The Rules of Engagement

Early this afternoon I received a phone call from a very panicked H.S., Grand Poobah for the DPJ in this sector, whatever in the fuck that is supposed to mean, about my plans to expose the DPJ for the malignant, incompetent imbeciles they are. I can still use their fucking initials, though. I was then threatened with criminal charges if I reveal the name of any of the DPJ officers involved – despite the fact that these mugs all have LinkedIn accounts listing who they are, what they do for a living, and even include photographs.

I was warned, rather menacingly that I can’t use my kid’s real names, despite the fact that since the first edition of They Came in Peace was published back in 2021, their names have been public knowledge. Nevertheless, I will be referring to them as Obi-Wan, Leia and Luke – three of my favorite Force-Powered Star Wars characters.

I can only assume that H.S. is afraid that if I name names, the caseworkers will be exposed; despite the fact the DYP has qualified immunity and can act with impunity – UP TO AND INCLUDING LYING TO A JUDGE IN A SWORN AFFIDAVIT AND IN OPEN COURT – Something I nailed H.S. with, because they cherry picked my psych report – AND I GOT TO READ IT. They left out all the good stuff about me, and only mentioned the bad; they lied about me not completing therapy, and they lied about me not seeking further treatment.

Imagine a government agency that lies in open court to win their case; Family Cops. And as we know, ALL cops are bastards.

While they expect me to be respectful in my exchanges going forward (I’ll let you read some of the best ones – names redacted to initials of course – as this blog progresses. I have to say, when it comes to putting together a loquacious string of vulgarities in order to cut someone’s ego down to size, I am an artist.

I’ve also decided that since I have to play nice, I’m going to be as obsequious as a Jane Austen fictional suitor of difficult circumstance.

But here? I’m going to tell you exactly what I think of the fascist fucking soulless bitches.

In any event, in my next post I will detail the steps necessary for anyone else alienated from their children by the callous, cavalier DPJ to get full and unfettered access to their entire case file.

And once I have the case file, the shit is going to hit the fan.

I am fighting for my children, because I love them, I miss them, and this institutional monolith has too much authority and not nearly enough oversight. Every last one of the bitches should be put on a choke chain on a three-foot leash.

…ooohhh…fetishy.