So you have a shocking case that reeks of injustice. What are you going to do about it? Just let it vanish without even a mention in any public record? Such apathy will only encourage more of the same, more victims and more brazen abuses of public office. Obviously our ethics commissions are not doing their jobs as part of a self-regulating branch of government. Therefore you have to rely on a private watchdog group.
Welcome to the Parenting Rights Institute and our highly monitored blog site Leon Koziol.com. Proven, experienced and highly qualified, we act where the commissions are failing us; reviewing, investigating and reporting on individual cases across the country. We do this through books, documentaries, reports and monitoring of individual cases in the very courtrooms where it is needed.
Due to positive feedback, we are now extending our period for publishing individual ordeals on this website, to attract vital interest, assistance, information and public accountability for you and similarly victimized parents. We’ve been around a long time, securing justice for those abused in our nation’s divorce and family courts. Our website proves this throughout.
We feature a worldwide following, thousands of victims, advocates and informants who could provide input and collaboration to your case or cause. So it’s for your own benefit, and that of your children and families, that you read on and share this vital message.
Never before in American history have there been so many corrupt judges and unscrupulous lawyers without accountability. The reason is simple. Our universities are turning out a million lawyer candidates a year, at one time more than all the practicing attorneys nationwide. There are more than 300,000 in California and New York alone.
That’s a lot of lawyers and they have to work somewhere. The easiest place to land a job is family court. This is where apprentices learn their trade, where law firms send their worst attorneys, and incompetents make a living off your hard earnings. They still use such propaganda as our “children’s best interests” while they masquerade as parental experts.
The ones who can’t make it in this glut-fest often end up on the bench. Once there, another gang of predators is unleashed from their cages: evaluators, psychiatrists, counselors, therapists, investigators, case workers, and even the latest concoction known as “divorce coaches,” all with differing opinions on how to raise your own children.
It’s more than a jungle, it’s now an epidemic. A Supreme Court Justice once described these constitution-free tribunals as “Kangaroo Courts”, see In re Gault, 387 US 1 at pp 27-28. No one wants to protest or invest in a reform movement, so the corruption goes on and you are its victims, a gold mine well guarded by bar associations and special interests.
Well, finally there is a real solution, a remedy to these useless ethics or oversight commissions which favor their players while targeting the whistle blowers, i.e., yours truly. It’s pay-back time for your children, your pain and your livelihood, a chance for you to hold a judge or lawyer publicly accountable here at Leon Koziol.com.
Over the past ten years, we have exposed vast corruption, traveled from Hawaii to Paris in a conscientious effort to end human rights violations which routinely occur here. Our site is filled with examples despite a gross lack of funding. I have had over 35 trial judges disqualified and helped remove a few altogether from the bench, always working on more. No one can boast such an achievement.
Now it’s your turn. We have perfected a process of reviewing case files submitted from around the country. We distill the legalese into publications on our website. To date, we have generated over 200,000 views and countless followers worldwide. This allows us to gain immediate results on any Google search of our tagged villains. Their names propagate to the top pages to bring public accountability and even improved treatment in court..
For a limited time only, we are offering to do this for individuals at a low, low (total) cost of $250. That’s a phenomenal bargain when considering a single lawyer consultation may cost you more. Your case will receive my personal attention, and I have spent over 30 years litigating in these courts. I can keep this cost so low because I am providing no legal advice or lawyer service. I am providing true justice outside the court rooms.
Sorry that I have not posted a column on this site in awhile. As followers of Leon Koziol.com know, I have spent the past month on assignment in far away places. In San Francisco, I worked with moms and dads to promote public awareness of divorce corruption at the Super Bowl. We’ve seen all the focus on breast cancer and other worthy causes. Now it was our turn to be heard.
Then it was on to Hawaii where the bulk of my time was spent working on a book which is expected to be published soon. Starting as a sort of autobiography, it has now matured into a joint effort upon our Justice Department to investigate the abuses of Title VII-D funding in our nation’s divorce and family courts. More important, it is a mission to unite all parents behind an anti-corruption movement so that vast harm to our children can be prevented.
Rather than tell you about our work here, I have elected to leak our first chapter for your next read. You should digest the short text which follows to gain valuable insight on a growing epidemic. Hopefully you will help us spread the word to other victims, parents and injured families. Hopefully you will join a movement that is sparking interest across the country. Hopefully we can secure a proper place in the presidential debates and elections issues.
The new format came about unexpectedly as I got to know my book client better. A bit apprehensive about the invite at first, looking back, it made all the difference in the world, indeed a world of difference between what is and what might have been. But hey, let’s be real, who wouldn’t accept an invitation to Hawaii in the middle of winter? President Obama’s birthplace is a truly spectacular paradise.
The character in this opening chapter is fictitious because the real victim has asked to remain anonymous until formal release. There are reasons for this. Some of them you will find in your read. As a published author with two decades of experience as a trial attorney, I have applied relevant skills to voluminous transcripts and court documents, interviewing witnesses and distilling it into a marketable product. Some of the added intrigue will be obvious.
As Alec Baldwin emphasized in his 2008 best seller, A Promise to Ourselves, no one likes to revisit the horrors of their family conflicts in divorce court. Then again that is why the abuses continue and actually escalating at an alarming pace. I get the stories daily from victimized parents around the country. Just when I think I saw it all, another shocker comes along. That’s why I have offered my professional services so that these stories can be properly told, so that reform can finally become a reality. If you are interested in retaining me for your ordeal, contact me anytime.
