***
Hey, now... Here's a leftover news item, a digital turkey leg if you will, that might interest you. It certainly interests me.
This is a link to a December 29, 2016 article, which explains nicely the horrific wrongdoing of Defendant Joyce deJong. It tells how a city government and a county medical examiner in northern Michigan settled out of court with David Ferris II - much to the local tax base's chagrin.
Plaintiff Ferris is just a little bit put out by deJong's dishonest testimony in his case - work so slipshod that its very existence was enough for the prosecutor to drop all charges. False witness was borne against this man, the label of Baby Killer affixed to his name, his reputation.
This caused him to be deprived of his liberty for 97 days. It got him (and his wife) placed on the Michigan Child Abuse Registry. It forced him to endure death threats, which made him pack up his things and leave town.
His wife, in the midst of grieving the loss of her child, also became a target for some of the most vulgar online abuse imaginable. That is perhaps the most disturbing tangent to the Ferris story, the howling, ignorant masses with their cyber pitchforks and LED torches, purveyed by the web's most cynical (and click-craving) masters. I'd link you to one of them, so you could dip your toes in the raw sewage... But you'd no doubt get a virus.
They settled for cheap, the Cadillac cops ($190,000) and the Wexford County ME ($60k), they really did. And they left deJong out in the cold. For her, after what she did, there should be no settlement. Her punishment should be greater than her tolerance for such. Why?
Because she violates, routinely, the very oath of Hippocrates: "First, Do No Harm." She's been doing it for the bulk of her career, an uncaring maniac wielding a scalpel.
In principle, what she did to Dave Ferris is the same thing she did to my family, other families. She takes something unimaginably horrible, plays with it in her clammy little hands, and fictitiously turns it into something even worse - for the record.
For these egregious, serial violations of the public trust, Joyce deJong ought to be in jail. She sure as Hell doesn't deserve to keep a professional license of any kind.
Nobody I know disagrees: This has to be stopped. She has to be stopped. Now.
And just like it went down up North, it doesn't just reflect poorly on WMed, and on Kalamazoo County, the fact that they both continue to employ this monstrosity...
It also makes them complicit.
pH o1.16.17
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Monday, January 16, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
WikiPaulia
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On Feb 2, 2016 6:34 PM, "Joanne M Catania" wrote:
To Mrs. Heller,
Thank you for calling and talking with me. I truly appreciate how much courage it took for you to call me. I am sorry for the roadblocks or frustrations you encountered through this very traumatic experience. I would like to have further dialogue in hopes that our office can offer some peace in this time of grief. Please send the letter we discussed. Talk with you soon,
Jo Catania MPA, D-ABMDI
***
On March 18, 2016 3:30 PM, "theresa heller" wrote:
Dear Jo,
Thank you so much for meeting me today. I hope I didn't seem rude. I'm afraid I'm more like a robot than a human being right now. I just know my son would never ever have taken himself away from us. I hope that between the Legacy post and these letters, you will get to know him and see this for yourself. Thank you again, take care.
***
From: "theresa heller" 4/19/2016 7:24:29 PM
To: Joanne M Catania
It's been almost 9 months since my son passed. Instead of continuing to play games, just give me the answer. Is my son's death record going to be corrected or not? It's a very simple question.
Theresa Heller, MA
***
On Wed, Apr 20, 2016 at 2:56 PM -0700, "Thomas E Zavitz" wrote:
Jo,
See attached. I will fill you in tomorrow. We need to coordinate with you, joyce hal and myself. Z
***
Then the coroner and her peons got tired of my sister's "behavior". And they said, in petulant exasperation, "we are DONE." And they said the case was closed. Within 10 days of me writing about it, they discussed taking legal action against Yours Truly.
They lied about a peer review that was to take place but never did. They lied about having based their phoney decision on police reports that they didn't even request until the following May. They lied about "wrapping up" an investigation that never even took place, because if it did, they were bound by law to turn it over as part of our FOIA request...
Like the above emails.
I wish I could tell you the Russians were behind the leaking of WMed's and Kalamazoo County's emails, because their words and actions have much more in common with Vladimir Putin's government than they do with mine.
In the spirit of Wiki, I'll be happy to dump the entire contents of our FOIA request, but I'm no hacker. These are public records, and you will be able to read all of them in short order.
But not here, Pilgrim...
