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* WPG2 Plugin Not Validated *I’ve got an ax or two to grind, and is not, as annoyingly commonly believed, remorse or resentment over my divorce.  That event happened to me in 1995, well over eleven years ago.  My gripe’s about our minicipal, and particularily state governements’ encouragement of the event happening in the maximum number of families here. Plainly put in another way, our people-architected methodological, systematic destruction of families for personal gain(s)…that’s where I come from.  Be brave and true, friends, and endure herewith:

It’s a stark fact that we are polarized not only by gender, but by the infinitely indelible differentiation by the divorced (who deeply care, or men do, anyway) and the never-divorced.  Trust me when I say that children of the divorced, particularly the ones residing in the victors of the sytematically achieved victory of that which is virtually complete control of access-to-children (NEVER remotely suggested in the Bible, The Koran, or uttered by Buddah).  Stir in the staggering sums of enlivening entitlements she instantly assumes her ’just due’ like I assume I gotta’ mow my yard weekly in the summer, well, these alone are emotionally, metaphysically, and spiritually confounding to every shred of consciousness of my, and YOUR, young people under your roof.  

 And it matters not if you’ve ever dreamed of dissolution or its ’cash in’ components and rich rewards. 

Every bit of this is true, all down the line, in the deplorable institution of, to use a term I drop frequently (to the annoyances to all that hear it) engineered divorces–and please note how I qualify that word–married men think apart from divorced men (trust me, fellas), divorced women are opinion-estranged from married women, men-women (Venus/Mars on steriods), etc.  Top it all off with the immense profiteering that’s made by the conscience-less folks that broker and profit in it.  

I’m referring here to, but not bashing, at least without too awful-much scathing truth and brutality, our attorney friends who shove their sticky hands, right up to their armpits, into the wheels and dials of that which is the abomination of ‘cash-in’ brand of dissolution. Their affinity for this line of work has its origin, in, lets at least agree here, a majority of firms and practices, for the money.  I know and you know where the money comes from.

Sure, you say, go ahead and bash lawyers. 

Well, I you see (or rather, I pray you see), our immense legal industry in (my) StL County, a country of nearly 2 million people enjoying unemployment and crime well below US National average, thrives on over $5 Billion annually in revenues, taken, of course, from clients and litigants, winners and (mostly) losers.  

Our Family “destruction” Law Court sector of this industry contributes WELL over half of this revenue directly into our law firms’ and practices’ bank accounts and pockets, feeding into the bolstering and stregnthening of our ”family destruction” sector of the bar.  By design, and quite contrary to storybooks and TV, a litigant, male or female, is crushingly prevented from his/her right to self representation that Alexander Hamilton once threatened to commit murder if James Madison (and it wasn’t he as the assailant’s intended victim) didn’t write it into his then-not-yet-published Federalist Papers. 

 If poor Mr. Hamilton, cut down in his prime, knew now of the self-representation denial by Family “destruction” Court systems throughout the United State’s larger jurisdictions, well, he’d return to being the 28-year-old charging-over-the top Continental Army Colonel, aiming his bayonet (affixed to his empty musket) at the terrified Redcoats huddled in besieged Yorktown. 

He wouldn’t use his bayonet, though.  His weapon-of-choice would be his cuspids and incisors, both teeth evolutionarily designed and engineered for optimum means of cutting and grinding of food, prey, and victims hapless enough to incur the wrath of their holding jaws’ owner.

Stop for a moment with a thought you may well be harboring.  Lawyers are lawyers, and lawyers are here to make a living.  Try:  Lawyers have families.  Try also:  Chat sometime with a lawyer’s ex-wife about her efforts to divorce her lawyer-ex-husband.   She’ll probably mention the word “teeth” a time or two in amplitude and resonance. 

If you’ve ever had the pleasure of legal retention in the “destruction” sector, you’ll pick up, early on, that these blokes don’t ever learn ’customer service’ or ‘customer care’ or ‘customer satisfaction’ or ‘accountability to clients’ in law schools that churn out these rascals every year!  Worse, they seem to disremember what their parents began teaching them about manners, of which accountability is an integral component, starting when they were toddlers and continuing until they reach early senior-citizenry status. 

