An Inspiring Gift to All Loving Dads on Fathers’ Day

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A friend I made during a documentary excursion in western New York last year

By Dr. Leon R. Koziol

Well the day has finally come, the earliest release of my startling new book to be formally published later this summer regarding divorce and family court corruption. I am making the opening chapter available at no charge as a gift to all loving dads on Fathers’ Day 2017. Please share it freely.

It is also a release that is highly beneficial as an educational product for all abused parents and families. The background for this book and an excerpt demonstrating its wide appeal were posted here the past two nights. This one will conclude my Fathers’ Day trilogy.

Last year, I was joined at this time by a doctor, dentist and engineer from different parts of the country on the steps of the United States Supreme Court. We conducted a news conference in support of a first-ever shared parenting case.

Today, one year later, fathers continue to be discriminated and oppressed in these courts. Nothing has changed in decades while other equality movements have achieved great strides. Gay-lesbian rights, for example, have long passed us by.

Due to my continuing stand, judicial whistleblowing and a pretend mother seeking to replace me with a millionaire father, I will not be able to see my daughters this Fathers’ Day. I have never been found to be unfit, never charged with any crime, never a child abuse report. The public is witness to my model parenting.

Since my testimony before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption in 2013, I have received no phone calls from my teen daughters. This form of cruel and unusual punishment is un-American and unprecedented from a human rights standpoint. My book is the foundation for a renewed crusade against the injustice.

The pretend mother, Kelly Hawse-Koziol, has gone to the extreme of alienating my children in every way. Sadistic judges and lawyers bent on revenge have joined her sick agenda. Together they have managed to eradicate every aspect of the paternal family in a manner which would impress Adolph Hitler himself.

The opening chapter of this book is my response. It is highly relevant to that alienation and should inspire all to action. The events you will read are shocking but true, backed by footnotes and voluminous files. Help me promote this three year project any way you can for the sake of similar victims. Unity is sorely needed.

The complete 100,000 word manuscript has been offered to New York’s high court for protection from ongoing censorship by an unethical ethics committee whose chief counsel and deputy lawyers resigned quietly due to falsified time sheets. The book relates my ordeal and that of many others I met in a nationwide reform effort.

Nearly every paragraph, phrase and word contained in this literary work carries with it special meaning for the more discerning reader. It can easily be missed. However every segment of this chapter is fleshed out with increased intrigue in the 20 chapters which follow.

Happy Fathers’ Day !

                                                                   Chapter  1

Return to Paris

Cumulous clouds were advancing toward the Maginot Line as our jet engines announced their approach to Charles de Gaulle Airport. Out of curiosity, I squinted northeast toward those extensive fortifications as we made another swing over Paris.

Somewhere out there was a barn where my father had been concealed when that Line proved ineffectual to Hitler’s invasion. Somewhere out there my dad was returned to the war against the Nazis during the liberation of France.

His name was Louis, and after that war he wanted no more of the horrors he had survived in Europe. He ended up raising a family in the United States, land of liberty as he loved to call it, never imagining that his son would one day return here to escape persecution in America.

That may seem implausible to you, but it was occurring on this very flight. I’ll explain as we go along. For now, it’s the paradox of my bizarre journey through a lucrative court system, a conscientious stand against my profession and an evil which has lurked there for too long.

As I peered out the fuselage, thoughts of my predicament overshadowed the grandeur of the city below. Still incomprehensible was my pending status as a fugitive from justice, or more precisely a victim of injustice, a whistleblower not unlike Edward Snowden or Julian Assange. The main difference is that I hadn’t even been accused of any crime. I was no threat to national security.

As insane as that paradox in the clouds, my only crime was that I wanted to spend more time with my precious daughters during a divorce case. While committing that crime, I was forced to expose the real ones in a government industry that was extinguishing parenthood as we know it. The shocking events you will now read about comprise the retributions which followed.

This was a continuing ordeal after ten years. Its perpetrators figured that no human could sustain such abuse for so long. Who would believe it anyway? Like Nazis in the day, they labeled me, seized my children, ruined my livelihood, and subjected me to a form of house arrest. Ultimately I would succumb to a stroke, breakdown or untimely death. I would simply vanish along with my judicial whistleblowing. Judicial waterboarding is the way I put it before the Supreme Court.

My dad endured five years in a Nazi camp after drinking urine from the floor. I’m not Jewish as that might suggest, but between his stories and genetics passed down, he no doubt influenced my own ability to survive. There were gang fights and race riots during my boyhood, high school football when corporal punishment was standard procedure, legal hazing in my college fraternity, law school in greater Chicago, a death defying event on a mountain and the 2016 elections.

Alas, this would be a walk in the park, or so I thought. Instead, with all the trappings of a Dixie lynching, it became anything but a routine divorce, beginning innocently enough in a city called Utica, New York. In my worst nightmares, I never imagined fleeing oppression in my homeland, seeking protection at the United Nations, on the lam in Lake Placid, addressing national media at a murder scene in South Carolina, sheltered on an island in the Pacific Ocean and now here.

I was not on some honeymoon. I had already done that in Paris and could never have planned for this. If only I could’ve avoided it altogether. But a prominent black minister in Manhattan declared this to be my destiny. So here I am, whatever he meant, and it did turn up shocking proof of judicial corruption that would make John Grisham cringe. If there was a destiny, it was shared by every mom and dad descended from the beginning of humanity itself.

For all the injury I sustained, this could have been the ride of a lifetime. But I had stirred a hornets’ nest, and in no small way, exposing the raw underbelly of a child control syndicate, a judicial forum where countless parents were summoned to resolve sensitive family matters only to be treated like common criminals. It took my case to our highest court where I filed for disqualification of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg due to her politicking from chambers.

