As an Army brat I learned how to cuss at a very early age. Profanity was an art form to my father, Lt. Col. Leonard P. Lynch; to him a man wasn't a man unless he could cuss out his rivals and enemies. The old adage that, "sticks and stones may break may break my bones but words will never hurt me," did not apply to a war hardened Army officer who had fought the Japanese from island to island in the Pacific or who had waged war against the communist in Korea. Words uttered in rage from my father's lips would strike as daggers to the heart and practically kill a foe. Yet he used his profanity with skill, and only directed it toward those well deserving of his ridicule. It was a lesson well taught to me, for as a child I listened to his war stories and picked up on his profanity at an early age, a skill I would now like to direct at a few deserving soulless sons of bitches who acted in terrible ways that hurt and harmed me, my dear mother, La Faye S. Lynch, and my dear brother, Lawrence Conrad Lynch (Larry), who is a mentally challenged person given he has mental retardation! Hence I've prepared what I will most appropriately call, "Tal's Shit List."
Carl Gregory Lynch -- Top on my list is my eldest brother, Carl Gregory Lynch, who is a certified bully if ever there were one. Unfortunately we cannot chose our kin but if this were possible I'd certainly wish that Greg had been hit by a truck and been killed instead of my dearest brother, Stephen. Throughout my life Greg has done nothing but endeavor to hurt and harm me. His soul is certainly dark incrusted by a rusted shell of red hair and a temperament which explodes at the slightest hit of criticism. I imagine if he ever reads this he will have a stroke and it will be the end of him -- good riddance! This was the brother who abandoned me as a toddler alone in a woods; the same brother who mowed through a Fire Ant hill with a lawn mower when I was a child and made me stand in the angry ants; who through me almost naked into a patch of stinging nettles; who cowardly beat, battered and abused me and my siblings until we were teenagers; who as an adult let foul mouth lies spew from his lips; threatened to destroy my life; submitted fraudulent documents it the Montgomery Country Probate Court to try to have me committed after he kidnapped Larry, my brother who has mental retardation who I was charged to care for by my dear mother who had voluntarily made me her attorney-in-fact via a Durable Power of Attorney as well as Larry's medical proxy; Greg also conspired to make himself attorney-in-fact of my dear mother when she was ill and incapacitated and had dementia; plus, Greg then conspired to exploit Larry and to make himself executor of my dear mother's Last Will and Testament. Certainly Greg will go to his grave a pathological liar in my eyes, and burn in hell if there is justice in the hereafter. Greg is indeed so unlike me that I marvel that we had the same loving, caring parents. Certainly if there is truth to the fact that there exist rotten or corrupted genes, Greg got his stock of them!
Reese McKinney, Jr. --
Another man who I would like to curse is Montgomery County Probate Judge, Reese McKinney, Jr. This is the judge who made my dear mother a ward of the State of Alabama, the same judge who also signed Greg's pack of lies petition to have me committed after I tried to stop Greg from kidnapping Larry. You see, Larry and I were always very close. I protected Larry from Greg's abuse and the abuse and insults others would inflict upon him for being different. I helped take care of Larry for many years. Then the day after a neurologist diagnosed my dear mother as having dementia, Greg came to my home with his daughter, Sharon Crenson, and kidnapped Larry. They took Larry away by force as we were making preparations to go see an attorney. Greg and Sharon abducted Larry, pulled and dragged him, forcing Larry to get in a rental car, and speed away with Larry, endangering his life, as they were driving a car that had only tree inflated tires and did not take Larry's medicine which was critical to his life! I wish I'd been able to disable that fourth tier, but I was not able to, as Greg was approaching the car and I was convinced he was quite mad, so I moved away from the car and watched as Greg accelerated, speeding away with Larry. That was the last time I saw Larry. God I hope he has not come to any harm.
Thus I bid Judge Reese McKinney Jr. a fond fuck you bastard! This is a man who apparently cannot tell truth from lie, who has treated my dear mother like a virtual slave, without respect for her wishes and desires that I should be her guardian/conservator; who appointed nonrelative attorneys to be my dear mother's guardian/conservator, attorneys who then sued me to result in the loss of my home and property! This man is a greedy and corrupt bastard and if he were dung I'd flush him down the nearest toilet after pissing upon his honorable black robe. If you are listening God and are a vengeful God, send Judge Reese McKinney Jr. on a quick express to hell, as this man has no more business being a judge than Satan has sitting on the Almighty's throne!
