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Better left Unsaid

I’ve been told that when I am angry with someone I should just write them a letter and never send it.

I’ve never agreed with that.  If I am angry at someone, I will tell them.  I reserve that line of thinking for things that are on my mind but are better left unsaid for any number of reasons.

Now, I’m a modern man, so I do not write letters just because I’m emotional and never send them – I write emails regarding something I need to tell them, then add “On a more personal note:” and then send the email sans “On a…” to the end.

The following example I wrote today to my lawyer.  By the way of back-story I should tell you that although I am not a lawyer and barely a graduate of communications (I tell people I got my BA in BS!) I have worked in and with several law firms and several lawyers.  I am decently versed in the legal realm as I have written literally hundreds of legal pieces, from motions to red-lines to emails to billing statements to HUD statements to filing ect.  I have done everything short of represent someone in court or officially give legal advise.  I have not told my attorney this, nor do I think I will.  Let it just be said – I think he is an idiot and should be brought-up for attorney review and I will be taking him to fee arb if he ever gives me the bill he has been promising for over a year.

Without further ado, here is my latest “better left unsaid” email.

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On a more personal note:

Regarding our phone conversation the other day, you stated that my wife would not get good service in the future and has not from you thus far because you don’t like my tone and my insults (that I do not see nor know of) and I was wondering if you really meant that or if you were just blowing off steam.

Also, you did not answer the question as to whether or not your performance so far has been an example of you doing your best.  I feel it is an important question.

You admit to not noticing the court restraining me, a non party to this specific matter, and not knowing that it is not a legal or enforceable restraint because of it.  You also told me I was wrong when I pointed it out to you, but three days of research later you finally figured-out that the court cannot restrain a person who is not only not a party to the case, but had not been given notice, nor was present to defend himself.  Well thanks for finally admitting I was right for the last 9 months.

It is a matter of record that you failed to file any cross-motion as requested, as of yet, although our correspondence proves we spelled-out what the order should contain in the email last dated April 5. 2010, 87 days prior to court and 72 days prior to when the cross-motion needed to be filed.  You completely and utterly failed to be, in any way, professional and were instead improper and negligent regarding this matter. A total actus reus that should have you running to kiss my ass while informing your insurance carrier and hiring your own attorney for your review.  This isn’t my opinion.  This is a matter of fact, verifiable through court filings, billing statements, and date/time stamped correspondence between us.

Although you disagree with me on the number, we both know you missed several meetings without giving us notice – leaving us standing in your parking lot for over an hour, and have yet to respond to requests about the “bill” you have been telling me you about for about a year.

I feel like you yelled at me and spoke down to me as if I were an idiot at the beginning of the aforementioned phone conversation and it made me very upset.  I heard you tell me that I don’t know what is going on and I need to stop pretending to be a lawyer, or pretend that I have any understanding of what is going on.  I hope you understand that the reason I am dissatisfied with your service thus far is spelled-out in the preceding paragraphs.  I feel no animosity towards you or your practice.  I have not been mad, angry, ect at you or your practice.  I am just a consumer who wish to express his dissatisfaction with the services given.  There is nothing personal and I would thank you to keep your personal insults towards me to yourself.

With Warmest Regards,

Scott Sinope

Piss on you

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Sometimes I have to wonder.  Wonder why I bother to read certain people, wonder why I care, wonder why I feel I need to respond, wonder how can she believe herself, wonder how she sees herself, wonder.

My life has been filled with wonder and wondering.  I always strove to find the answers to all of my “what if” questions.  I didn’t take the road less traveled, I took it to the end, backed-up and went the other way to see where it would end.  I would strive to find the best conclusion.  I would strive to know what is on the other side.

I have seen myself riding the wave of success, working in a law firm, running a business for a senator.  I have seen myself digging in the dirt, scrounging and scraping to survive.  I have seen my wife – for the first time, in her wedding dress, in her despair, in her joy, through her struggles, through her waves.  I have seen my boys.  I saw both of them when they were born, I felt both of them kick in the womb.  I saw their first steps, heard their first words, dried their tears, gave and received the high-fives, the hugs.  I played ball with them, rode bikes with them, hiked with them, ran with them, played with them, built with them, destroyed with them, fixed with them.

All of this, and I am still in my 20’s.

Still in my 20’s.  That will be the last time I can say this.  In three hours I will be 30.  I’m not afraid or resentful.  I am actually looking forward to it because it is hard to be taken seriously as a person, a thinker, an idealist, a father, a professional, a tradesman, a husband when you are classified as a “twenty-something.”  I am ready to be taken seriously.

At this point of my life, I don’t have much that I would like to try, roads I want to travel, but I welcome it all, good bad or indifferent, with open arms and an open mind.

I have trouble remaining complacent anymore.  If you go back to the beginning of this horrid blog you may glimpse at the beginning, the awakening, of this condition I am afflicted with.  You might see the original symptoms, the acrid catalyst.

I have read numerous comments on Facebook and twitter regarding this journalistic undertaking, and so far they have all been positive, but I expect nothing different from my friends, family, acquaintances, and others who follow me for other like interests.  It is the other comments, the ones on other blogs, the ones in person from people who only recognize me from photos of my family, or where told who I was by other readers – those who don’t know me but still enjoy my views and musings.  Don’t mistake my meaning, not all were in agreement with me, but they all enjoyed reading it.  Some were surprised by my youth,  some by my profession, some by my calmness, none by my extroverted gregariousness.

