The funny thing about that.  I never enjoyed English classes in school.  It bored me.  Especially once our limp wrist Elementary School Principal started teaching English.  I lost all interest.

This is 330 pages in which I had started writing a few months before Court, mid-Summer. I had a lot of hiccups, problems receiving FIPPA files and hardly the place to do it.  I was only getting started.  I'd probably have 3,300+ pages if I wasn't kicked out of my home.  Out of more than a full suitcase of paper, this is all I have at the moment.

Judges. I seriously have to wonder how they would feel if their own evidence and their means to organize such was even half as scattered as mine. Even the despised Roland Freisler was said to have ran back into a Courtroom to retrieve his files during a bombing raid, killing him.