The road to recalcitrancy
One does not simply wake up on a sunny Thursday morning May 18, 2017 having a new an unfounded disdain for the government. Nay a path of far more damage, and unimaginable lawfare was my teacher.
Flip switch from model citizen living day to day as a mother of two beautiful young daughters, devoted wife to a high functioning addict, holding down two to three mediocre jobs like a good little slave should; or so we have all been taught. Living the sold fallacy of the American dream with no ability to critically think for myself. Always deferring to the “experts” on subjects the worker bee mind does not concern itself with, due to lack of interest, and time constraints. “Keeping up with the Jonse’s” mentality as well as keeping food on the table was all the mental capacity I could allow for the matter. Until “Knock, knock, knock we’re the government, and were here to help.”
Sparing the details that have needlessly been relived millions of times in my head, and on the countless dossiers I have written in an attempt to reach remedy, and redress grievances. Suffice it to say the forementioned date will live in infamy on my life’s timeline, hopefully to a lesser extent on that of my daughter’s. As protecting their innocence was always top priority for the former mother, I once was. Tho that evening in the kitchen facing West was the catalyst, the damage inflicted for the sixteen months of shear horrors to follow, far exceeded a small rug burn on my right elbow, a broken German ivy plant pot, or disheveled utensil drawer.
The girls woke up the following morning with little difference in their routine. Until the afternoon, when they returned from public school in Perry, New York. My oldest mentioned a stranger came to talk to her. Unbeknownst to me, no call from the school or strange woman. Enquiry was made apparently Child protective services (CPS) can speak to your child without your knowledge or consent. This interaction was mild as I come to find out how horrifically others were treated as I entered the world of activism, later in my journey.
Enter case workers, councilors, court documents from THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK/Wyoming County Department of Social Services Vs. dad & mom. Judges, district attorneys, domestic violence coordinators, parenting classes. A barrage of agents, and agencies all trying to justify their jobs and somehow create a villain out of a peaceful mother, whom had been blindsided by the whirlwind aftermath of the unspeakable.
How, and why was I lumped in with the instigator dad? Where was some help for a fractured family, we were trying to survive, and legitimize the effects of weekly appointments paid for out of pocket, appointments I did not want to have forced upon the girls or myself. Parenting classes? For what to have instructions on how to be better at being battered? Whom thought this was a real-world solution, there was childcare cost, housekeeping expenses, camp that the girls were already signed up for, and what do I do with the baby chicks which were inherited from the hatching done for my youngest’s 3rd grade class, we somehow volunteered to raise.
How, and why indeed. After the initial trauma subsided, and court cases were closed. Ceasing the heinous unwanted house visits by women who could not rear a pet rock, let alone tell me how to conduct my parenting. Then the intense training sessions began. I dove into every YouTube guru video I could stay awake at three o’clock in the morning to watch mainly Kirk’s Law Corner with Chris Hallett and Kirk Pendergrass, as the girls slept peacefully in their beds, with full bellies. If there was Constitutional Law in the title of a book, blog, or blip on the internet I read it obsessively. Every agency has a Standard operating procedure mainly on how to continually ruin lives, snatch children, and maximize profit for the meat grinder mechanism known as New York State Unified Court System or as I came to accurately dub the acronym NY SUCS! Hours, turned to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, months to years. I suspect the years shall turn to decades before I set this torch down. A torch I didn’t light but I’ll be damned if I pass this trauma onto unsuspecting grandchildren or great grandchildren, if I am so lucky to meet them.
Quickly decerning, as my initial reaction to the forced do this or else have your children removed from your care. No actions by agent, and agency were legitimate. Enter the discovery of Nicholson vs Scoppetta. Case law from New York state years prior, with near exact parallels to the overreaching actions of Chris Howe, Wendy Sisson, Michael Griffin, and a laundry list of others. Up and up the chain of command I went. Surely this is a case of extreme rarity, there must be an office of XYZ where I can file complaint or claim to assure this doesn’t happen to any other children or mothers again? Silly naive, puppet stay in your lane, know your place as a piggy bank for the STATE OF NEW YORK to money launder off the backs of these precious babes.
