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2018 GATELY FAMILY’S WORST YEAR EVER!!!
Well if you think 2017 was a bad year, you better sit down for this our “WORST YEAR EVER,” 2018.
January. Ann’s Paranoid Delusional personality is getting worse by the day. She’s scared and afraid of everything me, especially if it’s electronic. Ann returned all Dayton’s Alexa Echo devices from last year Christmas. His Echo DOT, Smart Plug and Multi Color WiFi Remote Control Light Bulb; she fears them all! She now puts on this whiney, crying show in court. I’m not sure if the Judge is naive, or just feels sorry for Ann. The Judge falls for it 100% of the time. The Ann I married would NEVER put on a spectacle like this, or ever act this way. I’m sure her new “Kardashian” court performances were coached to her by her Lawyer. The court drama is working for them, as Ann finally got her “Order of Protection” against me thru 2020. Ann had tried to get an Ord of Protection three times previously but failed. Now with Ann’s new court drama acting skills combined with her Lawyer making a big a’s ordeal out of my penned 2017 Christmas Letter. Me coming by her condo ONE TIME uninvited early New Years eve. And finally the biggy; how I allegedly electronic stalked, GPS tracked our new jointly leased 2016 Sienna Mini van that she’s been driving around. If I had had a lawyer on my side, they would have been able to get these ridiculous accusations tossed out. But since I was trying to save our family money by representing myself ProSe, Ann’s Lawyer STEAM ROLLED me with our Lady Judges blessings. This Order of Prot. also included 90 days of SUPERVISED VISITAION for our minor children Dayton & Emily, until May 1, 2018 at 5:00PM. I’m still thinking those Rx P or V “Happy Pills” would have been a much cheaper and better solution, for all of us, especially my poor mixed up Anne. From here it gets ugly, because I had a gun collection the State now wants to confiscate; which luckily I had transferred out of state the previous July 17’ to a friends house for safe keeping; so I thought. Our Lady Judge orders me to retrieve said 99 guns from Arkansas within the next 14 days and bring them back to turn into the Brookfield Police, or ELSE!! Then our Lady Judge disappears on a vacation for a month+.
Here comes February. On February 10th, a year and a day after my “D-Day” (2/9/17), my longest living father of 39 years Robert Bahr passes away suddenly. Due to funeral arrangement's I was not able to attend court on the 99 gun disposition. I informed Ann’s lawyer of my predicament, and he said “don’t worry I’ll take care of it”. Oh yea he took care of it all right, he filed a Contempt of Court action for my failure to show up, which pisses off the temporary new Ms. Judge sitting in for our vacationing Lady Judge. 2 days after my father’s burial, I show up in repeat court unaware any of this has transpired. The temp Ms. Judge angrily dismiss all my 95 firearm transfer sales records, and has me arrested, paraded away in hand cuffs, to be incarcerated in Cook County Jail, the “Hotel California” on 26th street. She say’s I’ll be held in Jail until I can produced gun sales documents. Signed receipts for the 95 guns sold and transferred. Something Ms. Judge knew I would never be able to do, because they don’t exist! Because It’s NOT A CRMINAL, but a Civil charge, I can’t get a Public Defender and there’s NO BAIL to ever get me out. So I’m in JAIL LIMBO for 2 months, Crook County style…
March, still in JAIL. I’m in a medical wing, a large dorm style room with 35 beds surrounded by brick walls on 3 sides, with a row of one way glass across the front by the social tabled eating and sitting areas. There are no windows that you can look outside to, only a row at 9’ skylight ceiling height along the rear brick wall. There’s one TV and an occasional Microwave that we share with 4 other rooms. There is a melting pot of men from all social economic levels, races and creeds. I’m the ONLY guy in because of a Divorce. Everyone else’s in for Shoplifting, Theft, DUI’s, Assaults.... One creepy looking white guy’s in for Murder. The guy in the bed behind me is a rich trust-fund-baby from Burr Ridge. He’s a well politically connected million dollar day trader with a young family that visits and contacts him daily. He’s also currently a Boy Scoutmaster. His jail story is he was arrested for Shoplifting, because he had what was equivalent to a senior moment due to the pain medication he’s taking from a rock climbing accident at Yosemite many years ago. Being distracted by a Cell Phone conversation with his wife, he walks out of Walmart pushing a cart of unpaid merchandize. When he’s confronted loading it into his car, he apologized and offers to pay with his Platinum Gold American Express Card. They arrest him instead. My day begins at 8AM, and goes till ~12AM. Between 1PM and 3PM the lights and TV go off for quiet time. The rest of the day we lay around and watch TV. We get 3 meals, one hot one at dinner time, lots of bread, peanut butter, jelly and baloney sandwiches. Free transportation to court, medical, dental, RX and hair cuts. It’s like being in the hospital, or at home sick with a noisy group of bored people around with nothing to do. The whole time I was their, my children NEVER contacted me once. Around mid March I hire another Lawyer as our regular Lady Judge returns from vacation land. Judge lets me out of Jail to House arrest. It’s called E.H.M., Electronic Home Monitoring an ankle bracelet with a home cellular phone unit that monitors my movements. Lets the Sheriff Police know when I leave and come back home. Only allowed to be at home, work and Aldis. Now I’m in the same class as Bill Cosby or Harvey Weinstien, minus the millions. Ann and her lawyer has convinced the Lady Judge that because there are mass shootings all over the country each week, if I’m allowed to go free I’ll drive to Arkansas, retrieve my guns and
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