An accomplished civil rights lawyer, I was naturally drawn to challenge the heartless seizure of children in our third branch of government. That’s the true definition of divorce court. Family court was its evil child where the real carnage occurred. After a two year separation without incident, everything was promising for my daughters. That’s when an invasion was launched by judges and lawyers anxious to conquer my world in a parenting environment they did not belong.

A Supreme Court justice had this to say about America’s family courts: “Under our Constitution, the condition of being a boy does not justify a kangaroo court.” [1] But that was 1967. An erosion of parental authority since then has changed his pronouncement to the condition of being a father or career mom which does not justify the stigmatizing classification of “non-custodial parent.” We are now a society living under the yoke of an increasingly fascist system of child control.

Proof of this remains viciously censored or masked by highly convincing propaganda. The state dictates to the parents that it is acting at all times in “the best interests of the child,” an utterly preposterous, if not fraudulent claim, before it bankrupts them in a protracted custody or support battle. It creates and then fuels an incendiary contest over one’s offspring only to reap huge profits from the crimes, domestic violence or emotional trauma which predictably results.  

Victims who oppose this centralized power face the prospect of losing their children, their careers or imprisonment without due process or jury rights, all of it orchestrated under “the law.” It was the common denominator of so many parental advocates I came across during my reform efforts across the country. Victims could not fathom what was truly happening to them while being subjected to investigations and examinations for every indiscretion or human error.

This easily abused “best interests of the child” standard remains the weapon to achieve all sorts of unconscionable outcomes. Our children are effectively controlling their parents now under this system, an inverted order of childrearing as I described it in my reports. Moms and dads under constant threat of losing “custody” are spoiling these children while surrendering their natural authority to parenting figures more focused on self-service than genuine parent-child relations.

That was the essence of my public message and the principal reason for persecution by my own government. It was certainly not a novel message but one which had never been so vigorously promoted by a lawyer and parent singularly qualified to achieve overdue court reform. The targeted evil had roots in feudal England where the King declared his sovereign power over all children. That edict was adopted by divorce courts here despite its clash with our Constitution. [2]

It gives pause for parents to reflect on a state leader who understood this power and exploited it over time to wage the most horrific war in human history:

The state must declare the child to be the most precious treasure of the people. As long as the government is perceived as working for the benefit of children, the people will happily endure almost any curtailment of liberty and almost any deprivation.

                         Adolph Hitler, Mein Kampf, Publ. Houghton Miflin, 1943, pg. 403.

The result here was not so much a military war machine as it was a custody war machine to raise revenues and fees, to invade every aspect of our private lives, exercising power that would make the NSA, CIA and IRS envious. To be sure, a veteran family judge condemned the targeted evil long ago. Judge Dennis Duggan bucked his judiciary by refusing to continue use of degrading terms such as “custody” and “visitation.” [3] Here is how he justified his revolt against the state:

At the outset, the Court notes that the terms ‘custody’ and ‘visitation’ have outlived their usefulness. Indeed their use tends to place any discussion and allocation of family rights into an oppositional framework. ‘Fighting for custody’ directs the process towards determining winners and losers. The children, always in the middle, usually turn out to be the losers…

This Court has abandoned the use of the word ‘visitation’ in its Orders, using the phrase ‘parenting time’ instead. If the word ‘custody’ did not so permeate our statutes and was not so ingrained into our psyches, that word would be the next to go… This misplaced focus draws parents into contention and conflict, drawing the worst from them at a time when their children need their parents’ best.

Duggan evaded the core problem in his decision, that elephant in the courtroom known as “profit motive.” Still he was precipitously close to triggering vital reforms. It was no surprise then that his decision was quickly reversed on appeal, and despite similar condemnations in a 2006 judicial report, [4] the inflammatory depictions of mom and dad have survived. In my own reports, I urged that such terms were more appropriate for prisons and funerals, not parent-child relationships. 

Our federal government remains a major cause. A bevy of bureaucrats has become the super-parent of American society through coercive funding laws. Enamored with wars declared on every kind of issue to incite tax hikes, they have managed to convert sensitive family disputes into rewarding public battlegrounds bleeding with militaristic decorum. These courts are now overflowing, judges so overwhelmed they delegate their entrusted duties to outsiders who complicate ready solutions.

My credible reform message threatened this gold mine. It was one that might take flight with social and secondary media. Hence it had to be eradicated from its inception. Suddenly I was a one man fighting machine according to a talk show host in Florida. I had silent supporters, parents and concerned citizens who could navigate beyond the propaganda of a self-regulating court system. But they were intimidated, and this was also a prophesy of sorts which made me more of a nemesis.

During my reform crusade, I explained how power brokers were laying a foundation for the New World Order through this custody institution. Orchestrated court conflict was being exploited to show parental incompetence and the justification for an eventual state take-over of childrearing. It was following the lead of compulsory education and how that became institutionalized. Along the way, collateral damage to our economy was immeasurable through declines in worker productivity.

They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but here the power brokers possessed both. My message was not extreme as my persecutors would claim. It was backed by true experts unaffected by the bottom line, billable hours or fictional justice. However, it was also a blow to the egos of lawyers who just didn’t get it, infected by a delusional belief that they were protecting children while profiting handsomely from our misfortunes. And that meant I had to be crushed like a bug.

Their agenda began with the usual spineless deflection from duty when a serious wrong is brought before our courts, one which threatens big money interests. Divorce lawyers, child attorneys, diverse psychologists, case evaluators and forensic experts were only some of the beneficiaries I extolled as court predators. They were exacerbating an epidemic for profit, one that was triggering suicides, serious health issues and human rights violations. It was the Goliath I was out to slay.