Leon Koziol @ Parenting Rights Institute. Com
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A MOM IN DIVORCE COURT (Tentative Title)
Cumulous clouds were progressing resolutely over earth’s horizon as the jet engines signaled their approach to Kuhalui Airport. It was late January but you wouldn’t know it from the topography of this island. Cloaked with emerald majesty, it grew with each thousand foot descent. Only days later I would make a dive through a similar cloud formation riding shot gun in a silver Nissan, a car operated by the person who invited me here.
Okay, that may sound implausible, even insane, but this was no ordinary assignment. It was something intended to reform America’s divorce and family courts, to make them more child- friendly as opposed to lawyer-friendly. It was the making of an odd couple joined by an unquenchable mission for justice, to expose corruption masked by a trillion dollar industry, to intercept every parent before that fateful visit to a law office.
Putting it in perspective, say you received a reliable tip on September 10, 2001 about a squad of terrorists set to board passenger jets the following morning. Would you spend the rest of that day warning authorities or the victims soon to enter the towers? Quite a choice if you had it, but you would be considered a fanatic yourself with either option. At least with the victims you stood a chance of saving real lives, however few you might convince even after the ’93 attack.
That analogy might seem a bit extreme but it aptly described what we were doing. My new client could not have anticipated the horrors of divorce court which awaited her back in 2001, and the number of premature deaths traceable to an antiquated custody system well exceeds the number of parents lost on 9-11. The problem is that there has never been a study to prove this, and the reason for that is the money which this lucrative system generates for lawyers, government and other beneficiaries. Like sheep to slaughter, parents sacrifice their life’s savings here for the logical reason that their offspring are made the prize in a war that so often never seems to end.
The public has been fed an overdose of propaganda behind the propriety of a custody award for countless disputes involving children. Shared parenting and mediation alternatives are routinely crushed in nearly every state by high powered bar associations which have cultivated this gold mine. Their preferred framework is not so complicated despite chapter and verse. Custody is awarded to the parent who could best destroy the other in a barbaric contest reminiscent of the Roman Coliseum while aligned spectators cheer and the government band plays on.
When you stop to think, it really is a barbaric process for a nation which styles itself as a civilized one. And the collective injuries to our schools, communities and productivity are mind-boggling. Politicians are quick to condemn needless surgeries, over-medicated patients, global warming and ever-elusive terrorism, but what about these barbaric courts? Why are they being so protected despite overwhelming evidence of their devastation to American society?
So ours was an ambitious effort to shake up moms and dads, to get them out of these courts before their careers, bank accounts and sanity collapsed before their very eyes. It was a vital cause for families of every kind; traditional, intact, separated or progressive. We had both sustained divorce ordeals at different times in far apart courts with similar outcomes. As a result, she became a born-again feminist and I a staunch traditionalist.
Yes, Cheryl Collins and I were destined to clash or crash like Gloria Steinem campaigning for Donald Trump, two polar opposites out to slay a family court system that excreted injustices like sewers do toxic fluids. And by the way, that car in the clouds. It actually occurred- with a woman driver no less. I’ll explain later. You can read any made-up John Grisham story, or you can gain valuable insight with this one, a real, life-altering challenge that could leave us dead or behind bars.
Everyone peered out of any window in anticipation of the gorgeous afternoon awaiting us. It was a six hour flight, for me thirteen, from New York with a lay-over in San Francisco. Judging by morning conversations in our fuselage, most passengers were tourists. The couple seated behind me was newly married and the row ahead was occupied by a young group of Asian athletes. Across the aisle, well, about the only thing I noted were three babies nurtured by expert moms with no eruptions. I liked those moms, felt almost drawn to convey compliments, but I passed on it as we arrived at the terminal.
Inside, as expected, everything was bright. Sun radiated from giant picture windows. No one exiting the jet bridge seemed interested in any diversions. Restaurants, cafes, boutiques, busy in most other airports, were eerily vacant here. Hardly a note was taken of the Welcome to Maui sign by a herd of primates making a mad dash for the baggage check. I watched momentarily, curious to know how many minutes would be gained before they were stopped dead in their tracks. After all, what can you do while the cargo was being deplaned?
I was not in any such rush. I had hardly slept in more than three days. There were reasons for this, but for now it was necessary for me to visit the rest room. A basic shave, cleaning and shedding of mainland attire would improve my chances of recognition. Sherry had promised a placard to draw attention to her, but it was often difficult to tell when she was serious. My name was not visible in any direction, and that suited me just fine. I needed major overhauls.
A half hour later, I was at the baggage conveyor, recognizing only a couple stray passengers of United Flight 1725. Neither my luggage nor Sherry was anywhere in sight. Only a few items remained on the belt. This situation was new to me. I always found my belongings at numerous airports over the years. As for Sherry, it was more peculiar because the flight was on time, she assured me of her punctuality to a fault and had toiled for a year to get me here. Now that it finally happened, a notion was growing that she had bailed.
Well it could be worse. I might have been at an airport in Moscow or Alaska, maybe even Antarctica given the fugitive status we both suffered at different times of our ordeals, and for the same reasons. Perhaps she got cold feet, maybe she had an accident. Whatever the possibilities that raced through my mind, this was an okay place to shop for new clothes and an excellent escape from subzero temperatures back home. Confident in my resourcefulness, I began charting a course of action.