I would like to take this quiet moment of self-reflection to thank all of you for taking the time to read my palaverous, meandering, writings and thoughts.  I would also like to thank my political detractors  for keeping my opinions grounded.  Finally, I would like to thank the dirty hippie idiot.  Without her as an impetus, this whole web-log branch of my life would have gone unexplored, and I would not have learned that my thoughts I once thought to be on the fringe of societal norms, are actually all common and shared in my community, (and on a side note, I’ve learned not to believe what I hear or read in the news.)

Oh well, enough with the back patting and on to current events.

As always, I will work in chronological order on a blog without logic – the dirty hippie idiot.

Her blog starts as a tease, hinting that she will shut-up for a while, but alas, (spoiler alert) she blogs again less than a week later, but more on that later.  In this reasonless rant she condones and condemns the same person in one intellectually devoid paragraph.

Her main issue is that she asked the road department supervisor, whom she constantly, consistently, and continuously; derides, disrespects, ridicules, scoffs, scorns, and sneers at, whom she hurls accusations, insults, innuendo, and insinuation at.  She asks him to do a job directly related to his position on the road department.  She states he does so professionally, quickly, and quietly.  That is her problem.  She goes on about how she grills him about personal, professional, and political matters in his capacity as a committee member, and not as a road department member.

Let me repeat that because you may have missed it;

This woman, who hurls accusations, threats of lawsuits, investigations, and prison at a committee member is complaining when he refuses to engage her in political discussion and answer her personally slanted questions off the record outside of a public meeting while on the clock in a different, yet still public, position.  If she wasn’t trying to play him as an idiot and an asshole, then she is an idiot and an asshole.

She goes on about how she will no longer be writing her trash because she is going to publish her drivel and have it turned into a television show.  Now, I enjoy watching TV (right now I’m watching a storage wars show,) but she might actually make that happen!  She makes reference to working with the director of Malcolm in the Middle, and I have to assume she does not mean Holland because he is financially occupied for the next few years, and certainly not the number two director Mr. Melman because she would not refer to an ancient work when he has been so prolific on MTV for the last few years, but instead perhaps speaking of Mr. D’Ovidio, a man who followed first director Holland for a short while after MitM ended and is now looking on taking a chance on making a name for himself, and he may not be that picky (he worked on Critters 2 and Black Sheep, [although he did act in the awesome sauce that was The Wizard in the 80’s.])  The only problem she has is a legal one.  Her writings aren’t enough to garner interest, she would need the interaction of others and I stated in one of my first comments that everything I said on her blog was a part of my character that I created, that gives me rights to it, and anything I write on here I obviously own, so – go for it hippie, I would love to burn your house after I own it and watch from Dave’s.  Seriously, if it gets you to move away, I will happily introduce you to some producers from NBC I’ve met over the years.  Good luck!

Next!

My brief glimpse of hippiless glory is destroyed by more of her crap seeping through the cracks of the internet.  It is short and pointless, but I can’t help but laugh with glee over the lunacy on display.  She actually believes that India is building a border fence (similar to the proposed US/Mexico fence) with its neighbor Bangladesh because… wait for it… wait for it… because….  because…. India is trying to stop the refugees from coming into India because Bangladesh is  sinking into the sea!  That’s right, you heard it THERE first, Bangladesh is not only going to disappear, but those heartless Indians know about this years in advance and are building a fence to force all the Bangladesh to drown!  They aren’t building it to stop the influx of criminals, drugs, migrant illegal workers (the same problems we have with Mexico) ect, NO!  They are building this fence to stop the Bangladeshi from surviving the Noahian flood.

It’s time to stop writing this and get back to work on my not-so-short story.

Thank you for reading and I’m sorry about the lack of pictures this time, but I simply don’t feel like posting any.

 

 

 

 

What the what?

As all of us fellow bloggers know and understand, there are ways of tracking the traffic to our sites to help us understand who is coming in to read us and, possibly what drew them in.

Other things are searches we run that search for links to our blogs.  Neat right?

Are you sitting down?   For all of you who read my writings, whether you like me or not, whether you agree with me or not, you know that I am nothing to be feared and, while towing the line of good taste, never cross boundaries.

That is why I was so surprised this afternoon.  Two of my readers came directly from the secure “bluecoat” section of the NJ State Police.  They have also linked me on a page or mass email.  Why?

What would cause this to happen?  Did someone, upset with my point-of-view, bare false witness against me?  Did the brass just find me amusing, and decided to inflict my muttering on others?

What the what?

I would expect that this is all an innocuous coincidence,  for it there was an investigation against me, they would be more discrete, not leave a virtual calling card on my dashboard– but still– the psychopath in my blogisphere has threatened me with suit and then sent her minor child to attack me (possibly to lure me-) but that begs the question of who the real threat is- the harmless writer or the parent who sends their daughter into battle as a mini-Trojan Horse, who, then, causes or incites alarm against a private individual who has done nothing wrong and directly stated he meant no harm, nor would pose no threat in prior weeks of an ongoing te-de-te.

Well, good day cruel world- and to any members of NJ’s finest, please feel free to contact me directly with any questions or comments you may have.

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