Removal – Lorin Duckman Today

I Was Robbed

So, after determining I had done nothing wrong, except holding a recent reappointment, Rudy and his auto shop buddy, with support of a gang of unknowns by name and uniform, to me, got Pataki and Bruno to ask the COMMISSION to investigate me based on “they had heard things.” They knew the people who could do it.

My life got ruined, my career as a judge ended and we had to sell our home and move, to Vermont, where I found little love and more distrust/hatred.

I don’t have much of a life anymore except for Sharon and I am dying. No one cared and no one understood. Except for Ron Russo.

I used to be somebody. Now I am someone else. Them: To my friends, everything; to my enemies, THE LAW. Sing it: I fought the law and the law won. And everyone knows how fair and impartial the courts are!

By the way, has Trump been sentenced yet?

Sharon Orders In

So, I got fucked for calling Nancy Mukasey Rothenberg, Princess Nancy. She was absent from court, often, planning her wedding, leaving her cases unprepared, I was told. It was a Jewish insult, according the Commissar Stern, a term abhorred by Jewish girls/women, though none I knew. Sharon never got her Prince, like Nancy did, she got me. What Sharon does well, like some Jewish women, is she orders in. And in this time of Corona, that is a skill devoutly to be wished. We are still married, despite Nancy’s efforts to cause otherwise. Is she?

Trump Beat Impeachment

Tools ready. But the Friends of Trump controlled the process and the outcome. My colleagues on the bench, a process the complainants in my case [Pataki and Bruno] controlled, wanted raises and my friends in the bar didn’t want to spend any capital offending prosecutors who control the plea bargaining process (something I interfered with). So I got buried.

Trump doesn’t want anyone to go through this process again. He should talk to me. My life was ruined. He will go on ruining lives.

Leonard Duckman, Died Fathers Day – June 1963

Never came to grips with his sickness or his death. Now I have it, though not the acute kind that killed him. I didn’t know the man in this image and he didn’t know me. I will never know how I lost my childhood or adulthood.

Twenty Years Ago Today

Twenty years ago today, the Court of Appeals, in an unsigned opinion destroyed my judicial and legal careers. I could have done a lot of justice and never got the chance. Sad that many still treat me as a pariah. “And, so it goes.

OK, But Not That Good

I can still look into the mirror at myself. I often wonder if any of you, not the few who stood up for justice, can do the same. You all, especially my brother’s family, scum, left me to die. I did suffer a mortal wound, but have not expired, yet. Closer to dying, than living. Cancer will kill me, before the Per Curium.