Are you ready to go down the rabbit hole? To visit a surreal world, where black is white and white is carrots?
A friend, Metacognician in Shanghai, describes the situation as follows: “Life is more absurd than movies. I've gone down the rabbit hole too, when it just becomes more and more strange and you wonder how that all is supposed to make sense.” I asked him if I should just embrace it. He answered, “Why should you ... change the universe?”
It started with a psychotic named Jim Kiraly who resides, we think, at 6329 Twinberry Circle, Avila Beach, California.
Jim Kiraly is a respected citizen. A churchgoer. A Vice President of Transamerica Corporation. And a violent abuser who tried to use an emergency anti-violence measure, one intended to protect battered women, to stop his victim in a wheelchair from writing a book.
Concise enough? :)
For attorneys: Jim Kiraly filed for CLETS against his son and victim, who lived 200 miles away, did not own a car, and was in a wheelchair. His son and victim was not asked to end communications. Jim had no (zero) specific and relevant allegations that were not perjury. But he turned down repeated offers of no-contact and a signed stipulation that gave him everything but CLETS. He insisted on CLETS if his victim ever once “discussed” him with third parties.
In the end, Jim Kiraly signed an agreement far weaker than the ones he'd been offered.
A review of Court paperwork and other materials will tend to confirm that Jim and other parties, including attorneys on all sides, committed multiple felonies, crimes, and faux pas. :P
The word “abuser” is stated here publicly and without equivocation. A formal offer is hereby made to reaffirm the word in writing and under oath. Attorneys will understand the significance of the point. In short, there is little terror of a threatened defamation suit on this side. Actually, we feel that such a suit will fit nicely up Jim Kiraly's abuser ass.
Jim has one son, Ken Kiraly, who invented the Amazon Kindle and is one of the leads at Amazon's secret Lab126. Another son, Tom Kiraly is one of the leads, a Vice President-CFO type, at medical insurance firms, including one of the largest, Humana Corporation.
These people and some of the biggest names in Silicon Valley legal circles have committed or are involved in multiple crimes.
For the next decade or two, we're going to explore the crimes that these people committed, the motivations and the denial involved, the background and histories that led each person to make the choices that they did, and ways to build upon what happened and move towards positive societal goals.
There's plenty to go over. These people committed or were involved in: Spousal abuse, child abuse, DDOS (a highly prosecutable violation of CFAA), extortion, perjury, conspiracy to commit perjury (a possible felony), false police reports, conspiracy to file false police reports (a possible felony), unlawful threats, barratry, defamation, malpractice, civil harassment, criminal harassment, abuse of process, and violations of SCCBA Professional Standards.
The point was to force Jim's oldest son and victim, me, to sign a gag order. I was in a wheelchair. I'd never made a single inappropriate threat against my abuser. I wasn't even asked to not to call anybody. But Jim threatened to put me in a violence database unless I agreed never to write about him.
I won the right to write, but I lost my home of 25 years, most of my possessions, my chances for retirement, everything. Everything but a realization.
I can make a difference. I can conduct research for legitimate and reasonable purposes, document what happened, and analyze the choices of the people involved:
- Grace Kiraly, abuse victim and Christ Follower.
- Gail Cheda, slightly demented Realtor, spittle flying.
- Tom Stutzman of Thomas Chase Stutzman, a Family Law attorney whose hobbies include martial arts and alleged sexual harassment
- John Perrott of Thomas Chase Stutzman, a personable albeit lazy Family Law attorney who has a slight tendency towards fraud and malpractice
- Chris Burdick, head of the Santa Clara County Bar Association (SCCBA). Chris, you broke a written promise to speak with me because, you said, we had “Prior...” You didn't finish the sentence. Were you worried that I might take false statements to the State Bar? What's the deal with you and Hoge Fenton, anyway? What will we find if we dig?
- Tracie Zerr of Thomas Chase Stutzman, a woman of boundless intelligence and sensitivity.
Maggie told me that she didn't know what she could say to me about what happened. However, we have decades to work it out. It will be productive. I'd like to direct the attention of attorneys and other parties to the:
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The point? “The story is already out there, idiots. Keep it up and I'll demonstrate how something known as decentralized distribution works.”