Here.
pH o1.11.17
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On Feb 2, 2016 6:34 PM, "Joanne M Catania" wrote:
To Mrs. Heller,
Thank you for calling and talking with me. I truly appreciate how much courage it took for you to call me. I am sorry for the roadblocks or frustrations you encountered through this very traumatic experience. I would like to have further dialogue in hopes that our office can offer some peace in this time of grief. Please send the letter we discussed. Talk with you soon,
Jo Catania MPA, D-ABMDI
***
On March 18, 2016 3:30 PM, "theresa heller" wrote:
Dear Jo,
Thank you so much for meeting me today. I hope I didn't seem rude. I'm afraid I'm more like a robot than a human being right now. I just know my son would never ever have taken himself away from us. I hope that between the Legacy post and these letters, you will get to know him and see this for yourself. Thank you again, take care.
***
From: "theresa heller" 4/19/2016 7:24:29 PM
To: Joanne M Catania
It's been almost 9 months since my son passed. Instead of continuing to play games, just give me the answer. Is my son's death record going to be corrected or not? It's a very simple question.
Theresa Heller, MA
***
On Wed, Apr 20, 2016 at 2:56 PM -0700, "Thomas E Zavitz" wrote:
Jo,
See attached. I will fill you in tomorrow. We need to coordinate with you, joyce hal and myself. Z
***
Then the coroner and her peons got tired of my sister's "behavior". And they said, in petulant exasperation, "we are DONE." And they said the case was closed. Within 10 days of me writing about it, they discussed taking legal action against Yours Truly.
They lied about a peer review that was to take place but never did. They lied about having based their phoney decision on police reports that they didn't even request until the following May. They lied about "wrapping up" an investigation that never even took place, because if it did, they were bound by law to turn it over as part of our FOIA request...
Like the above emails.
I wish I could tell you the Russians were behind the leaking of WMed's and Kalamazoo County's emails, because their words and actions have much more in common with Vladimir Putin's government than they do with mine.
In the spirit of Wiki, I'll be happy to dump the entire contents of our FOIA request, but I'm no hacker. These are public records, and you will be able to read all of them in short order.
But not here, Pilgrim...
Here.
pH o1.11.17
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Monday, January 2, 2017
Legal Holiday
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Today is a legal holiday, you know, because in no civilized society would we simply say to government workers, bankers and the Post Office that the first of the year falls on a Sunday and so like the Quakers say, "tough oats." We put up with it.
We put up with it because it gives us all an extra day to drink and watch football... It's sort of an American obligation, really, and I didn't mind doing my merry part.
So for the second day in a row, I began my morning activity by fumbling around in my sister's medicine cabinet, looking for the ibuprofen.
Two days in a row, I noticed, she still twists the childproof cap on the pill bottle after she closes it. Even though there is no child here anymore, and has not been for almost a year and a half.
Being a mom is a hard habit to be broken of.
I don't know what else to say, here on the second first day of the New Year. My words fail me, so I'll borrow some from a great American (one who never took a day off, legal or otherwise), General George S. Patton:
May God have mercy on my enemies, because I won't.
pH o1.o2.17
***
Today is a legal holiday, you know, because in no civilized society would we simply say to government workers, bankers and the Post Office that the first of the year falls on a Sunday and so like the Quakers say, "tough oats." We put up with it.
We put up with it because it gives us all an extra day to drink and watch football... It's sort of an American obligation, really, and I didn't mind doing my merry part.
So for the second day in a row, I began my morning activity by fumbling around in my sister's medicine cabinet, looking for the ibuprofen.
Two days in a row, I noticed, she still twists the childproof cap on the pill bottle after she closes it. Even though there is no child here anymore, and has not been for almost a year and a half.
Being a mom is a hard habit to be broken of.
I don't know what else to say, here on the second first day of the New Year. My words fail me, so I'll borrow some from a great American (one who never took a day off, legal or otherwise), General George S. Patton:
May God have mercy on my enemies, because I won't.
pH o1.o2.17
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Sunday, December 18, 2016
On Goats, Donkeys and Charles Dickens
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We've covered a lot of ground here, maybe too much ground. Above and beyond it all, though, I still am plagued by a persistent pet peeve... Which is in nearly all ways better than being plagued by a persistent pet goat.
It's the misuse of metaphors. Can't have it. Drives me nuts.
One of the greatest victims, they say, of this abuse is the fictional character created by Charles Dickens: Ebenezer Scrooge. That's a name we improperly affix to cheapskates, skinflints, chiselers and the like.
By the end of "A Christmas Carol", you ought to recall, the old tightwad had seen the light - or, rather, the dark. Not ringing a bell? Remember, he gave the dopey peasant kid a Christmas goose? (Wot? The one that's big as me?)
That's just a small pet peeve, though. I'm only reminded of it because of the holiday season. I find it annoying, but not offensive.
The messed-up metaphor that most makes me mad is the dumbest, easiest one of them all... One that I had down pat at the age of seven. It's the one about the carrot and the stick.