“So I see they lost your baggage.”
Sherry declared time and again that Maui was a spiritual place, but I never thought she meant to prove it this way. I had just made another 360 degree search for her with no one left to block my view. She might as well have been an angel descending from the high ceiling, standing suddenly beside me to announce my misfortune. Slender, attractive for her age, and wrapped in a white summer dress, she smiled in a manner wholly at odds with that fearless gladiator I had been dealing with electronically, the custody warrior who took on the California divorce system.
I could only conclude that I was meeting Glinda herself from the Wizard of Oz, pleasantly afraid of no one. Then we embraced. Apparently we had met at a parenting convention in D.C., at least that’s what she insisted during our phone chats in the year since. There was a still a trace of that stoic character I had been anticipating. However I was now convinced that we had never met previously. I would have remembered it, angelic indeed. Maybe I got caught up in the hustle and bustle of workshops. Then again maybe she was spinning a web I had never seen before.
Her statement was very “matter-of-factly,” and although I could be mistaken, there was even a cynical half grin directed at my newly discovered predicament, as if Mona Lisa herself knew this would happen. She came across as one who could shift demeanor without warning, suddenly emotionless and creeping up on you like a lioness with body-piercing eyes. You just knew that she could dominate any board room. Well acclimated to life’s complexities, lost baggage was simply nothing to get into a twist about.
“Hey Sherry,” I replied happily and hoping to discount the now empty black belt of the conveyor. “I’m sure it’s still coming out. I was a bit late getting here so we’ll just have to wait. No problem.”
“Yeah, well don’t wait too long. See that sign in the baggage window over there? Recognize anything?”
It took a minute squinting in the direction she was pointing, but there was the anticipated placard with my name on it, not the way I expected, yet undeniable in verifying my predicament. Having experienced this before, Sherry was quick to guide me through. She took charge of the staff inside the reclamation office and they seemed to respond as if the NSA had just arrived. My early impressions of her were being vindicated.
“This is completely unacceptable, Miss (glancing her shirt) Tupalai. My guest is expected to be in court this afternoon, and he can’t do that in khakis and an NYPD shirt, although (turning briefly to me), I like the shirt. Come to think about it, it might scare off some of those stalkers on the beach. We’re going to get him proper attire while we wait on his baggage.”
The attendant came unglued as if her skirt zipper had just busted loose. It was bad enough that some irate local was giving her a scolding but a New York cop, soon-to-be lawyer at her side? This was not good. “We’re on it, mam, it should be here by eight o’clock, and I’ll personally see to it that you get priority. Just give us your address.”
Her nightmare was only getting started.
“Eight o’clock? The judge will be in bed by then. Look I know the FAA supervisor at LAX, he gave me all the protocol I need for this sort of thing. We’ll be making a claim and I want the names of the baggage handlers. It’s well into the 21st Century! How is it these things are still happening?”
“Here’s the form you fill out on the claim,” a visibly shaken Miss Tupalai offered as she multi-tasked the situation. I almost felt sorry for her. After all, none of this was her fault. Then again it was not mine either. I was sort of enjoying this female face-off.
“It is what it is,” Sherry replied with a more lady-like tone. “No time to dwell on it. Here’s my information and cell. We’re going shopping, and I love to shop.”
With repeat apologies that were beginning to appear more like condolences over a dead body, arrangements were made to have my luggage delivered to Sherry’s home. Confirmed on the next plane from San Francisco, it occurred to me after that exchange that my host was abundantly familiar with court rooms. It also demonstrated how easily she could inflame any judge especially when custody over her own child was being threatened.
“Sherry, not for nothing, but I don’t recall any court appearance on our calendar for this afternoon.”
“There isn’t, not yet anyway, but there will be if they don’t get that baggage problem cleared up. This is not the way I expect my special guests to be treated.” She placed an emphasis on “special” while sending an alluring smile in my direction as if there were other surprises in store for me.
“Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?”
“Not at all. Look she’s probably a very competent person, but if you don’t put the fear in them, they’ll get lax on you. You might never see your belongings again.”
We left the terminal with only my carry-on, replete with lap top, electronic devices and modern weaponry intended to wage war on a dysfunctional court system. Sherry had worked long and hard to get me here. She had a singular purpose that only she knew, and it would not be denied. A fifteen year divorce and custody battle had cost her precious years with an only child, fugitive status which took her to countries around the globe and an ordeal which nearly took her life.
It was an ordeal orchestrated behind closed doors, suppressed from accountability and remanded to a twilight zone of obscurity. There were many cases of court corruption I had come across in my years as a trial attorney but none like this. Sherry was the divorce court equivalent of a wrongfully convicted murderer released from prison by the Innocence Project. She certainly deserved a remedy but was entitled to much more, a release from the injustices which had plagued her for so long. Indeed society owed this to her.
My job in this project was to expose Sherry’s horrific journey through a corrupt divorce system so that other parents would not suffer a similar fate. As a victimized father myself, still in the heat of battle, I knew that little had changed since her annulment in 1997. In my reports to the Justice Department, I made the convincing case that it had only gotten worse. Profound investigations would have to be commissioned by our federal government to reverse decades of state sponsored family abuse which it had ironically caused through a funding law.