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Some people are visiting this post repeatedly. To be clear, I'm not planning to add much here until I understand things better. That might be a while. The book is a long-term project.
July 4, 2013 update: I've received a letter that claims to be from Lisa Kerechanko and seems to be offering more information regarding what actually happened to Russell. My response is included further down in this document.
130526. I learned today from reading obituaries that a second cousin named Russell died two weeks ago today, on 130512. He was 30 years old.
Russell was the son of George and Sandy Kerechanko, who I've written about before. George's father Edward was the brother of Grace Kiraly's mother Olga Kerechanko (married name Olga Kmeta).
Olga was married to my grandfather Ivan Kmeta. Ivan was a Ukrainian minister who wrote books of religious poetry. The same poetry that my brother Thomas Kiraly referred to in Court papers as extortion. I'd tried to give the books to Thomas in my will.
Ivan was Edward's first school teacher nearly a century ago. There are dramatic family stories about the events which led to their escapes from the Soviet Union and eventually to George's birth. I wanted to write up the stories but I suppose they'll be lost when George passes away.
Russell, George's son, grew up in a Southern California city named Paso Robles. I remember him as a lively kid. During a visit to the Kiraly family's Walnut Creek house circa the late 1980s or early 1990s, he repeatedly jumped from high up and struck the floor spread-eagled just to show that he was bored and unafraid.
As a young adult, Russell was a psychology major. But he ended up working at Arch Rock Fish, a seafood restaurant in Santa Barbara. As of 2013, the restaurant is relatively new; it opened in 2010. But Russell did well there in a short period. He started as a busboy and worked his way up to quality control manager.
Russell got the busboy job through a contact; a friend who wanted to help him. The friend is, or was, a manager at the restaurant. As I understand it, Russell's sister thanked the restaurant repeatedly for taking a chance and giving Russell the opportunity to work.
There is some irony in this that James and Grace Kiraly would understand.
Grace told me that jobs aren't obtained through contacts. She said that if I was unemployed, I should go to the “job office”. She imagined some sort of post World War II brick building. I gather that this marvelous place existed 50 years ago. It handed out jobs to anybody who was not lazy and simply asked for one. I have no idea where this woman thought the “job office” was located these days.
Russell's associates liked him and miss him. Here's a typical quote from one of his friends, a man named Christopher:
You were my good friend and some of the best memories that I have of my early recovery was hanging out with you and the rest of the guys at the mission. I will absolutely miss you and there isn't a time that I pedal my bike up to the back door of work and not see your bike there that it doesn't sadden me. I love you man and I hope that you finally found the peace that you were struggling to find.
But Russell made what his parents thought of as “lifestyle choices”. The phrase is a catch-all. It can be based on perceptions, correct or incorrect, of anything from drug or alcohol use to sexual orientation or being insufficiently Godly.
In this case, it was apparently drugs. I've learned that Russell most likely died of a drug overdose. There was a brief police investigation but the matter seems to be closed.
July 4, 2013: A letter that claims to be from Lisa Kerechanko seems to be asserting that I've been misinformed about the circumstances of Russell's death. Lisa states that Russell did not die of a drug overdose. However, she does not address some confusing points. I've posted a multi-page response below and I'm waiting for more information.
I'm interested in Russell for reasons that go beyond the fact he was family. George and Sandy projected the young man and his supposed failings onto me. They wrote to my abuser James Kiraly and expressed sympathy for the difficulties that James was experiencing, they imagined, as he fought to smash me to the floor once again.
I'd have liked to interview Russell for the book. To ask him about what happened between George, Sandy, and him. But this is no longer possible. The dead do not speak except through what they leave behind.
There are lessons here. I intend to speak after I'm gone. The book that my abuser fought to stop is in progress.
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130704. Updated. I've received a letter that claims to be from Lisa Kerechanko. This is my current response to Lisa or the person claiming to be her.
Thursday, July 4, 2013 10:30am
1. I've received a letter which claims to be from you. I've read part of the letter. I've put it aside for now because it will be difficult enough to respond to the points that I understand so far.