Everybody blows this one. I'm mystified as to its everyday misapplication, since it seems straightforward enough.
Prominent people routinely display their naked ignorance where the carrot-and-stick metaphor is concerned. They've done it so much as to change its definition. It is referred to now as an "idiom" referencing rewards and punishments.
It is not. The way the pundits use it now would have us believe that there are two choices in a given scenario - the carrot, or the stick. That translates into, "You either take the damn carrot, or I'm going to beat you with this stick."
Uh, no.
It's probably too late now, but it might have been more useful to have called it the Carrot, Stick and String approach. Because the actual idea behind the metaphor is quite simplistic as well as pragmatic, a vestige of humanity's rural upbringing. It goes like this:
If you want a stubborn donkey to move, all you do is dangle a carrot, tied to the end of a stick with a piece of string, in front of him. If he wants the carrot - and he does - he'll have to walk forward to get it but he won't be able to, because you've... Oh, forget it. WHACK (Heeyaw!) WHACK (Heeyaw!! Heeyaw!!) WHACK WHA--
See how badly these things can turn out? It's serious. We could well end up in a thermonuclear exchange with the North Koreans because of something that stupid.
It's not just an opinion, like the idea that we humans peel our bananas from the wrong end, or just plain idiocy like "escape goat". It's more insidious, less innocent, than that.
When will it ever end? Hard to say. Certainly not 'til the cows come home... Perhaps when pigs fly. Or when the chickens come home to roost. Whatever.
pH 12.18.16
***
We've covered a lot of ground here, maybe too much ground. Above and beyond it all, though, I still am plagued by a persistent pet peeve... Which is in nearly all ways better than being plagued by a persistent pet goat.
It's the misuse of metaphors. Can't have it. Drives me nuts.
One of the greatest victims, they say, of this abuse is the fictional character created by Charles Dickens: Ebenezer Scrooge. That's a name we improperly affix to cheapskates, skinflints, chiselers and the like.
By the end of "A Christmas Carol", you ought to recall, the old tightwad had seen the light - or, rather, the dark. Not ringing a bell? Remember, he gave the dopey peasant kid a Christmas goose? (Wot? The one that's big as me?)
That's just a small pet peeve, though. I'm only reminded of it because of the holiday season. I find it annoying, but not offensive.
The messed-up metaphor that most makes me mad is the dumbest, easiest one of them all... One that I had down pat at the age of seven. It's the one about the carrot and the stick.
Everybody blows this one. I'm mystified as to its everyday misapplication, since it seems straightforward enough.
Prominent people routinely display their naked ignorance where the carrot-and-stick metaphor is concerned. They've done it so much as to change its definition. It is referred to now as an "idiom" referencing rewards and punishments.
It is not. The way the pundits use it now would have us believe that there are two choices in a given scenario - the carrot, or the stick. That translates into, "You either take the damn carrot, or I'm going to beat you with this stick."
Uh, no.
It's probably too late now, but it might have been more useful to have called it the Carrot, Stick and String approach. Because the actual idea behind the metaphor is quite simplistic as well as pragmatic, a vestige of humanity's rural upbringing. It goes like this:
If you want a stubborn donkey to move, all you do is dangle a carrot, tied to the end of a stick with a piece of string, in front of him. If he wants the carrot - and he does - he'll have to walk forward to get it but he won't be able to, because you've... Oh, forget it. WHACK (Heeyaw!) WHACK (Heeyaw!! Heeyaw!!) WHACK WHA--
See how badly these things can turn out? It's serious. We could well end up in a thermonuclear exchange with the North Koreans because of something that stupid.
It's not just an opinion, like the idea that we humans peel our bananas from the wrong end, or just plain idiocy like "escape goat". It's more insidious, less innocent, than that.
When will it ever end? Hard to say. Certainly not 'til the cows come home... Perhaps when pigs fly. Or when the chickens come home to roost. Whatever.
pH 12.18.16
***
Sunday, December 11, 2016
All Right Then
***
Author's Note: This one got me sued. The 9th Circuit Court of Kalamazoo County ordered one of my posts be taken down AND issued a Temporary Restraining Order against me before I was even served. The TRO later became a Preliminary Injunction, which was vacated after almost a year when the case was voluntarily dropped against me in 2018... However, the PI was enforced against Charlie's parents, and in fact became a Permanent Order - a lifetime gag.
Well, in an opinion that the appeals court of Michigan will publish today, that permanent order was ruled unconstitutional. It "violated", the court said, the "defendants' First Amendment right to free speech."
Uh-oh... And it all started with this, from December of 2016. The following blog post is an official public record, an actual Exhibit in a civil court case.