(Here I must add this caveat herein:  I’m DAMN glad I latched onto one who has damn good accountability, manners, AND professional demeanor, and I rejoice that his son in the entryway cubicle to the firm here is under rather a rather fine mentor).

True, yes true, I say. (sigh)…..it’s quite universal in this country (not just this county) and nobody’s going to fix (nor will they avoid) the sad facts (sigh again) of basic statistics, only a few, now, I promise, of our vibrant family destruction I shrare herein…In America, five reference sources will list five distinctly opposing ”facts and figures”.  These I got from the stadard statistical anaylis methodology of me, with a calculator or in my head, using multipliers and divisors to arrive at percentages of divorce cases’ custody awards (in custody and of entitlement “child support” bestowals), and, where available, demographic information, up to and including nearly-impossible-to-attain ‘total winnings’ figures by victors of ”family destruction” strategies employed in the counties of the states of the Land of the Free: 

Wait, though, and be patient a moment, for clarification of law that most overlook; instead our national pastime has been of the ‘bashing of lawyers’, blaming of lawyers, and general foamings-of-the-mouth.  They usually (key word: usually) play with the hand of cards the law deals them. 

Our nation’s state legislators, pulling the strings and supporting (voting for in their usual bi-annual session) reinforcing existing ’family destrution’ paridigms to enliven their practices, are made up of people who

1. don’t need the money, as state reps’ are deplorably paid nationwide, and

2. are flexible, as the sessions require time away from work and from home towns. 

That leaves us largely with elected state representatives who are, and you already knew this, attorneys, who are far and away the largest professional group found in house and senate chambers in our fifty (one) states.  The ‘represent’ us as, well, our reps, then turn around and, uh, ‘represent’ us again as divorce attorneys.  

Incidentally, who are the second largest demographic group to represent all the states’ bodies of elected government?  Homemakers.  I love ladies, but they’re not going to counteract attorneys who conspire, usually via cellular links to each other while driving to and from sessions, to sweeten up their already sweeten ”family destruction” sector.  Heck, the lady reps aren’t exactly looking out for the estranged and cashed-in fathers in the first place.  In fact he two most viciously discriminatory ladies I’ve had the pleasure of being ripped-to-shreds by were both full-time homemakers. 

Fortunately, though, these ladies weren’t (thank GOD!!) legislators. 

Unfortunately, though, both ‘played house’ by day, manning phones and orchestrating discrimination (’cause neither could write worth a damn and pinched pennies, evidently on stamps, so land-line phones work/worked best for this pair) while their (Family Law attorney) husbands ‘toiled’ (cough cough) in the ‘family destruction’ biz. 

Most unfortunately, they most cruelly discriminated against my after-care-kept son from when he was in kindergarten through fifth grade, patiently…

(…and impatiently–he always was talented in combative-style defense strategem which he mastered from BOTH his parents; his mom the expert on offence, moi, after years of practice, developing conterattacks, all post-divorce) waiting

…for his single dad to return from his daily bone-crushing employment rigors that these chicks haven’t encountered since they wore polyester Burger King garb during their pre-graduation years of high school–and in those days, the workplace’s mighty blows were akin to a soft kiss on the cheek (or, assuredly in these isolated cases, elsewhere upon a teenager lady’s anatomy).

Maybe someday I’ll forgive them; I’ve already acted out the part by keyboard, voice, and wave.  The REAL terrorist, I’ll add, isn’t the guy waving a weapon in the middle of the street, as he’s immediately arrested.  The TRUE revolutionary (I like that word better) sits across from you and smiles, drops a tanic acid sacharrine-sized capsule in your coffee, and hums softly to you as you sip death.

Well hell, this is a good enough droplet of text on the ‘family destruction’, national pastime gig that I’m able to conjur.  Christmas is a few days away, and I think I accomplished exuding the visceral in emboldened manner.  I’ll save my stats for another day.

Righty-roo, amigas and amigos, and ta-ta for now.