Sharon Crenson --
Next I would like to give my niece, Sharon, a piece of my mind. What in God's name got into your head that caused you to come to my home with you father, to kidnap Larry? Have you gone mad! What were you thinking of? Why did you do such a crazy thing? Do you have some hatred for my mother, me or Larry? Why would you want to go against the wishes of my mother in regards to anything which relates to Larry? I must conclude that the reason was money, as certainly you asked my dear mother to help pay off your enormous educational loan debts, an action which I opposed. So by kidnapping Larry he has been exploited for his benefits. Perhaps you and Greg hoped to get more of my dear mother's property, not aware that it was already in my name. Thus I conclude you were motivated by greed, and for that I also curse you, as your actions, no matter how you may see them in your twisted mind, hurt and harmed Larry and hurt my dear mother. Thus, Sharon, I serve you a sweet platter of turds and hope you choke to death on them, enjoying your eternity burning in the flames of Hades! However and whenever you depart this good earth you will not have my tears, not a one!
That may be rather harsh, as I always loved Sharon. I endeavored to be a mentor to Sharon and would not have thought it like her to conspire with her father to kidnap Larry and whisk him away, out of state, to Colorado. But I guess Sharon must be sick and perhaps her illness, whatever it is, brought her to do such a terrible deed. There certainly was no sane reason for what Greg and Sharon did. If they wanted to help take care of Larry or my dear mother, all they had to do was sit down and talk about it with me. But instead they chose to act out their own selfish desires, no doubt hurting Larry and my dear mother in the process, not to mention hurting me. So though I am of a forgiving nature, one can only turn the cheek and be stabbed in the back so many times, before its either submit to crucifixion and mortal death, or defend one's self. I chose not to hurt, harm or kill Greg and Sharon on that fateful day they stole Larry away, which was certainly within my power and means. In fact, it would have taken violent force to stop Greg and Sharon who were assaulting me and Larry, not vice versa. My reaction was to distance myself from them and attempt to disable their rental car. Greg lied about what happened to police, trying to make it appear like I was threatening him; and told the court he was afraid I was trying to hunt him down and kill him. God, what utter nonsense! What paranoia and lies! If I had wanted to kill Greg I could have done it when he and Sharon came to abducted Larry; but that thought never entered my mind. I'm a poet, not an assassin! God, what an idiot, what a liar, I have for an eldest brother! He must have been either suffering from paranoid delusions or trying to weasel his way out of one lie upon another! I would never try to kill my eldest brother -- what an ass he is for saying that. Even though he may have acted to hurt and harm me and bullied me his entire life, I'm a loving soul, not a brut like him. Greg is the black sheep of this family, not me! He is the brut, the one who has always beat and bullied his siblings. I have always responded with defensive actions, with words, cursing his violent temper tantrums! I guess Greg is sick and has been sick his entire life. In fact, I was told by an expert that Greg probably has a borderline behavior disorder. Another psychiatrist wrote that Greg may be suffering post traumatic stress syndrome from his experiences in the Viet Nam War and the military. But I think Greg is just a coward and a weasel, hardly worth popping! Instead, I curse Greg and Sharon for what they did to Larry and to my dear mother, I curse them just as my dear father might beckon from his grave and say, "To hell with you! Rot the both you!" Fester in your greed and selfishness and may maggots eat your brains and entrails when you come to your end time, for certainly the doors of heaven's gate will be locked shut on that fateful day!
LuAn Long & Ed Parish, Jr. --
My cursing is not done. You see, cursing is very therapeutic. And I'm in need of a bit more therapy, as any who read this might agree. Thus I curse everyone who had any part or role in the exploitation of my dear mother, La Faye S. Lynch. This includes the administrator of Crowne Nursing Home and those who spoke at my mother's hearing unkindly of me, when they know not of what they spoke. It also includes the attorneys, LuAn Long and Ed Parish, who had the audacity to sue me in my dear mother's name. This was an evil act if ever there was an evil act. My dear mother and I had a very close and loving relationship; she would NEVER have sued me for anything! This law suit amounts to a legal lie, a fraud upon the court if ever there was one! I always acted as she wished and desired. To sue a most loving son who always acted in his dear mother's best interest, was nuts! This was an act of greed and corruption, one which was not in my dear mother's best interest. To think that you can just sue a mother's loving and caring son because she has dementia and may never realize what was done, and cannot object, is pure evil! These lawyers are evil bastards of the cruelest kind. They should be disbarred and thrown in a prison cell to rot. I curse them and the antiquated law upon which they based their actions, and urge all who may see the light to take action to repeal and reform those laws which enable such exploitation of the elderly, such dishonor and disregard for the wishes and desires of a mother with respect to her most loving son, laws corrupted by greed that contribute to the destruction of families when a parent or grandparent becomes ill or incapacitated.
