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130810. There are two birthdays this weekend that I'm thinking about. Or probably two birthdays. I'm not sure about one of them.

Today Saturday 130810 might be the 48th birthday of my brother Scott Kiraly. There's a photo below of a boy in a swimming pool. It might be Scott. Not sure about this either.

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If this is Scott, he's not in the pool for fun. It's physical therapy.

Scott was born different. Like I was. But he was even more different. It seems clear, in retrospect, that both Scott's father Jim Kiraly and Scott had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). And that Scott inherited it from Jim.

If this is true, it's simply a matter of genetics. But to people like the Kiralys, that isn't the issue. One simply isn't supposed to talk about some things. It's a moot point now as the Kiralys exploded their lives and mine into the public view last year. Things are never going to be quiet again.

Scott did the “counting” and “checking” things. Readers familiar with OCD will know what I mean. Jim's case was milder. I wasn't sure about him until I learned a few years ago about a dance that he apparently does when he picks up his mail. It was another piece in a puzzle that goes back many years.

It's possible to deal with OCD. But Scott had other issues, both physical and mental. And so did Jim Kiraly and I. As icing on the cake, one of Jim's problems was that he was full of rage.

There was no specific reason for Jim Kiraly's rage. I believe it was biochemical in nature. Being what I am, I was attentive to details even when I was five years old. Jim's details were remarkable. He'd actually shake with the rage and his eyes would literally bulge.

When I've mentioned this elsewhere, it hasn't been metaphor. It wasn't normal physically.

Scott Kiraly didn't inherit Jim Kiraly's rage. But his parents eventually considered him dangerous enough that they believed he might kill his brother, Ken Kiraly.

If I remember correctly, my parents sent Ken to stay with me briefly while they moved Scott into a sort of Christian Prison. I had a condo in Milpitas, California at the time. This was a few years after the period that Ken had lived with me rent-free in a Mountain View, California apartment.

As a side note, I had to give up the condo subsequently. Before I could buy real estate again, Silicon Valley was hit with wave after wave of real estate mania. Prices skyrocketed and I was never able to buy property again.

The Christian facility where they put Scott was located in Grass Valley, California. I believe that I was the only one of Scott's brothers to visit him while he was there.

Up to this point, Grace Kiraly, mother of the family, had conducted a sort of triage. She couldn't possibly deal with three family members who were all different or strange. One of them needed to be sacrificed. That one was me.

At school, my peers could knock me unconscious, break my bones, hunt me in packs, or plan to trap me, strip me naked, and do the rest of it. And, at home, James was free to hurt me. Every night. Nobody would protect me.

Hunted all day
Hunted all night
Day and night
It was all right
End wasn't much fun
I died in 1971

When I was still very young, Grace explained the reasoning behind her choice to a relative as follows: “The boy is getting good grades, so things must be O.K.”

Sometime in the 2000s, I made an attempt to ask Grace Kiraly about her decision. This was for my book. Grace told Scott Kiraly that I blamed Scott for what had happened to me. Scott spoke to me sarcastically about the matter. I don't think we've talked since then.

I did monitor Scott's health afterward through conversations with his lover Karen. Based on those discussions, Scott's weight may have passed 325 pounds by now. If it's true, I'm not even sure that he's alive. People who reach that level of weight tend to die off starting at about his current age.

Scott Kiraly was connected to the loss of my life. But I never held it against him. I did dislike the fact that, like most of the Kiralys, he was self-centered, sarcastic, cruel, and arrogant. His God, as far as I could tell, was the same way. To Scott, God was a toy onto which hatred and lies could be projected and thereby made real.

When Scott Kiraly prayed to God, it was usually for his own benefit. A typical prayer went like this: “God, please change the traffic lights to green, because I am late. It is important that my errand be completed!”

Scott, like the other Kiralys, hated Gays and Lesbians. Therefore, he assumed, his God must be the same way.

One thing that Scott said... I need to try to forgive him for it but it's difficult.

When our Grandmother Olga Kmeta died in the 1980s, I felt guilty because I hadn't stayed in touch with her enough. So I started to call her husband, my Grandfather Ivan Kmeta, more often. Ivan was losing his eyesight, and couldn't read his Bible any longer. So I read him his favorite Bible verses.