Unrealistic perhaps, but there were weapons in my arsenal. I had an unblemished professional record, won substantial recoveries,[5] defeated high profile law firms to invalidate a billion dollar casino compact, [6] set free speech precedent as a city corporation counsel,[7] New York Times sent reporters to cover my campaign for Congress, and Morley Safer traveled to my law office for an interview featured on 60 Minutes. [8] How could they discredit all that and more? Well they did.

Still, someone had to make this stand for the sake of our children and future generations, or at least go down for something more than personal gain. It is also said that a hearse comes with no trailer hitch. You can’t take your belongings to an afterlife. In this cause, I had found my life’s purpose, a way of helping people long after my time on this earth was over. Everything in my being had finally come together. Every child in every location was now my moral client.

Unfortunately, Goliath was a trillion dollar industry, and what few protesters I could find appeared traumatized by it. My own ordeal was triggered by a judge who refused to hear my arguments against the antiquated entitlements of Title IV-D of the Social Security Act. In lay terms, this was the Child Support Standards Act which required the naming of a “custodial parent” for state courts to receive federal funds. It also incited highly profitable custody wars.

I was shocked by the number of lawyers who had little or no idea how this law operated to fill their bank accounts. More disturbing, I could easily track the severe harm it inflicted upon everyday society, a veritable Titanic yet to collide with destiny and over-occupied by families originating from all parts of the world. They included stowaways from our schools, homes and workplaces routinely hauled into family courts as needless witnesses to the carnage.

Couldn’t these people see the pollution billowing out of those judicial smokestacks? With so much focus on global warming, homeland security and industrial flight, how could they glide so casually over an “inconvenient truth” at the root of so many other societal problems? With more than 300,000 lawyers in New York and California alone, this pollution was growing by the day. These elusive predators made their living selling conflict in a childrearing niche foreign to their trade.

Crucial reform was therefore long overdue, but my divorce judge was nearing retirement. Hence, it was no surprise that he was mired in the stereotypes of a distant past, when moms stayed home and dads worked to support children. He would shoe horn me into the degrading “non-custodial” category and presume that anything else I did was irresponsible. That’s before he was replaced by thirty-five trial level jurists by the time I wrote this book, unprecedented in judicial history.

Due to my exposure of court corruption, a systemic prejudice had arisen, requiring a venue change. When that was denied, it left me no choice but to move for disqualification of each newly assigned judge. I also urged that fathers remained victims to this last bastion of institutional discrimination due to the lucrative nature of the custody mandate. Shared parenting was a preferred model but this judge was not about to risk his reputation to do the right thing.

Instead he punted, referring me to the legislature for reform. Hence, you might say this entire ordeal was court ordered. That I should single-handedly seek a judicial remedy in a legislative assembly was like directing a mechanic to repair a car in a bakery. Any lobbying effort would require my exercise of free speech against my profession. Before a lawmaker could sponsor a bill to change a custody statute, his constituency would need to be convinced the old law was flawed.

When I aspired to do exactly that, it was the judiciary which opened fire on my free speech in the forums where constitutional rights were supposed to receive their greatest protection. My plain exposure of the flaws was so offensive that a family judge threatened to have me removed not only from “his” court room, but the public courthouse altogether. When that failed to intimidate me, he issued a gag order which was removed after I challenged it in New York Supreme Court. 

A legislative solution was a herculean task and my divorce judge knew it. Shared parenting bills had been routinely squashed by powerful special interests because they threatened predator profits. So, like the abortion right, I pursued the fast track through our courts, insisting quite logically that the much older parenting right which enhanced life deserved at least the same protection as the one which destroyed life without having to go before a gridlock legislature. [9]

New York was widely known to have the most dysfunctional legislature in America. [10] Reputable studies declared it, record late budgets proved it, and even legislators sought re-election on that theme, condemning one ethics commission after another for their impotence. I testified before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption seeking to dissolve the “window dressing” Commission on Judicial Conduct. Instead it was the Corruption Commission that was shut down.

The futility of seeking a judicial remedy in our legislative branch was as obvious as the abortion bills were prior to Roe v Wade. No, this was not my Goliath. Such a deflection would not work on a lawyer who had held office in all three branches locally. Defamatory court decisions under the protection of judicial immunity would not dissuade me either. The best way to relate my crusade is by quoting former New York Senate Leader Joseph Bruno from his book, Keep Swinging. [11]

As one of the few survivors of federal criminal prosecutions against prominent state legislators, Joe chronicled thirty years of corruption, dysfunction, and budget impasses during his long tenure. Here is what he concluded before his conviction was set aside due to intervening precedent from the Supreme Court:

You’d get no argument from me that the New York State Senate and Assembly were in dire need of ethics reform. Yet if the citizens of our state ever got around to demanding those changes, it would behoove the people to pay special attention to the behavior of prosecutors and judges who cared more about making a splash in the media than they did about justice.

Well this book is about justice and that “special attention” from our citizenry, a collection of shocking stories which reduced a prominent lawyer and model parent into a bankrupt fugitive. It explains why Joe suffered as he did in court after remaining oblivious to all those citizens who complained before the very commissions he helped create. It details the potential consequences for those who truly care about abused children and seriously act to reform our courts.

It is also a story of love and devotion. You can send a man across the world and he’ll sacrifice his life in the war on terrorism, you can cultivate domestic violence through draconian laws and he’ll risk himself again in the name of public safety, you can even resurrect debtor prisons for child support and he’ll do his time under protest, but never come between a daddy and his little girls. Even when they’re ninety years of age, he’s busy constructing mansions for them in heaven.

Dr. Leon R. Koziol

Parenting Rights Institute

leonkoziol@parentingrightsinstitute.com

(315) 796-4000  

  

[1]   In re Gault, 387 US 1 at pg. 28.

