Needless to say, I was unhappy. And I have a peculiar personality quirk. I try very hard to meet people half way. But if you really piss me off, I let you know it. I gave this situation careful thought, and here's how I viewed it. Judge Stephen George held what should have been a public hearing in private. He refused to hear witnesses who should have testified. He ignored physical evidence of the abuse (photographs). And he placed my grandsons back into an abusive situation. My opinion of Family Court in general, and Judge George in particular, was somewhat jaundiced. I decided to act.

First, I downloaded a complaint form from the Kentucky Judicial Conduct Commission. I wrote a rather scathing complaint about the judge, and got it in the mail Monday afternoon. Then I did the unthinkable. Since secrecy seems so important to the Family Courts here, I decided to go public.

First, I made a flyer detailing the abuse the boys have suffered and their sorry treatment by the authorities here. (I'll clue you in on all those details in another post.) It has two pictures on it, and is a very attractive flyer. It gets attention. It also explains that I've made a complaint about Judge George, and asks people to call and demand his removal.

Next, I went to the Dollar Tree and bought several pieces of poster paper and some stencils. While my graphic arts skills are weak, I nonetheless managed to put together a large poster. It has two pictures - the two I posted here. In large letters underneath the photos, it says, "Protect Our Children. Remove Judge Stephen George." By bedtime Monday night I was ready.

My friends universally agreed that I was nuts. The concensus seemed to be that I simply could not complain about a Family Court Judge in front of his own courthouse. They assured me I was facing imprisonment, torture, or death. And probably all three. I was undeterred. I believe in freedom of speech and the right to peacefully demand a redress of my grievances. So, Tuesday morning I showed up at the courthouse, sign, flyers, and all. More about that in my next post.

The trouble has begun.