I also knew our joint mission would invite grave consequences. After 23 unblemished years in the legal profession, I was made subject to a witch hunt by ethics lawyers for exposing misconduct in New York’s divorce and family courts. That “hunt” was so inept that it made Dick Cheney out to be an expert marksman. I reported regular misconduct to their bosses, a high court and its appointed Committee on Professional Standards. They never flinched to give it credence.
A maliciously protracted investigation designed strictly to discredit my reform message drove me to career suicide. As you read on, you will learn of alarming whistle blower activity that was suppressed by these lawyers and mainstream media. At hearings before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption, I described my attackers as an “unethical ethics committee.” Before they could retaliate for that offensive but accurate depiction, the chief counsel and deputy lawyers engaged in this witch hunt were fired for falsifying their time sheets.
That’s right, your eyes are not playing tricks on you, the standard-bearers of lawyer ethics fired by their own ethics committee, people charged with overseeing unscrupulous billing practices and orchestrated conflict which have harmed more families than adultery, nagging and domestic violence combined. Like Bernie Madoff, they were the foxes watching the chicken coup. And if you can stomach that, try this: no public charges, ethical or criminal, were ever prosecuted against them.
Now if that had been you or I stealing money from any government agency, let alone a court of law, we would have been sentenced to a prison term. In one of my cases, a city worker was fired for exposing executive raises and charged with a felony for taking a $16 gas card reimbursement two hours later. At the Moreland hearings, I compared my client’s acquittal to Bernie Madoff’s $70 billion crime before he was finally convicted. Instead of setting a proper example, these ethics lawyers were allowed to resign while I sustained far worse retributions for exposing them.
Don’t go away, there’s more, and it’s all true. You can look it up on the internet in minutes. On the domestic side, more than thirty (30!) trial judges were disqualified from my (also protracted) divorce case, one for “political espionage” later removed from the family bench for admitting to sexual misconduct on his handicapped five year old niece. Now there will be a lot of court corruption related in this book, but you have to ponder that last one a bit longer. I was able to keep my young daughters out of a meeting in this judge’s chambers where parents are not allowed in. Countless other parents were not so fortunate. What sort of thought was Judge Bryan Hedges giving to all these little girls over so many years?
Every aspect of my life was therefore being scrutinized when I flew into this airport. Here I was adding to my ordeal with Sherry’s plethora of corruption carefully preserved in a voluminous record. Before getting to that, I had been a main speaker at a parental rights convention in our nation’s capital along with former Georgia Senator Nancy Schaefer. Like me she had been exposing vast injustices and had just published a book entitled, The Corrupt Business of Child Protective Services. She never made it to the podium due to a highly suspicious murder-suicide involving her husband of 52 years. Did I mention I was writing a book here?
Sherry’s past was no less daunting although I would have liked to know certain details prior to boarding at JFK. There was a main character of our book which could not be avoided, her ex-husband. He had been prosecuted for attempted murder after putting a number of bullets into another man’s body. He was surprisingly acquitted, and during Sherry’s later ordeal, thugs were sent to find her. One of them even pulled a gun on a neighbor in order to coerce her location. Did I mention I was staying at Sherry’s home?
There was another aspect to this book which rendered it unlikely for completion. Sherry announced after my arrival that she might change her mind often about our approach. As she explained it, this was a right derived from her female status. I was okay with that, after all she was paying for such a right. But there was no way I could insert fifteen years of court transcript and documents to meet her demands while making this book appealing to the general public. On one occasion, entire chapters had to be revised. Did I mention that Sherry was a woman?
So that pretty much summed up my predicament on a small island in the middle of the Pacific. Just another day in paradise. With all that I had endured over the years, I began to ask whether I had made the right decision to come here. That question was already answered by the countless family victims beneath my flights from New York to Hawaii. I know what you’re thinking. Why would I risk my career, relationships and life itself over a David-Goliath battle whose outcome was so unpredictable? The answer is the same for all those parents and would-be parents who sacrificed in foreign wars only to return to this sort of human oppression.
For our mission to succeed, I would have to find a way to pierce a shell layered by years of pain and suffering which had protected Sherry for so long. If I was successful, she would become an ideal representative in the court of public opinion. The judges, lawyers and agents responsible for the ordeal you are about to read have long forgotten Cheryl Collins. But she never forgot them, and this was no princess at the baggage counter. It is said that “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” So out the airport we went, into the burning heat of this day, to war with a modern day Satan loosened from the fires of hell.
At first blush in this headline one asks the question: what does Paris, ISIS and Thomas Ball have in common? Well we all know by now the first two involving the greatest terrorist strike upon France since World War II. But who is Thomas Ball?
Before answering that question, a profound irony must be emphasized regarding a nation which refused to participate in the war on terrorism which is now asking everyone else to join it in the eradication of ISIS. Meanwhile our own president refuses to participate.
Could it be that the targeting of the French president at a soccer game has Obama worried for his personal safety? Is it because he’s not in charge of the coordinated effort? Or is there something more ominous which the public is being denied access to?
Events of this past week continue to beg the question of whether we should be meddling into the affairs of foreign countries to incite these terrorist attacks. Viet Nam veterans are familiar with the Tonkin Bay scandal which escalated our involvement in a “conflict” that cost our nation over 58,000 men and 8 women.
