By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
Just when you thought it was safe to come out as a court corruption whistle blower, along comes an anonymous note in my mail this past week. Among other things, it read: “Your money hungry ex-wife is at it again. Parading Lou Usherwood (Usherwood Office Technology) around town and school events like he is the father of your children.”
Those of you following this site, http://www.leonkoziol.com, might help me analyze the peculiar mailing and understand what is really going on. Think of it as the television series “Forensic Files” or “Dateline.” You may have some vital information I need to know, or maybe you’ve had a similar experience with some psycho alienator, the truly bad parent targeting the good one to extinction with the help of a family court gestapo.
Over the past decade of reform work, I have come across countless bizarre stories in the twilight zone known as family court. Yet I remain confounded about my own. How could a model dad and stellar attorney for over two decades become so viciously targeted to result in his total alienation from his daughters, now 16 and 17 years of age?
How could I have been subjected to a “shoot on sight” threat during a traffic stop involving a driver of my vehicle en route to my location last year? It had all the scary trappings of the Walter Scott murder by a traffic cop in South Carolina. That dad was shot dead five times in the back unarmed while fleeing a child support warrant. In our last post, we posed the question: “Is our government now killing for money?”
My ordeal is the shocking precedent for a court which has morphed into the “star chambers” that our founding fathers set out to prevent in our Constitution. It features the kind of tactics Adolph Hitler championed using children as his pretense. It was a war which had my own dad surviving five years in a Nazi camp. How could he imagine what would await his own family when coming to this country so long ago?
How could anyone imagine a court which styles itself as “family” causing so many parents to war with one another until their money runs out, to deny the countless suicides caused by anal custody and support tactics? Where is the accountability from higher courts which defer to the domestic “specialization” which supposedly exists here, the misconduct commissions like those in New York and California which look into a mere 10 % of all complaints?
Strangely, this anonymous note could help answer such questions. A similar one was placed next to my garage door in 2005. It contained the same warnings about this “Lou Usherwood.” At the time, Kelly Hawse-Koziol was still looking to reconcile after agreeing to move out of the marital home. We still stayed with our girls on my boat at Lake George and spent holidays together. I looked into the Usherwood report and determined him to be a millionaire with no threat to my girls.
Less than a year later, along came Joe Flihan Jr. who, unlike Usherwood at the time was being “paraded around” as the father of my children. Kelly Hawse-Koziol, the state’s appointed “custodial parent,” offered in an October 25, 2006 phone call to give up child support if I would give up my fathering rights to this childless millionaire. That set off the escalating family court proceedings over the next 13 years.
Of the 20-plus trial jurists assigned to my originally uncontested divorce, not a single one raised a concern over this parent substitution scandal. Flihan removed Hawse-Koziol from his home in 2016. During her two year stay there, she had falsified a relocation notice, pretending to still reside in the home she has now returned to. Once again, family court gave this fraud no remedy. Was money the cause for it all?
During the time of my civil rights practice I literally saved lives, and since the time of my reform crusade I saved veterans and professionals from suicide. At least three would gladly testify to this. In one case, I saved the life of the president of our local bar association. He was caught cheating with a client’s wife who happened to be his law office secretary. It led to a hotly contested divorce.
Late one night that client came to my home to announce that he was finally going to end it with this adulterous attorney. He was inflamed by a divorce judge who refused to allow us to place that attorney on the witness stand (which was necessary at the time to win our case). His reason was to prevent reputational harm to the bar president. At least this judge expressed his intent which so many others fail to do while orchestrating similar illicit outcomes.
Rather than backing down, I challenged this judge. Indeed I won my first appeal against him right out of law school. My client was pleased with the risks I took but was left with the perception that the courts were sufficiently corrupt for him to take the law into his own hands. I knew his history, i.e. a gun fire exchanged during a Florida road rage. I knew exactly his intent but prevailed upon him to relent.
I was later thanked by both the bar president and former client. Nothing good would have come of this and sadly, that president died of natural causes when he collapsed on a courtroom floor years later at age 46. The practice of law can do that to you. Yet today I am being vilified by members of that same bar despite all the good I have done consistent with ethical duty.
Back to the Usherwood note and the title of this post.
In the summer of 1999, I was dining with my future bride, Kelly Hawse, at an upscale restaurant in Newport, Rhode Island. At one point, I mentioned that I was still friendly with an ex-fiancee, a relationship broken off four years earlier. Why is that so hard for some to accept? The next thing I knew, my lights practically went out when she punched me in the head. Any closer to my nose and she could have killed me.
Restaurant patrons were shocked. Had the genders been reversed, they would surely have tackled me. With a bruise on my head, I had sufficient cause to have Kelly arrested with a criminal record today. Instead, I got up quietly and left for my vehicle convinced beyond repair that there would be no marriage proposal. To my continued shock, Kelly jumped into the passenger side and refused to exit (fortunately I had paid the bill).
