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Justice???

It is not a Justice System. It is just a system.

I don't know where things are going, that's what the month of waiting is for... but I do know that my life is changing, and whether or not that's going to be for the better or for the worse i am not yet aware, I do know that inside I am reverting to old angry, dark, self protective ways in my life... there's no reason to trust anyone anymore.. and if they aren't there for me in my darkest hours why the fuck should i bother with them? I have to make some major decision's based on the next little Awhile and when it seems i am being thrown agianst two walls constantly and each wall is washing their hands of each other, it's time for me to get mean... It's time to fucking deal with the lawyer and make some real decision's there.... painting someone who has stalled the family court process for three years sympathetic and a concerened mother is a fucking joke.... it's about the people we are and aren't. her job and her status in society allows her to constantly destroy my life and i have to battle back to prove that she is the one at fault, but instead her fucking mouth of lies is treated as truth verbatuim, it's time to deal or leave... I don't expect justice anymore... It's not enough to be a good person, it's not enough to let the courts and the ministry play out that at the end that things will prove me right or that the truth will come out.. because lady justice is blind...and deaf and dumb... and She knows it.

Current Mood: Angry.
Current Music: Metallica-Eye Of The Beholder
And justice for all... who can afford it...

“There is no client as scary as an innocent man."

J. Michael Haller, Criminal Defense Attorney, Los Angeles, 1962.”

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.

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