***
This letter was sent to my sister, a grieving Mom who held her dead child in her arms until the police separated them, right in her own front yard. I am authorized by my family, by the Founding Fathers and by God to respond:
Dear Ms. Heller,
By way of introduction, please know that I have been retained by the Redmond Funeral Home to demand that you cease and desist all contact with the Redmond Funeral Home.
I understand that you have contacted the Paw Paw Michigan State Police post no fewer than 37 times, that you have posted many untrue things on the internet, and that you have been sighted driving by the funeral home on several occasions, among other things. You have made numerous negative postings on social media regarding my client.
My client respectfully demands that you cease and desist all such activity, have no further relationship to the funeral home, and that you retain an attorney and file a lawsuit should you feel the need to do so. My client further demands that you refrain from all social media postings whatsoever. Should you feel the need to contact the Redmond Funeral Home, I respectfully request that you do so through my office. Lastly, should you fail to conduct yourself accordingly, my client has asked me to file a Complaint in the Circuit Court seeking an injunction restricting your conduct.
For these reasons, the Redmond Funeral Home demands that you agree in writing to immediately cease and desist from all future conduct and untruthful allegations that you have alleged.
Very truly yours,
Lewis Reed & Allen PC
Ronald W Ryan
(It was cc'd to Martha Redmond.)
***
Very quickly, line by line:
Thanks for the intro, I'm Paul Heller. Please know that I'm a jury consultant in my spare time, that I have handled some pretty big cases in which I worked with and against some very good attorneys... And this letter is less than sterling, in my professional opinion, and other legal minds I know concur. Here's why.
"I understand that you have contacted the Paw Paw Michigan State Police post no fewer than 37 times..."
Ms. Heller is perfectly aware how many times she has been in contact with the Paw Paw Michigan State Police post. If her regular contact there worked at the Wayland post, she would have contacted the Wayland post 37 times -- anyway, it's more like 40 by now. Also, the State Police say they didn't call your firm about it, so...
"... that you have posted many untrue things on the internet..."
Well, what is an "untrue thing"? I can post that I believe in Unicorns, which is an untrue thing in that (A) I don't really believe in them because (B) they don't exist. But I can post it on the internet. As a matter of fact, I just did.
"... and that you have been sighted driving by the funeral home on several occasions..."
The funeral home, a big gaudy thing that looks like a cross between a bank and a plantation, is situated on Kalamazoo's main traffic artery, literally 4 blocks South of her home, and is also located across the street from Charlie's resting place. Additionally, Ms. Heller does not own a motor vehicle.
"...among other things."
List 'em.
"You have made numerous negative postings on social media regarding my client."
List 'em, I said. Go for it. I dare you to publicly reveal the complaints and concerns, however indelicately worded, that my sister has made about your client and her employee. Or I can.
"My client respectfully demands that you cease and desist all such activity, have no further relationship to the funeral home, and that you retain an attorney and file a lawsuit should you feel the need to do so."
In order: No, it depends, and... Okay.
"My client further demands that you refrain from all social media postings whatsoever."
Wow; really unbelievable. To paraphrase the late, great Molly Ivins, that sentence probably comes across less awkwardly in its original German version. Astonishing. Ridiculous... Illegal?
"Should you feel the need to contact the Redmond funeral home I respectfully request that you do so through my office."
Oh, so after making no small amount of pointy demands, you're suddenly softening your stance and making a respectful request? She respectfully declines.
"Lastly, should you fail to conduct yourself accordingly, my client has asked me to file a Complaint in the Circuit Court seeking an injunction restricting your conduct."
That sounds more serious than getting sent to the principal's office. While you're down there, you can file a Complaint against whatever ham sandwich seems to have upset you so.
"For these reasons, the Redmond Funeral Home demands that you agree in writing to immediately cease and desist from all future conduct and untruthful allegations that you have alleged."
Quite honestly, that's about all I'd really expect from a Hillsdale College graduate. You have your answer, sir. Now if you'll pardon me, I'm going to say a few things to your boss.
***
Since Dean Lewis croaked a few years ago and Fred Allen has retired, that just leaves Mr. Reed, to whom I say this: I know every ugly thing about your alleged client, because it's all a matter of public record.
You tell Bill Redmond he isn't the only guy who will stick up for his sister. The difference is that mine lost her son, and his employs a pedophile, who had access to her boy's body.