I did this every Sunday for about a decade until Ivan died. He was often moved by the calls. Sometimes, he was close to tears.

The photo below is of Ivan Kmeta and Olga Kmeta, also known as Olga Kerechanko. Ivan and Olga were the parents of Grace Kiraly and the grandparents of OldCoder, Tom Kiraly, Ken Kiraly, and Scott Kiraly.

Olga was also the brother of Ed Kerechanko, father of George Kerechanko and grandfather of Russell Kerechanko. Russell died suddenly in 2013 at age 30. OldCoder's page about Russell's death seems to have stirred up some controversy. To visit the page, click here.

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When Ivan Kmeta died, about a decade after his wife Olga, I was too distressed to attend his funeral. Grace Kiraly, who my Mystery Las Lomas High School friend has described as “sweet”, was self-centered about this.

“Thank God,” Grace said, “that I had others to stand with me at the funeral”. Grace was focused not on her father's death but, as always, on appearances. It did not look good that I was not there.

It never occurred to the “sweet” woman that I had lost more than she had. For Grace Kiraly did not care for her father Ivan Kmeta. The Kiraly Cases proved that. Wherever Ivan is now, he weeps when he considers what has happened.

The fact that his progeny have shat upon his works and upon his life. His books of religious poetry are violent crimes. The Kiralys, even Ivan's own daughter Grace, have smeared excrement across Ivan's face.

A face that I loved. I truly loved him.

I tried to do something similar to the Ivan Kmeta phone calls with Ed Kerechanko, Olga's brother and my Great-Uncle. The calls to Ed were more formal. But he seemed to appreciate them.

Ed Kerechanko died during the events that led up to the Kiraly Cases. As I understand it, George Kerechanko, Ed's son, found a final message from me to Ed afterward on Ed's voicemail machine. George did not wish to delete the message as it would mean that his father was truly dead.

In the last conversation that Scott Kiraly and I had, or the last one that I remember, Scott mocked the fact that I was calling Ed Kerechanko.

I don't know why. I believe Scott was furious because of the lies that his mother Grace Kiraly had told him. I did not wish to speak with Scott again after that. But, as mentioned previously, I did check up periodically on his health.

God, if You are there... I'd have had sufficient burdens to carry regardless. Why was it necessary that I be saddled with these creatures of hatred and lies?

Jim Kiraly of Walnut Creek, CA and Pismo Beach, CA. Vice President of Transamerica. My Father:

Violent abuser. And yet, nothing more complicated than a four year old in a man's body.

The four year old who'd seen his own father Frank punch his mother Ann through glass. Who internalized violence. This, combined with simple genetics, wrote the script of Jim's life. And mine.

This was not somebody who should have been terrifying. In fact, it was somebody who was comical and tragic at the same time.

But somebody whose role for half a century has been to hurt me physically, to deprecate me, to hunt me, and to smash my life. My sympathy for the tragic part is limited.

The photo here may be of Jim Kiraly. I'm not sure. There is nobody to ask. The face is familiar. The shirt is familiar. But there is more to identity than things that are familiar.

Is this the person who owed me at least a brief period without fear? Put aside affection. Put aside medical care for a child who was ill in more ways than one. Simply the right to exist in the world without fear.

If it is the same person, I'll note that the debt was never paid. Instead, this person lied under oath. Took all that I had left. Including what was left of my future. Tried to bury the truth.

The truth that will never go away. Because it is part of us both. For now and for all Time.

Grace Kiraly of Walnut Creek, CA and Pismo Beach, CA. Housewife. Failed artist. Christ Follower. My Mother:

Frivolous, self-centered, and sarcastic. As dependable as a dandelion. A Christ Follower whose Christ was based on hatred and lies.

And a wife who was not happy with her marriage. Not happy with the husband and children who were all burdens.

But the image is what is important, isn't it? The only thing that matters in the end. Perception becomes reality. So Grace Kiraly smiled for the camera.

I believe I'm able to feel sorry for her at last.

