Is That Sworn Testimony or a Bad Screen Play?

So,

I finally received information pertaining to my estranged spouses employment with the city. It came in two padded manila envelopes and the stack of paper is a little over 4" deep.

The first manila envelope contained the unemployment hearing transcripts; you know, the ones that claimed he was fired because I had a master's degree, fibromyalgia, and what not.

The second manilla envelope contains sworn testimony from his supervisor that contains only two bizarre lies about me (thank you for cutting the number down, dear).

These lies are not nearly as embellished as the ones I that I saw in a recent legal filing.

So, it looks like the city attorneys are embellishing the lies, not the supervisor.

They may have her over a barrel though; I read her job description. She is not qualified to hold her position (as she does not hold a CPA). If she did, she would be in violation of a professional code of conduct.

Oh, but I can prove she lied a couple of times in a sworn statement (not good, sweetie - no job is worth jail time or risking a civil lawsuit). My ex only has ten days to sue them. If he decides not to do that, then after 2.5 years it will finally be my turn at bat!

I swing hard and have never missed.

Not once.

I used to have a reputation for taking on various school boards across the state (those were the good ol' days). This is nothing compared to taking on a bunch of crooked jerks who threaten to harm your daughter.

I won every time, too.

Ah...they've prepared me well for this.

I do, however, notice that this governmental department is breaking numerous laws and that the director is in violation of a professional code of conduct.

I have a call into a State Board to get a sense of what I can do about it. I'm also collecting names of CPA's who are complaining about the practice that they admit so freely in these papers.

As of now, I have a stack of papers pertaining to this issue that I estimate to be around 900 pages (including his original employment file, emails from people working at the city, and slanderous stuff about myself and my ex that I read on the Internet). It appears that one of the supervisor's lies was shared with a well-meaning local politician who tried to help me (but did not realize the employee was in error - no politician can help what does not exist).

I have to ask, though.... why? why lie about me? if your story against my ex was so iron clad why did you feel the need to say so many inaccurate things about his wife?

Have you realized that you really should be mindful of lying about strangers. One in ten people will fight you tooth and nail. The other nine will shy away but you never know who that tenth person is going to be...she may be a middle-aged, red-headed, Irish hypnotist who dabbles in politics and activism.

Sorry honey. Your boss made a horrific mistake in allowing you to target me and my family.

Have they realized what I'm planning to do with all those freakish emails that city bosses, lawyers, HR managers, and politicians sent to me to justify the bad behavior?

Just return my money, change your policy and we will call it even.

Otherwise....I'll see you on the other side of my next project.

Once I hire a lawyer, start paying for advertising, or accept the next interview offer....well... the deal will be sealed. I'll have to start talking and sharing so that I can prevent this from happening to anyone else in the future.

Please take care of it....soon.

Love and Light,

S.

P.S. I won't even have to show my evidence to the world. Nope...I'm going to find other people to share their stories. I found one so far but, sadly, he's too intimated to talk. There will be others.

Fix this -or- I will.

I want peace. Peace will come when they play by the rules and make sure this bullying does not happen to another family again.

Disclaimer: The material on this blog may or may not be factual. I may or may not be a hypnotist. I may or may not be Irish. I may or may not be named Siegfred. The only way to know for sure whether or not this post is factual would be to ask the person who you believe wrote it. She may or may not deny it. She may or may not be trying to find where the gossip is coming from and whether or not taxpayer funds are being used to access it or collect information on politically active citizens. She may or may not be happily IP, time and location logging! Cheers! One way or another you will be caught.

Ex Follies - Part 2

Today, I decided that I grew tired of arguments with stupid people. As someone who believes in the law of mental magnetism, I wondered what I did to draw so many dolts into my world.

I told Mike that I wanted to take a week away from him and the internet because I needed a "Dork Fast."

He only heard something about needing a dork fast and offered his services.

NO, I don't need a dork.

NO, I don't want a dork right now.

NO, you don't want me to run around calling you fast.