Official Response: Try me. The last guy who did found it not to his liking. Go one step further in this sick charade, and you and your client will find out what I can really do as a researcher and a writer... Not this Vaudeville act, I assure you.
pH 12.11.16
***
Author's Note: This one got me sued. The 9th Circuit Court of Kalamazoo County ordered one of my posts be taken down AND issued a Temporary Restraining Order against me before I was even served. The TRO later became a Preliminary Injunction, which was vacated after almost a year when the case was voluntarily dropped against me in 2018... However, the PI was enforced against Charlie's parents, and in fact became a Permanent Order - a lifetime gag.
Well, in an opinion that the appeals court of Michigan will publish today, that permanent order was ruled unconstitutional. It "violated", the court said, the "defendants' First Amendment right to free speech."
Uh-oh... And it all started with this, from December of 2016. The following blog post is an official public record, an actual Exhibit in a civil court case.
***
This letter was sent to my sister, a grieving Mom who held her dead child in her arms until the police separated them, right in her own front yard. I am authorized by my family, by the Founding Fathers and by God to respond:
Dear Ms. Heller,
By way of introduction, please know that I have been retained by the Redmond Funeral Home to demand that you cease and desist all contact with the Redmond Funeral Home.
I understand that you have contacted the Paw Paw Michigan State Police post no fewer than 37 times, that you have posted many untrue things on the internet, and that you have been sighted driving by the funeral home on several occasions, among other things. You have made numerous negative postings on social media regarding my client.
My client respectfully demands that you cease and desist all such activity, have no further relationship to the funeral home, and that you retain an attorney and file a lawsuit should you feel the need to do so. My client further demands that you refrain from all social media postings whatsoever. Should you feel the need to contact the Redmond Funeral Home, I respectfully request that you do so through my office. Lastly, should you fail to conduct yourself accordingly, my client has asked me to file a Complaint in the Circuit Court seeking an injunction restricting your conduct.
For these reasons, the Redmond Funeral Home demands that you agree in writing to immediately cease and desist from all future conduct and untruthful allegations that you have alleged.
Very truly yours,
Lewis Reed & Allen PC
Ronald W Ryan
(It was cc'd to Martha Redmond.)
***
Very quickly, line by line:
Thanks for the intro, I'm Paul Heller. Please know that I'm a jury consultant in my spare time, that I have handled some pretty big cases in which I worked with and against some very good attorneys... And this letter is less than sterling, in my professional opinion, and other legal minds I know concur. Here's why.
"I understand that you have contacted the Paw Paw Michigan State Police post no fewer than 37 times..."
Ms. Heller is perfectly aware how many times she has been in contact with the Paw Paw Michigan State Police post. If her regular contact there worked at the Wayland post, she would have contacted the Wayland post 37 times -- anyway, it's more like 40 by now. Also, the State Police say they didn't call your firm about it, so...
"... that you have posted many untrue things on the internet..."
Well, what is an "untrue thing"? I can post that I believe in Unicorns, which is an untrue thing in that (A) I don't really believe in them because (B) they don't exist. But I can post it on the internet. As a matter of fact, I just did.
"... and that you have been sighted driving by the funeral home on several occasions..."
The funeral home, a big gaudy thing that looks like a cross between a bank and a plantation, is situated on Kalamazoo's main traffic artery, literally 4 blocks South of her home, and is also located across the street from Charlie's resting place. Additionally, Ms. Heller does not own a motor vehicle.
"...among other things."
List 'em.
"You have made numerous negative postings on social media regarding my client."
List 'em, I said. Go for it. I dare you to publicly reveal the complaints and concerns, however indelicately worded, that my sister has made about your client and her employee. Or I can.
"My client respectfully demands that you cease and desist all such activity, have no further relationship to the funeral home, and that you retain an attorney and file a lawsuit should you feel the need to do so."
In order: No, it depends, and... Okay.
"My client further demands that you refrain from all social media postings whatsoever."
Wow; really unbelievable. To paraphrase the late, great Molly Ivins, that sentence probably comes across less awkwardly in its original German version. Astonishing. Ridiculous... Illegal?
"Should you feel the need to contact the Redmond funeral home I respectfully request that you do so through my office."
Oh, so after making no small amount of pointy demands, you're suddenly softening your stance and making a respectful request? She respectfully declines.
"Lastly, should you fail to conduct yourself accordingly, my client has asked me to file a Complaint in the Circuit Court seeking an injunction restricting your conduct."
That sounds more serious than getting sent to the principal's office. While you're down there, you can file a Complaint against whatever ham sandwich seems to have upset you so.
"For these reasons, the Redmond Funeral Home demands that you agree in writing to immediately cease and desist from all future conduct and untruthful allegations that you have alleged."
Quite honestly, that's about all I'd really expect from a Hillsdale College graduate. You have your answer, sir. Now if you'll pardon me, I'm going to say a few things to your boss.