For what it's worth, I slept about two hours last night. The rest of the time that I should have slept went to considering what to say.
2. For legal reasons, I don't feel that it's appropriate for me to email you just yet. If you'd like to receive email, write to me again, provide evidence that you're Lisa Kerechanko, and confirm that you sent me the letter in question and that you're requesting I send email to you.
3. I'd like to express my pleasure at hearing from you though also sadness at the circumstances under which discussions must take place.
4. No disrespect to you is intended by the request for confirmation.
5. You have no idea, I think, of the state of things. How far the Kiralys have taken them. Or the consequences. Regarding one key point in your letter, George's actions are part of this, however he may have intended them. This is said respectfully to both of you. But you haven't thought things through.
I'd like to try to address the concerns that you have over time. However, this will only be possible if you understand the irony of the situation.
6. You seem to be saying that some information I was given was incorrect. Specifically, that Russell “did NOT die from a drug overdose” and that “it is NOT a case closed by the cops”.
Note that I said “apparently” and “most likely” as I was stating what I was told. I'm more cautious about facts than most people are. This includes, and this is part of the irony, Russell's parents in the context of the Kiraly Cases.
If what I was told is not the truth, what is the truth? What happened to Russell? As a related note, if drugs weren't the “lifestyle choice” that upset his parents, what was the issue? I'll add that George himself used the phrase or a similar one.
“Lifestyle choice.” The phrase is often used to mean that somebody is gay. But, if I remember correctly, George told me that he didn't mean it that way. And I was told quite clearly by somebody else that the issue was drugs.
The relationships and feelings involved are the most important parts of this case. But it's important to get the facts right in any situation. What are the facts, Lisa?
7. You added that the police were not involved. It is my understanding that they were, in fact, present. Lisa, go back and read what I said more carefully. Tell me if it is true or false.
8. You implied that something was done to “tarnish the character” of somebody “dear to you”.
The following remark is not meant to be blunt or unduly humorous. But, taking the Kiraly Cases into account, wake up and smell the irony.
More importantly, what are you talking about? George and Sandy are the ones who said negative things about Russell.
9. Lisa, you said “I was also surprised to hear that you and him were such close friends as none of us have seen or spoken to you in over 20 years, guess it just goes to show that the ties of blood are very, very deep” (minor typo corrected)
I'm not able to understand what you've said here. It appears to be sarcasm that isn't called for. Who said that Russell and I were “close friends” ? I do plan to write about Russell. What happened to him matters to me. But when you say “close friends”, what are you talking about?
And regarding the “20 years” point, I've been in communication with George and Sandy far more recently. As in, regular discussions until the Kiraly Cases hit.
I talked to George about things like his aging bones. And to Sandy about her greeting cards. And to both of them about family members including Ed, who I loved, and their children. Including Russell. Once again, and with all due respect, what are you talking about?
Lisa, this type of thing isn't appropriate. Not when somebody is dead. Or when somebody who is still alive has been threatened, hunted, and smashed the way that I have been threatened, hunted, and smashed.
10. You added “I would also like to ask that my parents name be removed from your blog”. You went on to say: “it would only hurt them to hear such things are being written about them” (typo corrected).
This is the point at which I had to stop reading the letter. Do you understand the irony of your words?
I'm attempting to move forward. To do what is right. As I proceed, I must calculate what it is that I should do. Recent decisions have been sensible, I think. Or at least I hope.
Even to attend the rowing competition discussed on the weblog... it served a purpose. I've always been different but I'm connecting to more people now. Coming to understand them and why they do what they do.
In recent years, I've been called “wise”. A teacher, by some. A “really neat guy”. “Brilliant”, “mentor”, “incredibly patient”, and even “a sage”.
I've tried to help the first female physicist from Stanford for a decade with her altruistic projects. I volunteered for the people in wheelchairs in San Jose until the Kiralys came for me.
But what I am, and what I always will be, is the child who was brutalized. It stays with you. And it's not your fault if it stays with you.