I need to get away from dorks! Hence - dork fast.

Get it?


Be good,

S.

I'm torn between giving up my business and moving out or trying to stay and revive my business. Either way, I'm screwed. I'm going to need more money to solve this problem. Don't worry, I'll figure this out soon.

Never, Ever Covertly Hypnotize Your Ex

I'm feeling incredibly guilty...

Two years ago, I accidentally hypnotized an ex to have more adventures....I was worried, he made it sound like he led a very mundane life. When he said he liked his motorbike, I egged him on to help him get out of the house. I told him to have more adventures and come back and tell me about them in two years.

Two years later, he had a very short lunch with me. He told me about his adventures and left. I drove home and tried not to laugh my @$$ off after I realized what went down.

I'm sorry....so sorry....crap....

This ex is a Facebook friend.

• He goes hiking...cool!
• He goes scuba diving....super cool!

How do I know this? Well, whenever he "likes" a page it comes across my feed.

Sometimes between the time I last logged in and now, he liked "skydiving".

Okay, now I'm getting a bit scared for him.

I'm seriously thinking about hiding his status feed before I start seeing him "like" pages such as

"Race Car Driving"
"Yacht Racing"
"Ice Climbing"
"Pissing off Red-headed Irish ex-girlfriends"
"Role playing as a Fender jazz bass (being slapped silly)" 
"Conjuring Demons for Fun"
"Sleeping with starving wildebeests"
"Let's all Rub our bodies with Raw Meat and Go on an African Safari"
"Naked Bull Riding"
"Running with the Bulls - Naked..... with a very Red Sunburn"
"Bathing in vats of Hot Acid wearing only a hair net"

or something equally freaky and dangerous.

If this man has a death wish, I don't want to know about it.

Sure, I love him....but....if I worry about him, I'll send negative energy his way.

So, if you are the dude of concern, I am going to ask you to imagine yourself going home in health and peace before embarking on anything remotely risky. See yourself safe. Don't think about your lungs exploding or any other violent imagery you want to share with your squeamish ex.

Oh, and, if you find yourself in a room with fifty horny twenty-year-olds....imagine yourself as unstoppable and enjoy it!

I don't want to know about it.

I'm going to avoid Facebook for awhile.

Love ya...

S.

P.S. I just realized why I have so many nightmares about you. You're a Scorpio. It all makes sense now.

Edit 9/12/10 - Okay, so I hid his feed so I wouldn't worry anymore. I tried to imagine visiting him when he is in his nineties thinking that, on some very stupid level, that this would tempt fate into letting him live longer.

So...all was well until I caught the news and saw a horrid fire in the county where I last heard he lived.

I spent one entire night lighting white candles and doing hyper-religious things that I probably shouldn't discuss hoping that things would take care of themselves with a minimum loss of life.

The next day I realized I was being incredibly stupid, so I checked my old friend's Facebook page to make sure no one was freaking out, offering condolences, or planning his funeral.

Thankfully, no that didn't happen. He did not appear to be impacted by the fire.

Whew...

but...

there was a tiny reference to an injury....a severe injury...an injury that that could occur in a horrid car crash. The same injury could also occur from a skydiving accident.

I felt horrid that I hadn't started praying for him sooner. I couldn't because I hid his feed and didn't know what had happened.

I un-hid his feed.

You know, I'm just going to pray he gets married off to the girl of his dreams. That is one sure fire way to keep men in line. Just try risky behavior without proper preparation as a married man; it isn't going to happen very easily. Your wife will sulk, she'll cry and he'll be too much a kind hearted soul to scare the crap out of the woman he loves.

See? It's all good when no one gets hurt.

If I knew many nice girls, I'd set him up with someone. I tend to hang out with politicians, and while most of them are good at screwing, I'm going to make a bet that it isn't in the way in which my dear friend likes.

But then, he lives in a blue state...maybe he's into that kind of thing.

Love ya dearly,

S.

An Extreme Political Action Group Idea

Eureka! I've got it!

It is the world's best idea, or so it seems. You know how it goes, you have one hour of sleep, a very hectic day, and no coffee-pot in sight and you have what sounds like a bright idea....

but after seven hours slumber, you realize, it sucks.

The idea sprung from a conversation with my ex, who complained that I always made him "look like a buffoon." Well, to tell the truth, I never tried to make him look like a buffoon. Some people seem to naturally take on that aura when they're being crass.

Some people think that they deserve the sun, the moon, and the stars. This tends to piss a lot of people off, especially when that someone starts poking fun at innocent people who tell him that it isn't a planet that needs brought down to earth - it is some crass idiot's sense of self-entitlement that needs to do a face plant in the dirt.

Back in the day, when he'd stick his feet in his mouth, I would tell everyone that he was joking and find some way to make it funny. People would laugh and walk away amused.

I wondered - could this help put a sunny facade on the idiocy that is local politics?

Then it hit me....we need an Extremist City Comedy Troupe! Yes, we do. Laughter always makes the bitter pills go down faster. If the City Council members vote for something absolutely horrid and they get blamed by the citizens who have to pay for their mistake, they can say they were just joking or distracted or something....yeah, yeah, that's the ticket!!

For example, if the City Attorney who lied about me added just a touch of unbelievable fiction to an employee's lie, he can say that he didn't mean it - he was just telling a joke. People forgive jokes much faster than they forgive lies and all out deceit.

Now, it is said that 30% of any given population will always trust the powers that be and pass every single tax increase asked of them. Another 30% will never trust the powers that be and always vote against every tax increase. The other 40% will have to weigh the information carefully before casting a vote. Educating the public reaches those skeptical people who want more information. I've heard people like myself called "extremist" for wanting to know more.

Well, the truth of the matter is that the real extremists never want to educate the public. They want everyone to trust everything they say. Forty percent of us cannot trust without an honest explanation. To call us "extremist" is an insult. We may just be questioning our elected officials enough to get them to think about why they shouldn't trust the lobbyists' every word.

Perhaps we can start a group of actors and comedians from the 70% of the population of our citizens who don't trust everything they see or hear at first blush. We could go to every city council meeting with an agenda of our own.

We can hire a ton of strippers to fill the front roll of every city council meeting. Then our political overlords can claim distraction if they realize they screwed up.

We could dress up as villainous Svengalies and twirl hypnowheels around - if they screw up - well, the council members could claim they were hypnotized.

We could dress up a witch doctors or, better yet, voodoo dolls and let people pin their gripes about the city on our clothes. If something goes wrong, they could claim bewitchment.

What do ya think?

Yeah....it wouldn't work. I know. Some people have behind the scenes help when it comes to looking stupid. My ex became incredibly crass when he let his lawyer do the talking. They both left the courthouse looking like dishonest buffoons.

The city council stole money from the libraries to fund their pet projects.  They asked for more money (supposedly for the libraries) but wanted to use it to fund the police department.  Their tax hike proposal lost because of the novel way in which it was written (raise taxes with inflation) and the crass attitudes among city supporters that ridiculed people for asking real questions and bringing up real concerns. Maybe, the lawyers need to be more honest and open with the people to prevent their bosses from looking like buffoons. Our elected officials don't need any help looking a tad bit untrustworthy.

Trust begins with honesty.

Hiding information breeds distrust.

So does badmouthing groups of people within earshot of people prone to talking about it.

Think about it.

Chumming the Water

I cast a line into the ocean,

full of juicy fictional scrumptious worms,

and am sitting back laughing, just waiting for the sharks to reveal themselves.

This is going to be sooooo much fun!

Gossips hell bent on vengence.....well, they can't help it.....

I guarantee that these sharks won't resist the temptation to be bad; this will be very, very good.

I'll explain later,

S.

Do you want to play a game?

I love it when men call me a witch!

Love ya,

S.

Happy Boxing Day