Ablest Bullshit

Fucking whore of a fucking cunt of a fucking attorney.

I think someone is getting pissy about the disabled self representated trauma victim out out lawyering her. I also get the feeling {D} might have neglected to explain to her who the fuck I am.  I'm smarter than her and I am way more evil. I tried to embrace the fucking with that bitch today and got a little joy out of it  I just have to keep schooling her and sound sainer in writing. And that is remarkably easy considering she doesn't have a defense and is making up facts. 

She has been filing all day. No, correct that: filed a couple of days ago, waited until she got a hearing date, then she sent me the filing. See, this is the shit I don’t fucking respect.

She called into question the existence of my neurological condition. She said it was suspect. Perhaps she needs to talk to her goddamned client. He can tell her all about the convulsions and when my brain goes offline. Or when I lost my fucking fallback trade.

Then what, some bullshit about how {D} was never (she did it in all caps) NEVER CONTACTED BY THE POLICE. You know, except that one time he was publicly removed from his fucking office by them.

Then I got their discovery. {D} doesn’t recall hearing me say “no” or “please stop.” I mean, the whole fucking thing is perjury, and I am legit just trying to skip to that part. Like, I’m sorry? And {D}, I didn’t contact your brother that day, and it wasn’t via email. That was your dad who got an email, and it’s not the same email. I believe I went off on your dad about you and your evilness being entirely his fault. I think I called them bad parents in that one.

Their discovery is slightly incorrect in places. Also, she is fucking up hardcore, and I called her out on some things she got wrong. She got pissed and called it sarcasm. That wasn’t sarcasm. My sarcasm is funny. That was just truth. Like, she put Metro down as the law enforcement agency. It was NSP.

Oh, and now my disability is in discovery. She wants to know when I filed. Ummmm, disability is not something you are somehow required to file for. Yes, if you are seeking benefits, you file for Social Security disability, but you can be disabled without that. Millions of Americans are.

She played a card on that one that pissed me off, legit. She played the too-smart-to-be-disabled card. No. Just fucking no. I explained I can run a website and do numeric data analysis, but I can’t tie my shoes sometimes because the loops don’t make sense. Like, I detailed losing two fucking careers, including my goddamned one I’ve been doing since I was 10, and you’re gonna what? She is grasping at straws.

I wish they were taking this seriously. But fine. My shit will be correct. And I will correct hers as I go.

I think I pissed her off out-lawyering her today. Good. Fucking good.

And {D}, I swear to God I will figure out how to have you charged with perjury for those fucking answers. That’s tomorrow’s research. That is bullshit.

Attending the {D} School of Law is truly fucking informative. First and foremost, perjury is always the easiest choice. If all else fails, slander. It doesn’t matter if it’s on video, you still can make up the answer. Delay, delay, delay. Always gaslight your opponent. If you don’t have an argument, start calling the opponent names. Always strike when your opponent misses a procedural point. And of course, when someone calls you out for factual inaccuracy, tell them they are being unprofessional.

You know what’s unprofessional? Overfiling with arguments that don’t even come to basic fact, like what fucking agency it was or, God forbid, you get the fucking department right on your filings.

I am so going to get her with ADA. Calling into question my disability. Saying it just suddenly came up. Calling it dubious. I’ve been disabled for twenty fucking years. I didn’t have to tell her shit, and it didn’t come up until, you know, my disability became a problem for what she was asking me. Like, legit, this is over how I have the files organized in the drive. That is what this fucking sideshow is about. She wants them labeled and Bates-numbered, and she doesn’t seem to get that she has access to specialty software. All she has to do is upload the files. I don’t have that. You know why they charge money for specialty software that does very certain and exact things for a specific industry? Because people pay for it because otherwise it’s a pain in the ass. We are talking days, a week of work, that will ultimately result in me inevitably losing files and not knowing where the fuck anything is.

I told her nicely, if filing it is so easy, do it your fucking self.

I have to do this shit tomorrow. I hate these people. Like, you couldn’t just answer the motherfucking question. Oh yeah, you would have been admitting a crime. Forgot you are supposed to be a felon. Is perjury just a misdemeanor? It’s so cute how afraid of prison you are. It’s okay, when Bubba rapes you, just listen to your own advice. Shut up. Don’t be stupid. It's not like he will hear you scream anyways.