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.

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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