Over the next eight hours on the trip to her dad’s home across Narragansett Bay and back to my home in upstate New York, I was unable to convince this woman to leave my car. She was so incessant with her pleading that at one point along Route 91 near Springfield, I left her in my new red corvette with the car running to find a sanctuary from her endless nagging. Now it’s gotta be bad for a guy to do that.
Finally I got home with a plan long fixed in my mind. I ran from my vehicle parked next to hers and locked the dumb bolt to my enclosed front porch. She had her own apartment but sat down at my door crying. Concerned about how the commotion might be interpreted, I videotaped this scene from my window never expecting it would become relevant for the rest of my life.
After calming her down, I unlocked the “dumb” bolt and the rest is history. My daughters were born three and four years later.
So, against this backdrop, who was it that authored the anonymous letter in 2019, a concerned school employee, jealous lover or Kelly Hawse herself in a scheme to provoke another incident for family court purposes?
By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
Keith Eisenhut is a divorce and family court lawyer in Utica, New York. He lives somewhere around a small town called Waterville and makes a living orchestrating needless conflict between moms and dads. If you’ve got lots of money to burn, don’t do it, just throw it in a wheel barrel and deliver it to “Keith’s” sole practice, wherever it is these days, after he was tossed from his last partnership with Mike Kalil.
You see, Keith Eisen-slut has sleezed so much money out of unsuspecting parents that Bernie Madoff would have loved to become his new partner. It’s important, therefore, that we put our local followers on notice about this character so that you won’t get “burned” as well. “Keith” as he is called among these courts has exhibited all sorts of incompetency, but managed to dodge accountability by joining bar associations and even the local ethics committee, if you can believe that.
You might compare Eisen-slut to the chief attorney and deputy lawyers on the ethics committee which did the witch hunt against me years ago when I began exposing such incompetency on this website, local public forums, and both mainstream and social media. I called this New York ethics committee an “unethical ethics committee” during my judicial whistleblowing activity and, of course, they went ballistic on me.
How dare I say such terrible things? Their reputation, like my (eventually admitted) pedophile custody judge, Bryan Hedges, was “beyond reproach.” Not long afterward, however, I was vindicated when these same lawyers, Peter Torncello, Steven Zayas and Elizabeth Devane, were exposed by a state inspector general and allowed to resign by their Albany Appeals Court employers for falsifying their time sheets. These are the standard-bearers of attorney ethics charged with the duty of correcting overbilling practices of characters like Keith Eisen-slut.
Well here at Leon Koziol.com, we don’t let such characters get away with their sleeze tactics. You see “Keith” was my ex-spouse’s first divorce lawyer. I warned her about him but, hey, she knew better as a Frankfort-Schuyler school teacher who once lectured her students that the Nile River flows south (because that’s the way it looked on her geography map). Nevermind all the error-prone resumes I had to correct for her when we were married. She’s still in Frankfort (which she despises) and will probably be there to retirement given her tenured status.
Anyway Kelly Hawse-Koziol found out the hard way before finally firing Eisen-slut. She re-hired him for one more try in 2012 after her replacement lawyer moved to New York City. Again he lost as did his client when the judge denied her request to have me pay for Keith Eisenhut’s lawyer fee. Here are some other features of his incompetent representation after sleezing many more thousands out of this high school teacher (itemized in my recently filed state Supreme Court lawsuit):
(a) outside disclosures of the father’s private matters resulting in protection orders against Eisenhut, his client and law office on January 11, 2007;
(b) filing of papers concededly in “the wrong court” in December, 2006 resulting in dismissal of his client’s case and costly renewal a year later;
(c) drafting of a divorce decree, corrected by the father, which had his own client guilty of cruel and inhumane treatment contrary to agreement;
(d) recklessly delayed and contrived support bills which collapse his client’s 2006 settlement with its voluntary 50% support increase;
(e) costly proceedings in 2012 adverse to his client which could have been avoided altogether with a competent review of the case record.
These are only some of Eisenhut’s gross incompetence. All of it is verified by the record for anyone to review. And yet the “bar” is still allowing him to “practice” law. Kelly Hawse-Koziol is now on her sixth or seventh lawyer, and our once uncontested divorce (before Eisen-whore made it contested) is now on its 40th trial level jurist.
After dragging his client through years of needless proceedings for increased “child support,” New York Supreme Court Judge John Grow ruled in his decision of October 8, 2008 that the parents’ private support agreements of 2004 and 2005 were just and proper under the federal and state “Child Support Standards Act.”
So next time someone refers you to Keith Eisennut, bring along your wheel barrel of cash and strap yourself in for the ride of any carnival. Just don’t’ expect any refunds if you fall off the ride. This carnival court clown, Eisen-slut, is easy to recognize. He’ll be the dwarf or troll literally talking through his nose with that nasal thing he’s got going. You might even need to take a course in nasal dialect to understand how he’s going to screw up your life.
If you have any complaint regarding Keith Eisenhut, submit your grievance to:
Attorney Grievance Committee
Fifth Judicial District
224 Harrison Street; Suite 408
Syracuse, New York 13202-3066
You can also call directly at (315) 401-3355
Or better yet, file your grievance and sue Eisenhut for malpractice. I’ve won a number of such cases including one against a lawyer who later became a family court judge. If Kelly Hawse-Koziol had done so (as I once recommended), she would have recovered a lot more than the so-called “child support” she is still seeking today.