***
Since Dean Lewis croaked a few years ago and Fred Allen has retired, that just leaves Mr. Reed, to whom I say this: I know every ugly thing about your alleged client, because it's all a matter of public record.
You tell Bill Redmond he isn't the only guy who will stick up for his sister. The difference is that mine lost her son, and his employs a pedophile, who had access to her boy's body.
Official Response: Try me. The last guy who did found it not to his liking. Go one step further in this sick charade, and you and your client will find out what I can really do as a researcher and a writer... Not this Vaudeville act, I assure you.
pH 12.11.16
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Friday, December 9, 2016
But First...
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A copy of the email I sent to our attorney:
A copy of the email I sent to our attorney:
Hi, T******. Some thoughts about this letter...
First, if you look up Ryan's profile you see that he is a divorce lawyer who also does some estate planning and workman's compensation. This isn't his area of expertise, either... And the ham-handed language of the letter bears that out.
The fact that William Redmond is also with the firm makes me believe that Martha Redmond called up a relative, who handed it off to another junior where he worked.
Also, this document is not on company letterhead. The entire thing was run from a copier... I can tell from my years in the printing business. Ink smudges; toner doesn't. You can literally knock it off the surface of the paper, especially a linen fiber paper like this one (see attached pic).
Why would he do that when the company already paid for letterhead printed in ink, matching the envelope?
For the same reason he's doing things - supposedly on retainer - that aren't really his brand of law. Because he didn't tell his boss, that's why. I doubt that, had Martha Redmond retained this firm, they'd have handed a C&D/harrassment assignment to someone who does estate planning, workman's comp and divorce. I smell a rat, Godfather!
The clincher: The watermark is backward. No pressman would ever, ever print on the wrong side of a watermarked letterhead... Not for a law firm.
So this smells like made-up bullshit to me. I bet if you called up Richard Reed, the lone remaining Partner, he'd have no idea what you were talking about.
We'll see.
Paul
***
Followed up with:
Further grist for my theory... Companies print letterhead for several reasons, mostly aesthetic ones but also for technical ones.
Letterhead and envelopes are ordered at the same time. Makes perfect sense.
No company would simply generate their letterhead through their in-office copier, because they're fussy about "tick marks". They like a clean sheet...
But more than that, if you intend to print out a letterhead with information on it, as firms do, you have to print it on a press in ink. Because toner doesn't sink into stock. So a stack of paper that had been copied as letterhead (with the company info at the top) is taller on the printed half than on the blank half. So running a copy through a copier again won't work. Why?
The thicker side of the sheet goes more slowly through the fuser rollers (think of an old-school laundry press) than the blank side, causing skewing, which ruins the job.
Further, not all copy machines are equal. Some use higher temperature rollers (the toner is baked onto the sheet via heat, pressure and oil). It is very common for pre-copied materials to have their text/images melted off the page and the text/image is then "ghosted" onto every following sheet - again, ruining the job.
That's why letterhead is universally printed on a press, using real ink, which does not increase the thickness of the paper, and is impervious to heat/oil/pressure once it dries. The purpose of letterhead is to add info later. And that can only happen one way.
So that letter is, in all likelihood, a back-door deal that Martha's trying to pull off. Let me know what you think.
***
See where I'm going with this, Dear Reader? That's okay... They don't either. The other hotshot big city lawyer I know, an old friend, had this to say:
Agree that it is not the most professionally written letter. Possibly just a formality and as a precursor to a TRO. Listen to your lawyer - that's why you pay him or her! :-)
Yep.
You want to know what that letter says? You really do, don't you? I want to tell you so badly... No, seriously, if I did you wouldn't believe it, I know. Let me think about it. Maybe I will, I don't know. Should I? You think I should?
Why not? What the hell do I have to lose?
You want to know what that letter says? You really do, don't you? I want to tell you so badly... No, seriously, if I did you wouldn't believe it, I know. Let me think about it. Maybe I will, I don't know. Should I? You think I should?
Why not? What the hell do I have to lose?
pH 12.o9.16
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Friday, November 25, 2016
Updates, For Those of You Who Must Have Them
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Happy Black Friday... Officially the first night in a long while in which turkeys in America will get some real sleep.
There are only a couple-three minor things to tell you about. The wheels turn slowly, and none of us are going anywhere.
The best news is that former Kalamazoo County Commissioner John Taylor lost his bid to unseat longtime County Clerk Timmy Snow.
I personally asked a number of people to vote against Taylor. I stuck a Tim Snow sign out on the corner of my sister's yard, about 60 feet away from the spot where Charlie died. I tweeted rude (but truthful) things about Taylor regularly...
