Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Judge Paul Barbadoro

Dewayne C.

United States District Court, District of New Hampshire
Office of the Clerk  
55 Pleasant Street, Room 110
Concord, New Hampshire 03301-3941

Case Name: Clubb v. Southern New Hampshire Health System
Case Number: 16-cv-370-pb

To the most honorable Judge Paul Barbadoro,

It is with the utmost respect I submit the following letter to you so that this is filed along with the case. However, on the note of respect I will not refrain from being as blunt as I can, while trying to do so as respectful as I am able.
You had the chance to do the right thing.  However you did not.  You chose to not only let your political and spiritual affiliations guide your hand when you ultimately made the decision to violate my civil rights.  Thus, setting a highly dangerous legal precedent for future litigants championing civil rights.  At best they would certainly need to look up your court decision history, then decide very carefully how to proceed should they end up on your docket.  I am not just speaking of civil matters either.

Regarding the failure to state a claim? I believe I more than adequately stated what happened.  YOU alone chose to let the hospital have a free pass.  Again I reiterate the fact that you were ultimately motivated by your deep seated political and spiritual background.  I am well aware you are a member of the republican party which I am also more than aware is strongly faith based.  I am also more than fully aware of who appointed you to the bench.  Which brings me to my next point.  In reality I believe that you decided against me because (a I am not a christian & (b) I am openly gay.  It might also be because deep down the Republican party does not believe in mental illness treatment and has stated on countless occasions before.

Moving forward.  You denied me full due process as a citizen of this “supposed” great and free nation is entitled.  You denied my right to amend then compounded the error by rubbing salt in the wound when you stated my attempt was futile.  Whether I have to return to that branch of the hospital is irrelevant.  I am entitled to certain rights whether you like it or the corporate puppetmasters at Southern New Hampshire like it or not.  I am slowly but surely leanring that apparently we are not all entitled to the same liberties as everyone else.  Perhaps the U.S. Supreme Court should begin maintaining a running list of just who precisely in this country is allowed to have civil rights and who is not.

I originally brought this suit for the sole purpose of shedding light on how people with mental illness constantly get their rights violated.  You don’t have to be a legal scholar to read between the lines to know I was discriminated against.  To know I actually had a solid claim.  If I went out on the street and started grabbing people and dragging them out of my way then I’d be arrested.  Again, the laws seem to apply to certain classes of people.  The law in my favor doesn’t seem to apply to me because I’m not a member of the Republican party or a Christian.

I will ask you this your honor.  If my civil rights no longer exist? Then that means I am only a U.S. citizen at face value.  Therefore it should be within your power as a federal judge to strip me of my citizenship so that I can apply for emergency asylum in another nation that does respect it’s citizens. Another nation such as the United Kingdom, or perhaps even Ireland. If it’s not then fine.  I just thought I'd bring it up.  However before you continue using the bible as your crutch to be biased in your decisions, examine the following passage(s) from that good book of yours.

(a) John 8:15English Standard Version (ESV)
15 You judge according to the flesh; I judge no one.

(b) Matthew 5:44English Standard Version (ESV)
44 But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.

(c) Romans 2:11English Standard Version (ESV)
11 For God shows no partiality.

The following brief passage(s) is/are from two very important documents which SHOULD be important to us all.  The Preamble to the United States Constitution & the Declaration of Independence.

(a) “We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”

(b) “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

Again I believe I've made my ultimate point in the regards you did not judge this case without bias, or some partiality.  I have recently applied to a school for a creative writing degree. Beforehand I had tossed between a psychology degree as well, that and a paralegal degree.  I believe that a paralegal degree would serve me in the long run.  Eventually I could become a lawyer perhaps and stop cases like mine from being tossed to the wayside when a judge is so obviously biased in rendering his final decision.

In closing I would like to thank you for the time you spent reading this if you did.  If you didn’t then once more you dismissed me like my existence didn’t matter.  I can understand the lawyers working for the hospital.  They were being paid to violate a person’s rights.  You however, other than my already previously named ascertaining position on the matter, I will never know what went through your head. At the end of the day your honor, YOU will have to look at yourself in the mirror everyday and ask yourself, “Am I really upholding the laws of this great nation wholeheartedly?”

To protect myself from retaliation by you I will be posting a copy of this letter to my writer’s blog and sharing it online.   I also plan on appealing your decision whether you like it or not.  If after reading this letter you feel like finding me in contempt, by all means do so.  Send two U.S. Marshals down to Nashua to fetch me and bring me up to Concord to stand before you.

I will stand by everything I write as I have nothing to hide or lie about by stating the facts regarding everything that happened.  To reiterate the facts are: you sided with a hospital who discriminated against me, therefore denying me due process.  You let your personal political and spiritual beliefs influence your decision.  Either that or it was your personal clerk is fully responsible.  Daniel Lynch the clerk did all the work and you signed the paper without even knowing what was contained within the document. Should you ultimately decide to have me incarcerated on contempt of federal court charges, then be prepared for an even larger uphill legal battle that will thrust you directly into the spotlight.


Dewayne C.


****This letter has been altered from the original because of a statement presented that I could no longer verify.  Everything else remains the same.

Edward Lively

***Civils Rights & Abusers of Power***

Today I come to you on a more serious note.  Not relating to my works, but something important to each and every one of us.  Civil rights and those who abuse the rights of others.  

Today I wrote a letter addressing District Judge Paul Barbadoro for the federal district here in New Hampshire.  In my letter I stated my extreme displeasure at how he sided with Southern New Hampshire Hospital.  I also stated that I believe he was politically and spiritually motivated by his decision. In other words, he showed partiality in rendering his decision.  Yes I have balls.  Very big ones.

I won't ramble on too much here in this post as I'd like to share the letter with you.  I promised the judge in the letter (which will go out this week) that I would post it to my blog for my own protection.  By that I simply mean should Judge Barbadoro choose to retaliate against me for speaking up, there will be a record elsewhere to prove why he performed such civil liberty violations.

Why do I do this?  It's obviously not about money.  It's about doing what's right.  It's about shining a bright light into the dark recesses of what has corrupted our justice system.  As we all know though...once a snake is exposed they slither away to find themselves new deeper, darker hole.  I also do this because if someone doesn't stand up for what's right then we're done as a society!  Isn't that what our founding fathers fought against? The very tyranny every average American is enduring.  Well I say enough is enough!

The United States Constitution and the Declaration of Independence guarantees us such civil liberties which I am fighting for; that no one can just do anything they want to you and get away with it.  Judges are no different.  They're not gods among men, although quite a few may be deluded into believing they are.  Well I'm here to tell you they're not.

I will link the website for the law firm; specifically the lawyer involved in this case below.  I will also provide a link to the federal court house in Concord, New Hampshire as well.



The letter in it's full entirety on a following post, minus a few personal details for obvious reasons. My home address and phone number.  I realize by posting this letter there's probably no going back.  People will now know my personal name as my author name.  I don't care.  I feel in my heart I'm doing what is right.  What my grandfather taught me. That was to stand up for what you believe in.

Forever yours in truth,

Edward Alex Lively

Sunday, February 19, 2017

***10/6 Excerpt Pt 2***

A Nasty Discovery


A few moments later Ann was resting comfortably in the library of the house, sitting on a forest green, Queen Victoria style couch enjoying her juice.  When she first came into the library it took a moment or so for Ann to find her way around, even with the amount of light coming from her lamp.  At one side of the couch was a small dark cherry, triangle shaped end able.  Ann placed her lamp and the pitcher of juice on the table then took a moment to light two of the wall lamps opposite of one another with matches from her pocket.  Afterwards Ann went back to the kitchen briefly to fetch her glass, then she returned to the library where she stretched out on the couch.

As she was sitting there slowly sipping her juice Ann looked over at a large English style, mahogany bookcase with six wide shelves that was now partially lit up by the wall lamps and the lamp sitting on the small table.  The large bookcase stood in a far corner next to a grand looking black marble fireplace.  The old bookcase belonged to Ann’s father as did all the books on its shelves. Most of the books she knew that were in her father’s collection were primarily first editions.  The subject matter mostly pertained  to history on ancient civilizations such as ancient Rome, the Aztec Indians, and the Mayans just to name a few.  From where she was sitting and despite the low light, she could also see by the names on the spines there were other first edition books covering other material such as classical literature, different spiritual rituals of different cultures.  Ann knew her father had assembled his collection many years ago and over a lengthy period of time.  Apparently according to what her mother once stated, Ann’s father apparently at one time belonged to the Archaeological Society of Tejas.

Her mind then drifted to another matter.  The search for her mother.  Obviously Ann was worried about her mother.  She knew as mean as her mother was she really shouldn't have gave a damn.  But it was her mother still the same.  Right then Ann’s stomach started growling.  She remembered she hadn’t eaten anything herself since that afternoon.  She remembered there was some leftover pimento cheese in the icebox which sounded like an excellent snack. Ann swallowed the last sip of juice then reached behind her placing the empty glass on the small table.  She then stood even though it was painful and very slowly made her way from the library, then walking through the front hall to her left, and back into the kitchen.  Before the night was over with Ann had a sinking feeling she would be needing not just another pain pill or two, but she had a feeling she’d be also taking a mud bath in her pain crème.


Once she was back in the kitchen Ann stood in the doorway looking for anything out of place.   She then stepped over to the counter, setting the empty glass down on the counter and decided to first get some bread from the hidden pantry.  Just as she was about to reach the pantry a loud noise came from within.   It sounded almost as if something might’ve fallen but she couldn’t be sure.  Her first thought was that someone was inside the pantry itself and they'd knocked something off a shelf.  Ann called out loudly that she had a gun and she knew how to use it! When she heard nothing more Ann inched forward slowly.  Reaching out with her left hand trembling, Ann turned the handle on the hidden pantry door then yanked the door in her direction.  She prepared herself to flee as fast as she could if there was a monster or some other hideous creature sent by the devil inside.

Instead of finding evil incarnate itself inside or any of her other worst nightmares, she found a large mess instead.  Inside the pantry one of the upper shelves had collapsed causing everything to fall down onto the shelves below, thus causing those shelves to also collapse onto the shelves further down because of their age.  In turn everything on each lower shelf had then collapsed to the floor of the pantry causing a large mess of spilled dry food and other essential cooking ingredients.  Ann breathed with relief.  She felt safe but only for a moment because she quickly noticed there was something about the shelves collapsing and then the mess on the floor that bothered her.  The shelves she noticed had only collapsed because they apparently had too many items piled on top of them it seemed.  She looked closer at the items now laying on the floor of the pantry.

There was a fresh gallon of milk she remembered buying only three days ago, a carton of orange juice, a large bottle of mayonnaise, a tub of butter, a container of sour cream, and a carton of eggs.  That was to name just a few of the items.  So far it seemed to be items that were supposed to remain in the icebox.  Beneath the collapsed shelving and the many food items was something else of particular interest.  Ann leaned over so she could look closer.  The light coming from the kitchen wasn’t very bright and her eyes weren’t that good anymore either.  What she was looking at looked similar to the metal shelving from the icebox.


Ann backed away from the pantry’s doorway and then looked next to the pantry doorway over at the old white icebox sitting there by itself.  She then began to wonder about something.   Something definitely didn’t feel right about the current situation.  Something really felt wrong.  Ann decided to check the icebox.  Stepping over to the icebox and gripping the cold metal handle, she waited not even a second before yanking the icebox door open.  When she opened the door Ann was prepared to find an emptied out icebox. An icebox emptied of everything food related and all its shelving.  Instead what she found inside was the body of her mother shoved inside twisted at an odd angle.  At first glance her mother had been bound at the wrist, ankles, and then across her mother’s mouth was a large piece of silver duct tape.  Alice Hemphill’s grey eyes had an open blank stare.  Across her throat was a deep, fresh slash still dripping with blood.  Cut into her forehead were deep red gashes in the shape of the numerical digits, “10/6.”


Just as Ann managed to let out the most horrified scream she ever thought possible, the sudden sound like a door being kicked in could be heard coming from the main foyer.  The front door in fact was kicked in right then by two Tejas Police officers.  The officers drew their weapons after entering upon hearing Ann Hemphill’s initial scream.  The two officers quickly followed the sound of a subsequent scream down the front hall where they found Ann in the kitchen.  In the dim light the officers spotted Ann standing in front of the icebox staring at the mutilated corpse of her mother stuffed inside.  They wasted no time aiming their weapons at Ann’s backside, announcing themselves and then demanding she turn around with her hands up.  As Ann turned around with her hands up she barely made a sound as her eyes rolled back into her head, then she collapsed to the floor of the kitchen from pure fright.

The two responding officers who’d been dispatched to the Hemphill home were Tejas Police officers Bradley Davidson and his new partner. A rookie fresh out of the academy by the name Rusty Davis.  The rookie stepped closer to the icebox still keeping his gun aimed at a now unconscious Ann, he took one look at the semi-mutilated body stuffed in the icebox and immediately he fell to the kitchen floor passing out himself.  Bradley simply smiled, shaking his head as he placed his gun into the holster on his belt.  He reached for a small radio on his left shoulder requesting both a team from homicide unit and forensics.


©Edward Alex Lively The previous story is a complete work of fiction.  Any names, characters, places and incidents contained herein are products of the author’s highly overactive and creative imagination.  Any resemblance to any actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  Please do not re-print from my stories anywhere without my express written permission. This is my creative work and even though I may choose to share samples of some of my work online with close and personal friends, I would hope no one would take advantage of my good nature and steal portions my work and then change them up for their own benefit or personal gain. This notice at the end of all my books/stories serves as my official copyright notice.  Any characters in official capacity including names of characters or having to do with the actual plot of the story are all copyrighted by me.  

***10/6 Excerpt***

Ann Hemphill


Originally, The Thomas Jefferson Children’s Home was one of two large adoption agencies/orphanages located in Tejas.  That was at least until they were closed down around ten years ago by state authorities.  The children's home was shut down after state welfare authorities, acting on an anonymous tip regarding allegations of ongoing physical abuse at the home.  As the state was completing it’s shutdown of the home and transferring the children to the only remaining children’s home in the city, more than a dozen or so boys and girls of various ages fled into the streets.  Missing posters were issued but very few of the children were ever recovered or found.  Still to this day the reasons behind why the children ran away from the home has not be determined.

Among the many children who had fled, Ann Hemphill’s own grandson had disappeared when he was around eleven never to be seen or heard from again.  Shortly after the children’s home closed down, the city’s remaining children’s home; Tejas Adoption Agency, took over all full time duties such as handling all adoptions throughout the greater Southeast Texas area.  Not very long after the Thomas Jefferson home closed, the proprietor of the home; a somewhat older woman at the time by the name of Alice Hemphill became sickly with a brittle bones syndrome.  She eventually became so sick to the point that eventually she was permanently bedridden.  If it hadn’t been for Alice’s daughter Ann to wait on her hand and foot, then Alice would’ve perished soon right after coming down with her bone syndrome.


From time to time Ann wondered what her life could’ve been like had she lived beyond the walls of the Thomas Jefferson Home, but then other times she was grateful to her mother for raising her in the way she had.  To her mother’s extreme disappointment though, Ann fell pregnant once upon a time and in another life during a moment of sexual weakness.  She eventually gave birth to a daughter which Ann named after her own mother.  That was more than fifteen years ago.  Her mother at first insisted that Ann give the baby up for adoption when she gave birth, but then her mother relented and decided to help her raise the baby. Ann’s father meanwhile had been busy abroad working for some corporate conglomerate.  Ann nor her mother never really knew what her father did as he never talked about his work.  The only thing her father said was he worked for a company called The Hanover Group.

Eventually Ann’s daughter grew up to be quite the hellcat herself, despite of Ann trying to teach her own daughter how to be a woman of the Lord.  Eventually Ann’s own daughter became pregnant and in Alice Hemphill’s own words, “she has become impure” and so Alice stated that soon after Ann’s daughter gave birth she had to leave.  Shortly after giving birth to a boy Ann’s daughter left the child behind in the care of Ann and her parents.  Ann never saw her daughter again.

For the next several years after that, Ann along with her parents raised her own grandchild there in the orphanage.  When the orphanage shut down after investigations by The State of Texas Welfare Authorities, Ann’s own grandson was one of the children who vanished without a trace after escaping into the streets.  She never saw him again.  For the last ten years since the last days of the children’s home when Ann wasn’t personally attending to her mother’s every wish and demand, then Ann’s time was spent here in her room.  Either she was reading books she’d already read or she was sewing up holes in old clothing.


The Hemphill family name was one of the more prominent names around Tejas.  The Hemphill family was one of the original founding members of Tejas when the city first got its charter.  Then later when the oil gusher near Sabine Pass was discovered, the Hemphill family name was mentioned in passing as once again being in league with one of the area’s more well-known leading industrialists; Francis Tyrell Stevens who was also a founding member of Tejas.


©Edward Alex Lively The previous story is a complete work of fiction.  Any names, characters, places and incidents contained herein are products of the author’s highly overactive and creative imagination.  Any resemblance to any actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  Please do not re-print from my stories anywhere without my express written permission. This is my creative work and even though I may choose to share samples of some of my work online with close and personal friends, I would hope no one would take advantage of my good nature and steal portions my work and then change them up for their own benefit or personal gain. This notice at the end of all my books/stories serves as my official copyright notice.  Any characters in official capacity including names of characters or having to do with the actual plot of the story are all copyrighted by me.