‘cause I won’t pay for it?’ ” A referral to another journal entry, this time of Jesse’s … and my heart was breaking––again!, right there in that friggin’ courtroom––when, out loud, I read that one, too.
“No, I would never say such a thing,” another lie. It is this easy … And no judge at any time ever sent out a county worker from ‘the Court’, a disinterested third party, to the various folks in the community such as Zane or Jesse or even Jesse’s pediatrician at the time, Dr. Lind, to find out about and bring back to daJudge the veracity or the falsehood of Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s sworn – to answer just then. Every judge just accepted all of this vomitus which spewed out of her and Herry’s mouths––as the mother‑fucking Truth!
“Did you ever utter to a policeman while motioning to a human who happened to be Jesse Truemaier, ‘Jesse, you are part of the problem?’ ”
“Yes, I did. I can recall the incident.”
“Thank you!” I, at loooong last, sighed a loud one at this finally farted … fact of hers!
She went right on, “I would like to explain the incident. It is out of context. The policeman was called to our house, and it was a time that you had been at our house and either called or he had called, because you had been there. Jesse was in another room. And Herry and I were talking with the policeman who said, who was suggesting what we should do. And Jesse came out and said, ‘I think you should hear all the story.’ And Herry said, ‘Jesse, it is not the time.’ And I said, ‘There’s part of the problem, Officer.’”
This I believe to be fairly accurate in that Herry and his sheriff were mother‑fuckingly calling the (actual) Urbandale police on me all of the mother‑fucking time! She especially––since The King‑Daddee was out of town most of the time!
Speaking to more of the “part of the problem,” I next asked Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive, “Did you ever tell any one of the Truemaier children that their mother was, words to the effect, obsessed, deranged, mentally disturbed, crazed, feeding her mental illness by the Boys’ wanting her to appeal, or any such other derogatory and negative remarks about their mother?”
I don’t know what Ms. McLive meant by her prefacing—“if you want” remark in her answer back to me … other than to continue to mock my efforts at conducting my own part in the Trial alone, pro se and without paid representation; but she replied, “If you want, I think I have said ‘obsessed’ when they have discussed either the article in the Ames newspaper or when they have asked why something was or was not being done. I have said, ‘I think your mother is ill.’ ”
Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive and Horrid Herod, too, (per Grace Portia’s affirmed affidavit about my “needing” “yet” “to hit bottom” and “to lose” my food and my home! according to that which the Good and Wonderful, soooo‑‘healing’ Dr. Herod Edinsmaier had outright declared to Grace’s face!) had utterly dismissed me to my Truemaier Boys. And had orchestrated by their subsequent behaviors with Mirzah, with Jesse and with Zane that I become invisible, that I cease to be, that I cease to ever have been!, that my name and any mementoes and items of interest about me, that any gifts or objects which I had sent or methods of contact between them and me … stop––except for … … “your mother is ill.” That was the extent of my existence to my own preteen and teenage children––as far as she and Edinsmaier himself were concerned.
“Have you ever, in your perception, said anything negative or derogatory about the Boys’ mother in front of the Boys or to the Boys?”
She shot back at me, “Do you consider it derogatory to say ‘mental illness’?”
But I simply stared at the Not Mother and, instead, stated to her with as much of a signature—Edinsmaier snide—sneer to my statement as, famously, any of his own, “I am not answering questions, Ma’am, you are.”
“Well … then my answer would be no. It was not derogatory. I was being factual.”
Soooo … JYeah, Jury, she had just called me … fucking nuts. And, many times, to … my Boys, Zane, Jesse and Mirzah, … the very same!
I asked about seatbelt usage, was circumvented and only managed to get out of Ms. McLive, “No, I am not as adamant as Dr. Edinsmaier is on that. I can’t guarantee you everybody does anything.”
I asked about motorcycle‑driving to which this adopting ‘mother’ replied about her 14‑year‑old daughter Mary Jane’s driving one, “I don’t know if Dr. Edinsmaier ever asked my permission.”
Well, that soooo … did not surprise me: Herry Edinsmaier’s not bothering at all––to think––to need to ask a mama about the activities for her kiddos. This behavior of his would have been right in line with The Daddee’s own schema of just plowing ahead––with the children, even with other people’s children––as he wanted to do––just … because he can … so … he does! Herry’s not caring one whit––let alone, remembering to do the work! of asking permission of some‑other‑cunt, if the child’s actual mother, in this case Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive, may not want him to take her child anywhere, let alone, may not want her child to drive a motorcycle!
