Chapter Twenty Eight An Opera in Three Acts But with Five Parts
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| changes away from what his promises had been to Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor. Which promises too then of course, upon my appealing the September 1990 trial court decision to the three, all – male panel of Iowa Court of Appeals judges, Perjuring Herry had –– for his easy convincement of all of these men –– merely manufactured.
While the Boys and I had not known of Daddee – Herry’s written statement, of his sworn affidavit, submitted to daJudge in January 1989, about the Good and Wonderful Doctor’s word back then that Zane, Jesse and Mirzah would … all three … graduate from Ames High School! and obviously of his assurance, even his guarantee, that they would stay in Ames, let alone in Iowa, some 3¼ years previously, none of that had really mattered at all to ‘the Court’ –– which did know. By this time Herod Edinsmaier’s ‘promise’ just about that one thing, not to mention about sooo many others concerning the maintenance, promotion and enhancement of relationships between my Boys and me to at least four different judges through two separate trials and one appeal had in no way at all obstructed nor impeded Dr. Edinsmaier from removing all of the Truemaier Boys not only from Ames but also from Iowa. “Nor stopped Herry in any way from extracting all three of them entirely, Mehitable, that exact evil from which you should’ve soooo taught me to protect myself, from out of my life and away from me, completely away from and out of my life! Me, their mother! You should’ve coached me on how to protect myself and my children from this incredible wickedness, Mother Mehitable!” I need to note here, in essence, that because the three appellate judges represented the interpretation of the laws of the land of Iowa and thus its public, that is, its people, both the humans and the DEhumans of the State, then what the appellate judges, all of them men of course, were saying too is that if they did not give a good goddamn about the Good Doctor’s word, then why the hell shouldn’t all of those Iowans who are the very people of these laws also fuck a mother, too? These four men –– as all Iowans’ judicial representatives –– merely stated to us, the public, that it was quite okay for us too to collude with the pillared doc in whatever it was that Herry wanted to get away with doing and … fuckingly gut the bitch. Besides, these five men –– the four plus Daddee –– argued, rationalized and justified to themselves that the good people of Iowa would never even know of Edinsmaier’s “word” –– in the wholly unlikely event that any one of them would have bothered to rise up and say something about his actually keeping his many promises! Smack in line the reasoning of these four patriarchs is with, as well, their musingly and correctly figuring that … this pissant woman Legion’s “passions and struggles are nowhere near as stupendously important to anyone else as they, O – so head – bangingly, are … to her!” And these four guys didn’t even care, because they didn’t want to and they didn’t have to, about all of the other subversions of Herry’s –– his exhibitionism and voyeurism and frotteuristic incest and bestiality … “cows, dogs, pigs and chickens” the Rolodex card states in that order! which is scripted in Herry’s own hand, the woman – loathing jokes, his crimes of providing and encouraging the sex toys of gem – studded condoms and hormone – raging greeting cards and other pornographic magazines and materials in front of, with and to the Boys, not to mention the King and his Nottingham Sheriff’s folie à deux at preventing the Boys and me from having the least little bit of contact with each other or permitting them to have even $1’s worth of the $5,000.00 that were the gifts, the letters, the cards, postage stamps, medicine, the books, the favored foods, toys, sports equipment, movie tickets, the post office box use, the telephone calling cards, etc, etc, et cetera that, with Jesse, Mirzah and Zane now five whole states away, I had sent to them all! As Rachel had declared last Winter Solstice, “And there’s no judge, Legion, who himself doesn’t surf porn.” What is truly classic and thoroughly choice, though, is its mother – fucking, sexist flipping reversal: No woman, no mother could have moved out of state in the same wink of an overnight, heartbreaking beat that Thieving Edinsmaier had done with my Truemaier Boys Tuesday, 29 October 1991. No woman, no mother I have ever, ever come across in all of my literal trials’ and similar tribulations’ travels since … can take the products of one’s exalted sperm –– even across the fuckin’ county’s line like, say, because she took up another union or had secured for herself the coolest job ever –– the way that this man banished my children not only from out of my sight and away from my arms but also all of me, their very own mother, from completely out of their brains and spirits as well. Invisible. Deadened. = Daddee’s defining purpose. Thus with the legitimate and formalized 4:27 p.m. petition began Act Three, Part Four –– to include in its specific scenes of The Opera then King Herod’s newest tyrannical and undermining tactics to subvert the Boys’ and my relationships with each other and to bring to the attention of justice – seekers in charge of placing minor children safely away from domestic and sexual abusers the startlingly frightening Eight Pages of Herry’s personally handwritten admission to bestiality with “cows, dogs, pigs and chickens” and the incestuous, frotteuristic behavior with his three littlest sisters, Kay, Celeste and Murielle. Further evidence and outright admittance of Herry’s sexual addiction were these Eight Pages –– in addition to all of its previous substantiation which had come forth in Act Two before. Which, there in Two, had simply been ignored or vehemently denied by both Dr. Herod Edinsmaier and all four judges, that is, by all of the men. Subsequently ignored and denied as well then, too –– through interpretation of legislative and judicial representation –– by all of the people of the State of Iowa! Even ignored and denied because of their being represented in the laws’ interpretations by male appellate judges in this manner by Iowan mothers about to also have themselves and their own children entirely mother – fucked in upcoming lawsuits over custody of their very own abused … (but, of course, utterly “crazy” and “whoring” –– and, thus, also quite “committable”) … selves! and kiddos. In addition, those same Eight Pages revealed words carried to his writing digits from Herry’s brain which spelled out phrases such as i) “a chance to be young and carefree again” and that stated that Ms. McLive offered up to him, Dr. Edinsmaier, as far as his role of father to three sons plus, through his act of marrying the grotesque, dowdy and heartless harpy also taking on the alleged accountability for a fourth minor child Mary Jane, one about Zane’s and Jesse’s ages, was concerned, … ii) “a refuge from parental responsibility.” “Huh, Herry!? Since frickin’ when ! ! ! and in just what fucking parallel universe ! ! ! is the 24 / 7 personal accountability for four children under the age of 18 ‘a chance to be carefree again’ and since when is a total, mother – fucking stranger to the Truemaier Boys a better mother for them, let alone, an excuse for you, Herry The Daddee, to run away from your responsibility for them yourself!? Wha’? Still the Joy Toy aprovechar Boy, are ya’? Still –– at middle age, Herry?! Although the blonde bitch – witch truly, truly pissed ya’ off when that friggin’ Ex – Cunt Legion True called ya’ to account to everyone including ‘the Court’ for your sexual addiction … which you’re soooo busy trying to instead obfuscate from others by way of your pretense of some beer – swilling and all of those outright wasted resources from your trying to cover up and deceive us all with alcoholics anonymous – fuck?! Are you still wanting only to be in your arrested development! in the idiotic role of that 17 – year – old, dry – drunk, fun – loving’, let’s – varoom – on – out – into – the – woodsy – older brother to Jesse, to Mirzah and to Zane? The one who really doesn’t have to do any work at any time at all –– let alone, the really hard, hard work, Herry, of being a true parent, not to mention, of being the primary parent?! ! ! What is this Next One in Your Stash, Herry, but a Detanimod Edinsmaier – to – you – surrogate?! A mothering , cooking, babysitting, housekeeping, cleaning, laundering, cock – sucking, semen – reservoiring, male – identified spittoon for you?! Fuck, at the same 46 – year – old age as you that Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive is right now, Herry, she actually even resembles … physically … your soooo – dominated, 74 – year – old mama, Detanimod … when the woman had finally given up and given in to that cancer back in 1985!” Whether or not this factual tidbit is from Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s having weighed in at 310 pounds for some gargantuan length of time prior to the gastric bypass / stapling operation or to the development of a subsequent abdominal panniculus and other skin – sagging or to the ensuing malnutrition with its consequential balding hair loss, facial brown – spots’ mottling discoloration and massive wrinkling because of collagen and elastin destruction which could –– as well –– have been precipitated by her nicotine ingestion from smoking cigarettes I, in the same snide parlance of King Herod’s own Nottingham Sheriff’s most favorite of all phrases on the telephone wire back to me before she slams down “her household’s” receiver, “I … have noooo idea.” Nor do I give one shit. Although 18 months or so older than I am, about Ms. McLive several friends of mine have been known around me and within very close proximity to the vicinity of my one hearing ear to hum several bars from Jimmy Soul’s nasty classic. One even had the brassy audacity to email me its “Never make a pretty woman your wife. So for my personal point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you” – lyrics! Those Eight Pages equaled … the Smoking Gun. Terrorist Edinsmaier’s multiple sabotaging Ames Tribune article – bombings not only murdered my chances at decent earnings from the three professional job prospects, that is, from the possibility of my actually being elected as Storm County’s next recorder or of my securing one – or both! – of the two veterinary – related offers at the National Animal Disease Center and at the Center for Veterinary Biologics; but that Tuesday, 25 September 1990 headlining newspaper article was also, no doubt, a mightily valued item which either Herry – Daddee Edinsmaier or the Sheriff of Nottingham, his folie enforcer, or the both of them together always made damned certain to take in tow with them –– entirely and utterly unbeknownst, of course, to any one of the Truemaier Boys –– to the various Grubtrop schools when they enrolled Mirzah, Zane and Jesse there for their first day. Again –– for just that very same purpose … as had been Ms. McLive’s most homicidally slashing intent –– what with the daddee’s constant outta – town absences all during those long weeks at the bungalow rental –– when Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive most vigorously and enthusiastically slopped it … er, slipped it … into that Legion True – file! of Principal Druid’s back at Urbandale’s high school! “Why, there’s no doubt in my mind but that … to show you up, Dr. True, in a very bad light to all of us here at the school, I would have to say,” had been Principal Druid’s answer back to me and thusly stated with the utmost of serious, unequivocal, out – and – out expressions to the question which I’d put to him … as to why the Next Cunt in Herry’s Stash would have done such a heinous thing. As I have written before, Jury! this fact quite requires repeating: There is the Boys’ collective but soooo, so uninformed whine: “Well, but Herry never bad – mouthed you, Mama. He never said anything bad about you.” … “JYeah?! Well, Herry was not talking to you about me, but he was talking to someone! And, likely, to several people! Several were the accomplices in Daddee – Herry’s terror and tyranny.” There was a plan, a mighty androcentric, murderous ‘master’ – plan all right and, in it, Dr. Legion True was only ... bad – mouthed. Just the Boys never knew. They weren’t ever going to know. The plan was: Zane, Jesse and Mirzah were never going to hear a thing –– bad or good because I did not exist to them –– immediately and for always after Daddee – Herry spirited all three out of and away from 6143 Havencourt and The Teacup on that autumnal Saturday. I ceased to be. And so did they in the sense of their lives before that day, in the sense of their lives … with me. There’s no doubt, likewise, in my own mind that The Good Doctor Wonderful, performing on an hourly basis what actual little work was his usual, in my case, however, bloody – well strove mightily to keep Dr. Legion True monetarily destitute for a multiplicity of reasons not the least of which among these, of course, was to stop dead and, therefore, kill off any possible chance which I might have had at actually supporting three children on my own –– should I ever get them back with the chance, then, to try to do so! Get any one of them back –– either ‘illegally’ cuz they’d run away back to me on their own or I’d grabbed and fled with any one or all of them –– … escaping, ya’ know, Jury, with my vast wages so quickly saved up – ha! – and our taking off to some cheap place to collectively live underground ‘there’ – ha! Or, most probably: Horrid Herod likely feared any financial ability of mine to continue legal activity against him in daMan’s ‘court’. I had undertaken a lawsuit to modify physical care custody of Mirzah, Zane and Jesse back to me all right –– with all of the credit to be given over to Dr. Herod Edinsmaier and to Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive for my impoverishment, for my having absolutely no more money whatsoever with which to carry it forth by way of Mr. Jazzy Jinx, Ms. Carlotta Klutz or any other bona fide licensed and bar – admitted attorney for that matter. Pro se, therefore, I began. And I … Dr. Legion True … managed in absolutely every one of all of its aspects and details and by Friday on the 04th day of November 1994, had taken to completion at the ends of the Iowa appellate court system then … a Trial Three and an Appeal Two from that third trial’s decree order. A week or so over 2½ entire years’ worth of lawyering myself and my sons. Because? Because I could pay no one else to do it any better than I could do it –– and … and all that while holding down a few other positions as well. Accounting, thus, in this … The Opera … for Act Three, Parts Four and Five. Absolutely all of it realized and accomplished all by myself –– without one dollar to one attorney. In nothing more than cookbook style is written the Code of Iowa. A formula – or recipe – like design then this codification is which easily facilitated for me, a detail person by nature anyhow, a process whereby all of the documents and all of the sequential administration of the agenda and all of the chronological events throughout Act Three … I could, their first time out of the starting gate on any legal aspect with correct wording and grammar and formatting and notarization and stamping and filing and my never, not even one time, missing one set timetable deadline nor my ever having to ask for even one continuance because of incompetence during any phase of it all, … I could achieve at the least the very same result which Ms. Klutz had realized for me … after both parts of Act Two. Certainly no worse an outcome than that which she had garnered for the Boys and me! And save myself the $125.00 per hour in the process which, thanks literally to Dr. True’s Career – Killer Herry, I did not have anyhow! I prepared and put together from interrogatories, from production of documents, from other