Which brings us to Thomas Ball. This Viet Nam war veteran, committed dad and model citizen who traces his roots to the American Revolution, arrived at Family Court in Keene County, New Hampshire on June 15, 2011. It was anything but a court appointment which brought him there.
He was not there to surrender himself to a jail term for back child support. Instead he sat down in front of the courthouse, poured gas over his head and lit himself on fire to protest family court corruption and father discrimination. Imagine what it took to cause a man to resort to such non-court pain and suffering?
Thomas Ball was hoping to incite a civil rights revolution to parallel the one our government supported in the Middle East when only a few months earlier a man burned himself alive in Tunisia. It caused revolutions across the Arab world leading ultimately to the ISIS response in Paris.
But here in the states there was no government promotion of reform or sympathy for Thomas Ball. Instead it was just business as usual within days of this shocking event known as a “self-immolation.” It was a form of protest chosen in lieu of the mass carnage we see today.
Three articles are instructive here when Googling Thomas Ball: a June 16, 2011 local report by Free Keene, a June 20, 2011 article by Sovereign Man (foreign blog site decrying the lack of mainstream coverage of this horrific event) and a July 10, 2011 story in the Boston Globe which finally threw a bone for the fathers’ rights movement and the publicity it warranted.
What is significant about all this for purposes of Homeland Security is that Thomas Ball mailed to various media a manifesto of sorts demanding that family courts become the targets of violent rebellion. He even gave instructions on how to effectively deliver a Molotov cocktail to their corrupted chambers. You must read that manifesto, it will send chills down your home town spines.
Family court abuses are causing violent reactions all across America but because they have become a capitalist trillion dollar industry, government propaganda and a complicit mainstream media are suppressing public knowledge and accountability. We need go no further than our local family courts to prove this.
This emasculation and criminalization of fatherhood in America through debtor prisons and socialist policies are leading to escalations in crime, immorality and child dysfunction. We see it increasingly in the mass killings at schools and public venues like those in Paris.
I visited numerous human rights agencies, offices and media including the AP in Paris. But because these family courts have become so lucrative in Western society, there are no government studies or reforms to this antiquated custody system of child governance.
To address the growing epidemic, I filed an extraordinary lawsuit in the federal appeals court in Manhattan seeking, among other things, a declaratory judgment invalidating this oppressive and discriminatory system of child control. Our followers went off the charts as a result.
As America’s military returns home to debtor prisons, child alienation practices and a money oriented court system, ISIS operatives are no doubt exploiting the injustices here to orchestrate their next attack. Like 9/11 we know it’s coming. The question is how, when and whether our government is drawing properly upon its own people to track it.
To that end I published a novel last year depicting how the next terrorist strike on our homeland could occur. It’s about a group of career woman on a private voyage across the Great Lakes who unwittingly foil such a plot. Full of intrigue, romance and humor it is titled “Voyage to Armageddon,”available at Barnes and Noble, Amazonand Lulu on-line bookstores.
I am also offering professional services to those who would like to publish their own court ordeals. Feel free to contact me at (315) 796-4000 if you have such an ordeal, and stay in contact for our next very exciting series here atLeon Koziol.com.
You hear it all the time, people who want to tell their life stories, unique ordeals, perhaps a legacy for future generations. And yet the vast majority are never told beyond the cafés, workplaces, shopping malls and bar stools.
But what if a book project leads to court corruption and verified misconduct? What if your long festering story results in official investigations and charges? Can you make your mark to prevent others from becoming victims?
That is what is emerging from the latest book project this month by parental advocate, Dr. Leon Koziol. Fact checking has led to revelations which are shocking to say the least and the early draft manuscript may have to be released to authorities.
This week he’s been talking to a number of divorce and family court victims around the country anxious to tell their court ordeals through a published book. But as explained in our October 7, 2015 post here at Leon Koziol.com, the process has many costly pitfalls for the novice writer regardless of background.
We like to think of America as the land of the free, place of opportunity and beacon of liberty, but those founding principles are quickly eroding. Your book may have a vital impact. Newcomer political candidates continue to garner a tremendous following because they are expressing the frustrations of our people.
Well how about you? Are you less important to society? Have you thought about leaving something valuable behind ? After all, even the rich can’t take their wealth to the grave. Alec Baldwin published “A Promise to Ourselves ” co-produced by a writing expert. Here we offer you an exciting range of consulting and publishing services.
A profound void exists in publishing on the subject of real life court abuses, particularly in matters of divorce, custody and support. In countless cases, books have led to documentaries or even a movie of the kind occasioned by John Grisham or Tom Clancy. If enough stories are told, maybe we can collectively influence long overdue reforms in our courts to benefit children and families.
Unfortunately in our publishing experiences (Leon successfully sued a book publisher for incompetence), a well developed manuscript could be tortured by unscrupulous profiteers. Dubious publishers are prosecuted for greedy business practices only to reorganize under different names.
Therefore you will need proper guidance if your story must be told. Leon has traveled to many places to get to know our book clients. It lends a crucial personal touch behind any such venture. And in the end it may be your only remedy to a miscarriage of justice, your own final chapter in life.
If you would like to explore such a venture, contact Leon directly at firstname.lastname@example.org or (315) 796-4000. Fees are dependent on the complexity of your assignment. For every serious inquiry, we will provide a free copy of Leon’s latest manuscript entitled Voyage to Armageddon published last year and available at Barnes and Noble, Amazon and Lulu Publishing on/line bookstores. Make your passion for justice and reform a meaningful and potentially lucrative one.