By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
Now this is a story of for the ages, court corruption on steroids. For those of you who have followed my ordeal as a judicial whistleblower, you know how my daughters, livelihood and law licenses were taken from me due to my conscientious stand against my profession after 23 years of unblemished practice of law. I have never even been charged with a crime or unfit behavior as a parent.
You also know how the ethics lawyers in the witch hunt against me were allowed to resign quietly by their appeals court employers for falsifying time sheets without any criminal or ethics charges. And you know about the unprecedented 30 plus trial level judges assigned to my originally uncontested divorce of 2006 who were disqualified for various reasons.
They included my custody judge, Bryan Hedges, removed from my case just prior to his admission of sexual abuse on his handicapped, five year old niece. And just when you thought it was safe to come out, along comes today’s feature on Leon Koziol. com, a parental blog site dedicated to exposing corruption in America’s divorce industry.
My recently released book, Satan’s Docket, continues to entertain readers while educating them to the realities of divorce and family courts from a model father and highly successful civil rights attorney. What a great Christmas present as so many have discovered through recent orders at www.parentingrightsinstitute.com.
Today’s shocking story could never have occurred unless I so angered certain judges with my public disclosures that they went ballistic with their retributions and abuses of judicial office. You need to share this with media, organizations and fellow victims not so much for my sake, no one is seriously supporting me anyway, that’s why the corruption continues to your own detriment as parents and taxpayers. Do it for the sake of innocent children and future generations of Americans.
As yesterday’s post reported, I filed a parental equality case in New York Supreme Court. One day after its filing, on December 15, 2017, I was summoned to appear before the 40th trial level jurist assigned to my originally uncontested divorce.
That’s right, forty (40). I’m not making this up any more than my pedophile custody judge who was sued along with administrative judge, James Tormey, for directing “political espionage” of his family court clerk (Morin v Tormey).
I’m also not making this up any more than Judge Hedges’ replacement, Daniel “Kangaroo” King, who allowed a fabricated PhD and Master degree into the record for purposes of imputing false income. He did so for retaliatory support incarceration in 2013 after I reported his misconduct at public hearings before the Moreland Commission on Public Corruption.
Now the name of our latest villain is Natalie Carraway, and I have no idea where this support magistrate came from any more than the security deputy did who said she had come to our local family court just for me. How truly “honored” was I.
Anyway, four days earlier on December 11th, I had appeared before Kangaroo King’s replacement judge, James “dweeby” Eby of Oswego, New York Family Court. It was a first appearance on my show cause petition for holiday parenting time filed at least one week before Thanksgiving.
Of course, the dweeb had no intention of “granting” me father access to my daughters after nearly 1,500 days removed from their lives. He was likely assigned by Syracuse Judge James “Bond” Tormey to harass me with every possible abuse of judicial office. The Jimbo twins may have become determined to discredit my professional reputation and public message of reform at any cost.
After telling me to pound salt, the dweeb was interrupted during proceedings by that security deputy. He came in uninvited and asked this Oswego judge if he could serve me with a support violation petition then set for a first appearance four days later before Natalie “clueless” Carraway. The dweeb replied that it was not Oswego “policy” to allow service of papers in a case not assigned to the presiding judge, but because it “may be” policy in Oneida County, he ruled that I was “served.”
We were then excused from his deliberations, but I refused to accept service on grounds that I was intending to challenge “service by mail” in the separate support case, a mode of service requested by the “custodial sociopath” Kelly Hawse-Koziol on the face of her sworn petition. Because such petitions feature warnings of arrest and incarceration of up to seven years, that’s right seven years, on their face, I was not expecting “corrective” service by a court deputy assigned to security.
More importantly, I wanted to obtain a ruling to invalidate this unchecked practice of mail service given its clear violation of due process and devastation to victims such as Walter Scott. You might recall him as the unarmed dad in South Carolina shot dead in the back five times while fleeing a child support warrant. His family recovered $6 million for civil rights violations (the latest form of “child support”).
But how could Judge “dweeby” Eby know any of this? He was not assigned to the support case. And now he unwittingly became a witness to the service issue and therefore subject to (yet another) disqualification (always blamed on me, the innocent victim). Of course my adversaries, known and unknown, will endeavor to “sweep this all under the carpet” using every lame excuse possible.
But they would have to get around the fact that I was successful in a “Traverse” hearing as it is called one year ago where a support case by the same custodial parent was dismissed for improper service. I actually got the city marshal process server hired by her to admit on cross examination that he lied under oath before the last support magistrate. Or maybe they just don’t care about “law and order” anymore. We got to get this guy, Leon Koziol, out of the way at all costs, legal or illegal.