This is what matters. What is done to you is not your fault. If this point reaches even one kid who is being hurt... this will lend some meaning to the Kiraly Cases.
Do you understand what happened, Lisa? Or will you say whatever sounds right to you? Just because it sounds right. Knowing nothing of the truth or of the impact of your thoughtless words.
I was suffocated by a random stranger who knew I wouldn't fight back. Outside a place that Twisted Time and I loved. We felt safe there. Foolish boys.
BTW Twisted Time is the reason that Jim Kiraly backed off suddenly about the abuse that he'd committed. Jim lied under oath regarding the abuse. Then, when Jim learned that my friend was still alive, he fell silent on this point.
Would you like to know why Jim fell silent, Lisa? As a separate note, have you read the New Song for Twisted Time? If not, please click here.
I had my hand crushed by another boy while he laughed. Crunch! Ha ha. Knocked unconscious at about the same age. Struck with objects of different types. Chased for a quarter mile by a small mob.
I had the interesting experience of eavesdropping on a group that was planning to trap me, strip me naked, and do fun things. I was mocked and jeered systematically not for days, which can happen to anybody, but for years.
The best part was... if I said anything, somehow it was always my fault. Because the one who is attacked is not supposed to talk about it.
Ironically, the most startling incident was not significant as it may sound. The day where my hand was sliced open with a knife and blood dripped to the floor. What stuck with me then was not that my finger nearly came off... but that the color of the blood was not as I had expected.
The important part was what happened at home. In the end, it was too much. I disappeared into Time for decades. But I came back in 2008. I could tell you the date. Do you wish to know? It was the night of March 31. I opened my eyes, blinked, stood up, and tried to build a life.
Which the filth that is my Father took away.
My body had failed in 2001. Screaming pain. The need to hold very still at night so that one doesn't scream out loud and disturb the neighbors. Crutches and eventually a wheelchair. No painkillers for years that I recall except for aspirin and other half-measures.
All because... the Kiralys said... and George and Sandy agreed... “Bob” must have made “choices”. Actually, “Bob” didn't make “choices”. No matter. One does what one can.
It got more difficult after the stock market crash in 2008. And the inability to process food that got worse in 2009. If I ate food, I had a tendency to fall down. Hey, who needs to stand up? Delirium that lasted for days. My body temperature regulation failed. It was loads of fun.
I hadn't broken off contact with my parents. They lied about that, by the way. But things started to get odd around 2010. Not that dealing with these people was simple up to then.
I'd always been there for Grace. You know how Jim treated her, right? Grace used to call me to ask me what to do about the situation. She even talked about sexual interactions. The whole thing made me uncomfortable because it was sort of Oedipal. However, I did what I could to help.
Circa 2010, Grace implied that she was dying of cancer and therefore she couldn't talk “any old time”. These were her exact words. I learned later on that she was lying and she was actually planning to go on a cruise.
To dismiss me, Grace lied about her death. She could have simply said, “Hey, I'm busy planning a trip”. But that might have been awkward. It was easier for her to suggest that she was dying.
It was the only period, by the way, that alcohol was a significant issue for me. I thought that my Mother was dying of cancer. When in reality she didn't want to trouble herself with such matters as the truth.
If the cancer returns in the future, so be it. Grace Kiraly's life was not always easy but I'm done with tears for her.
In mid-2011 I couldn't walk at all. Or even stand up using my crutches. I ended up trapped on my apartment floor for a couple of weeks. The same apartment that I'm likely to lose now after 25 years due to the Kiraly Cases. I'm not sure how I feel about confronting the loss. I believe that I feel odd.
I had no food at all and very little water. On some days, a round trip to the kitchen faucet took me 30 to 60 minutes. I'd drag myself over there, literally, and pull myself up to the faucet. It was probably good exercise for my arms.
In the end, they found me on the floor. Boy, they looked surprised. I'd done what was possible to keep the apartment organized despite being unable to stand. But I guess I wasn't successful.
I was given food. Also some injections to save my hand. Plus the wheelchair. Zoom! Except the wheelchair was a small model that didn't work outside. I got trapped on the sidewalk once. Oops! The building wasn't wheelchair accessible either. That was a problem.