Publishing Consultant, Dr. Leon R. Koziol, offering professional assistance
In his 2008 book “A Promise to Ourselves,” actor Alec Baldwin relates his journey through fatherhood and divorce. It became a best seller, and he was ultimately vindicated when his daughter, the subject of parental alienation, became a notable presence in the wedding party of his next marriage.
I attended Alec Baldwin’s public interview and book signing at a theatre in Manhattan that year. And as we all know, Alec’s later career flourished better than ever despite revelations of a number of suicide attempts in his book.
As he depicted it, they arose from all the judgment-laced publicity surrounding a frustrated voice mail he left to his daughter. It had been leaked as a custody tactic during his highly contentious divorce with Kim Bassinger.
Because the victim was so close and personal with the divorce litigation, he secured the assistance of a professional to help write his story. The name Mark Tabb is disclosed on the front cover.
You may have a long held passion for writing your own book, perhaps a court ordeal, an autobiography or documentary to influence public opinion. If so, I can help you bring it to fruition with a highly diverse and relevant background.
We all hear about those wanting to write a book about a life experience. Sadly only a small fraction actually take that all-important step to get started and then stay committed to publication. It’s a complex process requiring professional guidance.
Having published three books in my time using extensive experience as a trial attorney, I recently became a publishing consultant to victims of court abuse. One book, tentatively entitled “No Remedy at Law: A Mother’s Fight and Flight From a Corrupt Divorce System,” is nearing completion.
This latest book is a highly intriguing story which would have gone to the author’s grave had she not retained me to get the project going. Make no mistake, it’s no easy undertaking. It required months of documentary review, electronic exchanges and even flights to a mutual destination to make it an ideal product.
Yours may not be so involved, but rest assured there are numerous publishing companies which fail to provide that critical personal commitment. Do it right or not at all, as I learned when my first publisher employed second rate editors outsourced as far away as India to result in a disastrous experience.
I ultimately sued the publisher successfully and it went out of business shortly after worldwide publicity over the lawsuit which included a London newspaper. If you would like to discuss the possibilities, contact me at email@example.com or (315) 796-4000.
There is an advance payment requirement and contract dependent on the complexity of your book project. I would like to hear your story and will provide every serious inquirer with a free copy of my 2014 novel manuscript entitled Voyage to Armageddon.
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Deranged Child Attorney William Koslosky Immunized From Serious Misconduct Due To Participation In Witch Hunt Against Civil Rights Attorney And Parent Leon Koziol
Welcome to Kangaroo Chronicles, our third in a series of posts directed to our nation’s divorce and family courts. In our first series, King’s Chronicles, we gave you an inside look at how government power is abused by self-serving judges such as Dan King in Lowville, New York. In Kendra’s Chronicles, we showed how a money oriented family court can harm innocent childen and third parties.
In this series, we bring you shocking revelations to prove how civil rights advocate Leon Koziol is being targeted by the state to censor his free speech. This six year witch hunt against him includes three ethics lawyers in Albany, New York who committed civil rights violations and were fired in 2013 for falsifying time sheets (with no public charges ever brought against them).
On the family end, the retaliation includes a custody judge in Syracuse removed from Leon’s case in 2011 and from the bench altogether for admitting sexual misconduct upon his handicapped five year old niece (who in her adult capacity is supporting Leon’s reform efforts). It also includes a court appointed attorney for Leon’s children, William Koslosky, who abused tax dollars to punish those efforts with false sworn statements made on behalf of Leon’s children.
This opening segment regarding child attorney William Koslosky takes the dysfunction of New York’s family courts to Kangaroo levels. So absurd has it become that Abe Fortas could be rocked from his grave (Supreme Court member who described these forums as Kangaroo courts). Indeed William Koslosky’s rants and antics could be featured in “Ripley’s Believe It Or Not” but there is nothing entertaining about the damage he caused to his so-called “clients.”
What could two little girls in grade school know about Koslosky’s hidden agendas? They were there to be exploited for purposes of harming their dad as a messenger of reform. It is about as sick as any government can get. But when these two “clients” come of age, one heck of a lawyer malpractice action will easily pay for their college educations. This is especially true now that their dad’s income has been maliciously harmed by their lawyer contrary to any logical benefit to them. It may even cause you to consider a malpractice action for your own children.
Since 2010, we’ve brought you real life stories that get more shocking with each passing year. We’ve also backed them up with solid proof and later vindications. But you’ll have to brace yourselves on this one. It really did happen and should cause every parent to look into the backgrounds of the lawyers for their childen. Such appointments are made without any input or permission from those who know these “clients” best.
Daddy’s Got A Gun, What’s He Gonna do?”
By Dr. Leon R. Koziol
This is a question put before a New York judge, one of more than 30 assigned to my family matters since an uncontested divorce was turned into a political spectacle following my run for Congress in 2006. Some judges were removed on my motions for bias, others stuck around long enough to do damage until their misconduct was exposed and a few are no longer on the bench.
It was put before Syracuse family judge Martha Walsh-Hood, an anti- father jurist from a very political family. It came during closing argument by an attorney named William Koslosky, re-appointed by her to represent my children. Prior to his gun harangue for narcissistic reasons, I had gotten permission to exit proceedings that had turned into a one sided circus. I discovered the gun reference in a later transcript.
However the question did not concern me. I have never owned a gun and would not know how to use one. It was directed at Koslosky’s own dad and it occurred during a family dispute about red skin potatoes more than 50 years earlier at the Koslosky dinner table. Yes you’re reading that correctly and, okay, I know what you’re going to say: what’s this got to do with Leon, his girls or a custody case in 2009?
Good question. The answer starts with the difference between our medical and legal professions. Bar associations have opposed specialty designations, leaving the public to chance the qualifications of an attorney in a particular area of litigation. In Koslosky’s case I had been making the argument that he had no marriage or children to give him a background for representing children. In addition he was abusing our tax dollars to concoct lucrative conflicts.
To overcompensate for these defects and a physical disability, he took out his childhood experiences on my little girls by creating drama to harm their dad in any way possible. Forget the clear ethical misconduct, the moral depravity was sufficient to warrant Koslosky’s removal and ethics charges at the very least.
But the appointing judges were delighted by all this as it fit in with their agenda for punishing my reform efforts. They kept him in place for seven profitable years connecting with his arguments as if they had pre-planned them. These judges went to extreme lengths to overlook his abuses of our court system.
In Judge King’s court, for example, Koslosky was appointed to my support case as recently as February, 2015 despite his earlier removal by another judge for counter-productive involvement. This will now escalate drama to levels completely beyond the jurisdiction of a support matter. It also shows how misconduct is rewarded when you play the game.
So when it came time for William Koslosky to justify himself, he went off on a rant about his personal life having nothing to do with the case he was being paid for. Worse yet, Judge Walsh-Hood did nothing to contain his harangue. But in a bizarre twist, Koslosky did much more damage here by evincing a childhood disorder and personal hatred for his own father which obviously played out not only in my case but upon countless other unsuspecting fathers and children.
Prior to his commitment to federal prison, New York’s top jurist, Chief Justice Sol Wachtler stated in an often cited opinion that you can indict a ham sandwich under the laws of this state. While on the bench he directed court staff to investigate a lawyer to harm his law license because he was getting too close to the judge’s mistress. That sort of demented misconduct and sandwich analogy apply with greater abuses in lawyer ethics where guilt is easily found on a substandard level of proof and no jury right.
Koslosky’s misconduct was ratified by his employer courts through their inaction alone, and that makes a mockery of justice in all my cases. It warrants an investigation by the U. S. Justice Department because a self regulated state system will manipulate the rules to extinguish a critic while protecting their own. My case is exactly that, and many more exist around the country which should move the American public to protest inasmuch as these are the forums where justice is supposed to be served, not crushed.
I was unblemished for over 23 years. Suddenly, after my reform efforts started, everything about me was bad with every move scrutinized to absurdity on a pathetically vague “fitness” standard which no lawyer could survive. And the damages are not unlike the Kids for Cash scandal in Pennsylvania which resulted in the reversal of 4,000 juvenile convictions well after the damage was done.
It’s one thing to advocate for children, not your own, with no relevant background, but quite another to take out your childhood disorders upon infant clients and their fit, loving dads. It gets more bizarre when you take a look at Koslosky’s statements in their greater context. You have to consider yourself an attorney or concerned mom or dad when you read this. Here is what he stated:
One thing that I remember is disagreement between my mom and my dad. My dad was a policeman and one day he came home and he was mad because we didn’t have red-skinned potatoes and all that she could say is we have Yukon Gold and I was terrorized. I’d never seen dad arguing like this and, my God, he’s in the police uniform with a gun. What is he going to do? So I went to the store to get red-skinned potatoes and I don’t like Yukon Gold.
Come again?! Where’s the “smoking gun” here, pardon the pun. Koslosky’s dad was a police officer who in the day probably kept his gun at his side especially when assuring the security needs of a family which could be threatened in this line of duty. The aged ingrate son should have known this when he defamed his dad so long after his passing. As for different kinds of potatoes, how does this lead to a conclusion that mom was in danger?
Even assuming those fears were real in Koslosky’s mind at the time, why are they being brought up in a custody case involving another family 50 years later? The obvious answer is that William Koslosky was concocting billable hours at taxpayer expense and endeavoring a connection of some kind that only a psychiatrist could figure out. Lots of luck doctor!
Clearly something else occurred in Billy’s childhood which is being kept from the court. The impacted litigants and children are entitled to know more about this proffered event which their lawyer felt was so important to them. In this case, we taxpayers are also paying that lawyer to abuse court appointments for the suppression of free speech and citizen reforms.
A report is currently being prepared for Justice Department review in light of the Walter Scott murder and my ordeal here which details the foregoing civil rights violations and court corruption. It will include conclusive proof of a scheme by William Koslosky to lodge sworn papers with false factual assertions that I had filed motions to have my law license reinstated in family court (giving the impression of incompetence).
There was no such motion in the court record anywhere. Not only is this a serious abuse and fraud upon our courts, disregarded by New York’s attorney and judicial authorities, but it harmed the “clients” who rely on me for income and their family reputation. When nothing was done to remedy this grave injustice, Koslosky lodged more false sworn statements.
To think that our public authorities could overlook such a serious matter is in line with the governor’s dismantling of his Moreland Commission on Public Corruption just as the investigations were implicating his office and other top officials later prosecuted by the Justice Department. The federal investigations implicate prominent judges and law firms. Should this surprise any of us?