To my surprise, the security deputy was still pursuing me outside the courthouse to serve me again with the same papers even after Eby’s ruling that I had already been served. Now how close did this pursuit come to the one which resulted in the murder of Walter Scott? The only thing which separated our fates was the mood and mentality of this sheriff deputy who managed to barge into an unrelated (custody) proceeding and take control of it. Stay tuned! It gets better!
Between the dweeby proceeding and clueless one of December 15, 2017, I had the parties named in my state Supreme Court case served properly with my complaint. I did this with a privately retained process server. We had to travel hundreds of miles over a two day period to serve New York’s top judge in Albany, and judges Eby and Tormey in Oswego (Lake Ontario) and Syracuse. It cost me hundreds of dollars to comply with “the law.”
All that was left to serve in my newly filed lawsuit at our December 15th support hearing was the “custodial sociopath” and Clueless Carraway. We got the sociopath, Kelly Hawse-Koziol, in the court lobby and then my server joined me in the back of the courtroom before Magistrate Natalie Carraway. She progressed through the usual formalities.
That’s when I learned that my custodial adversary was now represented by her sixth attorney employed by Social Services (while she was earning nearly $100,000 annually as a tenured Frankfort-Schuyler school teacher receiving $45,500 in tax free child support only two years earlier, again under threat of incarceration to a debtor prison).
When the subject of our next appearance came up, I logically raised the mail service challenge and in-court service by a sheriff deputy assigned to court security. But my ordeal never ends when it comes to shocking events. Clueless Carraway informed me from the bench that she had taken it upon herself to investigate the service issue already (before I even raised it at our first appearance now underway).
Magistrate Carraway had secured the transcript of Judge Eby’s custody proceedings at public expense when it was my adversary’s legal obligation to do that at her expense for purposes of proving proper service. More bizarre, Judge Eby would eventually become the appeals judge in her support case and therefore tainted as a biased witness to proper service.
Hey this is New York, don’t try to figure it out. In my lawsuit, I explained why judges and experts could not understand my ten year ordeal, but stick with me anyway. It’s for your own good. You’ll just have to trust me on that. Judge Clueless announced that she was accepting her colleague Eby’s ruling on service while selectively excluding the county policy question which preceded it.
That’s when I responded with the chaos that would follow from her precedent which I was certain that no judge in my (Oneida) county would adopt. I asked Clueless to imagine what our system of justice would be like if any court security deputy could simply interrupt any court proceeding to serve papers for a private party in a separate case. An angry Carraway was unmoved as presiding judge here. And that’s when her world was rocked.
If that was her firm precedent, I asked her to accept service of my state Supreme Court summons and complaint which named her as a defending party by my process server seated in the back of her courtroom. She made me repeat that question as it was evidently beyond her comprehension that a judge could be served by a litigant while deliberating on his case.
But come on man! This is exactly what had occurred to me in Judge Eby’s courtroom four days earlier and she had just ruled that this was an acceptable mode of service. Utterly discombobulated, Clueless Carraway finally replied that she was going to conclude this first appearance and attend to matters in chambers (this was her only case and she was probably intending to consult her assigning judge, James “Bond” Tormey about it all).
But our needless wait in the court lobby for Carraway’s exit had its fateful benefits because the deputy was enticed in the meantime to respond to our casual inquiries about what had just happened. He gradually disclosed that he had been contacted by an Oneida County family court clerk (only minutes after my arrival for Eby’s hearing and Hawse-Koziol’s observed entry into that clerk’s office) to serve papers for someone. Deputy Dummy replied, “sure, why not” while abandoning his security post for this purpose.
Deputy Dummy then confirmed that he had no idea who this service was for and that he was not being paid for it. After all, that would be double dipping and likely the crime of official misconduct inasmuch as he was already being paid a wage for public safety purposes. Making matters worse for him, he also conceded that he was not a part of the Sheriff Department civil division which by law must charge a fee for such private purposes.
I could go on and on, but you probably know where I’m going with all this now. That’s right, the same state Inspector General who caught my ethics lawyers falsifying time sheets. After all, imagine the liability consequences if a violent event erupted in the court lobby while Deputy Dummy was preoccupied, uninvited, in closed proceedings where no one was in danger. Judge Tormey’s chief family court clerk recovered $600,000 just for being directed improperly to conduct “political espionage.”
This was also a nail in the coffin for my state Supreme Court case against Dweeby Eby, Clueless Carraway and James Bond Tormey. Can a better case be made for gender discrimination practiced by those who apply public dollars and special court privileges to give free process serving to a custodial mother while dad is required to pay for his? Shouldn’t we “lock her up” along with all the others who do this?”
There’s much more to come. Stay tuned!
By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
Should those who commit child alienation for money be sent to prison? Should custodial parents who abuse our courts and laws to eliminate a mom or dad from a child’s life be sent to prison?
It’s a pretty straight-forward question with a logical answer. I mean, what’s the real difference between a criminal kidnapping and a legalized one that puts vast amounts of money in the pockets of its perpetrators? Isn’t the result the same?
Except that under our dysfunctional custody system, it’s the victims who are criminalized and sent to jail. They call it “child support,” but ransom is a better term when a parent is removed from a child’s life.