And in the only Blue county in southwest Michigan, Democrat Taylor lost by a few hundred votes. I'm taking partial credit; get a job, John.
Taylor, of course, was the one who ignored our plaintive bleats for help in the matter of my nephew's tragic accidental death, which County ME Joyce "Hacksaw" deJong and her mindless henchmen have falsely (maliciously?) labeled a suicide.
A half-point to their side, though, with regard to the retrial of Leo Ackley in Battle Creek. What did anybody expect? It took place in the same venue as before, preceded by headlines akin to 'Baby Killer Gets New Trial'.
The same pathologist who discredited deJong's work in the David Ferris case (which now has her embroiled as a defendant in civil court) testified for the defense. There really is no process or means by which this County Death Queen's rulings can be reversed, so obtaining a second opinion is about the only thing you can do around here... And in Ackley's case, sound expert testimony seems to have escaped the purview of the jury's blinders.
So, winter sets in. A blanket of snow will cover our lawn and Charlie's resting place. The matter will not rest, but hibernate like a bear, content to slumber and wait while the pages of the calendar turn slowly, like the wheels.
pH 11.25.16
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Happy Black Friday... Officially the first night in a long while in which turkeys in America will get some real sleep.
There are only a couple-three minor things to tell you about. The wheels turn slowly, and none of us are going anywhere.
The best news is that former Kalamazoo County Commissioner John Taylor lost his bid to unseat longtime County Clerk Timmy Snow.
I personally asked a number of people to vote against Taylor. I stuck a Tim Snow sign out on the corner of my sister's yard, about 60 feet away from the spot where Charlie died. I tweeted rude (but truthful) things about Taylor regularly...
And in the only Blue county in southwest Michigan, Democrat Taylor lost by a few hundred votes. I'm taking partial credit; get a job, John.
Taylor, of course, was the one who ignored our plaintive bleats for help in the matter of my nephew's tragic accidental death, which County ME Joyce "Hacksaw" deJong and her mindless henchmen have falsely (maliciously?) labeled a suicide.
A half-point to their side, though, with regard to the retrial of Leo Ackley in Battle Creek. What did anybody expect? It took place in the same venue as before, preceded by headlines akin to 'Baby Killer Gets New Trial'.
The same pathologist who discredited deJong's work in the David Ferris case (which now has her embroiled as a defendant in civil court) testified for the defense. There really is no process or means by which this County Death Queen's rulings can be reversed, so obtaining a second opinion is about the only thing you can do around here... And in Ackley's case, sound expert testimony seems to have escaped the purview of the jury's blinders.
So, winter sets in. A blanket of snow will cover our lawn and Charlie's resting place. The matter will not rest, but hibernate like a bear, content to slumber and wait while the pages of the calendar turn slowly, like the wheels.
pH 11.25.16
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Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Post-Script Redux Part II, Jr.
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There's not a hell of a lot left to say about KDPS Case No. 15-010549. It's more or less time for Uncle Paul to get out of the way now, and let the courts take over... Since money and secrecy are the only things the bad guys care about, those are the things we shall seek to deprive them of.
My work is done anyway. I've made sure this blog will keep flying on its own, ripe with keywords and powered by truth and love. The search engines have it now, and anyone looking for WMed, Joyce deJong or even Kalamazoo County will inherently run into the ghost of young Dennis Charles Wolf along the way.
The loathesome toads I've surfaced, like Joyce the Butcher and Tom Rabbits and Lyin' Jo and Kai Crony, they're stuck in a long shadow for the balance of their careers. I can't help them. They can't help themselves.
Obviously, this is the story of Charlie Wolf, a delightful and innocent boy, but I'd like to dedicate it to another Charlie... My father, Charlie Heller. This one's for you. For teaching me The Lesson of the Football and every other important thing I know.
Just tried to do like you said, Dad, all those years ago in the front yard:
Big swing, now. That's the ticket!
Paul F. Heller. August 2, 2016
Monday, July 25, 2016
Long Road Behind
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Thank You, Dear Readers! Look at that meter spinning away. Each page view is a slap in the face of these unconcerned, quasi-public clods, like Tom Zavitz , who said that this blog about my nephew Charlie "doesn't have a lot of readership".
They just don't get it.
Each page view cuts deeper into their cyber-world like a sandblaster filled with Ones and Zeroes. This happens whether they know it or not. Yet, even as the wondrous nature of Search Engine Optimization and Artificial Intelligence turns their very identities into bot food, they stubbornly refuse to budge over what amounts to a clerical correction.
They just don't get it.