Most likely, Lisa, you wouldn't want to know about how bathroom issues worked during this period.
Paul, an acquaintance who I'd promised to help, killed himself at this point because I wasn't there to keep the promise. Hey, no big deal, right?
As a side note to Michael Bonetto of Hoge Fenton: I know that you're no longer representing. But do you wish more details of the sh*t which you dove into so gleefully? BTW When I said “Nice tie!” to you in April 2013, the remark was made so that I could observe your body language. What I noticed was that you didn't look me in the eye. Why was that?
After the events of Summer 2011, it was more than a month before I was able to walk normally. I went outside too soon twice and was unable to make it home either time.
On one of those occasions, a Christian grad student found me and drove me back. He asked for nothing but a moment to profess his faith. This was the start of a realization. My parents were not Christians.
I continued to speak with my parents regardless. It went pretty well with Jim. We never once had a negative discussion except at the end. Every discussion was about pleasant subjects such as painting the house or volunteering for his business group.
Do you get it now, Lisa? Jim lied. About everything.
Grace, despite her lies about how she was dying, was willing to talk. My Mother never once asked me not to call her. Then came the day I asked for help with my book. Shortly after Thanksgiving 2011. Jim, my abuser, threatened me with the police immediately.
It was bizarre. I ended contact with these people. Then Grace came to visit me. I didn't ask her to do so. In fact, it was a bit of a shock.
Grace was irritating while she was there. She implied that health problems and other issues were my fault. And, this is the part that bothers an autistic guy, she could not explain how. “It makes sense to me”, is what somebody like Grace says, “therefore it must be so”.
After that, Grace Kiraly initiated a series of annoying phone calls to me. She felt that she was doing me a favor.
My Mother called me to lecture me about Vitamin C and “choices” that I'd never made. I didn't call her and I certainly didn't “harass” her. As phone records proved during the Kiraly cases, Grace Kiraly called me.
Would you like to see the phone records? And are you starting to get the picture? These people lied about everything.
I proceeded with research for my book. I told Grace that I planned to interview her Pastor about Christ and asked her if she objected. Pastor Ron; he seemed like a decent man. Grace gave me full permission to proceed. I did so and I also talked politely with my Father's volunteer group. I asked the latter group about altruism.
Jim Kiraly was livid. He started to talk to people about charging me with “blackmail”. This was connected to the abuse that Jim had committed. Which I've sworn to under oath and Jim has never, as far as I know, denied under oath since he learned that the boy known as Twisted Time was still alive.
It appears that Jim's denial of abuse prior to that point was perjury. But this part will be addressed in the appropriate venues.
Jim Kiraly assumed, and subsequently implied over and over, that I'd called Pastor Ron and the volunteer group to rant randomly about the abuse. But I never mentioned the abuse in the single call that I made at the time to Pastor Ron or in the single call that I made at the time to the volunteer group.
Lisa, Jim contacted people in your area trying to get them to assess my mental state. Even though they'd never met me. He told people to “present a united front against Bob”. This paradigm of dignity also said “don't be afraid... to give me something... to prosecute Bob”.
I'm autistic or a similar condition. Did you know that? I obtained the first formal assessment just this year. But Grace is the one who told me that I was “neurologically different” or some such term. About 45 years ago. Michael Bonetto seemed to think it was important that I prove that I'm different. Even though Grace is the one who told the boy.
And I didn't have the funds needed to prove what Grace had already told me. A full assessment was going to cost $5,700 and the Kiralys had destroyed me financially. But I found out that I could get a preliminary assessment for significantly less.
Do you understand how strange all of this seemed to me? That Jim and Grace would lie about something like that. Or that they would lie about everything.
Lies flowing like rivers of Satan's piss. Or floods of Christ's vomit. It isn't simply a crude metaphor. Christ is the Word, which is the Truth. Do you believe that He will smile when he meets these two people?
What will happen when the Living Truth meets the Living Lies?
