Can you hear my heavy sighs from wherever you are? They are both multiple and powerful this morning.
I’ve created some fun acronyms for you today. Please feel free to use them as you go about your daily lives.
As I mentioned yesterday, I am off to Los Angeles next week for several meetings with very important movers and shakers in the entertainment industry. It took two years and 4 months of banging on this keyboard (no wonder it’s so sticky!) and next week comes the biggest test of my life.
In fact, I’m more than ready. I’m already there, it’s just the rest of the world hasn’t caught up with me yet.
In the 46 years I’ve been alive, I have never been so confident, self-assured, and utterly convinced I am on the right path to success at a level I used to dream of, but now know is coming.
There is no more “dreaming.” There is only “doing.”
So that’s the good news. The little bit of bad news that goes along with the LA trip is twofold:
- I won’t be writing a lot of fresh content from the road for that week, but I will do my best to post some juicy reruns; and
- Yesterday’s meeting ended with my promise to complete a very large writing task by the end of this weekend to forward to the LABS (Los Angeles Big Shots). Therefore, our blog will suffer for the remainder of this week in addition to the next. Please do not fall in love with (or hate-follow) another blogger in my brief absence.
Yesterday I promised that today’s blog would be about Stockholm Syndrome.
Sorry, that isn’t happening.
See point #2 above. In addition, the circumstances surrounding that particular situation are getting weirder and weirder. Given the constant developments in this matter, I am waiting to write it until it feels more settled.
You’ll understand why I took this approach when it’s finally written, trust me.
More Fun with the Oregon State Bar!
Speaking of Stockholm Syndrome…
Portland has its own ISIL:
The Incredible Shrinking Incompetent Law-firm (I hyphenated to make the joke work – don’t judge me).
Portland ISIL is comprised of a rapidly-dwindling set of bumbling emotional and financial terrorists who have no concern for anything beyond churning files and extracting money from vulnerable people.
Portland ISIL seems to have convinced one of their (few) clients to file a bogus bar complaint against opposing counsel for being “disrespectful.”
The irony of this firm and one of their clients complaining about tone or showing the proper level of respect in a divorce litigation is so fucking thick that I’m wiping it off my office walls with the strongest degreaser one can find on the market.
What does that have to do with me?
Well, I’ll tell you!
The client, in a case of mental gymnastics so impressive that I expect to see her on the US Olympic Team in August 2016, named your favorite advice blogger in the complaint.
She made allegations against me that are not only completely false, one could argue (but would lose spectacularly) they are tantamount to ethical violations and possible tort claims.
(I’m not naming the tort claims because her lawyer is too stupid and lazy to identify them. I want to make that idiot either do the work or hire her tall and handsome lawyer to do it for her. Hey, Steve! Hope to see you in Hawaii at the ACTL meeting!)
Why did she name me and make those allegations? That’s a very good question, kiddos!
It’s especially interesting because:
- She recently pleaded with her ex to get me to stop writing about their case.
- She claimed I was hurting her reputation and ability to get a job.
- She claimed I was exposing her “secret,” which is no secret at all (and shouldn’t be, by the way).
- She claimed I was hurting their children.
The only problem is:
I’ve never written about this case. Never.
If you google this woman’s name, the very first result you get is her “secret,” which she openly spoke about with the mother-fucking NEW YORK TIMES.
If you google this woman’s name and mine there are no results.
If you google her name and “divorce,” there are no results relating to me or anything I’ve written.
In fact, in all the cases I’ve written about, I don’t recall ever naming the parties.
That’s not my thing.
This isn’t the National Enquirer and the goal of most divorce posts here is to bring about knowledge and change in a dirty industry in which litigants are encouraged to fight so fat, short-fingered lawyers can get richer as they happily tear apart families.
I mentioned the name of this case only once in passing and nothing about it except my opinion on her lawyer’s conduct as it relates to her current status of being on double-secret probation with the Oregon State Bar via her SOW (“Slap on Wrist,” a.k.a. “Diversion Agreement”).
Of course, now I need to respond to the bar complaint, because it is a matter of public record and I simply will not stand for having my name sullied by victims of Stockholm Syndrome who are likely being pressured or bullied by their lawyer into writing false accusations against me.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner, and nobody sullies my reputation except me. I’m super good at it and I don’t need someone else stealing my thunder.
AT THE VERY LEAST, the lawyer clearly knew this bar complaint was going to be filed. The lawyer should have counseled her client that filing this frivolous piece of garbage stood in stark contrast to her client’s best interests.
Her client may have shot herself in the head, but the lawyer handed her the loaded gun and said, “Go for it!”
Incompetence? I think so. Malpractice? Hmmm…
In my opinion,* esteemed and well-regarded such as it is, this lawyer has continued to violate the terms of her SOW by what I euphemistically call “creative billing practices.”
But I’m not writing about that today.
I’m saving that.
I’m working on an in-depth series on this lawyer, her firm, her SOW, and the Oregon State Bar that will put the Spotlight team to shame.** And it’s likely it won’t just be published here on my fabulous little blog.
Unfortunately, I will have to respond to this bar complaint that names me, and not only will my response be on the record but of course you know I will be posting it here.
That’s what I do, you see.
*I am allowed to write these words, sweetheart, just as I am allowed to attend and write about your court appearances. I do hope we won’t have to go through that dance again when I pop in on your future inept sputtering sessions in front of a judge.
Your attempt to have me excluded because you may call me as a witness in a case I had nothing to do with was the single most embarrassing moment I’ve ever witnessed in a courtroom. Seriously – if the Oregon State Bar could disbar members for being pathetic, making false statements, and appearing weak, you’d have to find a new way to make a living. I suggest something physical – maybe ditch digging!
**Probably not but I love hyperbole.