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130704. I've received a letter that claims to be from Lisa Kerechanko. This is my current response to Lisa or the person claiming to be her.

Thursday, July 4, 2013 10:30am
To: Lisa Kerechanko

Dear Lisa,

1. I've received a letter which claims to be from you. I've read part of the letter. I've put it aside for now because it will be difficult enough to respond to the points that I understand so far.

For what it's worth, I slept about two hours last night. The rest of the time that I should have slept went to considering what to say.

2. For legal reasons, I don't feel that it's appropriate for me to email you just yet. If you'd like to receive email, write to me again, provide evidence that you're Lisa Kerechanko, and confirm that you sent me the letter in question and that you're requesting I send email to you.

3. I'd like to express my pleasure at hearing from you though also sadness at the circumstances under which discussions must take place.

4. No disrespect to you is intended by the request for confirmation.

5. You have no idea, I think, of the state of things. How far the Kiralys have taken them. Or the consequences. Regarding one key point in your letter, George's actions are part of this, however he may have intended them. This is said respectfully to both of you. But you haven't thought things through.

I'd like to try to address the concerns that you have over time. However, this will only be possible if you understand the irony of the situation.

6. You seem to be saying that some information I was given was incorrect. Specifically, that Russell “did NOT die from a drug overdose” and that “it is NOT a case closed by the cops”.

Note that I said “apparently” and “most likely” as I was stating what I was told. I'm more cautious about facts than most people are. This includes, and this is part of the irony, Russell's parents in the context of the Kiraly Cases.

If what I was told is not the truth, what is the truth? What happened to Russell? As a related note, if drugs weren't the “lifestyle choice” that upset his parents, what was the issue? I'll add that George himself used the phrase or a similar one.

“Lifestyle choice.” The phrase is often used to mean that somebody is gay. But, if I remember correctly, George told me that he didn't mean it that way. And I was told quite clearly by somebody else that the issue was drugs.

The relationships and feelings involved are the most important parts of this case. But it's important to get the facts right in any situation. What are the facts, Lisa?

7. You added that the police were not involved. It is my understanding that they were, in fact, present. Lisa, go back and read what I said more carefully. Tell me if it is true or false.

8. You implied that something was done to “tarnish the character” of somebody “dear to you”.

The following remark is not meant to be blunt or unduly humorous. But, taking the Kiraly Cases into account, wake up and smell the irony.

More importantly, what are you talking about? George and Sandy are the ones who said negative things about Russell.

9. Lisa, you said “I was also surprised to hear that you and him were such close friends as none of us have seen or spoken to you in over 20 years, guess it just goes to show that the ties of blood are very, very deep” (minor typo corrected)

I'm not able to understand what you've said here. It appears to be sarcasm that isn't called for. Who said that Russell and I were “close friends” ? I do plan to write about Russell. What happened to him matters to me. But when you say “close friends”, what are you talking about?

And regarding the “20 years” point, I've been in communication with George and Sandy far more recently. As in, regular discussions until the Kiraly Cases hit.

I talked to George about things like his aging bones. And to Sandy about her greeting cards. And to both of them about family members including Ed, who I loved, and their children. Including Russell. Once again, and with all due respect, what are you talking about?

Lisa, this type of thing isn't appropriate. Not when somebody is dead. Or when somebody who is still alive has been threatened, hunted, and smashed the way that I have been threatened, hunted, and smashed.

10. You added “I would also like to ask that my parents name be removed from your blog”. You went on to say: “it would only hurt them to hear such things are being written about them” (typo corrected).

This is the point at which I had to stop reading the letter. Do you understand the irony of your words?

I'm attempting to move forward. To do what is right. As I proceed, I must calculate what it is that I should do. Recent decisions have been sensible, I think. Or at least I hope.

Even to attend the rowing competition discussed on the weblog... it served a purpose. I've always been different but I'm connecting to more people now. Coming to understand them and why they do what they do.

In recent years, I've been called “wise”. A teacher, by some. A “really neat guy”. “Brilliant”, “mentor”, “incredibly patient”, and even “a sage”.