At any rate, by the Spring of 2012, the abuser Jim Kiraly was hunting his former victim. And his victim had no idea of what to do. So he phoned his brothers Tom and Ken. Tom had been talking to him but broke off contact without explanation. And Ken never took calls at all.
Jim had nothing to base an attack on. So he attacked based on nothing. There were plenty of lies, including some actual perjury and, I believe, felony conspiracy on the part of Jim, Tom, and their attorney. But all of that was icing on the cake. The system allowed Jim to attack without specific accusations.
Innuendo and nothing else.
Lisa, are you starting to see the irony of your request? Tell me that you can see the irony and I may be able to feel genuine respect for you as opposed to respect that is simply a matter of civility.
In 2012, nobody ever asked “Bob” not to call them. Instead, to shut “Bob” up and stop his book, they came after him with the millions of dollars at their disposal and smashed what was left of his life.
I was never even served. I found out about the legal actions days before Court. There was no way to obtain representation. I tried very hard to get an attorney in time but I couldn't do so. I nearly died; that part is an interesting story.
It wasn't the last time that the one with the silent wings looked at me. In February of this year, He did more than look. His wings brushed over me. To this day I'm not certain that I survived.
I've been told that I did live. Is it true?
What was I accused of? Actually, nothing. It was implied that I'd demanded money for medical care or else there would be false accusations that Tom and Ken had abused their children. Or perhaps Jim was planning to make accusations of accusations of Tom and Ken abusing each other's children.
Maybe in Jim Kiraly's fevered and delusional vision it was going to be his son Ken and granddaughter Riane or his son Tom and grandson Paul. I don't know. As with everything else in the Kiraly Cases, very little was spelled out. And very little made sense.
Tom Kiraly accused me of offering to put Ivan Kmeta's books of poetry in my will. Of offering to give Tom the books after I passed away. Oh wait... I did do that.
Ivan Kmeta, Tom Kiraly's Grandfather and mine, had written a number of books of religious poetry. Grace Kiraly, thoughtless woman that she is, had lost some of them immediately after I passed them on to her. However, I had others. I offered Tom the books of Ivan's poetry because I didn't want them to be lost as well.
As I understood it, Tom was the executor and therefore the one who should take responsibility for the books. I believe that Tom called the offer an attempt to harm his livelihood. I've had some difficulty understanding the accusation. It's my belief that Bar Association groups and other parties may agree that it is, at the very least, confusing.
Tom added that a Happy Birthday call I'd made to him was “stalking”. I guess the facts that the call was scheduled in advance with his assistant, that Tom took the call initially with apparent pleasure, that we talked for a while about a number of issues, that he told me to call back in two or three weeks, that he talked with me on multiple occasions after that, and that he never once asked me not to call him... I guess none of that is relevant.
Except to the Justice Department, to lawmakers at different levels of government, to anti-abuse groups, to autism advocates, to churches, and to the media. Every branch of the media. I'll be keeping every lawful and appropriate promise that I've made over the past year and a half.
Besides the Happy Birthday call and the gift of our Grandfather's books, the specific charges that Tom Kiraly brought were... well, actually, I'm not aware of any. Tom implied that I'd hacked his mail. He implied that I was planning to accuse him of abusing his kids. Or maybe it was just Jim implying that. Some of this was pretty vague even for innuendo.
Regardless, Tom implied all sorts of things. My second favorite piece of Abuse of Process is a fantasy that was written by Jim Kiraly. This was a story which implied that the police had called me about Jim. The call never happened. Tom did not appear in the story and he had nothing to do with its imaginary events. But Tom recited the story as though it was about him and begged the Court to save him from... what? Once again, Tom wasn't even in the story.
It was all like this. Nothing significant was spelled out. No specific accusations. It didn't matter. Jim and Tom used a hole in the legal system known as CLETS. As I understand it, this is a measure that's intended to protect battered women in emergencies. So all of the usual legal safeguards are missing.
Here's the best part. Tom simply stopped taking calls from me. He never asked me not to call him. So you won't find much in the legal papers to justify even weak charges of “harassment”. Instead... implied hacking and implied accusations of blackmail related to abuse.