The money is tax-free to the recipient and not based on a child’s needs. And there’s no accountability on how it’s spent. So why wouldn’t a “custodial sociopath” lie, extort and even cause the death of her victim to win an entitlement like this?
Hey, here’s an answer. Let’s organize to promote legislation that criminalizes parent alienation. I mean after all, when a father fails to pay child support, mom is quick to demand jail time. If she commits perjury to get that “support,” dad should be allowed to put her in prison.
A crime justifies a jail term much more than a money debt, right? And wouldn’t that drastically reduce the number of fraudulent petitions which waste the time and resources of our courts? Oh but shucks, that would also drastically reduce fees and revenues for lawyers and judges. It’s also why shared parenting laws have failed time and again.
As a former city legislator and corporation counsel, I’ll do the bill drafting for this new crime against parent alienation. It’s got to be “gender neutral” of course just like family courts are with 85% of child support payors still fathers. Hey, I didn’t make that up. It comes from the U.S. Census Bureau.
However I will not do the sophisticated work without proper support and resources. You need to share this post and help me get such a campaign going. Or you can just keep “raising awareness” from the comfort of your homes to no one who cares about your children or your court case.
Parent alienation is a serious and growing epidemic. We have a duty to act for the sake of our children and future generations. When a mom like Kelly Hawse-Koziol relentlessly submits false sworn statements in a desperate attempt to win “custody” and tax-free support, she is not even reprimanded.
To give you a first hand look at how serious this epidemic is, I came across two victims this past week alone. They were not parents, they were the truly innocent ones. A sixteen year old with the same first name as my eldest daughter was a popular, athletic, honor student at Rome Free Academy. After citing her accomplishments, she broke down crying because she had no dad to share them with. Her mom could only blame it on dad’s girlfriend who had no real issues that I was given.
In another case, the victim was working her way through college as a bartender. She saw my recent advertisements and disclosed how she had lost her dad because mom put him in jail on two separate occasions for “child support.” He apparently could not take the biased court abuse any longer. When it happened, the daughter confronted that mom about where she was spending the money which was supposed to be for her benefit.
In a third case years earlier, a policeman dad leaving support court decided to take the law into his own hands. He committed a murder suicide leaving four children without any parents. The best they could do is call him crazy, start another campaign against domestic violence and disregard underlying causes.
To both girls, I replied that my daughters were alienated so badly, neither has even called me in years. There are no rational excuses for this when I have never been accused of abuse, neglect or criminal behavior. Kelly Hawse-Koziol did it all for the love of money, not her children. Now you have to be a real sociopath to make this your greatest accomplishment in life!
In my eleven year divorce, the judges and lawyers were sometimes lying as much as the “custodial sociopath” was, defined in simplest terms as a “being” without a conscience. The adversarial court process is producing such sociopaths at alarming rates without accountability because it yields court revenues from the federal government and easy money for marginal lawyers who can’t make it in the real world.
If you would like to help, call our office, Parenting Rights Institute, at (315) 380-3420.
By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
You’ve got to admit, he’s pretty scary looking. But what he does to children and fathers in family court is far more scary. You can find him regularly in Oneida County (New York) family court where he makes a living making mountains out of molehills in his judge assignments representing unsuspecting children at taxpayer expense.
In my original uncontested divorce case filed in 2006, there was no need for family court predators like William “F.Lee Billy” Koslosky, lawyers who cannot make much of a living elsewhere. But as soon as a “custodial sociopath” named Kelly Hawse-Koziol decided to give gold diggers a bad name, she got him involved. Her life has been a nightmare since.
Hawse-Koziol will never admit the nightmare she caused despite how pathetically obvious it remains. Like a wind-up doll, an energizer bunny banging around in circles, she keeps on kicking, the proverbial “Bull in a China Closet” destroying everything that others have worked so hard to provide for her children’s futures. She hired a series of lawyers, wasted a vast amount of money without any of the child support increases she sought, and all her extortionist offense petitions were thrown out.
Now she’s at it again, repeating the cycle yet one more time. Never mind the cliff which is awaiting her. It’s the lies, her perjuries, a scorned woman that would make Satan proud. Our courts and legitimate laws are being abused for illicit purposes. And public servants like my ex-pedophile custody judge, Brian Hedges, are facilitating it.
William Koslosky is a Utica, New York attorney who has been filing false affidavits in retaliation for my whistleblowing activity (provable on the face of court documents). To date, he has not been charged with anything ethically or criminally. He was appointed by Judge Hedges to “represent” my daughters in a custody proceeding, chastising me for seeking removal of Judge Hedges prior to a private meeting with my little girls in his Syracuse court chambers (known as a Lincoln hearing).
Fortunately my removal request was granted only months before the same judge admitted to sexual abuse of his handicapped five year old niece. I shudder at the kind of looks and questions which he would have posed to my then six and eight year old girls at the time. Little did they know, while mom approved of Judge Hedges during her agenda to have me replaced by millionaire Flihan, their real dad was truly looking out for them.
The entire story is now a big seller locally, my early release book entitled Satan’s Docket. Rather than explaining segments here, I will provide the ones relevant to court predator Koslosky below so that you can learn about his kind and act like I did to protect our little ones in these sick, lawyer-infested tribunals. Please share this post with fellow parents, taxpayers and concerned citizens for the sake of everyone’s children.
Satan’s Docket: Corruption and Carnage in America’s Divorce Industry (available at http://www.parentingrightsinstitute.com)
Chapter 16: Killing the Dream (pp 172-174)
Like sheep to slaughter, though, moms and dads continued to throw their money at lawyers instead of reform, as many as ten in one of my expert cases by the time it was all over. Years of cooperative childrearing can be forever torched within the span of a one hour consultation with an unscrupulous lawyer and a custody handbook.
Even the notion of kidnapping was exploited through this handbook. Due to my publications chronicling extreme cases of child abductions by desperate moms and dads, I became an instant suspect. Such an incendiary notion replete with amber alerts and other hysteria could be the trump card for custody while deflecting from the father alienation which was truly occurring.
On one occasion, I had become so frustrated by Kelly’s anal monitoring that I texted her back that we were on our way to Rio to make up for years of lost parenting time. She could see me in her driveway at that moment a half hour late from a weekend excursion. Her foolishness had to end, the courts were only fueling it, and I thought this facetious text would finally work.
I had come to believe that she was actually believing her own delusional concoctions. Yes, I was late, but there were moms all over the country by my own research and contacts who would happily give up a full hour or even a few months just to have a loving dad in their children’s lives. For them, such anal foolishness would be profoundly condemned or ridiculed.
It needs no mention that circumstances often cannot be controlled such as a storm, traffic jam or simple human failure to keep track of time. It did not matter that the girls had a wonderful time with a father sacrificing so much to better their quality of life. A prominent attorney or elected statesman was something to selflessly promote, not selfishly destroy. But this was family court where absurdities were reaching new lows by the day.
Kelly would not yield anything beyond my 0-15% of total parenting periods. As she all but conceded at our custody trial, this was necessary to keep the child support flowing to her. It left me maximizing as much time as I could when I could. If a rare accommodation could be elicited, I was required to exchange an equal amount of time from another “non-custodial” period.
That necessarily led to office babysitting and significant time lost during weekend obligations which the “custodial parent” would then twist into a neglect issue. Her strict adherence to the custody playbook incited a treasure trove of custody issues for her to exploit, a lose-lose scenario no matter what I did. And her mommy and daddy in robes patted her on the head every time.
On this Rio text occasion, Kelly could hear our daughters exiting my vehicle because she confirmed it from her living room window while looking down at her phone. She also took note of the girls’ laughter and excitement over a great weekend escape with daddy and his girlfriend. Such scenes were common, and they moved Kelly to achieve those new lows of absurdity.
After all, the courts were the places where her parent adversary earned a living. Taking a giant dump there was of no concern to her in the classroom of a rural school district. I dare say most moms would discard such a text in a milli-second. But not this one. She saw it as an opportunity to strike at my weekends, filing again for suspended or supervised “visitation” because of it. I was then forced to defend that text at a costly full blown court hearing on May 19, 2011.
It’s true, I’m not making this up. One question during cross-examination comes to mind because it is destined for the Lunacy Hall of Fame. The judge-appointed child attorney was regularly cited in my court filings to decry the fee-generating abuses of this dysfunctional system of child control. He proved it again after the conceded facts (facetious text and driveway location) had been admitted into evidence. That’s when the big time court drama began.
William Koslosky was a Fifth Judicial District lawyer in upstate New York with an arm defect who made a living in these courts. At age sixty, he was childless, never married and living with his lawyer brother (a decent man) in a log home up the road from my residence. This strange bird thrived on boorish court room theatrics.
In all those years of judge appointments to our case, he never once advanced a compromise solution. Ever the attack dog upon the judicial whistleblower, he was appointed to represent my daughters without their consent but effectively represented the judges and members of the local family bar instead, or the subjects of my public criticisms.
In a rare moment of conscience, one judge, James Gorman, removed William Koslosky from a later child support proceeding in a November 19, 2012 decision. His reasoning was that Billy would be counter-productive to a comprehensive resolution I had been proposing as part of a new career. But he was reappointed by the next assigned judge, Daniel King, despite that decision. Together with his siblings, Billy operated a small law office in Utica, New York.
Indications were that Billy had no life apart from his lawyer work and some involvement with boy scouts. In me he saw an additional opportunity to woo the platonic affection of my ex-wife. He was the Billy in shining white armor rescuing this (lying) damsel in distress from the big bad dad. In his submissions, he commended judges in glowing terms who “stood up” to me even after disclosing a childhood contempt of his own dad on our custody record, more on that later.
There had to be visions of the O.J. Simpson trial as he rose from his trial table, a fictional hoard of observers in the empty pews behind him, imaginary camera crews in suspense, and media from around the world hanging on Billy’s every word as he began his cross examination. There may even have been a Rocky theme song playing in his mind as he opened his mouth.
Now brace yourselves because, as federal taxpayers, you paid the bill for what came out of that mouth. And here it is, drum roll please! Without anything of evidentiary value for his nonexistent jury, the facetious text and location already admitted, Billy asked me to confirm on the stand that I was not, in fact, in Rio when I sent that text from the mom’s driveway.
Utterly dumbfounded, I looked up at the judge next to me and back at “F. Lee Billy,” as I came to depict him. To my dismay, they were silent with continued expectation of an answer. I ended that silence with a general objection (i.e. the text was a joke, why are we here?) I also objected on grounds of a fact not in dispute, a question already answered, and a new one I called stupidity.
Syracuse Family Judge Michele Pirro-Bailey overruled whatever grounds were on my mind. Simply unable to contain my level of disbelief, I asked her if she truly wanted me to answer such a ridiculous question. At some point, judicial insanity has to be put on the record, and that was my every intention here. Her ruling stands, she replied, and I must answer it. In protest, I refused.
Judge Pirro-Bailey could have held me in contempt. A lawyer, Richard Fine, was imprisoned for some eighteen months in California in a contempt situation not unlike mine. But privately, my judge must have agreed with me because she announced instead that my refusal would be used against me in her decision. And boy was it. She imposed the first defamatory forensic order only days before her disqualification the next month. It was quickly removed by a replacement judge.
Pirro-Bailey then directed “F. Lee Billy” to move on to his next question and the Rio caper was over, leaving Ito and O.J. terribly disappointed. This was only one example of the bombastic pleasure that Koslosky took in blowing up family non-issues into sensational murder trials. He did this to justify himself and the fees paid to him by taxpayers. The fees he amassed included needless trips to far-away hearings while one or both parents participated by teleconference.
The girls were clearly impacted by all that was occurring to me, made to believe I was somehow defective as a dad especially when the witch hunt on my law license went public. Kelly could not have succeeded with any of this absent the support of those who were abusing judicial office in retaliation for my public criticisms. Few moms would be as stupid as stupid did here
Chapter 20: Shopping with Martha (pg. 229)
After my departure from “her” (Martha Walsh-Hood’s) court on July 24, 2009, child attorney, William Koslosky, disclosed a domestic violence incident at his home fifty years earlier during closing statements. What any of this had to do with my case I’ll never know, but I found it buried in costly trial transcripts, a treasure trove of billable hours on behalf of grade school clients who could never hold him accountable. I also found fables, serious provocations and tales of horror which might be described as a love affair with a fictional girlfriend.
In this particular court case, her name was Kelly Hawse, a victim supposedly locked in her marital home (while I lived our last year of marriage at a Lake George apartment), subjected to meritless lawsuits to keep her subservient (when she filed the first one over child support which was never increased and continued with a series of fear lawsuits that were all thrown out), evinced fine skills as a teacher (petitions replete with grammar errors) and distinguished herself as a mother who loved all things (like the millionaire dad who could buy her all those things).
It was abundantly clear that Billy Koslosky was on a mission of revenge, abusing his entrusted role and tax dollars to murder exemplary father-daughter bonds. He actually had the audacity under protection of court security to accuse me of “terrorizing” my children, an accusation which if made in my presence could have sent him out the court window. Once again, fate had spared us all a disaster due to my pre-closing departure which Billy pathetically exploited.
This terrorist thing is being exploited these days by thoughtless provocateurs to advance their wallets and purses without regard for the potential consequences. Terrorists fly planes into buildings. They don’t pursue proper channels for the resolution of disputes. I visited the Trade Center ruins on the day after 9-11 to volunteer what I could to aid the victims. Comparing me to a terrorist as Judge Gartenstein had done to Professor Pappas (Chapter 3) is an assault upon my patriotism in addition to my fatherhood.
Apparently Billy had been using the terrorist depiction in a lot of cases because he also used it to describe his relationship with his own dad. As he explained it, little Billy was “terrorized” by his police man dad during a dinner argument a half century ago. Somehow dad’s uniform and gun made him dangerous. Somehow F. Lee Billy had beamed himself up to la-la land as he raked in the easy dollars. It was as if that fictional hoard of media had returned, O.J. Simpson nodding with glee, and Judge Ito ready to give Billy eight more months, if needed, to play to the fanfare.
Billy’s closing statement reflected a childhood contempt for his dad which he simply transferred to his latest target in a now infamous tragedy we call the Potato-Police Rescue.  How can such a strange bird be allowed to represent children against their fathers? I asked that question before many courts to no avail. They simply looked the other way, and that only elevated the abuse in later proceedings. At nearly sixty years of age at the time, this was no way for Billy to compensate for personal defects or a lack of marital and childrearing experience. You be the judge:
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.