Ever wonder why crimes and civil debts bear reverse punishments in our nation’s divorce and family courts? Supreme Court Justice Abe Fortas once described these forums as “Kangaroo Courts.” Poor Abe, he would roll over in his grave today if he knew what was happening to our families and children here.
But it’s true, support debtors, nearly 100% of them fathers, are being tossed in a cage every day by self righteous family judges while crimes committed by their accusers are going unpunished. Welcome to Kendra’s Chronicles IV, where we bring you a personal side to the corruption which is occurring in these courts across our country.
Parents are advised time and again by unscrupulous lawyers to fabricate or embellish upon facts in their petitions and testimony for tactical gains in needless court cases. It is lucrative for everyone but our families. A product of an archaic custody framework, such crimes are preferred over shared parenting laws to keep us fighting over our offspring. Who can blame some when the courts shove moms and dads into an arena reminiscent of a Roman Coliseum with a winner-take-all mentality?
At most, however, a perjuring mother will face a change in custody, and because this may harm the child more than anyone else, such crimes are highly ignored. To be sure, no judge or prosecutor wants to be known as the one who incarcerated a mom even though she caused an innocent dad to be denied access to his children or wrongfully convicted of contempt or abuse.
For fathers, it’s quite another matter. Judges are programmed to believe that a man is stronger, physically and emotionally, to sustain the pain and suffering caused by the loss of a child’s affection or human liberty while incarcerated for a money debt. When an aggrieved dad reacts to the prejudice, he is ordered into anger management. Put another way, our courts are forcing dads under penalty of losing their children to accept their unequal status in violation of rights protected by our Constitution.
Hence it is the male parent who must bear the brunt of injustices needed to keep this archaic, lucrative and unequal custody scheme in place. It also explains why discrimination is still tolerated, why fathers remain 85% of support obligors and why nearly 100% of jailed debtors are men, including those who learn too late that the subject children were not theirs. Indeed the phrase “dead beat dad” has yet to be condemned for what it is, a sexist slur.
If a dad rightfully demands fair treatment and accountability, it may beget discreet or even overt retaliation of the kind I sustained when shedding light on the corruption which occurs here. I lost ten months access to my little girls until false petitions were finally dismissed for lack of evidence in 2010. I never even had to put in a defense. But as far as the court was concerned, it was over, no damage done. Dad got his girls back.
Seriously? That’s it? I lost four major holidays, two birthdays and my eldest daughter’s First Holy Communion because of the crimes committed by a scorned ex- spouse, not to mention the precious interactions between a loving dad and two innocent girls. But fathers no longer matter in these courts especially after money became their priority.
Perjury had been rampant in the often deranged testimony of a mother named Kelly Hawse-Koziol. The judge could conclude that much on the contradictions and ill-preparation alone. These were extremely damaging accusations employed purely as custody tactics, yet not even a scolding or slap on the wrist came of it.
The logical consequence of this kind of break-down in the administration of justice is more of the same. It encouraged this woman to repeat her crimes again and again if for example my girls reported a fun outing with a girlfriend or some rumor which could get her more “child support” in retaliation. It was also a product of entitlement mentality prompted by liberals across the country.
Kelly Hawse-Koziol remains a tenured high school teacher at Frankfort-Schuyler School District in upstate New York. On numerous occasions while still married, I was called upon to proof-read her resumes in a desperate attempt to leave that district notwithstanding my routine defense of the community and school board. Our efforts got her interviews (and arguments) but no success.
Ten years later, this Masters degree teacher was filing court petitions so impaired with grammar defects that a judge was forced to insert five “sic” notations in a single paragraph to make it a part of his decision. Never mind what this teacher might be doing to the students or taxpayers of her school district, it was my job as a co-parent to make sure that no harm was done to my girls’ home studies
On one occasion, Ms. Hawse-Koziol asserted the startling fact that the Nile River flowed south, evidently because it looked that way on a map. For many of you this may seem inconsequential but when it came up during one of our many father-child trivia exchanges, I could have gotten myself in contempt of a court order especially the way I was being scrutinized as a free speaking American.
My girls are one grade apart in a nearby school district and very smart. You know I’ve got to tell you that, I’m a proud father. They loved to absorb knowledge from whatever source and would never let me stop with the many true-false or multiple choice exercises we practiced during road trips. In none of the family court proceedings over the past six years did such quality activity receive any mention.
It was one of many learning advantages which was ripped out from under them by a family judge more intent on suppressing the exercise of free speech than dignifying the role of a genuine father. He damaged these girls in more ways than one. But the inequities of family court generally and the misconduct of this judge in particular had other impacts.
During one of our trivia exchanges, I was subject, as most parents are in family court, to a restriction upon parent-child discourse involving litigation. It’s hard to know how to draw the line where a parent’s authority ends and the state takes over. It was harder still even as a veteran lawyer-parent when my judge, Dan King, found me to possess college degrees I never earned for purposes of imputing child support income.
Well the conflict found its way into our trivia games and limited weekend fathering activity. To make a long story short, I could not correct answers which my girls attributed to their mother. When they defended her on the degrees she possessed, I was hard pressed not to explain how a judge had misrepresented the facts on this subject. My preferred approach was simply to be a father even if it meant violating orders that made cackling hens more sensible .