I'd like to repeat publicly at this point that remarks in 2012 about abuse were connected to Jim Kiraly and not to Tom or Ken Kiraly. And that remarks about abuse were accurate, have been sworn to under oath, and are hereby asserted publicly as facts. Additionally, that such remarks will be affirmed once again under oath if this proves to be necessary.
Jim Kiraly... he fell back on implying that there had a been massive series of “harassing” phone calls from 2011 to 2012. When in fact there was never a single discussion with him during this period that was anything but pleasant until the day that he threatened me with the police over the book that I was writing. And, after that, until Jim started to talk about “don't be afraid... to give me something... to prosecute Bob”.
Here's a fun fact. Like Tom, Jim never asked me not to call after Grace's visit to me in 2012. Not to mention the point that every call in 2012 was from Grace to me until Jim became furious about the calls to the church and the volunteer group and renewed his threats.
So what did Jim submit as “evidence” in legal actions? A call “log” that he appears to have faked. To the best of my knowledge, he didn't subpoena my phone records. Interesting point, huh? And, in fact, the call “log” doesn't seem to demonstrate anything but that I've told the truth since the beginning.
Jim also submitted chilly but polite postcards that I'd sent him and Grace after Jim's threats against me. Hey, did you know... the police in Jim's city approved the postcards. I wanted to do the right thing so I called the police and asked them how to proceed. My guess is that my abuser doesn't talk about that part much. It would be sort of awkward.
Oh, and Jim threw in transcripts of phone calls that I made primarily to my brothers after I became frightened. Calls in which I said I'd seek legal recourse or publicize the situation. Well, actually... I'm going to do both of those things to the extent that it is possible.
But, in the end, none of this mattered. How do you defend yourself against millionaires like Jim Kiraly and Tom Kiraly who imply that you've done something wrong and they won't say what it is? The answer is, you don't. The system doesn't work that way.
It gets better.
Due to the fact that I was never served, I ended up with an attorney who had both pluses and minuses. On the plus side, he did present an offer to my abuser Jim that should have ended the Kiraly Cases. The offer gave Jim essentially everything except for taking down website content, which had been demanded, and the right to put me in a violence database.
Jim rejected the offer. Jim is the one who knocked me to the floor. I was always too terrified of Jim to raise a hand against him even in self-defense. But during these legal actions my violent abuser insisted on the right to put me in a violence database.
At the end, I learned that George Kerechanko was planning to testify against me. About what? I've read what George and Sandy said to my abuser. If I remember correctly, they compared me to Russell Kerechanko. The crime that I'd committed, in George and Sandy's eyes, was to be Russell.
Actually, I wasn't Russell Kerechanko. But people work backwards from desired conclusions.
Lisa, do you recall the request that you made and do you understand my point?
You said “I would also like to ask that my parents name be removed from your blog” and justified this by adding “it would only hurt them to hear such things are being written about them”.
Everything that I present as the truth is the truth as I understand it. I make corrections when appropriate. And I never wanted any of this. Or deserved any of it. My life was smashed to pieces by lies and the pieces will never be put together again.
But this is not the point. The irony is the point. The apparent sarcasm and lack of thought on your part doesn't help. Lisa, I mean this as kindly as possible under the circumstances:
You are out of line.
There is another factor that is worth thinking about. When you fight for lies, you make it easier for abusers to hurt people. Women as well as children. But I've learned the hard way that when push comes to shove... if make-believe is simpler it will usually win.
Regards, Robert (the Old Coder and he is old indeed)
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130705. Lisa Kerechanko has told me that Russell's passing was not connected to drugs. The facts aren't clear.
The person who I've become loves to use metaphors and imagery But he sees facts as facts. Some people live their lives in a fog. A fog of neurotransmitters designed by Nature to obscure physical reality. He doesn't know what the fog is like because he is usually not able to perceive it.
This was the most difficult part of the Kiraly Cases. To deal with a legal system, not the laws themselves but the ecosystem that has evolved around them, that is designed to take advantage of the fog. In this context, facts don't matter.