discovery, from the subpoenaing of a half a dozen or so of the 15 witnesses for my side! as well as from all of the written replies and appropriate responses back to Mr. Shindy Scheisser that were necessary, all of those returned to him (and, therefore, also to Dr. Edinsmaier) in an on – time fashion too, a five – day trial in the State of Iowa’s Second Judicial District up to, including and through a specific solo appellate court appearance occurring for a mere measly and quite precisely 10 minutes’ worth on Tuesday morning, 07 June 1994, to argue ‘my case’ in person before the State’s Court of Appeals’ bench of three, seated judges inside the State Capitol Building’s pompously august courtroom. And, finally, ‘my case’s’ … finale: a written case submission from that appellate panel’s decision which was sent on up to the highest echelon at all possible for Dr. Legion True and her Truemaier Boys: the Supreme Court of the State of Iowa. So. In the proverbial nutshell then, it is fairly clear and the conclusion from the last sentence of the last paragraph could most certainly be drawn that with respect to every bloody one of all of these scenarios of legal activity to get back my Truemaier Boys … Dr. Legion True lost. Were that to be someone’s supposition or assumption, then that person would be utterly and entirely … correct. Of course, I lost. In addition to the most obvious, egregious and damning of courtroom antics and wrongs in sustaining, in continuing, in even promoting the abuse of minor children and the violence and terror against DEhumans in general and against me in particular, there is, at play, yet quite another much less acknowledged but nevertheless pissant mess at work here and one found succinctly encapsulated within the memorable spring Y2003 quotation from Actress Cybill Shepherd recounting to a couple of Newsweek reporters … the 16 May issue of that year … about her recent performance in a film detailing the life of one Ms. Martha Stewart, “A lot of it has to do with envy. There’s just something about being a blonde and being very powerful and walking into a room and acting as if you have as much power as everyone else in the room that really pisses people off. I think it’s the beauty issue, too. Beauty is so envied, and there’s so much hatred.” Of course, it is an understood given that Ms. Shepherd, when she submitted there what she did about living beings … blonde, was referring only to Not Males who are blonde, that is, to us saffron – haired DEhumans, and not at all to yellow – topped Males. And the “room” of which she spoke? That meant for the blonde, DEhuman thing in the room who was me, Dr. Legion True, at least three, different district courtrooms and one very, very fancy state capitol building one. In other words, not only had this cuntly blonde, acting empowered, pissed off Dr. Herod Edinsmaier, I had also fucking pissed off a whole ‘nother gathering of male judges, another set of four of them, by doing all of this –– and doing it very, very well! By … myself alone! As was stated, without one dollar paid out to any attorney for the construct which was Part Five, another second appeal that is, just a best guestimate of the out – of – pocket expense to me for only the appeal of Part Four to the three – judge panel of the Iowa Court of Appeals … alone … came to upwards of $8,000.00! To be most specific then, this cost amount did not include in it any sums accrued because of the five – day, third district trial, also pro se, namely, The Opera’s Part Four! Soooo pissed did Dr. Legion True, Wicked – Smart Uppity Blonde Cunt, make one man in particular, one in another folie à deux with The Good Doctor Wonderful, that specific person also the Chief Judge of the Iowa Court of Appeals in mid 1994 … just an ordinary guy named Allen Donnellson … that I did not win back the legal parental right to even one telephone call to any one of my three kiddos. Let alone, a long – distance conversation with one, two or all three of them on any regular or routine, above – board basis. As a matter of fact, it was the final Supreme Court affirmation of Donnellson’s gaveling in his prior Court of Appeals majority (but not unanimous) decree that affirmed what had been the preceding state district trial judge’s opinion. That is to say, at the very, very end of every step which I could possibly pursue, there was at that conclusion then the declaration that I continue to pay this man, Dr. Herod Edinsmaier… a man who made in annual salary Second Judicial District Judge Harley Butcher admittedly wrote “20 times what Legion earns” … child support throughout 81 months of six, brutal Iowa winters’ worth when I had no heat in my home until Mirzah’s age of 18. And, furthermore! to pay it out to Herry every subsequent year as Zane and as Jesse each graduated from high school at the very same monthly rate for two children and for one child as it had originally been set at for all three children! All of this –– while never, never getting to so much as speak to any one of my kids! let alone, to keep any sort of company with them or to be able to reach out and to actually touch any one of them! * * * *
And … I continued to live off of baked potatoes, milk and bananas for dessert –– that which had become the usual supper since my Truemaier Boys left Havencourt Drive.
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