I've tried to help the first female physicist from Stanford for a decade with her altruistic projects. I volunteered for the people in wheelchairs in San Jose until the Kiralys came for me.

But what I am, and what I always will be, is the child who was brutalized. It stays with you. And it's not your fault if it stays with you.

This is what matters. What is done to you is not your fault. If this point reaches even one kid who is being hurt... this will lend some meaning to the Kiraly Cases.

Do you understand what happened, Lisa? Or will you say whatever sounds right to you? Just because it sounds right. Knowing nothing of the truth or of the impact of your thoughtless words.

I was suffocated by a random stranger who knew I wouldn't fight back. Outside a place that Twisted Time and I loved. We felt safe there. Foolish boys.

BTW Twisted Time is the reason that Jim Kiraly backed off suddenly about the abuse that he'd committed. Jim lied under oath regarding the abuse. Then, when Jim learned that my friend was still alive, he fell silent on this point.

Would you like to know why Jim fell silent, Lisa? As a separate note, have you read the New Song for Twisted Time? If not, please click here.

I had my hand crushed by another boy while he laughed. Crunch! Ha ha. Knocked unconscious at about the same age. Struck with objects of different types. Chased for a quarter mile by a small mob.

I had the interesting experience of eavesdropping on a group that was planning to trap me, strip me naked, and do fun things. I was mocked and jeered systematically not for days, which can happen to anybody, but for years.

The best part was... if I said anything, somehow it was always my fault. Because the one who is attacked is not supposed to talk about it.

Ironically, the most startling incident was not significant as it may sound. The day where my hand was sliced open with a knife and blood dripped to the floor. What stuck with me then was not that my finger nearly came off... but that the color of the blood was not as I had expected.

The important part was what happened at home. In the end, it was too much. I disappeared into Time for decades. But I came back in 2008. I could tell you the date. Do you wish to know? It was the night of March 31. I opened my eyes, blinked, stood up, and tried to build a life.

Which the filth that is my Father took away.

My body had failed in 2001. Screaming pain. The need to hold very still at night so that one doesn't scream out loud and disturb the neighbors. Crutches and eventually a wheelchair. No painkillers for years that I recall except for aspirin and other half-measures.

All because... the Kiralys said... and George and Sandy agreed... “Bob” must have made “choices”. Actually, “Bob” didn't make “choices”. No matter. One does what one can.

It got more difficult after the stock market crash in 2008. And the inability to process food that got worse in 2009. If I ate food, I had a tendency to fall down. Hey, who needs to stand up? Delirium that lasted for days. My body temperature regulation failed. It was loads of fun.

I hadn't broken off contact with my parents. They lied about that, by the way. But things started to get odd around 2010. Not that dealing with these people was simple up to then.

I'd always been there for Grace. You know how Jim treated her, right? Grace used to call me to ask me what to do about the situation. She even talked about sexual interactions. The whole thing made me uncomfortable because it was sort of Oedipal. However, I did what I could to help.

Circa 2010, Grace implied that she was dying of cancer and therefore she couldn't talk “any old time”. These were her exact words. I learned later on that she was lying and she was actually planning to go on a cruise.

To dismiss me, Grace lied about her death. She could have simply said, “Hey, I'm busy planning a trip”. But that might have been awkward. It was easier for her to suggest that she was dying.

It was the only period, by the way, that alcohol was a significant issue for me. I thought that my Mother was dying of cancer. When in reality she didn't want to trouble herself with such matters as the truth.

If the cancer returns in the future, so be it. Grace Kiraly's life was not always easy but I'm done with tears for her.

In mid-2011 I couldn't walk at all. Or even stand up using my crutches. I ended up trapped on my apartment floor for a couple of weeks. The same apartment that I'm likely to lose now after 25 years due to the Kiraly Cases. I'm not sure how I feel about confronting the loss. I believe that I feel odd.

I had no food at all and very little water. On some days, a round trip to the kitchen faucet took me 30 to 60 minutes. I'd drag myself over there, literally, and pull myself up to the faucet. It was probably good exercise for my arms.

In the end, they found me on the floor. Boy, they looked surprised. I'd done what was possible to keep the apartment organized despite being unable to stand. But I guess I wasn't successful.

I was given food. Also some injections to save my hand. Plus the wheelchair. Zoom! Except the wheelchair was a small model that didn't work outside. I got trapped on the sidewalk once. Oops! The building wasn't wheelchair accessible either. That was a problem.

Most likely, Lisa, you wouldn't want to know about how bathroom issues worked during this period.

Paul, an acquaintance who I'd promised to help, killed himself at this point because I wasn't there to keep the promise. Hey, no big deal, right?

As a side note to Michael Bonetto of Hoge Fenton: I know that you're no longer representing. But do you wish more details of the sh*t which you dove into so gleefully? BTW When I said “Nice tie!” to you in April 2013, the remark was made so that I could observe your body language. What I noticed was that you didn't look me in the eye. Why was that?

After the events of Summer 2011, it was more than a month before I was able to walk normally. I went outside too soon twice and was unable to make it home either time.

On one of those occasions, a Christian grad student found me and drove me back. He asked for nothing but a moment to profess his faith. This was the start of a realization. My parents were not Christians.

I continued to speak with my parents regardless. It went pretty well with Jim. We never once had a negative discussion except at the end. Every discussion was about pleasant subjects such as painting the house or volunteering for his business group.

Do you get it now, Lisa? Jim lied. About everything.

Grace, despite her lies about how she was dying, was willing to talk. My Mother never once asked me not to call her. Then came the day I asked for help with my book. Shortly after Thanksgiving 2011. Jim, my abuser, threatened me with the police immediately.

It was bizarre. I ended contact with these people. Then Grace came to visit me. I didn't ask her to do so. In fact, it was a bit of a shock.

Grace was irritating while she was there. She implied that health problems and other issues were my fault. And, this is the part that bothers an autistic guy, she could not explain how. “It makes sense to me”, is what somebody like Grace says, “therefore it must be so”.

After that, Grace Kiraly initiated a series of annoying phone calls to me. She felt that she was doing me a favor.

My Mother called me to lecture me about Vitamin C and “choices” that I'd never made. I didn't call her and I certainly didn't “harass” her. As phone records proved during the Kiraly cases, Grace Kiraly called me.

Would you like to see the phone records? And are you starting to get the picture? These people lied about everything.

I proceeded with research for my book. I told Grace that I planned to interview her Pastor about Christ and asked her if she objected. Pastor Ron; he seemed like a decent man. Grace gave me full permission to proceed. I did so and I also talked politely with my Father's volunteer group. I asked the latter group about altruism.

Jim Kiraly was livid. He started to talk to people about charging me with “blackmail”. This was connected to the abuse that Jim had committed. Which I've sworn to under oath and Jim has never, as far as I know, denied under oath since he learned that the boy known as Twisted Time was still alive.

It appears that Jim's denial of abuse prior to that point was perjury. But this part will be addressed in the appropriate venues.

Jim Kiraly assumed, and subsequently implied over and over, that I'd called Pastor Ron and the volunteer group to rant randomly about the abuse. But I never mentioned the abuse in the single call that I made at the time to Pastor Ron or in the single call that I made at the time to the volunteer group.

Lisa, Jim contacted people in your area trying to get them to assess my mental state. Even though they'd never met me. He told people to “present a united front against Bob”. This paradigm of dignity also said “don't be afraid... to give me something... to prosecute Bob”.

I'm autistic or a similar condition. Did you know that? I obtained the first formal assessment just this year. But Grace is the one who told me that I was “neurologically different” or some such term. About 45 years ago. Michael Bonetto seemed to think it was important that I prove that I'm different. Even though Grace is the one who told the boy.

And I didn't have the funds needed to prove what Grace had already told me. A full assessment was going to cost $5,700 and the Kiralys had destroyed me financially. But I found out that I could get a preliminary assessment for significantly less.

Do you understand how strange all of this seemed to me? That Jim and Grace would lie about something like that. Or that they would lie about everything.

Lies flowing like rivers of Satan's piss. Or floods of Christ's vomit. It isn't simply a crude metaphor. Christ is the Word, which is the Truth. Do you believe that He will smile when he meets these two people?

What will happen when the Living Truth meets the Living Lies?

At any rate, by the Spring of 2012, the abuser Jim Kiraly was hunting his former victim. And his victim had no idea of what to do. So he phoned his brothers Tom and Ken. Tom had been talking to him but broke off contact without explanation. And Ken never took calls at all.

Jim had nothing to base an attack on. So he attacked based on nothing. There were plenty of lies, including some actual perjury and, I believe, felony conspiracy on the part of Jim, Tom, and their attorney. But all of that was icing on the cake. The system allowed Jim to attack without specific accusations.

Innuendo and nothing else.

Lisa, are you starting to see the irony of your request? Tell me that you can see the irony and I may be able to feel genuine respect for you as opposed to respect that is simply a matter of civility.

In 2012, nobody ever asked “Bob” not to call them. Instead, to shut “Bob” up and stop his book, they came after him with the millions of dollars at their disposal and smashed what was left of his life.

I was never even served. I found out about the legal actions days before Court. There was no way to obtain representation. I tried very hard to get an attorney in time but I couldn't do so. I nearly died; that part is an interesting story.

It wasn't the last time that the one with the silent wings looked at me. In February of this year, He did more than look. His wings brushed over me. To this day I'm not certain that I survived.

I've been told that I did live. Is it true?

What was I accused of? Actually, nothing. It was implied that I'd demanded money for medical care or else there would be false accusations that Tom and Ken had abused their children. Or perhaps Jim was planning to make accusations of accusations of Tom and Ken abusing each other's children.

Maybe in Jim Kiraly's fevered and delusional vision it was going to be his son Ken and granddaughter Riane or his son Tom and grandson Paul. I don't know. As with everything else in the Kiraly Cases, very little was spelled out. And very little made sense.

Tom Kiraly accused me of offering to put Ivan Kmeta's books of poetry in my will. Of offering to give Tom the books after I passed away. Oh wait... I did do that.

Ivan Kmeta, Tom Kiraly's Grandfather and mine, had written a number of books of religious poetry. Grace Kiraly, thoughtless woman that she is, had lost some of them immediately after I passed them on to her. However, I had others. I offered Tom the books of Ivan's poetry because I didn't want them to be lost as well.

As I understood it, Tom was the executor and therefore the one who should take responsibility for the books. I believe that Tom called the offer an attempt to harm his livelihood. I've had some difficulty understanding the accusation. It's my belief that Bar Association groups and other parties may agree that it is, at the very least, confusing.

Tom added that a Happy Birthday call I'd made to him was “stalking”. I guess the facts that the call was scheduled in advance with his assistant, that Tom took the call initially with apparent pleasure, that we talked for a while about a number of issues, that he told me to call back in two or three weeks, that he talked with me on multiple occasions after that, and that he never once asked me not to call him... I guess none of that is relevant.

Except to the Justice Department, to lawmakers at different levels of government, to anti-abuse groups, to autism advocates, to churches, and to the media. Every branch of the media. I'll be keeping every lawful and appropriate promise that I've made over the past year and a half.

Besides the Happy Birthday call and the gift of our Grandfather's books, the specific charges that Tom Kiraly brought were... well, actually, I'm not aware of any. Tom implied that I'd hacked his mail. He implied that I was planning to accuse him of abusing his kids. Or maybe it was just Jim implying that. Some of this was pretty vague even for innuendo.

Regardless, Tom implied all sorts of things. My second favorite piece of Abuse of Process is a fantasy that was written by Jim Kiraly. This was a story which implied that the police had called me about Jim. The call never happened. Tom did not appear in the story and he had nothing to do with its imaginary events. But Tom recited the story as though it was about him and begged the Court to save him from... what? Once again, Tom wasn't even in the story.

It was all like this. Nothing significant was spelled out. No specific accusations. It didn't matter. Jim and Tom used a hole in the legal system known as CLETS. As I understand it, this is a measure that's intended to protect battered women in emergencies. So all of the usual legal safeguards are missing.

Here's the best part. Tom simply stopped taking calls from me. He never asked me not to call him. So you won't find much in the legal papers to justify even weak charges of “harassment”. Instead... implied hacking and implied accusations of blackmail related to abuse.

I'd like to repeat publicly at this point that remarks in 2012 about abuse were connected to Jim Kiraly and not to Tom or Ken Kiraly. And that remarks about abuse were accurate, have been sworn to under oath, and are hereby asserted publicly as facts. Additionally, that such remarks will be affirmed once again under oath if this proves to be necessary.

Jim Kiraly... he fell back on implying that there had a been massive series of “harassing” phone calls from 2011 to 2012. When in fact there was never a single discussion with him during this period that was anything but pleasant until the day that he threatened me with the police over the book that I was writing. And, after that, until Jim started to talk about “don't be afraid... to give me something... to prosecute Bob”.

Here's a fun fact. Like Tom, Jim never asked me not to call after Grace's visit to me in 2012. Not to mention the point that every call in 2012 was from Grace to me until Jim became furious about the calls to the church and the volunteer group and renewed his threats.

So what did Jim submit as “evidence” in legal actions? A call “log” that he appears to have faked. To the best of my knowledge, he didn't subpoena my phone records. Interesting point, huh? And, in fact, the call “log” doesn't seem to demonstrate anything but that I've told the truth since the beginning.

Jim also submitted chilly but polite postcards that I'd sent him and Grace after Jim's threats against me. Hey, did you know... the police in Jim's city approved the postcards. I wanted to do the right thing so I called the police and asked them how to proceed. My guess is that my abuser doesn't talk about that part much. It would be sort of awkward.

Oh, and Jim threw in transcripts of phone calls that I made primarily to my brothers after I became frightened. Calls in which I said I'd seek legal recourse or publicize the situation. Well, actually... I'm going to do both of those things to the extent that it is possible.

But, in the end, none of this mattered. How do you defend yourself against millionaires like Jim Kiraly and Tom Kiraly who imply that you've done something wrong and they won't say what it is? The answer is, you don't. The system doesn't work that way.

It gets better.

Due to the fact that I was never served, I ended up with an attorney who had both pluses and minuses. On the plus side, he did present an offer to my abuser Jim that should have ended the Kiraly Cases. The offer gave Jim essentially everything except for taking down website content, which had been demanded, and the right to put me in a violence database.

Jim rejected the offer. Jim is the one who knocked me to the floor. I was always too terrified of Jim to raise a hand against him even in self-defense. But during these legal actions my violent abuser insisted on the right to put me in a violence database.

At the end, I learned that George Kerechanko was planning to testify against me. About what? I've read what George and Sandy said to my abuser. If I remember correctly, they compared me to Russell Kerechanko. The crime that I'd committed, in George and Sandy's eyes, was to be Russell.

Actually, I wasn't Russell Kerechanko. But people work backwards from desired conclusions.

Lisa, do you recall the request that you made and do you understand my point?

You said “I would also like to ask that my parents name be removed from your blog” and justified this by adding “it would only hurt them to hear such things are being written about them”.

Everything that I present as the truth is the truth as I understand it. I make corrections when appropriate. And I never wanted any of this. Or deserved any of it. My life was smashed to pieces by lies and the pieces will never be put together again.

But this is not the point. The irony is the point. The apparent sarcasm and lack of thought on your part doesn't help. Lisa, I mean this as kindly as possible under the circumstances:

You are out of line.

There is another factor that is worth thinking about. When you fight for lies, you make it easier for abusers to hurt people. Women as well as children. But I've learned the hard way that when push comes to shove... if make-believe is simpler it will usually win.

Regards, Robert (the Old Coder and he is old indeed)