Kathryn Dickey --
There is another lawyer I would like to serve a platter of cow dung; her name is Kathryn Dickey. My dear mother said to me after she got off the phone with Ms. Dickey that, "I never want to speak to that bitch again!" My mother was not one to curse lightly so when she uttered profanities at Ms. Dickey that tells me they were most deserved. It was Ms. Dickey who defended claims I brought against Greg and Sharon as well as who went with Greg to the Montgomery Police Department to urge that they take action against me when I tried to stop Greg and Sharon from kidnapping Larry by attempting to disable their rental car. No doubt Ms. Dickey had her own spat with me, given I had stood up and argued against her in court after Greg and Sharon had placed a dumpster in the driveway and used it like a weapon to intimidate my dear mother, trashing the house. Later I filed a complaint with the Alabama Bar Association against K. Dickey, one she weaseled out of. This woman is hired gun; a damn good attorney, no doubt, but one who in my opinion was representing the wrong side. Criminals get off all the time because they have enough money to afford a good attorney. But that does not mean they are without guilt or are innocent of the crimes they commit. Thus I curse K. Dickey and also flush her and all her tricks and clever legal maneuvers down the commode! It is not honorable to represent liars, cheaters, cowards, criminals, bullies, abusers or those who exploit the elderly or incapacitated. This was obvious to anyone who watched the O.J. Simpson murder trial. Good legal representation got O.J. off the hook as surely as Greg and Sharon got off by having a good attorney. I hope they paid you well, Ms. Dickey, but however much they paid you, you can't take it with you. You aren't going to be able to bribe your way into heaven, Ms. Dickey, so say your prayers and ask for God's forgiveness, as you aren't getting mine!
Now I'm sure there are some names I did not mention who deserve a bit of my wrath. To you I say simply, I'll send you a postcard to Hell, for that's surely where you're headed if you earned my serpent's tongue. Ah, but you know what. All that I've spouted is but a trifle in comparison to the echoes I hear from my father's grave. For these were not my word, but his! I have simply reflected that spirit of my father, and said what he might have said of those who hurt and harm his dear wife, my mother, and Larry, their child forever. If any have every spoken from the grave through those who have loved them dearly, then so has spoken my father, to curse those destined for the fires of hell!
It is not profanity to curse evil, to curse injustice, nor to curse the darkness which attempts to destroy life and love. Thus if you believe any of this scorn is unwarranted, take note. I am a champion of life and love and all I have done is defend those who cannot defend themselves. All I have done is attempted to speak out for life and love. All I have done is fling insults where insults were warranted; it is others who have done real harm. Harm by telling lies, harm through greed and corruption, and harm by aiding injustice, harm by hurting instead of responding with love.
I am no saint and not trying to win any Brownie points by dressing up in a monkey suit and tie, being nice and polite, or trying to play a role which would be a lie. I am but an Army brat, born and bred a soldier's son, a warrior, a rebel fighting for justice to the death. My bullets are words and my gun is a pen. If you get in my way I may one day shoot you down, as a sniper from afar. Today the bullets are words but tomorrow they could be lead, as that's what it sometimes takes to kill a terrorist or destroy vermin.
I am an Army brat and a pretty good shot at that! If you've earned my wrath you should thank God these bullets were only spat! Screw you all and the finger too! Up yours! Fuck off! Be gone! Isn't freedom of speech a wonderful thing! Perhaps the world would be a better place if we fought our wars with words instead of bullets and bombs.
You've heard that the old adage, "If you don't have anything good to say about someone, then don't say anything." Perhaps this bit of wisdom was meant to discourage gossip or to avoid casting one in a bad light by cursing those dark and evil souls they might take issue with who may have hurt or harmed them. The problem with this "nice guy" philosophy is that it enable those who are bullies, who hurt and harm others, to continue their action; it enable criminals to continue their criminal behavior and enables those who rape, robe, abuse, exploit or do other misdeeds, to get away with their crimes and to profit from them.
I believe a more appropriate action is to report misdeeds, to report criminal behavior, to bring them to light, that those who are hurting and harming others may not continue to do so without being noticed and that they may not continue to profit from their actions. As long as there is profit from bad behavior then those doing the misconduct may continue.
This is particularly true in the case of those individuals who are incapacitated or not able to speak out for themselves, as is the case with my dear mother and Larry. They have been hurt, harmed and exploited. This needs to be exposed and legal action taken to stop the exploitation, including action to reform laws which enable exploitation. This needs to be participated in by everyone who wants to effect change.
In order to work toward change, I established the Elder Rights Association (ERA). I am also producing a number of promotions to help raise awareness and gain support in regard to critical issues. Also I have tried to make people aware of my dear mother's situation via telling her story to anyone who might listen, via video or blog. One of the consequences of telling my story is that I have learned other horror stories involving the elderly who have been hurt, harmed and exploited. What happened to my dear mother is also happening to many, many other elderly who have been victimized by a broken elderly care system.