[2]    Finlay v Finlay, 240 NY 429, 148 NE 625 (1925), quoting In re Spence, 41 Eng. Rep. 937 (1847)

[3]    Webster v Ryan, 729 NYS2d 315 (Albany Fam. Ct. 2001) at Fn. 1.

[4]    2006 New York Matrimonial Commission Report to the Chief Justice (the “Miller Report”).

 

[5]  Patterson v City of Utica, 370 F.3d 322 (2nd Cir. 2004)($333,820.32 civil rights jury verdict argued before Justice

Sonia Sotomayor)

[6]  Oneida Indian Nation v Oneida County, 132 F. Supp.2d 71 (NDNY 2000)

[7]  Koziol v Hanna, 107 F. Supp. 2d 170 (2000)

[8]  Morley Safer, Whose land is it anyway? CBS 60 Minutes, Sunday, May 23, 1999

[9]   Roe v Wade, 410 US 113 (1973); Meyer v Nebraska, 262 US 390 (1923)

[10]  Brennan Center for Justice at New York University School of Law, The New York Legislative Process: An

    Analysis and Blueprint for reform (2004); Still Broken: New York State Legislative Reform (2008)

[11]  Joseph Bruno, Keep Swinging, Post Hill Press, pg. 253

Extraordinary Book Exposes Court Corruption to Elicit Federal Inquiry

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Unwinding with a Very Special Court  Victim During a Book Project

Dr. Leon R. Koziol

I’ve met a lot of wonderful people during my crusade to reform America’s divorce industry. They include victims from Manhattan to California and even Paris, France.

Many will appear in my new book to be published very soon. Started in 2014, it is intended to elicit hearings and a congressional inquiry into Title IV-D funding abuses and court corruption. I will be promoting it to a global market.

There has never been a literary work like this. The complete opening chapter will be released on this site as a gift to dads on Fathers’ Day. It is sure to inspire all parents.

This was a herculean task. Reform is suppressed because victims do not want to protest or revisit war stories. Alec Baldwin is one example of a crusader who abandoned our cause long ago.

As an accomplished trial attorney and model parent, I have been at this reform effort for over ten years. Nothing on the horizon promises hope even for future generations.

I have now responded with a book that will attract wide readership and hopefully a mainstream documentary like the 60 Minutes one that featured my work years ago.

It is what the current epidemic requires. I have done this through real life adventures, an extraordinary mix of romance, humor and education that will entertain even those who never divorced or had children.

 So even if you are turned off by court stories, you may find my two-part work, Corruption and Carnage, the equivalent of a modern Iliad and Odyssey of the divorce industry.

You be the judge. The following excerpt comes from a chapter entitled “Shark Attack.” A complete, uncensored manuscript can be purchased here prior to publication.

 Please share this message for the sake of our rights.

 

Our story picks up on the French Riviera at pages 82 thru 86:

 Fortunately, Karen saved us from whatever catastrophe might be awaiting. “He’s here,” she announced quietly from Terri’s left side with a sense of urgency. “Let’s ditch these losers so he doesn’t think we’re with them.” Seated on her other side, I could overhear the peculiar exchange.

“You sure? Mare’s a bit toasted, and I don’t trust that guy who keeps staring at her.”

“He’s staring at you, idiot. We can all see that. Besides, they’re big girls. They can join us later at the hotel. There’s gotta be something going on at the lounge. Come on, they’re playing these guys like we were at the other bar. I already told Kate our exit strategy, and she’s good with it.”

The private exchange apparently led Terri to conclude that a better opportunity would not last long because she whispered something in Karen’s ear while reaching again for my hand under the table. Then she rose and rushed for the door with me in tow as if a blow-out sale had just been advertised. Once outside, she let go and raced down the street.

 “Where you going?” I yelled in my confused state on the walkway. “And what’s going on?”

 “That’s for you to find out, Lee, if you’re man enough anyway. I’m getting my car. Follow me!”

For all I knew Terri was using me. Maybe there was some jealous guy she was setting me up to confront for ego purposes. I had seen that adolescent routine many times back home. Or maybe the girls were genuinely being stalked by their earlier suitors.

Whatever the explanation, this was no idle challenge. I couldn’t just ignore it especially with the way she concluded with that sexy giggle. I didn’t bother to think this out. Time was of the essence, so I quickly revved up Linda Lovelace and gave chase.

At first, she was nowhere in sight. Then, from a side street, a shiny red Porsche pulled out in front of me and sped down the city streets. Terri’s scream out the window was as recognizable as the rest of her when she spotted me on the bike.

It turned into a chase scene as the streets gave way to open highway, a winding route familiar to me only because of my earlier drive here. And that was during the daytime. Now my cycle skills on every sharp curve or blind descent would be tested to their limits. Suddenly I felt like I was back in Mexico as the midnight rider.

This was obviously not just any man-challenge. I was keeping pace with a woman suddenly turned wild who was testing how far I would risk my life to make her mine. I thought about my fugitive predicament but by now there was no turning back. I was far too committed.

There was still a lurking thought that she was making a permanent getaway. But with every mile I conquered, it was looking more like an adventure of a lifetime whatever the outcome. This Terri woman was acting like Danica Patrick of the Grand Prix in Monaco which was now just up the highway. She shot through a tunnel headed toward Monte Carlo. I enjoyed watching the Grand Prix on television but never expected to become a part of it this way.

We never made it that far. Instead, Terri led me down a winding road toward the seashore. I rounded a bend with a drop-off on my right. The Porsche had come to a standstill in a lookout spot. Before I could pull in behind, its tail lights kicked off and she vanished.

I quickly took note of an access trail to the beach which she obviously intended to have me follow. On the chance our stay might be long, I hid the rental under a distinctive olive tree to mark its location. Cicadas and crickets kept guard.