All the way to TOP CASES EVERY CHILD WELFARE ATTORNEY SHOULD KNOW New York State. Venture a guess as to which case is number one? Correct Nicholson vs. Scoppetta Top cases every child wellfare attorney should know. In my studies a remonstrance is the form from founding fathers time to correct the errors of these evil atrocities. On to Congress I go, using so much time, time that should have been spent with my daughters tending to their psyche to assure no lasting harm came to their fragile minds, hearts, or souls.
Alas Congress seemed unconcerned with Constitutionality or moral aptness of any agent or agency as long as said department kept raking in the funds. At this point the only conclusion is no one elected, selected, or appointed gave a rat’s behind about a single child living in the state. Sheila Poole commissioner of Office of Children and Family Services was complacent in the death of many children on her Rolex watch. As I continued to traverse every avenue of recompence, there were roadblocks and gatekeepers at each turn. Sheila should be tried for murder the evidence I have alone is overwhelming, she has since vacated her New York State lavish office in favor or not a jail cell as would be deemed appropriate, and the fate of you or I, as common folk would have. Nay last I heard she was brought into the fold of the federal racketeering system known as Health, and human services. Remonstrance 2019 Sheila Poole
I finally share all this in a disjointed manner as the Supreme Court of the United States has recently called my attention back to righting these wrongs, the only way I know how by writing. My next attempt if the People do not get involved and begin removing these abhorrent agents and agencies. Per Mason’s Manual of Legislative procedure, a Petion for redress of grievances is logical. Which will take all my time and energy that is not devoted to fifty- or sixty-hour work weeks, and the balance goes to my girls the limited amount of time I see them. Equally offering remedy as it is written is claims against indemnity bonds of our oath takers. Tho this path as I have already climbed the mountain of paperwork to file. Has once again led to a worthless warmonger named Donna Malcomb Assistant vice president- surety and Finical claims basically giving me the Italian salute. “Donna Malcomb
From:donna.malcomb@zurichna.com
To:Trisha Severson
Cc:lcso@co.livingston.ny.us,lcda@co.livingston.ny.us,jkimbel@co.livingston.ny.us
Tue, Aug 16, 2022 at 8:32 AM
Dear Ms. Severson: Receipt of your e-mail of August 15, 2022, is hereby acknowledged. Please be advised that we are taking no further action regarding your message.
Nothing stated or unstated in this or in any other missive or in any conversation is intended or should be construed as an acknowledgement of coverage regarding the referenced matter or as a waiver of any defense, known or unknown, which Fidelity & Deposit Company of Maryland may have with regard thereto, which defenses are hereby specifically reserved.
DONNA MALCOMB, J.D.
Assistant Vice President – Surety and Financial Claims
Zurich North America
Fidelity and Deposit Company of Maryland
P. O. Box 968032
Schaumburg, Illinois 60196
Office: (800) 656-5155, ext. 6
Fax: (877) 812-5754”
The underlying theme in all the bureaucratic red tape, butt covering one agency does for another, and decades of essential getting away with murder of the most vulnerable in our society, is catch me if you can. Well to all the figureheads of agencies see Chevron vs. Natural Resources Defense Council by Supreme Court of the United States circa right now. Please comprehend you as agent shall pay out the nose. We the People are noticing, and auto pilot has been shut off. Pay shall be from a personal level as in the ill begotten gains of Vincent Hemming, Michael Mohun, Thomas Dougherty pensions to list a few. Give me just a little more time, all I needed was one oath keeper, just one. Article 13 Section 1 oath or affirmation: "I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support the constitution of the United States, and the constitution of the State of New York, and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of ......, according to the best of my ability;"
The least of my abilities far exceeds the best of these worthless, yellow-bellied, puppets, and I shall till my dying breath (not an invitation to Assange me) seek proper, peaceful course of action to bankrupt the three dozen losers who just needed to know, care, or correct based upon Nicholson vs. Scoppetta.
Easily able to draw similar conclusions nearly every reader, living soul, and those we unnecessarily lost do the the covid scamdemic. Please before it’s to late there must be an end to apathy. All of us have been monumentally harmed, injured and caused lost beyond any dollar amount of punitive damages awarded. It is immediate action from the mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters that want change, nay that demand change for the betterment of this great nation. A great nation I have the privilage to navigate on a daily basis, tho if the course is not corrected I question if there shall be a nation left. Stay tuned for the next installment, The road to … (title in progress).Nicholson vs Scoppetta