The clumsy compilation prepared by Jo Catania , WMed's lead (like the metal) investigator dismissed our stack of testimonials as being "emotionally driven". As though they could be otherwise... Some were that (although certainly not the one from his pediatrician), but most of them spoke to my nephew Charlie's good nature and happy existence; they are factually driven. The rest of her summary was equally devoid of veracity - by intent, I suppose.
They just don't get it.
False witness has been borne against a child who cannot defend himself. It starts with the lies that comprise Kai Cronin's report, which falsely accuses the victim of a crime. (Suicide is illegal in all 50 states, as is attempted suicide.) When this was made known to the County, it was essentially quashed, buried in an "investigation" that has so far resulted in the generation of absolutely nothing - only the aforementioned summary, which was obviously hastily written, and laden with grammatical and factual errors alike.
They just don't get it.
My sister and I met with a grief counselor last week. We were told that what we went through is the sort of thing that causes PTSD. (Of course. ) Beyond that, the unending struggle to change this wonderful, unlucky kid's official cause of death from Suicide to Accidental has prevented us from even having a grieving process. That's been staved off, and is likely - in part or in whole - still to come, once our mission has finally been completed.
They just don't get it.
This is Day Number Three Hundred and Sixty Four. One year since the last time any of us has had a normal day or a restful night. If I stacked up 364 silver dollars , they'd stand almost as high as Charlie's shoulders. They'd amount to more than a third of his body weight. And the ambulance company would want all of them (plus more) as compensation for their services.
They just don't get it.
"Drown your sorrows in good deeds," our neighbor Jim told us, throughout the 16 weeks that elapsed before Jim went to find Charlie on the Other Side. And we have tried to do that. Charlie's Mom, in her son's name, has given over 700 floral arrangements, in vases, to those who needed their spirits lifted: Veterans. The elderly. Cancer patients. Addicts. Victims of abuse. People who have lost. People who can't lose anymore because they are alone.
They just don't get it.
The name of his nonprofit is Charlie the Merchant.
Why am I telling you all this?
Because, Dear Reader... I think you get it.
pH 7.25.16
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Thank You, Dear Readers! Look at that meter spinning away. Each page view is a slap in the face of these unconcerned, quasi-public clods, like Tom Zavitz , who said that this blog about my nephew Charlie "doesn't have a lot of readership".
They just don't get it.
Each page view cuts deeper into their cyber-world like a sandblaster filled with Ones and Zeroes. This happens whether they know it or not. Yet, even as the wondrous nature of Search Engine Optimization and Artificial Intelligence turns their very identities into bot food, they stubbornly refuse to budge over what amounts to a clerical correction.
They just don't get it.
The clumsy compilation prepared by Jo Catania , WMed's lead (like the metal) investigator dismissed our stack of testimonials as being "emotionally driven". As though they could be otherwise... Some were that (although certainly not the one from his pediatrician), but most of them spoke to my nephew Charlie's good nature and happy existence; they are factually driven. The rest of her summary was equally devoid of veracity - by intent, I suppose.
They just don't get it.
False witness has been borne against a child who cannot defend himself. It starts with the lies that comprise Kai Cronin's report, which falsely accuses the victim of a crime. (Suicide is illegal in all 50 states, as is attempted suicide.) When this was made known to the County, it was essentially quashed, buried in an "investigation" that has so far resulted in the generation of absolutely nothing - only the aforementioned summary, which was obviously hastily written, and laden with grammatical and factual errors alike.
They just don't get it.
My sister and I met with a grief counselor last week. We were told that what we went through is the sort of thing that causes PTSD. (Of course. ) Beyond that, the unending struggle to change this wonderful, unlucky kid's official cause of death from Suicide to Accidental has prevented us from even having a grieving process. That's been staved off, and is likely - in part or in whole - still to come, once our mission has finally been completed.
They just don't get it.
This is Day Number Three Hundred and Sixty Four. One year since the last time any of us has had a normal day or a restful night. If I stacked up 364 silver dollars , they'd stand almost as high as Charlie's shoulders. They'd amount to more than a third of his body weight. And the ambulance company would want all of them (plus more) as compensation for their services.
They just don't get it.
"Drown your sorrows in good deeds," our neighbor Jim told us, throughout the 16 weeks that elapsed before Jim went to find Charlie on the Other Side. And we have tried to do that. Charlie's Mom, in her son's name, has given over 700 floral arrangements, in vases, to those who needed their spirits lifted: Veterans. The elderly. Cancer patients. Addicts. Victims of abuse. People who have lost. People who can't lose anymore because they are alone.
They just don't get it.
The name of his nonprofit is Charlie the Merchant.
Why am I telling you all this?
Because, Dear Reader... I think you get it.
pH 7.25.16
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