And about the “children‑custodians” ’ ownership of a dog which Zane had been led to believe that he and the rest of them were all going to be able to get, the Not Mother under oath replied, “Although Zane would really like to have had a dog, we could not on our lease in Urbandale. All four children have been instructed that we cannot have a dog inside the house at the present where we live.” About that latter place, the “at the present” one? This answer of Herry’s Next Cunt in His Stash merely meant that the Truemaier Boys still did not have a dog in West Virginia yet, a year after their setting up residence in that state and their aaaall being long, long gone missing from the Urbandale bungalow … where my Boys obviously were not allowed a pooch either!
“Have you taken mail that you knew I intended the Boys to have, since the date that’s in question?” I had to keep asking “since September 21st, 1990,” … the date of Act Two, Part Two. Or, since … Trial Two, Jury!
Of course, Lord and Master Edinsmaier’s windy Mr. Shindy Scheisser piped right up here with, “Well now, … the Respondent is asking for what this witness’s impression of what she intended. I think the question is just improperly phrased.” Now that Mr. Scheisser, of course, had just left out the word “is” in his sentence phrasing! He continued, however, “I think the question is just improperly phrased. If the proper phrasing is, if she took mail addressed to the children, then I don’t have an objection.”
“Whew!” I thought. “Glad he so made that clear as frickin’ mud, Jury!” Instead, I just muttered, “Yeah, would you please answer his question? Please.” Paaaawh–leeeeze!
Self‑righteousness abounded within her reply, “I have no trouble in answering either one, in either form. Yes! I have taken mail addressed to the Truemaier children and to individual Truemaier children.”
“Presents and gifts?”
She again stalled and tried to circumvent with a question back at me, “Have I taken presents and gifts?”
“Telephones, books, posters, food items, camera and film rolls and postage––––for their taking pictures to send to me?”
She was resolute in her evasion, “I have not taken food items. I have taken mail.”
Is it any wonder then!!!! that I prefer, in people, … directness––such as can be found in Dr. Lionel Portia’s entire demeanor when he interacts with absolutely everyone?! I had to ask Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive––again––with the same amount of detailing as I already had! “So, by a process of elimination, we are to assume since you didn’t say posters and you didn’t say books and whatever, that you did take those? You gave them the food items, but you did take the other items? ? ?”
She––again––tried the end‑run thingy around directness and, quite instead, answered my question with two of her own concluding her “final” answer with Bill Clintonesque ridiculousness, “What do you mean by ‘take’? Have in my possession? If I found items that I thought were inappropriate for them to have, if I found letters, mail. I do not think I have any posters.”
Inappropriate? Letters from the Truemaier Boys’ mama which she herself, not at all taking … the step … in “step”‑parent … back …, defined and characterized and judged and, subsequently, eliminated entirely … as for my Truemaier Boys … “inappropriate”! UN‑fucking‑believable!
A lie of The Not Mother’s which totally pissed me off and one about which I, again, could do absolutely nothing, of course, … because it is that simple in a court of American civil ‘law’ to lie, “You didn’t take a silver chain and throw it in the bathroom trash?” One belonging to Mirzah. One given to him … by me, given to my child, Mirzah, by his own mama, Dr. Legion True? … Naturally?
“No, I didn’t.”
What to do? Squat. I could not do a thing. Not one damn, mother‑fucking thing. But Herry’s Next Cunt lied. And, at least, now, … Mirzah knows that, too.
[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]
Mirzah Truemaier: Legion’s son
Jesse Truemaier: Legion’s son
Zane 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]
Mary Jane: daughter of Fannie Issicran McLive; stepsister of Zane, Jesse, and Mirzah
Legion’s Friends: Margaret, Mona, Yanira, Stormy, Lynda, László, Jane, Kincaid, Joseph, Sheryl, Abraham (Quaker elder), Frieda
Legion’s Best Friends: Ms Grace and Dr Lionel Portia and Rachel
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
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor: District Court judge on first two trials
Judge Allen Donnellson: Chief, Appellate Court for second and third trials' appeals
Judge Harley Butcher: District Court judge for third trial
Jazzy Jinx: Legion’s first Family Court lawyer
Carlotta Klutz: Legion’s second Family Court attorney
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”]
Rex: Jesse’s pet Eastern Florida Kingsnake, female
Lady: Zane's pet Zebra Finch, female
Madonna: realtor
Larry Brouhaha: court-mandated marriage counselor
Dr. Shark: Herry’s residency supervisor who fired him
Carrie Canard: twice judge-mandated custody evaluator
Ms Tsianina Snowball: Legion's friend who instructs her in re The Look
Author: Dr. Blue, aka Ofherod, BSN, DVM, PhD = Commander Edinsmaier's Handmaid (Commander reiamsnidE's Handmaid)
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