Tom Kiraly of Walnut Creek, CA and Glenview, KY. Vice President of Humana Corporation. My Brother:

Looking back, similar to his Mother in some respects. But it is difficult to be sure because he hasn't been real since the “dark mask” came down. Tom did have a streak of cruelty, though, that went well beyond any cruelty Grace possessed.

The Kiralys are apparently planning to use the sound bite “All-American Kid” to describe Tom. Yeah, the photo to the right shows a boy who is practically a Norman Rockwell type in appearance.

But I wonder if the sound bite covers the acting out; as he grew older, the threats to murder complete with vivid imagery; and, regardless of age, the cruelty and hatred.

Ken Kiraly of Walnut Creek, CA and Silicon Valley. Inventor of the Kindle. My Brother:

Intelligent. Ken had a vision no later than the mid-1980s. In the end, he apparently created the Amazon Kindle. But he was a sly and dangerous “user”.

Somebody without signs of a conscience. A potential sociopath who simply took what he wanted. Repaid what he took with mockery and lies.

In Ken's case, the sound bite that the Kiralys seem to be planning to use is “meek genius”. I know that I've poked fun at this phrase too often. But it's like the old Lay's Potato Chips meme. The sound bite is too good. You can't mention it just once.

Ken was cute at age four, though. Smiled a lot. He didn't turn dark 'n' stuff until Jim Kiraly started in on him. Ken was several years older at the time than I'd been when Jim started in on me.

And Scott Kiraly, my Brother. When my Mystery Las Lomas High School Friend wrote to me, there were sound bites for all of the Kiralys. Except for Scott Kiraly. My correspondent said, about Scott, “No more need be said”.

Indeed. But, as today may be Scott Kiraly's birthday:

130810. In the 1990s, my firm was associated for a while with another, much smaller, firm that got into a new area known as the Internet. The Internet firm ended up as one of the major dot coms.

My CEO didn't see the importance of the Internet and so our firm died. For a little more of that story, click here.

One of the Internet firm's employees was a woman about my age. Today, she's a legal professional who's involved with attorneys of different types. The following is a letter that I sent to her yesterday.

There are minor edits to correct typographical errors and for clarity.

Regarding the document that I mentioned, I'll provide a brief summary of the situation. If it seems too odd, that is O.K. But I don't presently need representation. And there are odd aspects that may interest people. So perhaps one or two will speak with me.

I am neurodiverse. My parents told me this 45 years ago. A formal assessment this year suggests autism but I believe it may be a parallel condition. I am more different than usual but I am considered intelligent and sometimes kind. I spent decades not speaking much with people.

My little brother Ken Kiraly was apparently the inventor of the Amazon Kindle. I am the one who taught him to code in 'C', who gave him his first job, and who helped to fund his first startup. It was Multiscope; feel free to Google the firm if you're curious.

Our Father Jim Kiraly was Vice President of Transamerica, the company that built the Pyramid. Another brother, Tom Kiraly, is Vice President of Humana Corporation. My Grandfather Ivan Kmeta, whose books of religious poetry play a role in the situation, was a leading figure of the Ukrainian Diaspora.

It's an interesting family.

I was involved in legal cases with some of my family members for a year. The cases were intended to prevent me from speaking with third parties about the family.

Specifically, I was the Respondent in two CLETS actions. As I understand it, CLETS is an emergency anti-violence measure. It was brought against me by a Father (Jim) who lived 200 miles away and a Brother (Tom) who lived 3,000 miles away. Ken was involved but he did not file. I was in a wheelchair off and on at the time.

Neither Plaintiff asked me to end communications before they filed CLETS. There were no warnings or requests at the time from these two at all. And I was not accused of anything specific and relevant. There was not a single inappropriate “threat” or even an obscenity that I can recall.

My Mother Grace Kiraly had come to visit me during a period when in theory I was “harassing” her. All phone calls during this period were actually from my Mother to me. I proved this last year using Discovery Evidence.

I asked my Mother for permission to interview her Pastor regarding the the responsibilities of Christians in the Temporal world. This was for my book. She gave me her permission. When I interviewed the Pastor, my Father Jim assumed that the call was about the abuse. He became enraged. In the end, my Father Jim and Brother Tom filed CLETS.

They would not settle unless I agreed to sign a document promising never to “discuss” the family with third parties. And they wanted to retain the right to put me in a violence database if I did “discuss” the family.

