I’ll admit it.
This post might give rise to a shitstorm… like my life
hasn’t been a continuous gargantuan bursting
of cerebral colostomy bags?
Shit, it’s like 2:02AM Sunday morning as it is; I’ve got 2mg of Klonapin in me and I can’t calm down; 30mg 0t Ambien and I can’t even yawn.
Then I have one lone, lousy officiously official Decision of the Social Security Administration Office of Disability Adjudication And Review on the table in front of me and I can’t fucking think straight
“Social Security Administration Office of Disability Adjudication and Review”
Impressive, yet flaccid,
Authoritative, yet somehow impotent.
Not exactly “The People’s Court”.
Had an Administrative Hearing on April 10th, 2014 to appeal the decision to deny my Social Security Disability, said decision having been likely made in a commode at some local office of the State Employment Development Department outside the cluster of the octo-cubies inhabited by an assembly line of part-time / no contract / no benefits drones, led to believe they’re the first line of defense in the search for truth, justice, and the American way when in fact and in practice they are but a speed bump on the way to actual “first line of defense” of the actual Social Security offensive.
Brain-dead, mouth-breathing desk jockeys who believe they’re some hot shit bunch o’ renegades because they get to make decisions regarding people’s lives, but the only previous hot shit these bunch o’ renegades ever faced was an empty peppercini tray that needed refilling and making sure their paper hats stayed in place.
And they don’t have the authority to make decisions: they’re given a rubber stamp to say “No” to every letter that comes their way, just killing time till the issue at hand fit into the schedule of someone in the system who has some actual one-fisted pull.
So then there’s the Judge, and I don’t care if the asshole is the Second Coming of Julius Hoffman – his experience, knowledge, insight, education and dedication is deserving of respect. The purpose he is chosen and assigned to serve deserves respect, but some of these guys have nothing going for them aside from the exact same credentials and slightly different practice history, more credibility and honor but less money than Judge Judy,
The formerly honorable Mrs. Sheindlin’s just a less Botoxified version of one the Real Housewives of New Jersey who makes more money in one year than a grade school Special Ed Teacher will make in thirty-five lifetimes. That gansa macher is in the same business as Honey Boo-Boo Chile and Farrah Abraham: selling commercial time. If she’s even still licensed to do so, she no longer practices law and is a retired judge. She doesn’t preside over “real cases”: she oversees some counterfeit, made-for-TV, fake-label-on-the-inside variety of “binding arbitration” and it’s actually the show that pays whatever judgments are rendered.
So while the well-renowned “Judge” Judy is entirely out of the legal system’s true workings, there is a little known warrior who runs the gauntlet every day from his offices in Sacramento and Stockton, California.
While not the hero of this story, nor its centerpiece, in a certain manner he’s the web that binds the story together … or let’s his grip go entirely and watch the whole fucking mess he’s helped to create fly off to Oz.
JONATHAN ARMSTRONG HENDRICKS Cal State Bar #173482
Graduate of Pomona College, Claremont, CA
McGeorge School of Law / University of Pacific
Admitted to Bar 12/94
* This brings me to the asterisk in this post’s title, right after where it says “absolutely true”:
this is my recollection of the recklessness, my take on the tale, my spin on the story. It cannot reasonably be accepted as the cold, hard, unequivocal transliteration of everything that happened on the one given day, during the less than one hour of that day. I’m not insisting it’s The Truth, just the truth as I perceive it.
So I’m not going to sit here and insult you, my trusted reader, with my assertions as to how badly my case was sodomized by some paid-by-the-hour Costco-brand attorney hoping to make some extra incentive bucks.
I’m just gonna share with you some things that could or should have happened, some that didn’t, some things that could have been done yet subsequently weren’t and make sure Jonathan A. Hendricks, Cal. State Bar #173482 is noted for his efforts in the proceeding …
… along with the other kangaroos.
Now don’t get me wrong: Jonathan A. Hendricks, Cal. State Bar #173482 knows the law a hell of a lot better than I do, the Judge better than Jonathan.
But two years after Jonathan A. Hendricks, Cal. State Bar #173482 was admitted to the bar, licensed to practice law, I started with the Department of Child Support Services and for ten of the next fifteen years my main duty, my purpose, my job was to collect evidence leading to charges of either Civil Contempt, Criminal Contempt or even Federal Contempt.
Operative phrase: “collect evidence”.
Lawyers often don’t have to do that. They have a staff that does that for them. All a lawyer can do that a member of their staff can’t is represent someone in Court and to give legal advice. That’s it.
One of my pre-law professors once went as far as saying the the support staff does all the hard work, that all a lawyer has to do is argue – and who gets the glory?
So I will go as far as saying I likely know how to collect evidence better than Jonathan A. Hendricks, Cal. State Bar #173482 does.
He’s better at ignoring it and refusing to accept more.
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