It's how Jim Kiraly and his son Tom were able to wave away facts as though the facts were the fog. Millionaires have something of an advantage in this arena. The Vice President of Transamerica Corporation and the Vice President of Humana Corporation were able to afford fog machines of their own.
For whatever Time remains, I believe that I'm done with fog. Russell's life was significant. The story may make a difference to others.
I've spoken with Death Records at the County level. They've confirmed that Russell's death record isn't public. I'll check more formally with the police at a later date to see if they're able to comment.
Thursday 2012-11-22 — George and Sandy Kerechanko
There's been some interest in this page. More than I expected. So I think I'll clarify a few things.
First, the post on Russell Kerechanko's death has been moved to this page. If you're here to read that post, scroll up.
Second, some of the Twitter bookmarks that my visitors are using are broken. If you're interested in the odd story of the Kiraly Cases, the posts are still here. But you'll need to bookmark them directly.
Third, the Kiralys suggested in the two of the most bizarre legal actions I've heard of that I'd hacked Amazon, GMail, Humana, and individuals based on... well, nothing. The legal actions were designed to bankrupt me using hacking accusations that were never spelled out. These people... the point is, I have a copy of the Kerechanko letter mentioned below because Michael Bonetto gave it to me. No supernatural powers were needed to obtain it.
Seriously, my father Jim is not only a former abuser but obsessive compulsive. You can be damn sure I'm not planning to give this guy openings for further attacks.
121122. While I discussed Thanksgiving Day calls with Phenek, I phoned George and Sandy Kerechanko. George is a cousin of sorts who was important in a symbolic way to LittleCoder. Sandy is George's wife.
Sandy is also the woman I phoned a couple of times in 2012 while I was in a bit of pain. I lay there, without water and unable to move, and we talked about her greeting cards job. Would Sandy be successful with the new line of cards? I expressed polite interest.
During the second call, it appeared that I'd lose my right hand to loss of circulation. However, I tried to make suggestions related to Sandy's business. After all, business is important.
Neither George nor Sandy have said they don't wish to speak with me. But I have a copy of a letter they sent to the Kiralys after James Kiraly went to the police. That was nearly one full year ago now. I asked James and Grace to help with the book and all of this happened. Odd how time flies.
The Kerechanko's letter will be posted here and analyzed when time permits. For now, I'll note that the letter expresses sympathy for the Kiralys and compares me to the Kerechanko's son Russell, who George and Sandy apparently viewed as a problem not too long ago.
How should I feel when talking to people I care about who embrace abuse because this is the easy way out? Who work backwards from desired answers so that difficult questions can be avoided?
Should I write off people who matter to me? I'd prefer not to do so. So I called George and Sandy Kerechanko today and wished them Happy Thanksgiving. I kept it brief and we didn't discuss Sandy's latest product line.
Monday 2012-11-05 — George and Sandy Kerechanko
None of this is intended to deprecate George and Sandy. They're human. Which, with all due respect, isn't saying much. George was planning to testify on Jim's behalf. Testify about what? It was pretty much that George saw me as a copy of his son Russell, now dead.
I was a stand-in for a young man who had both angels and demons in his life. But I wasn't Russell. George needs to understand this.
Jim was abusive and controlling. Towards Grace as well as me. It's time to accept the fact. Half a century is more than long enough. What happened, happened.
I'd like to write about what was going on in George's head. But my assumption is that he doesn't wish to discuss the matter. This is regrettable. George could help women and children who need to be helped.
121105. I received two gifts on Monday. There's a screenshot of one of them at this link. I was moved enough that I phoned a few people IRL to show them the message that you'll see at the bottom of the screenshot. This included George and Sandy Kerechanko. George is Grace Kiraly's cousin. Somebody that I looked up to when I was young.
When I dialed, somebody picked up the phone. They didn't say anything. After a short period, they hung up. It took me a while to understand this odd occurrence. It was probably the same as with Kenneth Kiraly earlier in 2012. There is no way to be sure. But George and Sandy might have decided not to speak with me. And not even to inform me of this decision.
If so, this is what it means; not to be seen as human. Or even as a living creature, in the same category as dogs and cats, that might have feelings.