I looked around and could find her nowhere. So I hiked down the access trail and struck out for the open beach. A strange moon was lighting up every little depression and mound in the coarse sand. The sea was mildly turbulent with silver reflections skipping off its surface. A foreigner in an exotic land, I asked myself what I was doing here.

Presently I stumbled upon a large rock near the shoreline where Terri’s clothes had been thrown into a pile on top like road signage for a porn shop. It was erotically stimulating to say the least. I looked up and down the beach, back toward the dunes and finally out across the sea. She was nowhere to be found.

I called out her name, getting more bewildered as this adventure progressed, now with a concern that Terri might have become the victim of a shark attack. I had seen the documentaries, but this situation was very real and new to me. The only sound I could discern was that of rippling waves at my feet and a vehicle on the precipitous road behind me slowly navigating its way eastward. Then all was curiously silent.

Suddenly I was drawn to a head piercing the surface of the dark water about fifty yards in front of me followed by a blood curdling scream. The first thing that came to mind was something I only imagined from the movies, being swallowed whole by a great white while trying to save a swimmer from one of its mates. I limited those nightmarish rescues to women and children.

Hey, I’m all for male bonding at a sports bar, but shark fights are not a recognized sporting event. Sorry guys, you’re on your own in these situations especially if you’re like those dudes back at Wayne’s Pub. Where were they when you truly needed them? I could have had each one distracting the shark while I rescued this damsel in distress.

Fortunately it was all a prank. Gasping for air, Terri managed to laugh loudly while treading water. “I got you Lee,” she cried out. “And don’t say I didn’t. You really thought I was that college girl in Jaws. I always wanted to do this to someone. I just wish I could’ve gotten a better look at your face when it finally happened.”

She continued to humor herself over the event, ever proud of her achievement on this warm Riviera night. Now I realized what that moon was all about, to put a spotlight on my dumbfounded appearance. I wasn’t sure if I was angered or pleasantly relieved.

“You are the quintessential bastard!” I yelled back. “All this time you were putting me at risk to carry out a sick prank? It wasn’t funny Terri.” There was no immediate response as I thought about it further. “You mean Karen even helped you set me up? I was ready to pry you loose from the fangs of a hungry shark. And how was I supposed to do that anyway?”

“With all your manliness and chivalry,” she hollered in return before slipping beneath the surface. I kept my eyes peeled, spotting her farther out a few moments later.

“With that scare, you won’t find me anywhere near you now.”

“Oh come now, little boy, don’t be a baby,” she teased. “And stop with that ‘quintessential’ bullshit. What are you, some kind of lawyer?”

“Actually, yes, but I like to keep it private so that I can have more friends.”

“Well then what are you standing there for? Get out of those clothes and come on in. If you want friends, I got one for you right here …”

 

Dr. Leon R. Koziol

Parenting Rights Institute

leonkoziol@parentingrightsinstitute.com

(315) 380-3420

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shocking Book Hopes to Ignite Parenting Revolution

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Corruption and Carnage in America’s Divorce Industry: A Mom and Dad story conceived in Paris

By Dr. Leon R. Koziol

It’s been over two months since my last posting on April 6, 2017. I have been focused on completing my first non-fiction book on the subject of corruption in America’s divorce industry. It is an alarming documentary which I hope will elicit nothing less than a parenting revolution for the sake of justice, overdue reforms and our children.

It is a truly profound literary work based on ten years in the reform movement and more than thirty years in the courts as a trial attorney, civil rights advocate and aggrieved parent. For those of you familiar with my ordeal, this is a must-read with immense educational value.

It was a project started in November, 2014 shortly after the Family Law Reform Conference sponsored by Dr. Joseph Sorge and Divorce Corp. in Washington D.C. It was during a flight to Paris where I was seeking to get international human rights agencies involved. In fact, Joe and I talked on the phone while in different parts of Europe engaged in the same mission of reform.

Some excerpts were published on this site in the spring of 2015 but they do not begin to reflect the caliber or quality of the finished product. Its completion was motivated by former New York Senate Leader Joseph Bruno. In his book released this past November entitled, Keep Swinging, Joe chronicled thirty years of corruption, but he blamed the criminal prosecution against him, in part, on apathy of the people to seek reform and justice.

Joe Bruno is quoted in my first chapter, one that I intend to reprint on this site on Fathers’ Day to give you a preview of the truly remarkable content which follows, 100,000 words altogether. At present, I have two publishers under consideration as I await a hopeful offer from a world class company. This was a phenomenally complex project.

Due to its compelling nature, there are footnotes and references throughout to back up my case for a federal investigation into Title IV-D funding and the corruption it has brought to our court systems and families. This is without question the most suppressed and censored epidemic of our day. My literary release aims to expose it so that serious protests will begin across the country.

When a model parent and judicial whistleblower is prevented from seeing his daughters on Fathers’ Day without any report of unfit behavior, not even an accusation of any criminal wrongdoing, while heroin addicts are being reunited for Mothers’ Day, it’s time to take serious action to a level never seen before.

With the completion of my twenty chapter manuscript, I will be making uncensored (raw) versions available on this site at a reduced cost of $20. Actually, the raw version is more valuable than the later published version which will be edited to exclude some material which could save litigants thousands of dollars in fees and court costs.

The book is bifurcated into two parts. The first (macro) part is largely a collection of stories from across the country obtained over the past ten years. Some are familiar, others are astounding, many are anonymous to protect the victims, but all of them make this a rapid-fire, page-turner. You or someone you know may even be in it.

These stories are conveyed not with depressing regurgitation but flavored by romance, humor, education and situations familiar to any parent in these courts. They come from both dad and mom perspectives with the latter derived from one I met in Paris. Hence it has international appeal even beyond English-speaking countries while touching upon most divorce and family court subjects, from custody and support to domestic violence and judicial misconduct.

The second (micro) half is a chronology of my personal ordeal. No one truly knows the full scope of persecution I endured for taking a conscientious stand against my profession. It’s the price I paid to make family courts more child-friendly and less lawyer-rewarding. This half is likely to attract lawyers, judges and politicians most because it contains renditions of high profile litigation contrasted by sweet stories about children which are sure to capture the heart.

There has never been a publication like this. If successful, it is my intent to start a new book about a victimized father in New York City and finish one about a mom in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania. These are highly challenging assignments because no one wants to read about a he-said, she-said harangue in an isolated family case. Even Alec Baldwin was a failure in his book, A Promise to Ourselves, eight years ago. Media reports focused on his suicide attempts.

I apologize to all those callers I have not been able to help during these past six months of focused energy. I bear no animosities to anyone I may have offended along the way. Instead I am appealing to all fellow parents and court victims to join me in a reform effort to impact future generations. I truly believe that this book is the fateful reason for my suffering and sacrifices. They were not in vain after all. I will close with a relevant excerpt:

There were too many years of censorship by the Third Department (licensing and appeals court) which I compared to the Third Reich in my filings. True story. No mention was made of any of this in its reinstatement decision. I was simply responding with the same, if not greater level of boldness to government abuse, hence yielding a clear explanation behind the retaliation which was so severe and unjust.

 So if you’re still here reading this, you’re in good company. My work has been monitored by judges, politicians, investigators, doctors, lawyers, maybe even an Indian chief. I got the interest of Donald Trump’s chief counsel in 2016. As stated, a family court gag order on my website was removed after I challenged it in New York Supreme Court. Seven website postings were attached in their entirety to a confidential ethics report. Never once was I charged or sued regarding them.

Dr. Leon R. Koziol

Parenting Rights Institute

leonkoziol@parentingrightsinstitute.com

(315) 380-3420

 

 

 

Is there a Parent Revolution Brewing in America Today?

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April 6, 2017

By Dr. Leon R. Koziol

Parenting Rights Institute

Since releasing my March 1, 2017 Report to the Trump Administration, I have received calls and electronic communications from across the country and Canada. At first they came predominantly from moms, 90%. Finally the dads weighed in to make it a 60-40 split in favor of moms. But this movement is anything but a gender competition. That’s what the lawyers and court predators want it to be so they can grab your last dollar and blame the controversies they cause on you when the money’s gone.

I will summarize here what I have stated to my callers. First I’m not a therapist. I will take emergency calls but cannot simply hear war stories. If I did that all day, I would earn nothing and my utilities would be shut off. Second, I will not give out free legal advice. Anyone who has bothered to read my background and sacrifices for this cause would know that my adversaries have retaliated, discredited my reform message and are scrutinizing everything I do including a gag order on this site which I had to get removed in New York Supreme Court. Third, I can give your personal cases professional assistance only through the services and products offered on my site at www.leonkoziol.com. Finally, I am only interested in those who have something to offer the greater reform movement since few are willing to donate any money to this site.

To that end, I have received a response to my report to the Trump administration. It is simply this: They have no interest in individual cases and will react only if we show there is a problem. That means we need a rally in Washington. We need to get serious about an event on 9/17/17, Constitution Day, to take back our parenting rights. Our Supreme Court declared it to be the “oldest liberty interest protected under our Constitution,” Troxel v Granville, 530 US 57 (2000).

After 30 years litigating in these courts, the last 10 trying to get keyboard warriors to leave the comfort of their homes (pontificating uselessly to no one who cares) we need to join together to do something real for reform purposes. I have remained unsuccessful in getting a march or rally on Constitution Day for the past ten years. Now the timing could not be better for such an event. This past month I have been given some genuine encouragements from court victims. Now it’s time to stop the talking, the crying, the poor-me stories and take on the spirit of America. We need to take a stand against a corrupt court system that is destroying parent-child relationships. Let’s do it.

For serious callers, my office number is (315) 380-3420.

Breaking News! Trump-Putin Connection Revealed

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Administrator’s Note: Things may seem a bit quiet around here at LeonKoziol.com, but rest assured, we’ve been busy and once again, we’ve outdone ourselves with this latest real news story. It’s an exclusive story that the mainstream news media is gonna go nuts over!

This is the smoking gun of smoking guns – It’s all the proof that’s needed to show how the Russians interfered in the United States Presidential election and guess who was smack dab in the middle of it all? … The one and only Dr. Leon Koziol.

Our story begins on September 17, 2013 when Dr. Leon Koziol testified before the now disbanded New York State Moreland Commission on Public Corruption at Pace University.

Leon’s eye-opening presentation can be viewed at approximately the 2 hours, 31 minutes and 45 seconds mark. But listen to what Dr. Koziol says at the 2 hour, 36 minutes and 5 seconds mark –BOOM!

Within just two months of Dr. Koziol’s testimony where he publicly praised Russian President Vladimir Putin and exposed judicial corruption in our third branch of government, he was soon denied reinstatement of his law license and due process in a court proceeding which caused him to lose all contact with his children.

But wait, our story doesn’t just end there – there’s more!

Here’s where things get even more interesting. Guess who was recently colluding with now President Trump’s then special counsel and current spokesperson Michael Cohen, Esq. on the behalf of the Russians before the Presidential election? …You guessed it… None other than Dr. Leon Koziol again. The only thing we still don’t know, is who ordered the wiretap?