It is enlightening to learn about the social injustice which is afflicting our parents, grandparents and others who are incapacitated. The elderly are a large group which is growing larger daily and they are very susceptible to abuse and exploitation, not only by the broken elder care system, but by greedy, brutish family members. Since I grew up with a brutish elder brother who did terrible things to me and my mother, even kidnapping her own dependent child the day after she was found to have dementia, then trying to have me committed so that he could escape any consequences of his alleged criminal actions, I have seen first hand how terrible some people can behave. It is really quite disappointing and disgusting to be related to such a brute.
What more can be done to help those who cannot help themselves have been hurt and harmed? Our laws are suppose to help helpless, but that does not always happen. In the case of my dear mother and Larry the legal system did not work because instead of everyone coming together to help them, the response was one of greed and selfishness which resulted in their exploitation by hostile relatives as well as the courts, judges, lawyers and Crowne Nursing Home, the for-profit institution, where she was made a virtual prisoner and slave by those who wanted to maintain power and control of her income and benefits. This would not have happened had my dear mother's wishes and desires been followed and I been made her guardian/conservator.
Do you know of a similar horror story involving the elderly or incapacitated persons? If so, please share your story with me. This is a topic I would like to learn more about. Please write your story down and send it to Elder Abuse & Exploitation Report (Terry Lynch). I reserve the right to publish your story, so please only send me true accounts which I may publish on the Internet or in other media.
I would also actually like to hear any good things people have to say about those on my "Shit List." I would especially like to know what Greg and Sharon have to say about all the terrible things they did. However, I doubt they will ever admit their crimes or explain to me why they did the terrible things they did. I doubt they will ever offer a sincere apology for their despicable actions in kidnapping Larry and/or exploiting my dear mother. But should they wish to do so, a letter or email would be appreciated. I promise not to use it in any future legal claims. I just want to know why you did what your did? Was it to hurt me and my dear mother, or did you just want the money?
I would also like to know if anyone else has been involved in cases involving elderly issues and the judges or lawyers who, I believe, were involved, directly or indirectly, in the exploitation of my dear mother and Larry, and/or helping or aiding others in this regard. Do you have a similar horror story to tell about any of these people?
Part of the problem with lawyers is that they can represent criminals, can in effect aid and abed criminal acts of exploitation and/or injustice, in the names of those paying them for their services, and then get off free, without punishment, based upon the defense that they are just providing legal service. In other words, if you are a criminal or want to participate in some criminal or fraudulent act, you can employ a lawyer to give you advise, and the lawyer who helps you is not accountable. This may be exactly what happened in the O.J. Simpson case. If O. J. Simpson murdered Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ronald Goldman, then he got off free given his excellent legal defense team and the fact he had the money to pay for such legal services. Of course O.J. was not so fortunate in the civil case which was brought against him.
"On February 5, 1997, the jury unanimously found there was a preponderance of evidence to find Simpson liable for damages in the wrongful death of Goldman and battery of Brown. In its conclusions, the jury effectively found Simpson liable for the death of his ex-wife and Ron Goldman. Simpson appealed the verdict. On February 21, 2008, a Los Angeles court upheld a renewal of the civil judgment against him." (Source O.J. Simpson murder case, Wikipedia)
I have sited the O.J. Simpson murder case as I watched this trial on television with my dear mother in 1995. This was prior to her becoming ill and being diagnosed with dementia in 2003. This was the same year that my dear mother made me her attorney-in-fact via making a Durable Power of Attorney. I mention this because it was indeed, "The trial of the century," one which many people watched on television and hence can identify with when it is sited. The O.J. Simpson case is an excellent example of how our legal system works, perhaps not always for the best. Although by itself my dear mother's case is not a murder trial of such acclaim, what has happened to her and Larry and what is happening to millions of other elderly and incapacitated persons in America, is a crime of grand scale! Hence it is important to not allow such crimes of abuse and exploitation to go unnoticed -- and to take action to stop the abuse and exploitation and bring to justice those responsible in all such cases.
Part of the problem is that appropriate legal action requires money. I ran out of the funds to make a legal claim and continue the legal battle for my dear mother and Larry. This was largely because once my dear mother was declared a ward of the State of Alabama, our assets were frozen. Then I was sued for my home. Essentially all the family money was taken away so there was not the means to pay a private attorney to help my dear mother. Therefore I'd like to ask everyone who wants to help and may be in a position to do so, to please make a donation. This will also help me keep this issue alive and educate and inform others with regard to the critical issue of elder abuse and exploitation.
In this regard I have established the Lynch Family Trust, as a private foundation. You may make a secure donation by clicking on the secure link below.
There are a number of other actions you may take to help. I've listed a few of these below: