So my attorney met in the Judge’s Chambers last Tuesday morning with the Judge and rival attorneys and came up with the idea of Righting the Boat, that is, to restore my power in the Trust and deny my brother’s ability to usurp it. What amazes me is how the rival attorneys simply parrot whatever my brother tells them to say, including calling me an employee instead of a duly appointed member of the Trust administration, including citing Hawaii Probate Rule 40 and also a Hawaii Probate Statute that are both irrelevant and immaterial. I think my brother has always regretted not becoming an attorney. But I doubt he even has his BA degree from the University of Hawaii because I’ve never seen it.
What happened to the family after my father passed on? Or, was it already self-destructing while he was alive, only I didn’t realize it? Take a look at Page 1 from HOUSE OF LIES, published by Missouri State University and help me decide what might have been going on.Here my brother and I are awaiting the arrival of my father after getting booted out of Punahou School in Honolulu for cutting Woodshop. I know it sounds ridiculous, but this set the table for what would happen later that day–me running away from home to avoid a beating.
Today is the Conference Call! I will be participating in a proposed settlement with my brother’s attorneys in the judge’s quarters at First Circuit Court in Honolulu. Don’t hold your breath. My brother is out for blood and probably won’t rest until I have been destroyed financially. How did this happen? From an early age I realized he hated me, and you can see a photo taken on the island of Moloka’i and a story here: http://www.themontrealreview.com/2009/the-day-of-the-ulua.php