Family Court, oppression, manhood, feelings, children
April 8,2025-First court appearance to see my child and more A man stands accused of a charge that would allow a reduced sentence for a plea to rape, when that was offered, the man stood and shook his head, as if he could not beleieve such an accusation was made. His girlfriend or wife is the victim. I know it happens, I stand with women who are victimized by men. There is nothing on this earth I love more than women and children. They are both so amazing. He too refuses an order of protection on his children. An officer immediatly taps on my shoulder to let me know my words are not allowed around here. Another man, directly in front of me, sits on his MacBook Pro, me, a lolely defendant, has no such right. He may have been an attorney, I am not sure. I may have words that offend those in the courtroom. They did seem awfully mad that I was typing, then, understandably, stretching. I stepped outside the courtroom again to take a gander at my phone, I thought, I gotta use the bathroom. So, I figured I better grab my belongings out of the court room, well, an officer decided to tell me that I must grab my belongings, to which I replied, yes, that is what I am doing. That got me removed from the court. The same court that has allowed a child to have no contact with his father at all, as he is accused of hitting a wall. The judge seeths with anger as I laugh at unjust case after unjust case. One thing is for certain, I will never willy nilly choose sexual partners again. Is this seriously the justice system? While my neighbors are fearful that if their car is stolen, the officers will not even pull them over. That, is of course the democrats fault. Or is that one the republicans fault? I know one thing, because I said so is not a good response to any question I have ever had heard. I had come in contact with a friend of mine from many years ago named Brad. Oddly, the same name as a man I thought was my hero, Bradley. Bradley Nowel, from Sublime. I found out pretty soon thereafter that Bradley was not my hero. My hero was much closer to me, my father. How could I come to such a conclusion, you ask? Well, I have been in family court for about three weeks, and I have felt like quitting multiple times. Obviously, I had no choice in the matter, as my son is what I would actually be quitting on. I had no clue my father's struggles, I just judged from ignorance. I think everyone that knows me can I agree I would never quit, especially on my boy. Once I was playing a basketball game down by a hundred. I was the only one still giving it my all. Why would I still be trying? It is not about points. It is never been about points. It is about effort, it is about intention. I find it hard to accept a place that would let one man use his laptop and the next man not to be just. Seems they may have a bit of trouble in determining justice. That is unjust, the very rules in the courtroom are not just, but the process should be?