According to an intercepted August 22, 2016 post featured here at LeonKoziol.Com, it’s quite obvious to the casual observer, that in fact, Dr. Leon Koziol had been secretly working with the Russians and the Trump Administration to not only influence the outcome of the Presidential election, but to expose Title IV-D Federal incentive grants and their influence on our Nation’s domestic relations courts.  Click Here to Read

So there you have it folks. All of the proof that one could ever need to show how the Putin-Trump connection is very real and Dr. Leon Koziol has been in the midst of it all. It also explains why Dr. Koziol has been subjected to such severe retaliation. After all, this is America and who would dare suppress one’s free speech?

Once again, you just can’t make this stuff up! If exposing court corruption means the Russian’s have infiltrated the minds of all non-custodial parents alike across America and any attempt to promote court reform will result in retaliation- You just gotta ask yourself… Who’s the real socialist here?

 

 

 

Good News For Abused Litigants: Supreme Court Makes Judge Removal Easier

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On March 6, 2017, the Supreme Court handed down its decision in Rippo v Baker which reiterated that a litigant should have discovery rights in a proper case to remove a judge from his or her case. Should that right now be given to President Donald Trump to address the liberal bias of Justice Ruth Bader-Ginsburg after she conducted anti-Trump news conferences from her Supreme Court chambers? What a fascinating turn of events when the next anti-president case reaches our high court.

 

By Dr. Leon Koziol

Parenting Rights Institute

Once again, I am proven correct in my constitutional arguments seeking recourse for abused litigants in my personal cases. The Supreme Court issued a decision only days ago which makes it easier to remove judges from such cases. Before getting to the specifics, some background is in order.

For the past eight years, I have filed civil rights actions against judges and lawyers who abused parents and children for profit in our nation’s divorce and family courts. Repeatedly I raised Title IV-D incentive grants and bizarre rulings which showed a systemic prejudice against “non-custodial parents.” Repeatedly I was turned down with defamatory decisions condemning my arguments or ignoring them altogether.

It was a judicial scheme to discredit my previously unblemished reputation and alarming (but accurate) public messages. For example, remember the bizarre gene theorist, Gary Sharpe, a federal judge in Albany, New York? He’s the one I asked to be removed from my 2014 case due to a human gene he announced to decide his cases, a gene he claimed would not be discovered by the science experts “for another fifty years.” Again, I am not making these things up, verify it by Googling: United States v Cossey, 632 F.3d 82 (2nd Cir. 2011).

Gary was removed from that case by a federal appeals court in Manhattan because his shocking gene concoction was deemed a disgrace to the judiciary. I took the position that a judge infected with such a mental defect should have had the self-respect or dignity to resign altogether from the bench because we could never know what other undisclosed gene discoveries may be floating around in his mind, i.e. a race, ethnic or gender gene which removes the need for juries. The federal appeals court simply did not go far enough in its decision. It should have recommended Sharpe’s resignation or impeachment.

Imagine if you or I showed up in family court claiming our discovery of a gene which caused judges to seek bribes. We would be committed on the spot. Yet Gary is still presiding in federal court and could easily become the next judge dictating how national security should be handled by our new president. The retaliation on my parent-child relations and license reinstatement applications began within weeks of my testimony before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption where I exposed judicial misconduct that “read like a docket sheet in any criminal court.”

Judge Sharpe denied my motion for his disqualification and then went on to dismiss my case at its inception, thereby depriving me of my discovery rights which could have further proven the collusion and misconduct, i.e. documentary demands, pretrial interrogatories. Such rights are not automatic, but because a judge will rarely admit his or her misconduct, I had a heightened right to show systemic or personal prejudice through circumstantial facts and inferences. Removal could then be required based on a “totality of circumstances.” I also argued that under state law, a judge is generally the “sole judge” of his own impartiality, a bizarre self-serving rule if there ever was one.

Judge Sharpe utterly ignored my arguments and case citations, choosing instead to attack the messenger of reform, depicting my complaint and papers as “rambling” and “incomprehensible,” among other deflecting terms plucked from a thesaurus. Well I was proven correct again this month when the Supreme Court handed down a decision in Rippo v Baker, No. 16-6316 (March 6, 2017). It ruled that a convicted murderer sentenced to death could have a judge disqualified from his case based on a “totality of circumstances” even where actual bias for the state could not be shown. You will see the “totality of circumstances” argument throughout my filings over the years.

Significantly the opinion was less than three pages in length and issued without any briefing. It was based on pauper status and a petition for writ of certiorari. That should be very encouraging for those parents deprived of resources who continue to seek precedent at our nation’s highest court. It is a shame that a convicted murderer was given priority over my two petitions pending the same year which were both denied. I guess a non-criminal civil rights case to advance First Amendment and parenting liberties in addition to due process was not as high as a murderer on this Supreme Court’s agenda.

For now, it is critical that our high court reiterated the rule that federal due process allows a litigant in a proper case to obtain discovery rights to prove a bribe, misconduct or a pattern of rulings that would convince a reasonably objective person that a particular judge should be removed. Judge Sharpe denied both my discovery and due process rights despite powerful evidence of systemic prejudice which no reasonable person could accept consistent with impartial decision making.

This website, www.leonkoziol.com is filled with postings that explain how viciously I was treated due to my judicial whistleblower activity. Just one undisputed fact should have been sufficient to have my personal cases moved to a district where my free speech had less likely impacts on my parent-child relations. That fact is the disqualification of 35 trial judges from my family court proceedings over the past ten years, a likely record in American judicial history. Many of these disqualifications occurred without correction to the damage inflicted prior to removal.

My “totality of circumstances” included a pedophile custody judge (Bryan Hedges), fictional college degrees for elevated child support and Title IV-D revenue purposes, and bizarre parenting conditions such as “prohibited alcohol related gestures” (a wedding toast). What we have, my friends, is a judiciary in this country which is getting increasingly out-of-control and ever abusive of the people they are sworn to serve under our Constitution. They have assumed the role of “gods” as convicted ex-chief judge Sol Wachtler disclosed in his book, After the Madness.