As part of this, my family demanded the takedown of websites that went up after the cases started. The websites seem to be an issue for them to this day. I believe they are unhappy that the sites are moving to the top of Google. An associate of the family has written me letters to ask me “what is the purpose” of this. I feel the letters may be threatening.

I flatly refused to stop the book or take down the websites. In the end, my life savings were gone. Spent on legal fees. But I am free to proceed with my projects now.

The situation was, at its heart, about autism, abuse, and denial.

My perspective is that I was an autistic adult survivor of abuse. One who was on the receiving end of cases that his abuser brought using a hole in the legal system. Note that CLETS is not quite a civil or criminal action. The Respondent does not seem to have any rights or any way to contest a CLETS action unless he or she is wealthy.

And Plaintiffs do not need to make any specific accusations.

There were no specific accusations against me in Tom's CLETS action that I can recall except for a gift of books of religious poetry by our Grandfather. More about that in a minute.

Discovery Evidence proved that the only specific accusation in Jim's CLETS action was not true. But the process allowed my family to bury me in expensive paperwork without specific accusations.

It was implied that I had “hacked” a number of companies and individuals. It was implied that I had demanded money for medical care. It was implied that I had called a Church to rant about abuse. But none of this was spelled out. There was no way to defend myself because I was not actually accused of any of this.

There was nothing but innuendo and expensive paperwork that was designed to force me to agree not to “discuss” the Kiraly Family.

Many other things were implied. But there were very few specific accusations.

One of the specific accusations that was made was quite odd. I wanted to give my Brother Thomas books of religious poetry that our Grandfather Ivan Kmeta had written. The books were supposed to go into my Will. But Thomas cited the offer of the books as justification for the anti-violence action. I'm still not clear about whether I've missed something or Opposing Counsel believed nobody would ever actually read the pleadings.

The legal actions ended in May of this year. Presently I'm preparing complaints at the State Bar level in the hopes of bringing about a review of the system. I also hope to bring Torts Actions with the grounds being Abuse of Process. I believe I might be able to demonstrate Abuse of Process by showing that actual perjury occurred.

This may sound unrealistic but these were not ordinary cases.

I have an elderly attorney friend who is reviewing my initial letter to the State Bar. His daughter is a Torts Specialist and she may review it too. However, she may be too busy for this.

I feel the State Bar letter, which is an 18 page PDF document, might be worth a look. Do you happen to know anybody who might be interested in the Abuse of Process, Abuse, Autism, or Free Speech aspects? If so, I will direct you or them to the document. If not, it is fine.

My correspondent wrote back to me today and expressed interest. Here is a second letter that I mailed to her a few minutes ago:

Thanks for writing again. One step at a time is best. Perhaps we'll communicate further.

I look forward now to communicating with people. I didn't attempt it as much in the past. I dealt with clients professionally for decades. I was good at it because the rules were clear. I used to avoid unpredictable situations, though, such as talking to people personally.

I had personal associates, but only a few of them. Started talking to more people in 2008. It started when I went to a San Francisco Hospital and found a friend on the fourth floor there. Floating in a tank of water for treatment. In 2012, he offered to be a witness in the legal cases. I'll send you a song I've written about him if you like.

The process of talking to people has worked out pretty well. Except for the biological family hunting me issue. But nothing is perfect.

To clarify what happened to the Little Coder, his parents considered the nature of his speech to be “attitude” and a “choice”. So he was knocked to the floor. Actually, that was minor compared to the rest of it. And, at school, there were multiple physical injuries; peers were not fond of him.

Presently, I'm focused on three things. I probably need to give up my apartment after 25 years and find a new place to live. I need to make a new job work out. And I need to deal with the remaining legal issues. That is where the PDF document I mentioned comes in.

As things proceed, I'll turn my attention to two more important projects. Resuming work on the operating system. And writing my book. The websites I mentioned are one of the places where I'm testing out concepts.

That about covers it for now. Talk to you again sometime.

130809. I keep telling my Proxy Friends... learn the basics. But they don't listen. Oh, well.

Well, they sort of listen. So I'll try this again. Proxy Folks need to rotate their user agent and take other measures. Or system information can be seen even if the apparent browser changes. Most proxies don't handle this part; there are reasons for this.

What other measures should be taken? That is a homework assignment :D

130809. I sort of smacked into a wall again this week metaphorically speaking. Juggling different things. I'm a little tired.

I smacked into a wall physically too. I felt weary while talking to Garibaldi. I turned and banged my head against the wall. My head left a smear of blood on the wall. He said it was O.K. because there was already a bruise or something on my head. So the blood wasn't too unusual.

I mostly stopped eating after Monday 130805. But I visited DNA the elderly attorney on Tuesday. He gave me nuts and pieces of chocolate plus some fruit. Delicious.

And on Wednesday I visited Nancy the elderly Physicist. Not Nancy Meyer; this is a different one. The Physicist gave me a cup of yogurt. And she showed me some test results. Her technology is successful. She can see things from the air that are hidden under the ground. But monetization will require thought.

In the end she may be known primarily as the person who settles questions about King Solomon's Tomb.

Tomorrow, Saturday 130810, is probably the 48th birthday of my Brother Scott Kiraly. And Sunday 130811 is Nancy the Physicist's 79th birthday. I will need to write about the occasions.

I'll probably need to give up my apartment in Mountain View after 25 years. It's not clear where I should go.

I've finished a new legal document. Or a draft. Some of you have seen it. I hope to polish the document and send it on its way soon.

It's about 9:30am here and I didn't sleep much last night. About three hours, I think. Needed to work on the document. And my left leg was twisted up for a while. Probably best if I rest before I go to take care of other issues.

130807. This is an illustration for a scene that Phenek imagined a few months ago. To read the original post, click here. Here is the relevant part:

<Phenek> it would be cool to see a picture of you with sunglasses on, leaning to your cool honda, sipping cola, with a beach and sunset behind you

<OldCoder> If I could get that picture composed
<OldCoder> I would be composed myself
<OldCoder> I am not opposed
<OldCoder> To being composed
<OldCoder> If the occasion arosed
<OldCoder> I would try it
<OldCoder> It is a picture fine
<OldCoder> Imagine the life of mine
<OldCoder> being cool and composed

<Phenek> you should make it possible :)
<OldCoder> Very well
* OldCoder snaps his fingers
<OldCoder> There. It is done; because there is magic in the world

<Phenek> cool :D
<Phenek> I hope you didn't GIMP it
<OldCoder> No; the magic is that it is possible
<OldCoder> I cannot say that it is likely
<OldCoder> When things are possible
<OldCoder> People imagine that they may happen

<Phenek> do you think it might happen? do you think it would be cool moment or photo?
<OldCoder> It will not happen, I fear
<OldCoder> But I will imagine
<OldCoder> It is near
<OldCoder> A moment without peer
<OldCoder> The perfect moment

<Phenek> maybe even better image would be if we added a laptop on the roof of honda with IRC open and friends chatting there
<OldCoder> Of course
<OldCoder> They will be there regardless

130807. This post combines two letters sent to an attorney with whom I am discussing legal actions against the Kiralys. Edited for length and clarity.

People are highly disposed to see their own side of a story. This certainly includes me. Autistic and therefore objective or not. But the grounds for legal actions in this situation are simple. It is my view that the grounds are Abuse of Process including demonstrable perjury.

Wish to hear the feelings that you mentioned?

This was misuse of CLETS, an emergency anti-violence action. In this case, an emergency anti-violence action undertaken by a violent abuser, Jim Kiraly, against one of his victims. Me.

Jim Kiraly was a violent abuser who did not even ask his victim not to communicate before filing for CLETS. A violent abuser who sought to place his victim in a violence database subsequently despite the absence of a single inappropriate “threat” of any kind.

Who refused any offer of settlement that did not include the option of using the violence database to stop work on a book. Or to stop consensual “discussions” with third parties.

Not kidding. There was a written demand for $5,000 per consensual phone call to third parties if the purpose was to “discuss” members of my family. This would include a $5,000 penalty for talking to you.

I've posted publicly that I'm damn well going to “discuss” every member of the family publicly with thousands of people if possible. For years or decades.

I intend to keep the promise.

The “evidence” in the cases, presented without specific allegations that I could find, included postcards that I sent with the approval of the police.

And voicemail transcripts of distressed but consensual phone calls that I made to my Brothers Tom Kiraly and Ken Kiraly after threats by my abuser.

A violent abuser who stated explicitly that he was planning to hurt me as he'd done in the past.

The phone calls did not include profanity that I can recall, or a single inappropriate “threat”, or a single non-consensual communication. Nothing.

There was nothing to demonstrate that CLETS was justified in any way, shape, or form. It would have been more appropriate for me to file CLETS against Jim Kiraly. I did talk to the Pismo Beach police about filing criminal charges against Jim. I should have done so. I won't rule it out now.

Jim Kiraly did not even *allege* that a request not to communicate was made before the filing of CLETS in 2012. A request not to communicate *was* made in 2011. It was obeyed until Jim's wife, Grace Kiraly of Pismo Beach, drove 200 miles in 2012 to visit the person that she was supposedly terrified of. The abuser's victim, me. We went to the Olive Garden in Palo Alto, of all places. And the fact of the visit is proved by Discovery Evidence.

The fact that all phone calls in 2012 were from the abuser's household to the victim's household until the abuser started to threaten his victim... that fact is proved by Discovery Evidence as well.

You expressed approval that I was “leveling” with you regarding my feelings. Therefore, here they are. I consider the situation to be odd. I'd like to see Jim Kiraly and Tom Kiraly arrested for criminal conspiracy to commit perjury. This type of conspiracy is, I believe, a felony.

Failing the arrest of these people, I seek a minimum of half a million dollars to one million dollars in damages. Per person. Actions are most likely possible against two separate parties. Possibly more.

Regardless of financial compensation, I'll seek — and I'll obtain — long-term publicity. For the benefit of society, to protect those who are being hurt, the story needs to be told.

When my Father Jim Kiraly passes away, his rapid descent into the delighted and welcoming Fires of Hell will be greased by the prayers of those who know what has happened.

Or perhaps it will be the Fires of Heaven. Remind me to show you my BEWorld computer game sometime. To win the game, one must survive the Fires of Heaven. They are the Fires of Truth.

To be clear, I have stated publicly without qualifications that Jim Kiraly of Walnut Creek, California and Pismo Beach, California, the Jim Kiraly who lived at 217 Gerry Court and more recently at REDACTED, is an actual abuser. I have not used “weasel words” in this context.

I have dared my abuser, Jim Kiraly of Pismo Beach, publicly and repeatedly to file for defamation. In the end, my abuser may do so based on confidence that his wealth will be sufficient to silence me. It does not matter because I will never surrender the truth.

The bottom line is that I will not do as my abuser wishes. I will not “shut up”. Not now and not for decades. After the loss of my life savings, my possessions, my health, my home of 25 years, and any future that was left to me, even the possibility of a family of my own, this is the role that is left to me.

I will speak with churches, with anti-abuse groups, with autism advocates, with attorneys, with county officials, with state and federal agencies, with lawmakers, and with news media of all types. I will point out that what happened was not right. I will request changes to the system.

From a legal perspective, though Jim Kiraly is wealthy, he is “low-hanging fruit”. He was a fool to go after his victim. In the end, attorneys will come. Jim will escape legal actions only through time limits. But even if there are time limits, he will not escape consequences. The consequences of taking things public. Once this is done, there is no turning back.

It was Jim Kiraly's “choice” and the “choice” is made.

Regardless, let's look at this from the perspective of a profits-minded attorney. A violent abuser sought CLETS against his former victim, who lived 200 miles away, who was threatened by his abuser for months over a book, who was in a wheelchair at the time, who never made a single illegal or even inappropriate “threat”, who was not even asked not to communicate, and against whom no specific and significant allegations were ever made that were not perjury.

Don't tell me that damages in the six or seven figure range are not possible. I've never heard of cases like these. An actual abuser, Jim Kiraly, and his idiot son, Tom Kiraly, have left themselves wide open.

Regarding Tom Kiraly, Vice President of Humana, note that he filed CLETS and did not make a single specific allegation at all that I can recall except for two things.

There was a gift of books of religious poetry written by Ivan Kmeta. Tom's Grandfather and a leading religious figure of the 20th Century. Yes... and? I have been scratching my head over this part for a year.

There was also a phone call on Tom's birthday in 2012 that he stated under oath without qualification was “stalking”. I believe that Tom's statement can be shown to be part of a pattern of unambiguous and intentional perjury.

The existence of the pattern of perjury by Tom Kiraly, Vice President of Humana Corporation, may support allegations that he was not only involved in Abuse of Process but that he conspired to commit it.

This may be a felony on Thomas Kiraly's part. Whether or not Tom can be prosecuted for the felony that I believe he committed, I am certainly entitled to $250,0000 to $500,000 and up from this person who lied under oath. And in doing so smashed my life.

Instead of specific allegations, in either of the two cases, it was implied that I had “hacked” about a half dozen parties. It was implied that I had called my Mother's church to rant about abuse; the call was with her full permission and concerned the role of Christians in the temporal world.

It was implied that I had demanded money for medical care or else I'd accuse my Brothers, Tom Kiraly and Ken Kiraly, of sexual abuse of their own children.

Jim Kiraly and Tom Kiraly, one or both of them, implied that I had threatened to accuse Tom Kiraly and Ken Kiraly of having adult-child sexual relations with their own sons or, in Tom Kiraly's case, sexual relations with his own daughter Riane. But Jim and Tom made no specific accusations of this type of threat at all. They simply implied it.

In theory, everybody is entitled to their day in Court. In practice, an emergency anti-violence action was misused by a violent abuser to bring actions, based on nothing but innuendo, that erased a lifetime of savings and possessions. For no other reason than to extort an agreement to stop work on a book.

How were these cases even possible?

The entire situation was triggered by my book. Astonishing. I'm not going to accept this situation. But we'll put the matter aside for the weekend. I will focus on SQL code for the moment. Tonight there will be Pizza.

P.S. I'm leaving shortly for a social occasion. Just thought I'd add three quick points:

PERJURY. I'm told that if there is actual perjury, and it can be demonstrated, somebody has an Abuse of Process case right there. Perjury is said to be sufficient not only to establish cause but to win the case.

RECOURSE. If there is no way to recover damages in such an unusual situation, and I do maintain that it is unusual, the system does need to be changed. It can't be right that any millionaire can smash a life so completely, for such a controversial reason, lie under oath to do so, and there is no recourse.

OTHER PATHS. If you look at the strangest aspects, for example, an abuser taking out CLETS against his victim in a wheelchair and making no specific allegations, whether or not damages can be recovered, it should be possible to make a Hell of a Lot of Noise for decades to come.

130805. Shiing Shen obtained a fish but did not wish for a fish dish.

<ShiingShen> OldCoder, in regards to your “old friend”, you could use browser plugins to expose his real IP (assuming he has an inproper browser setup for proxies)
<ShiingShen> popular choices may include java or flash

<OldCoder> It is unlikely that he will install the plugins
<OldCoder> He is cautious now
<OldCoder> He may have used Google today
<OldCoder> In the expectation that it would not show him

<ShiingShen> heh
<OldCoder> That is fine
<OldCoder> But I am annoyed at the presumption
<OldCoder> If somebody is not a friend of mine, they ought not to claim the title

<OldCoder> Besides, I already have his “real IP”
<ShiingShen> using google for anonymity...
<OldCoder> Yes, there is some irony involved
<OldCoder> If there are additional legal actions, I will be able to demonstrate identity

<ShiingShen> anyway, I had fun fishing today
<OldCoder> Good
<ShiingShen> caught a purch
<OldCoder> Will you eat it?
<OldCoder> Perch, actually
<ShiingShen> perch *

<OldCoder> Fry it up
<ShiingShen> nah, I let it go
<OldCoder> Good, too
<OldCoder> Whatever seems best

<ShiingShen> me and my dad found a nice spot. every time I cast, I got a bite.
<OldCoder> I am pleased that the occasion went all right
* OldCoder will return
<ShiingShen> bye

130805. Notes related to an “old friend”:

1. I've been visited repeatedly by somebody who may be familiar with the following vicinity:

1911 North Lamar Street; Dallas, Texas; 75202

2. Technically, there may be more than one person involved. But, for the sake of discussion, we'll refer to my visitor as one person.

3. The most recent visit was today. Funny thing about the visit. This person told me recently that they don't plan to read the weblog. It was stated clearly. But I'm pleased to see them again. :D

4. It's somebody who claims to be an “old friend” from Las Lomas High School, Walnut Creek, California, Class of 1976.

They've sent me letters that explore different ways to position the situation for the media. Even sound bites that I gather the Kiralys hope to use.

5. I'm amused that the letters refer to my book in quotes: 'book'

This person is familiar with positioning. But they've got a tough row to hoe. To my international friends, that's a U.S. idiom. It means that positioning isn't going to be enough.

There's a related point which my “old friend” is aware of.

The current sites contain over 40,000 lines of material so far. Much of the material is disorganized, repetitive, or poorly constructed. Additionally, I didn't write the IRC fragments, except for my words; the legal documents, though I did drafts in some cases; or the stories or poetry by others.

However, even after adjusting for the above, it appears that I've written hundreds of pages of original text. The structure of the sites is improving. And I haven't even started to post in earnest. It should be noted that this is a long-term project.

My “old friend” is aware that I have the ability to produce a 'book'. Putting the word in quotes isn't going to do much.

6. The sound bites that this person is testing out aren't going to do much either. Sound bites such as “Tom Kiraly was an All American kid”, “Grace Kiraly was sweet”, or “Ken Kiraly is a meek genius”...

About that last one... Meek? Are they really going to use that? :D

They don't have a sound bite for Scott Kiraly yet. Why is that?

7. The letters to me were triggered by the fact that some of my web pages have high search engine rankings for both short tail and long tail.

My “old friend” expressed concern about the search engine rankings. Demanded to know the “purpose” of going to the top of Google.

But I'm not at the top of Google. Some of the rankings are short tail but it will take a while for them to build. The sites have plenty of long tail but this strikes me as less important.

The truth is, I've been too busy to do SEO for the sites. Or to add the type of content that the sites need. I'll get around to it. As I tell people, one step at a time.

8. My “old friend's” browser is showing up as SeaMonkey 2.19 now. It's possible that this is related to a user agent rotation. I haven't looked closely enough to be sure. Supposedly running under Windows XP with what appears to be an old or at least low resolution monitor. But all of this may be incorrect.

130804. This is a Phenek Finland Photo. It's a calm daytime scene that features a fortress named Suomenlinna. Phenek says:

Here's a scenery photo from Suomenlinna. Including fog, ducks, parts of the fortress, sea, etc. And reflection. Actually those might be goose, not ducks. I'm not sure about the age of those parts of fortress, but Wikipedia says that Sweden started building the fortress in 1748, when Finland was still a part of the Swedish kingdom.

130804. Shiing Shen's situation is positive.

<ShiingShen> OldCoder, you know that integer sequence I came up with? It generates all the values that work for mersenne primes
<ShiingShen> but that, of course, is redundant
<ShiingShen> because you need primes to generate it

<OldCoder> Is there an assertion or question that I should review?
<ShiingShen> nah

<ShiingShen> I'll explain later, but, proving that integer sequence holds for n -> infinity may have implications in proving infinite mersenne primes
<ShiingShen> but it's a little bit complicated
<ShiingShen> and I'm tried right now

<OldCoder> Are you able to prove anything?
<OldCoder> Heh. Tired. Not tried.
<OldCoder> I assume you do not mean you are a round rubber object that goes on cars
<ShiingShen> tired *
<ShiingShen> heh, nope. tired as in sleepy.

<ShiingShen> I'm going fishing with my dad tomorrow
<ShiingShen> that'll give me time to think

<OldCoder> Good
<OldCoder> How are things with you and your father?
<ShiingShen> pretty good
<OldCoder> He is reasonable? Does not hurt you? Listens sometimes?
<ShiingShen> He is reasonable, never hurts me, and listens to me most of the time

<OldCoder> This is good to know. Enjoy the fishing trip. Discuss issues of interest to him. Such as the fish. Work towards Mersenne Primes gradually.
<OldCoder> In the end, he must accept what you are. I feel he will.