If there is any purpose to a judge in any proceeding, it is to control it so that sanity, justice and civility may prevail. Wide latitude is generally given to lawyers in closing statements, but in this case, it was a custody proceeding, not a high-profile murder trial. There is no way my daughters, aged five and seven at the time, would have approved of their involuntarily appointed lawyer referring to their daddy this way. It was the appointing judge’s duty to prevent it. But Walsh-Hood was evidently enjoying this all with sadistic satisfaction. Another judge might have cut Billy off:
Mr. Koslosky, this is family court, not criminal court. What’s with all the terrorism in your characterizations of an American father seeking proper relief here? There’s no jury, and such colorful depictions will not influence me. I’ve heard and seen all the evidence as you have. There’s nothing to support any of this. No child protection agency has even been contacted, let alone involved. And I could care less about your own dad and whatever went on with these potatoes. Confine yourself to the record, and let’s move on, alright?
As stated, the adversarial custody system is archaic and utterly counter-productive to cooperative child rearing arrangements. Here we have sick proof of this, a fee-loving lawyer appointed for unsuspecting children who is throwing gas on a fire ignited by the court process itself.
One month after this closing statement, an off-duty policeman without gun or uniform in our region committed a murder-suicide leaving four children without parents. He did so with a common kitchen knife despite protection orders after being abused in the same Family Court.  So if you ever hear about some divorce victim shooting up a courthouse, understand how easily it can occur. There is no accountability for the arrogant judge or reckless lawyer who incites needless violence.
 Koziol v Hawse-Koziol, New York Supreme Court, Oneida County Case No. D2004-422102; Custody transcript, Vol. V at pg. 857-858 (July 24, 2009)
 Pearce v Longo, 766 F. Supp. 367 (NDNY 2011)
By Dr. Leon Koziol
Parenting Rights Institute
Thanks to all who have purchased my book, Satan’s Docket, and responded to my request for information to explain the real reason why Kelly Hawse-Koziol was allowed by “family court” to end all contact between me and my daughters for a period of four years. Since 2006, she has lied, perjured herself and had all her offense petitions thrown out in a scheme to have me replaced by a childless millionaire named Joseph Flihan Jr.
After exposing her misconduct and that of this “boyfriend,” I was nearly run over by a black Cadillac recently. Fortunately a witness caught the whole thing, and I am adding the incident to my reports. You may recall how former Georgia Senator Nancy Schaefer was mysteriously killed after publishing her own book and exposing family court corruption. Rest assured in my case, should this happen, it will be no accident or self-inflicted wound. We’re talking big money here that is being threatened by judicial whistleblowers like me.
In 2014, Kelly Hawse-Koziol relocated my daughters without my knowledge to Flihan’s home on Ironwood Road, New Hartford, New York. For eight months this “custodial sociopath” was able to hide it on the family court record while retaining her old address and a tenant paying rent to her. She violated a custody order in the process but Judge Daniel King of Lowville, New York excused her fraud despite an e-mail address she claimed to have used to give me that required notice of relocation (gmai.com without the “l” character in her computer confirmation notice).
Now I have no idea what my daughters are doing, and Hawse-Koziol has brainwashed them to make no contact with me for years now. Even life term prisoners get better treatment while I have never even been accused of a crime, abuse, neglect or alcohol related incident. King was disqualified as our judge last year after I exposed his alcohol habits at a local tavern with his children present. In my case he condemned me for a “prohibited alcohol related gesture” (a wedding toast).
But the loss of my daughters has never been corrected so I must treat it like a missing person case. Obviously something other than a “child’s best interests” must explain why so many lawyers and judges are quietly backing this father replacement agenda. My recent book, Satan’s Docket, lays out much of it in Part Two. But now with my full page ad series in our regional newspaper and radio programs, I have received extensive information which is being followed up on together with a request for a federal inquiry.
For example, only yesterday, a group of Frankfort-Schuyler high school graduates informed me of some additional antics of Kelly Hawse-Koziol as their former teacher. When the subject of my ads came up at a spontaneous gathering with a former client, these girls (ranging from 21 to 25 years of age) asked me who my ex-spouse was. When I responded, they broke out with uncontrolled laughter citing how they learned nothing from her.
Stories abounded regarding a poodle and e-bay preoccupations, the Nile River flowing south and a resume with numerous grammar errors. But my greater concern was the activity during field trips at the back of the school buses. If you have more information, kindly share it with me. I have maintained confidentiality with informants on request.
Other information recently obtained include activity inside a bar known as the Great Laker Inn, Oswego, New York, apparently a hang-out of King’s replacement judge, James Eby. I was chastised by family court lawyers for seeking removal of another custody judge, Brian Hedges, but everyone went silent when he admitted to sexual abuse of his five year old, handicapped niece. This pedophile judge was then removed altogether from the bench.
These are disclosures which can protect not only my daughters but other children as well. Unfortunately one of my information sources passed away recently from a drug overdose. Other informants will not sign affidavits which I must have to make a solid case. So if you or someone you know can share information about Kelly Hawse-Koziol, Judge James Eby, Judge Daniel King, and Joseph Flihan Jr., his restaurant supply business or his parties at a camp near Old Forge, it will be crucial for you to share it with me at (315) 796-4000.