We see federal judges today, never elected by anyone, with life terms and no relevant qualifications, dictating national security to our elected Commander-in-Chief. We have family judges doing the same with childrearing. Well here is a decision which should make all moms and dads happy. It’s not something I haven’t already been saying on this site and in my court filings, but at least my followers will have a further understanding why these parent-child predators are working overtime to destroy me and my highly qualified disclosures on this site, i.e. I had to file an action in New York Supreme Court last year to remove a family judge gag order against this same site. He stepped down weeks later (Judge Daniel King of Lowville, New York).

Here you will continue to learn what they do not want you to know. What you do with that information and your lawyers is your business. I am only the messenger, your modern day Paul Revere if you will, because they are coming for you, like it or not, in one way or another, through legalized kidnapping, tax hikes, overmedicated children, bankrupted litigants, “child support” debtor prisons, the list goes on.

My recent report which explains this Title IV-D funding epidemic is now in the hands of our new administration. I will have much more to report, including my shocking book to be published in coming months. Justice sometimes arrives in ways we never expect. Please support our cause financially on this site. Do it for the sake of your children and future generations. And as always, call me direct in emergency situations at (315) 796-4000.

 

Preet Bharara: Corruption Fighter or Self-Promoter?

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By Dr. Leon R. Koziol

Parenting Rights Institute

 I testified along with Preet Bharara and Loretta Lynch before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption on September 17, 2013. As followers of this site, www.leonkoziol.com know, I exposed an epidemic in our divorce and family courts citing federal funding abuses under the Title IV-D program. I compared judicial misconduct to a docket sheet in any criminal court.

I also exposed family judges who were awarding me fictional college degrees nowhere in any record to elevate support obligations to unmanageable levels. They refused to correct those errors to the present day, making those degrees the “law of the case” and a feat which no university would dare attempt. This is just part of a shocking ordeal soon to be featured in my book, Killing Courts: A True Story of Corruption and Carnage in America’s Divorce Industry.  Justice is actually occurring in unexpected ways.

Exactly three weeks after that testimony, a process was started to take my daughters from me in retaliation. These “family” judges could not come out and admit it, so they abused judicial office instead with a series of conditions designed to discredit my public message. Only two months later, that process was complete without any finding of unfit parenting. It was a process more familiar to the Third Reich than our third branch of government.

While all this serious “corruption” was occurring to an expendable judicial whistleblower, Loretta Lynch and Preet Bharara were focusing on self-promotion, ignoring my phone calls and reports to their respective offices in Brooklyn and Manhattan. I guess the little victims were not so important as the big time crooks who could give them a name and career advancement. Let’s face it, if you’re self-absorbed and trying to grab media headlines, exposing family law corruption isn’t exactly a sexy topic that’s going to get you any real notoriety. Instead, it’s easier to avoid the elephant in the room and look the other way.

For Loretta’s part, she was later elevated to U.S. Attorney General by Barack Obama where her principal claim to fame was a “family” discussion with Bill Clinton on a tarmac of an Arizona airport. It just so happened at the time that our nation’s top prosecutor was wrapping up a confidential investigation of Hillary’s long list of crimes during her ill-fated campaign for president.

Meanwhile a scorned Preet Bharara was out slaying one corrupt state leader after the other in reaction to Governor Andrew Cuomo who prematurely dissolved his Corruption Commission. He did so when testimony began to implicate the governor himself. For reasons that have not been credibly explained, Andy got a free pass. Even when the “Buffalo Billions” funding scandal came public in 2016, implicating aids closest to the governor, Andy was again excused. It made possible a 2020 campaign for president with Preet as a likely pick for Attorney General. Does anyone else see the logic to all this?

Now we have Preet in love with himself like never before, defying his boss, President Donald Trump, who offered to continue Preet as a prosecutor when standard political procedure was to remove hold-overs loyal to prior bosses. Preet is endeavoring to disguise his overriding ambitions by claiming a rule of independence. But where was that rule when his former boss, Loretta, was on the tarmac with Bill during an investigation of our former secretary of state?

While these political predators are busy corrupting our federal offices, the people are unable to get accountability for their “inconsequential” suffering at the hands of corrupt judges and unethical lawyers, like those engaged in the witch hunt against me. They were allowed to resign by their appeals court employers for falsifying time sheets without any public charges, ethical or criminal, ever brought against them (our standard-bearers of lawyer ethics charged with a duty of preventing over-billing practices).

Imagine what would happen if you or I stole from a court of law? It was clearly a politically expedient maneuver to quell a very embarrassing scandal within New York’s high courts. Yet to this day, nothing has been done to investigate the many cases of those who testified against our third branch of government while hundreds who also came to testify were locked outside on the streets.

A highly researched report was completed by me on March 1, 2017 which exposes an epidemic of scandalous proportion in our nation’s divorce and family courts. It is being shared with people close to the White House with the hope that the “judicial swamp” can be drained of its corruption. I have received many calls for a copy of this report but because I am unfunded and bankrupted by these retributions, I am asking for donations and investor contacts.

It is a trillion dollar industry we are fighting here. Among the calls are moms and dads at wits end concerning their court ordeals. I may have prevented yet another suicide today. For this reason I am welcoming anyone who needs the kind of encouragement I can offer. Believe me, you are not alone. If you know such a person, have him or her call me direct at (315) 796-4000. I do not seek compensation or donations for emergency calls.

Testimony of Leon Koziol, J.D., before the New York Moreland Commission on Public Corruption at Pace University on September 17, 2013. Leon’s eye-opening presentation can be viewed at approximately the 2 hours, 31 minutes and 45 seconds mark: