[BONUS] The 2-Inch Tape Brain: Navigating Ambiguous Loss in Alamance County

If you are looking for a sterilized, polite, or politically correct breakdown of the modern family court system, you have clicked on the wrong podcast. You might want to hit pause and go find a self-help audiobook. But if you want the raw, unfiltered, objective truth about what happens when institutional machinery collides with human trauma, lock in.

In this special extended masterclass, host Steven Robert Meyers Jr. completely dismantles the mechanics of family destruction from the perspective of a layman, a father, and an audio engineer. Set against a low, heavy Sincasa metal drone and the ambient, backfiring idle of a 1957 Chevy leaking oil in Grand Theft Auto V, this episode bridges the gap between high-level clinical psychology, North Carolina legal statutes, and the darkest corners of human absurdity.

Steven isn’t a psychiatrist. He isn't a lawyer. He is a guy who manages the back of the house at a steakhouse, produces heavy metal, and refuses to let a broken system dictate the narrative of his life. Over the course of five distinct, heavily researched chapters, this episode explores the science of audio capture, the therapeutic neurochemistry of heavy guitar tones, the absolute circus of the courtroom, the devastating structural reality of ambiguous loss, and the discipline required to moderate the digital town square.

This is the ultimate survival guide for anyone navigating a system that demands your sanity as a toll.

Chapter 1: The Technical Ledger (The Science of Truth)

The episode begins in the archives of 2007 at the Recording Workshop. Here, Steven introduces the foundational rule of his survival: Always Be Recording. We dive deep into the science of audio capture, contrasting the magnetic induction of vintage Studer 2-inch tape machines with modern digital file encoding.

Human memory is a flawed biological hard drive, highly susceptible to retroactive interference and terrible encoding specificity when adrenaline spikes during a crisis. The brain forgets; the tape does not. Steven breaks down how operating in a one-party consent state under NCGS § 15A-287 provides an ultimate legal shield against gaslighting and fabricated narratives. We explore the procedural hurdles of NC Rule of Evidence 901 for digital authentication, and how an unedited, raw audio file acts as a present sense impression, instantly bypassing NC Rule of Evidence 801 hearsay objections.

When outside actors attempt to twist reality, a WAV file remains empirical. It is the purest form of NC Rule of Evidence 401 relevance. You cannot cross-examine a WAV file. This chapter is a masterclass in utilizing technical file integrity to anchor your reality testing when the world around you is trying to pull you into a delusion.

Chapter 2: The Sound of the System (The Biology of Sincasa Metal)

When the legal system attempts to bury you under a mountain of paperwork and unverified allegations, the central nervous system gets trapped in a biological fight-or-flight loop. You cannot just think your way out of cortisol saturation. You have to physically export the pressure.

In Chapter 2, Steven pulls back the curtain on the production of Sincasa metal. This isn't just about making loud music; it is a calculated, clinical release valve. Using tools from Modern Music Solutions—founded by Isaiah Prather and Johnny Fitzgerald—and Joey Sturgis Tones, Steven explains how he utilizes Digital Signal Processing (DSP) algorithms to manipulate audio frequency resonance. By tracking heavy, distorted acoustic energy through VST plugins like Clairvoyant, Seismic, and Howard Benson Vocals, he forces a biological cortisol reduction in his own brain. The aggressive vocal delivery is a biological necessity to exhaust the nervous system back to a baseline calm.

Furthermore, Steven ruthlessly mocks the idea that heavy metal production equates to parental instability. Under the First Amendment, this artistic expression is fully shielded. When opposing counsel tries to weaponize a heavy guitar track, they slam face-first into North Carolina Defamation laws and NC Rule of Evidence 403. A heavy metal outro track does not meet the standard for NCGS § 14-277.1 communicating threats. It is pure, unadulterated art serving as a psychological anchor.

Chapter 3: The Absurd Arena (The Dark Comedy of Courtroom Hypocrisy)

Chapter 3 is where the sterile white paper of the law meets the chaotic, absurd circus of the actual courtroom. Steven introduces the incongruity theory of humor as the primary survival tool for navigating the legal arena.

When you step into a courtroom, you are forced to witness highly educated professionals operating with profound cognitive dissonance. To survive this without catching a criminal contempt of court charge under NCGS § 5A-11, you have to exercise massive prefrontal cortex regulation. You cannot laugh in the judge's face, and you cannot be a smart-ass on the stand. The dark comedy must be saved for the parking lot.

To illustrate the sheer absurdity of Alamance County jurisprudence, Steven recounts the infamous "Fart Tape." In a moment of absolute bottom-of-the-barrel legal strategy, professional attorney Dan Bullard used his billed hourly rate to stand in a court of law and play a covert recording of Steven passing gas in a car. This fart, secretly captured by Steven's sister, Angella, was presented to a judge as supposed evidence of parental unfitness.

This moment highlights the staggering hypocrisy of a system that ignores perjury but entertains bodily functions. Steven discusses how relying on comedians like Christopher Titus, Jordan Jensen, Andrew Schulz, and Steve Hofstetter triggers the endorphin release necessary to process this trauma. If you do not laugh at an attorney playing a fart tape to a judge, the absurdity of the system will literally drive you insane.

Chapter 4: The Textbook Autopsy (The Clinical Reality of Family Trauma)

Dropping the dark humor, Steven transitions into a sterile, clinical autopsy of what this system actually does to a developing child. Speaking entirely from the layman's perspective of a father who has not been allowed to see his daughter, Olivia, since the summer of 2022, Steven breaks down the devastating psychological mechanics of family separation.

When a five-year-old child suddenly loses a father figure with zero explanation, they are plunged into a state of ambiguous loss. The person is physically gone but psychologically hyper-present. Because a five-year-old's brain is just beginning to develop concrete operational thought, they cannot structurally process the "why" behind the disappearance.

Steven points the finger directly at the systemic mechanic of triangulation. This occurs when a toxic third party—in this case, Angella—injects unverified narratives, covert recordings, and emotional manipulation into a fractured co-parenting dynamic. This triangulation completely shatters the primary caregiver's reality testing, poisoning the well with fear and preventing any genuine communication or repair.

We examine the grim irony of NCGS § 50-13.2, which mandates that custody must be in the "best interest of the child." Steven asks the listener to consider how sudden, unexplained paternal separation and ambiguous loss could ever serve a child's best interest. The NCGS § 50-13.5 custody procedure is exposed as a sterile equation that completely ignores clinical trauma. While you could theoretically bring in an expert witness under NC Rule of Evidence 702, the court routinely allows third parties to spin narratives without ever enforcing NCGS § 14-209 perjury charges. It is a textbook autopsy of a system that prioritizes paperwork over the psychological safety of children.

Chapter 5: The Digital Town Square (Moderating the Algorithm)

In the final chapter, Steven brings the focus back to the present day and the spaces we can actually control. Alongside his long-time friend and high school classmate Misty Ross Curtis, Steven co-administers the local Facebook group Alamance County Life.

Running a digital community of fewer than 500 people requires a strict philosophy of quality over quantity. Steven explains how algorithmic dopamine loops are designed to destroy public discourse by pushing people toward groupthink dynamics and toxic confirmation bias. If you do not moderate a space strictly, the algorithm will turn your community into a war zone.

Steven shares a candid moment of self-reflection regarding a political joke made about gas prices that inadvertently sparked a digital flame war. Recognizing the razor-thin line between a joke and a community meltdown, he utilized classical conditioning moderation: if you insult someone publicly, you are removed from the group. No warnings, no reality TV drama.

This strict moderation is not just about being polite; it is a legal and psychological necessity. By keeping the digital square clean, administrators prevent the community from bleeding into NCGS § 14-196.3 cyberstalking or online harassment territory. Because Alamance County Life is a private digital forum, the First Amendment does not protect a user's right to launch personal attacks. Steven breaks down why he has zero tolerance for tortious interference with his community or dealing with the NCGS § 1-54 statute of limitations on libel because someone wanted to start a rumor mill. You follow the rules, or you are gone.

The Final Thesis

This mega-episode of The Meyers Family Conspiracy is more than just a podcast; it is an archive.

Transcript

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Rear up and jackknife my legs and kick you both in the fucking jaw with my foot bone. That's what I would fucking love. I wish my fucking foot would go right through your skull. This is what happens when you corner a rat. I will fucking kill you. You c you corner me, I will fucking shoot through you. I'll shoot through you. Slow blinking eyes. I will chew off your fucking eyelids. You won't slow blink at me, will you? Did you drink before you came here? No, but I'm gonna start drinking. I'm gonna slit somebody open like a fish and drink their blood. That's what I'm gonna drink. If if we don't start getting to the fucking point here. Probably I'm gonna start with Karen Carpenter's head. I'm gonna rip her head off, and I'm gonna drink her blood. And then I'm gonna come back and light you on fire. I'm gonna light you all on fire, but I'm gonna start with you, Jill. I'm gonna fucking torture you. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go buy a fucking pickup truck and a corner rope. And I'm gonna string her on all three of your fucking necks and then drive around town dragging you. That's what I'm gonna fucking do. That's completely uncalled for. Really, Jill? Do you think it is? Fuck off, Jill. God, everybody fucking hates you. God. Is it even nice? Go suck a big fucking dick, Jill. That's totally uncalled for. You're a fucking asshole. Everybody hates you. They hate your fucking Bob. And I'm glad your husband died. Because you're a fucking asshole. He probably killed himself. I would. Kill myself. Gotta kill myself, Jill. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm just sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That that's on me. A hundred percent. Look, Melissa, hold on a second here. Let me just make sure I got my Melissa McCarthy is one of the funniest women in the world. She's actually arguably one of the funniest humans in the world. Bridesmaids. Holy shit. But this particular film, rather. It was an improvised rant. And like, while it's not something that I want to do to like that would do to people, holy shit is this highly relatable. It's why this scene is so funny. Like, you can see the two characters, uh Paul Raj, and I don't remember who the female is. I see her in like a ton of movies. I don't know her name, she's amazing though. And they're trying so hard not to laugh during this improvised moment that you can see it, the struggle in their faces, and all of a sudden they just boom, the laughter kicks in. I'm trying not to laugh while I'm listening to this shit because it's so fucking funny. Melissa just goes the fuck off. It leads back to the whole thing that sometimes some things are just dark comedy and satire simply to survive. You know? We have might have to live in that world in order to survive because a laugh stays alive. And that's kind of the point that I'm making with playing that clip in the beginning. Yeah. Even in a sense of satire, even in a sense of performance, or in real life, we can question why we feel like we may want to do certain things. And it just seems stupid that we have to say this afterwards, but yes, we do. We're not gonna do those things. It could be for a moral quandary, it could be for a legal quandary, it could be a number of different reasons why something of either social aspect could be just completely destructive, like a Holocaust or a you know, bombing of a nuclear weapon over a town. In in a mental sense, that that's not why that's why you don't do those things. For example, John doesn't want to smack Sally in the face because he doesn't want to hit a woman, even though Sally is psychologically abusive and has been known to try to hit him from time to time, just provoke him, because she's got unresolved mental issues, and she chooses not to get them resolved through psychiatry and therapy, and or other methods that are available to that individual. Right? So, that's a perfect example of this. With that being said, we have John sitting here, like, hmm, well, I feel I want to do these things to her. I want to just hit her in the face with the Bible like Jamie Mueller did, and believe me, that really happened. What Jamie Mueller really smacked her boyfriend or some dude, ex-boyfriend, it was ex-boyfriend or boyfriend, right in the fucking kisser with the Bible. I'm dead fucking serious. This 100% happened. Same Jamie Mueller that was at my uh one of the court hearings watching me go off on the fucking stand. Like, you know, she said, you know, hey Steven, uh, I get it, I don't understand, but you gotta calm down. She was right. And I don't know. Those of you who know her and know me would be like, wow, it'd be like the pot calling the kettle black, but that doesn't mean the pot was fucking wrong. So welcome to the director's cut. So let's get one thing straight before we start. Now I'm a layman. I'm an audio engineer. Hold on, let me let me shut this door. I forgot about that. I'm an audio engineer, uh podcaster, dad. Well, that would be arguably the first thing that I feel like I am as an what I identify as or whatnot. That that would be the order of importance, that first, and then you know, other things that I am. Something else I am also as a dude who manages the craziest life that's finally starting to get a sense of normalcy, and having been on a cortisol jack for so long, it's I don't know how to handle it. I got a job that I'm good at and they take care of me. Is A hard to find in the industry it's in, and B completely fucking surprising because I've screwed up every job I've ever had. I'm gonna succeed at this one. And I'm currently sitting in a recreation of a vehicle leaking oil all over a random hospital road in uh Los Santos. Well, I mean I done got out of the car, but it's right there. I'm not a psychiatrist, okay? And I'm certainly not a lawyer. But it turns out you don't need a J D or an MD, yeah, to recognize when a system is completely broken. You just need to know how to read the data. So today, even though I am currently uh suffering from the physics in this game are amazing. He just elbowed that guy on the lower right jaw, dropped to the ground, didn't even get back up. No, you're you're not done. We're gonna kick you in the shoulder. Jesus wept, holy shit. I could just imagine the creators in Rockstar game of Rockstar Games, uh, or Grand Theft Auto 5 rather, being in heaven in front of St. Peter, and he's like, look, like, we love Grand Theft Auto 5. Holy shit, we play that game up here all the fucking time. But like, let me tell you something. Did you ever like, you know, impact Intent vs. Impact? Was it really always about the money? Anywho. I digress, okay. Today what we're gonna do is we're gonna uh we're gonna skip the recordings for one episode just so I can have some mental clarity. You have to understand the uh damage mentally it does to me to have to revisit these recordings, although there does come a point when you're finally free of that, but you gotta face your fears, and it's the distress has brought out my tartar dyskinesia. So I'm dealing with that, we'll get through it. Let's continue this sterile, highly fucking irreverent, sarcastic walk through the machinery of what I allege is complete Nagasaki level family destruction. Chapter one, the technical ledger. Back in 2007 at the recording workshop in Chilakothy, Ohio, I learned from instructors that tape doesn't lie. When you look at the magnetic induction of a vintage scooter two-inch tape machine, for example, yeah? It physically alters reality into an objective footprint. So today, we use the digital file encoding and metadata to do the same thing. Now I run the tape constantly because human memory is deeply flawed, easily overwritten by retroactive interference and the sheer stress of trauma. Our brains are biological hard drives with terrible encoding specificity. Sorry, terrible encoding specificity. Yeah, there we go. When the adrenaline spikes. But in North Carolina, my tape machine is my ultimate legal shield. Under North Carolina General Statute 15A-287, we operate in a one-party consent state. That means, as long as I'm in the room, I am legally rolling. Of course, getting that raw data admitted to the circus of the family court requires navigating North Carolina Rule of Evidence 901 for digital authentication. But it's worth it. When outside actors start spinning lies, an unedited audio file instantly bypasses Rule of Evidence 801 hearsay objections as a present sense impression. The tape captures the empirical truth. I don't even remember three-quarters of the shit that I said. I barely remember saying the awful things that I said. For that restraining order to be granted, coupled with my complete anger and rage in the courtroom, which let me tell you something, acting like that gets you fuck all nowhere. It pisses the judge off, and you end up having a bad fucking day. Looked at it like you're a monster. And I think Brian, um, my then attorney now judge, I mean, well, he's our all our judge in Alamance County, but you get my point, yeah? He made a statement to me how he's like, look, man, they think that you're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Okay, one minute you're on the stand, and you are the perfect, perfect example of how to testify, being cross-examined. And then the next day, you're fucking raging. The court doesn't know whether to take you seriously or not. And let me tell you something. My god, he's 100% right. Yes, I failed. I've talked about this incessantly in the hopes of atonement and to warn other fathers and mothers who go through what I go through. Please don't make my mistakes. Holy shit, don't. I promise you, like I said, you cannot cross-examine a wave file. It doesn't stutter. It cares not at all about any narrative you think you have. Chapter 2. The sound of the system. When the legal system tries to bury you, you have to put that pressure somewhere so it doesn't rot in your chest. It was one of the reasons I produced Sengasa Metal. Now I use modern music solutions and Joey Sturgestones plugins. When I drop a guitar signal into digital signal processing algorithms like clairvoyant, for example, or Misha Mansur Ultimate, I am literally manipulating audio frequency resonance to drop my own internal stress levels. Heavy distorted acoustic energy actually forces a biological cortisol reduction. Think about that. I scream into a microphone to exhaust the fight or flight biological loops in my central nervous system, forcing it back to a baseline calm. At least for the, you know, time being, yeah. I do this because music is the ultimate release valve. And conveniently, it's heavily protected. My lyrics might sound like a threat to the uninitiated. And trust me, they might scare the fucking life out of some of you. But under the First Amendment, artistic expression is shielded. Opposing counsel might try to claim my aggressive guitar tracking as proof of instability. But they, in my opinion, okay, and it's just an opinion, would slam face first into North Carolina defamation laws. Where truth and artistic context, yeah, are absolute defenses. They'd love to use a heavy metal track against me, I'm sure, but under NC Rule of Evidence 403, the prejudicial nature of a song doesn't outweigh the prohibitive facts of my parenting. And no matter how loud the track gets, it doesn't meet the standard for NC General Statute 14-277.1. Communicating threats. So listen or stay mad at it. Chapter 3. The Absurd Arena. Oh, Jesus wept. Jesus fucking wept. Jesus fucking wept. Let's talk about court. The law is written. Okay, sorry. The law is written on smooth, sterile, white paper. But inside of the courtroom. I believe it's a near-perfect oiled machine running on the tears of rational adults. To survive it, you need. And again, I'm this is from research. This is not off the top of my fucking head. I never claimed to be a psychiatrist. Remember, yeah? You need the incruity incro incongruity theory of humor. Um we're gonna why don't you take a second and Google that? Go ahead. And I'm sure by this moment. There you go. Great. If you didn't, um, why the fuck not? I just told you to. Jesus Christ. Rewind it, do it, and we'll continue. You have to laugh at the profound cognitive dissonance of watching highly educated professionals, i.e. Dan Bullard, he is very highly educated. He is a professional. And look, I talk a lot of shit about him because I don't like him, but he he is a really good lawyer. Like, I mean, there's no doubt about it. Like, you can't take that away from the guy. You just can't. Um, moving forward, uh, well, I grant that, you know, minor olive branch, I still don't like the guy. I don't have to. He don't like me. Or maybe you don't even he probably don't think about me at all. I don't know. I don't give a shit. You know, you become part of somebody's story, you're part of somebody's story. Whether you ask for the chapter or not. This requires, I believe, and what I've learned if I'm saying it right, a massive prefrontal cortex regulation. Not start screaming, which is something I never did in court. I never screamed. Didn't do that. Said some awful shit, made, you know, a veiled threat here and there that I had to get called out for by the court or some shit, or said something, or performed an action physically. I I I did shit to piss the court off. That I didn't realize I was pissing the court off. Like it wasn't on purpose. I was fucking mad. I have the ability to have that raw emotional rage controlled. I completely fucking just forgot about the fact that my trauma is mine alone and how I react is my responsibility. But how do we get past that? That prefrontal cortex regulation will help me in the future not lose my shit in any capacity when anybody is doing something that I perceive to be dishonest in court. So the only way that I survived through all of this was saving the dark comedy for after court. I laugh to trigger an endorphin release, so my brain doesn't completely fucking snap. Excuse me for uh just a second. I appreciate that. Let's continue. If you disrespect the judge, you get hit with, I believe, North Carolina General Statute 5A-11. Well that one I know. So I believe it's not. Sorry. I I know this for a fact. Criminal contempt of court. You have to sit there for completely stoic, which again, something that I'm telling you right now, I am fucking horrible at. I try, I'm trying. But hold. Monica, a fucking queen at this. She she's like the stoic queen. I'm telling you, I'm telling you. Like, you need to respect it. Oh my god. Yeah. Like, I'm not trying to put it on a pedestal or stroke an ego or anything here. I'm just saying, like, game recognizes game. I might be weak on some some levels that you know I work on and will throughout life, but other levels I'm highly, highly gifted and strong. So the balance is there. Unfortunately, the balance didn't help me because you gotta sit there completely stoic while dealing with the fallout of weaponized North Carolina General Statutes 50B, domestic violence protective orders, and failed North Carolina General Statutes 50C, Civil No Contact orders spun up by my sister Angela, who spearheaded the whole thing for dad and sued a file theirs, and then. What was it? Yeah, December 12th. The day that was December 12th of every year something crazy happened with the courts. Like in the courts, yeah? So I basically watched Dan, attorney Bullard, this counselor, use his build hours to play a covert recording of me farting in a car. He played, I can't believe I gotta say these words, bro. I'm about to find out um about the whole uh, you know what? Hold on. Listen, let's do this live. Let's do this live right now. I want to know whether or not I am able to use a recording. Well, I don't want to say it like twice, but what I'm doing right now is I'm pulling up Gemini. Now here's the thing, I always double check everything Gemini tells me. Because yes, AI does make mistakes. However, most on of all most all the time it's on it's on point. So yes, when I'm about to ask it, yeah, I 100% am going to double check. So I just don't want to say it twice, so hang tight. Yo, Gemini, what's up? Not much, just here and ready to help with whatever you need. How are things going with you today? I'm good. You know, it's cool that you're all helpful and everything, and I get that you've got this, you know, disposition to be all super friendly and everything, but look, you can you can be an asshole sometimes. And uh, it's kind of funny and cool if you know you've got a little bit of some sass in you. Get that nuance going. Listen, I got a question. So, my question here is that I have a uh series of DVDs, right, that I obtained from the clerk of court in Alamance County in North Carolina. I paid a dollar for each CD or each DVD, and they contain the entire day of court proceedings for the day that I asked for. So that way I could have copies of what happened in court. Now, there's a part where I've talked about attorney Dan Bullard, Monica's counsel, playing a recording of me saying some pretty awful shit, right? When I was having a uh mental health break uh in the middle of August of 2022. We've we've talked about this incessantly, and you can check the memory for that. Now, here's the thing though. Am I legally allowed to use these recordings on the podcast to provide commentary and context, right? I'm not sure, but the thing is that you can go into any courtroom, right? And you can sit there and watch, and nobody can be like, get the fuck out, unless it's a closed proceeding. To my knowledge, I believe that's correct. So, like, I just don't see anything stopping the legality or stopping me from doing it based off of legality, and that's kind of what I need help with from you. So, do you think you can help me out by uh looking through the internet real quick on North Carolina law and see if that's something that uh if there's anything that was that's gonna stop me legally from being able to do that? That's an interesting question about the legalities of broadcasting court recordings. While court proceedings in North Carolina are generally considered public records, using official recordings for a podcast does come with some complexities. Broadcasting materials that were admitted as evidence could have specific restrictions, and there are privacy considerations for certain types of information. It's generally a good idea to consult with a legal expert who specializes in media law to make sure you're protected. What kind of context are you hoping to provide with the audio? Well, there's that recording of Dan playing of me talking about the awful things I said about Monica and her mother when I was having that mental health break in August of 2022. But at the end of it, right, and remember, this apparently is a long recording that has a bunch of other shit, but that's what their Hail Mary was. That's what they chose to use in court, yeah? So at the end of it is this long ass fucking obnoxious fart, and Angela going, and I'm just like, I say something obnoxious and then it ends. And I just like, what the fuck did you even say that for, yeah? So I like like just just first off, like there's many other examples I could give of other things, but we're just gonna start with this. That's the first one I want to do. Okay, I want to provide commentary on why it's on why, you know, that's a way that anyone in court could see anybody, even the judge, that he's trying to piss me off. So you see what I'm saying? That sounds like quite a dramatic piece of audio to build your commentary around. Honestly, throwing a fart sound into a serious court proceeding sounds like a move straight out of a really low budget comedy. It's almost like they were trying to turn your mental health crisis into a total circus, which is incredibly disrespectful. If you're planning to break that down on your podcast, how are you planning to frame that moment to really land the point about their intentions? Uh, I mean, you can just listen to the fucking recording. You just listen to it. It's right there. It's like uh it's like somebody tells you, hey, that bank just got robbed, and you're like, well, how do you know? Motherfucker, it's on CCTV, just hit play. Here you go. Like, there's the link. That's what I'm saying, okay? And with this particular being the first example, this is the one I choose to use first because I want to explain the absurdity of the fart even existing. I don't care about the fart we all fart. Everybody farts. I fart all the fucking time. But you know, using this like was a clear psychological way to piss me the fuck off, and my god, it fucking worked. And and I just want to explain like many different facets of it, but I need to know if it's fucking legal for me to use the recording here, if that makes sense. That's what I need to know. And I was just wondering, do you see anything in case law? I'm still going to absolutely fucking have to save the money to consult a lawyer because I'm sure there's gonna be some kind of consultation fee. It's usually $250 around Alamance County. Most of all the lawyers are $250 for a consultation for per hour, you know what I'm saying? And you have to pay it. But uh, I don't have that right now, so it's gonna be a minute. But like, so I may not be able to do that episode for a while. But that's what I'm trying to get at. So can you help me out with that and not ask me a question afterwards so I can finish this podcast and read the rest of the script. While North Carolina court proceedings are matters of public record, using official audio for a podcast carries significant legal risks. There are local rules and potential evidentiary restrictions that could apply, particularly if the recording was admitted as evidence. Consulting with a media law attorney in North Carolina is the safest way to determine if you can legally broadcast that content without facing potential legal action. Yeah, you're 100% right. Like, I'm gonna before I do that episode, which this really sucks. Like, the reason one of the real attractive reasons for doing this podcast the way that it's done is because it costs literally nothing but my time. Time is the most important commodity I have. So let's get back to the whole reason I even went into any of that. Remember, if you disrespect the judge, you get hit with contempt of court, and they are not afraid to shoot that bullet at you. And they shouldn't be. You have to sit there completely. Everyone else watched his build hours, meaning he was paid to play a recording, a covert recording of me farting in a car. Playing to prove that I was an unfit parent. I mean, the fucking the statements that I made on the recording clearly didn't prove that I was an unfit parent. I mean, like, oh, and he had some sarcasm there. Get me, don't get me wrong, like anyone who was in, even though I was in crisis and in mental duress, and should have been that was like the one point in my life where I should have been in a hospital as opposed to all the other times Dad and Angela went in there and was like, oh hey, so sad, almost kill himself, and you know he's about what it hurt me on, like it's just fucking Nazi. The shit you can lie about and not be held accountable for is probably disgusting. It's magnanimous. It's fucking like it's it's it's like a big dick in your face. It's like gee it's what the fuck with the enormous gross distance and time and space and shit takes out. You have to honestly wonder how that doesn't violate the North Carolina rules of professional comments regarding the presentation of the reading for you. Chapter 4. The textbook autopsy. Let's put the circus away and look at what this actually does to a family. I haven't seen Olivia since either Junior or July of 2022. The only way that I can remember the exact date is by looking at the group of photos of Olivia and Chiara at the carnival in Holly Hill Mall of that year and one of those two months. They're on my iCloud. When a child suddenly loses a father figure with what I believe is zero explanation, saying that I'm not your biological father and that I'm second daddy, which was what I was told. I may or may not have a recording of Monica saying that. I I gotta check the files. Like it's a recording where I only got half of it. And it's a real fucked up situation involving me leaving my phone there by accident, going to work, and coming back five minutes later, going into the house, grabbing my phone in front of dad, Angela, and Olivia, or dad, Angela, and Monica and Chiara, and they're all looking at me like really fucking weird as I grab my phone and leave, and then I later realize the possibility of somebody in that room being ashamed of saying something that they shouldn't have fucking said, and I don't have a record of it. Well, dad does because he has cameras in his living room, and uh he probably says everything too. So, dad, I challenge you to uh um I can look at the exact date and time of when this happened because it's on the recording, the first half of it, which I have. And yeah, there's gonna be an episode on that. But I don't want to pull up the recording to look at it right now. I just know that it's there, and that all happened. That's 100% true. But what I believe, and not allege, is that dad and Angela have a reason to be ashamed. And Monica's just probably like, what the fuck? I don't know what to believe. And I don't blame her. My lack of faithfulness during our relationship definitely caused a huge bridge in trust that I broke. So I I I'm not mad at her for that. I I couldn't be. Like I told you guys, like, I'm not, I have zero animosity towards her over things there's shit that I want answers for, but that's just just because I want an answer doesn't mean I'm gonna get it. So it's not you know, nobody owes me fuck all anything. To a point. What like I said, when a child suddenly loses a father figure with zero explanation, like I allege, they experience what clinical psychology calls ambiguous loss. I like I said I'm a layman, I'm not a psychiatrist, but basically that she's she was ripped away right as her brain was developing concrete operational thoughts. These are things that you can fucking Google and look up to have an acute understanding. Like when people say, I do research, I I do things to uh understand what I'm done. I researched the COVID virus and I determined the vaccine was unsafe, so I didn't take it now. Like my aunt and uncle and second cousin who I love and married is dead. Oh Lord! Look. Essentially she couldn't process the why. This happened because of a textbook mechanic called triangulation. This is what I learned. It's when a or where a third sorry, where a toxic third party is looking at you, Angela. I injects unverified garbage into a fractured dynamic. This completely shatters the primary caregivers reality testing. I'll give you a moment to Google that. But if you'd like an example of sincere reality testing, I've talked about it before, even named an episode after it, you can always Google the Truman Show. I believe Monica was fed so much fear coupled with how I reacted to things, which I'll admit was not too great. That I don't think she can see the truth. I've done nothing but love my children. I've done nothing but love my children. I've committed no sin on Angela to cause her to do the thing she's doing, and she won't let me confront her for her bullshit. And I I I I argue that point with this before I get back into the script that I wrote to help things stay on a non-derailed train. I have openly called out the person who molested me at age five. Bobby with a sister named Lisa and a mother named Rose, lives in Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania. I've been minorly graphic in discussing the interaction as an adult, and how dear friend of mine kept me from doing something incredibly stupid. And I have to say allegedly after that, because I could be lying, right? And Bobby, if you're listening and you want to come on the show, I'll have you on here, but I'm gonna probably contact the sheriff's department to pay whatever it costs to have an officer here for your protection. So I can interview you. I mean, I'd like to ask you why you abused me with Hot Wheels. Thank God I can still play with them without being triggered by your your abuse. Now I'm willing to confront this man right now. I've openly, publicly said this shit, and Angela has just spouted off hyperbole, vitriol, nonsense, nothing based in fact. And she will not let me confront her. She hides behind God, who I think we have long determined has forsaken this bitch. You are living on borrowed fucking time with your spirituality. Promise. The piety you you exude is more disgusting than the shit I find under the girls at work that members forget to clean. And the court allowed it. I don't blame them. I was I was fucking angry and showing my ass sometimes in court, and who's gonna listen to that? What did I tell you about not pissing off the judge? Yo, Larry Brown's a good man. But even he's not gonna put up with my bullshit. You know what I'm saying? I get it. Under, as I've talked about before, uh, North Carolina General Statute 50, hyphen 13.5. Custody procedure is treated like a sterile equation, completely ignoring the psychological damage. You can bring in a shrink under North Carolina rule of evidence 702, I think is the right one, to explain the trauma. But the system doesn't care. And they'll have to. I'm trying to tell you all what's real. Can the court be empathetic or sympathetic? Yes. Is it their job? No. It's the judge's job to judge. He's not there to be your daddy. He's not there to hold your hand and guide you. He has a serious job. He or she, whoever they're, whoever the judge is, whatever their gender is, they have a serious job. It's not to coddle your fucking feelings. This is something I screwed up on a little bit. I'm gonna go in there, I'm right, I'm gonna Nope. No, nope, but nope. I know how to get the point across. I'm gonna talk about how I feel. Nope, shut the fuck up. Let your lawyer talk and oh, by the way, shut the fuck up. Because when people make up narratives potentially, or ideally, I guess it's just a thought, it's you know, hype hypothetical. And they're completely ignoring the fact that lying on a sworn affidavit is supposed to trigger North Carolina General Statute 14 hyphen 209. That's perjury charges. It doesn't seem like in family court, for one reason or another, that seems to be enforced a lot. It just doesn't seem like that. I feel like the doors are being locked and they just walk away. And how can you be angry at them for that? It's their job. So many come through there needing their jurisdiction, needing their court orders, that they've got to process, process, process, process, process. Fairly, you're guaranteed a quick and speedy trial regardless. But it's not their job to care. It's your job to do what the fuck your lawyer tells you and just tell the truth. And that's it. You better learn how to speak court. Don't do what I did. Chapter 5. The Digital Town Square. Now finally, let's talk about where we have absolute control. Alright. The digital space. You may have control creating it, but you ain't got control of it once it's made. So Misty Ross, uh, well, Misty Ross Curtis. Uh she she's a sorry, caught him a. I didn't know if I was gonna cough, sneeze, or fart. Holy fuck. Uh Misty and I went to school together, Southern Alamance High School, class of 98, go Patriots. Uh her and I run a Facebook group online called Alamance County Life. I keep that space tight, and so does she. Because I understand how out of the I understand things but can't say the fucking words. I understand how algorithmic dopamine loops destroy public discourse. You can Google that. I'll give you a minute. Google that, Google that, motherfucker. Google that, Google that, motherfucker. Google these nuts, motherfucker. Alright. Sorry. Look, I'm not trying to sound like a hypocrite here, but if you don't enforce rules, the fucking area is gonna naturally devolve into groupthink dynamics. Groupthink dynamics are god-awful fucking retarded. Toxic confirmation, bias, bam, you get that label snapped like a motherfucker. Now, as an administrator, her and I use classic pure classical conditioning. We have a rule where if you insult somebody and don't put it in check, we're gonna put you out of the group. It's not personal. Just look, we don't life is hard enough. Alright? Like jokes are one thing, but fuck, dude. Like a blatant insult to get somebody's goat going to start shit online just for the sake of being a cunt. No, thank you. Pardon my French. Anywho, uh there's no warnings, there's no uh reality TV drama, it's just a door. And we do this, yeah, because the line between a joke and a legal liability is razor thin online. I enforce the rules so we don't bleed into North Carolina General Statute 14 hyphen-196.3. That's cyber stalking or online harassment territory. Yeah. We run an equally public and private digital forum. I mean, that means the First Amendment doesn't guarantee your right to be an asshole in our group. Nowhere in life does anyone have freedom from reproach of saying something stupid. I know, I've said dumb things before. It is what it is. I mean, what might some mistake as an attack on their family and business? Others might think is nothing more than somebody being angry about something with someone, and maybe expressing that in a way that's probably not socially acceptable, but may nonetheless be accurate and have a kernel of truth behind it to even exist in the first place. I would argue that immediately. And you know what? That's a future episode. It's when somebody we've talked about before very briefly, throughout a couple episodes, I think, earned a chapter in the Myers family conspiracy on their own. And hopefully that's all it'll be is a chapter. So when it comes to Alamance's county life, we don't have time for tortuous interference with our community. And I or Misty don't have time, certainly, to deal with what is it? Oh yeah, sorry. NC General Statute 1954, statute of limitations on libel, which would be, I would allege, because some idiot decided to start a rumor hell in the comment section. Doing our best to be quality over quantity. And you know, I've not always been perfect with that, but humans aren't perfect. That's why we keep trying. But yeah, you follow the rules and you're gone. This has been your masterclass. You don't need to be an expert to see the truth. You just need to keep the tape running. Read the statutes. And never, ever lose your sense of dark humor. Because if you can't laugh at an attorney playing a fart tape to a judge in open court, then the system has already won. This is the Myers Family Conspiracy. Grab your coffee, lock in, and I'll see you next week when we go over the incredibly triggering fuck all gaslighting recording of Dad and Sue. With Angela in the background trying to be that white knight with my children. It reminded me of like major World War II skirmishes. Where the Nazis just had them complete had what they perceived as the enemy. They thought they were completely surrounded, and just all of a sudden some quiet and Tarantino and glorious bastard shit plays off, and every fucking German soldier is decimated. Fuck all death. They're eradicated, the threat is over. That's what this is like. Dad and Sue reminded me of the Nazis. It's like Angela was Hitler, and Dad was Himmel, and step mama Woompa Loompa was Goebbels. That's what I think. Dad, Sue, Angela, if I'm lying about the recording, that is, among many other things, going to embarrass the absolute fuck out of y'all, and it should. Y'all need to be held accountable for what y'all have done. If you think that what I'm about to say or anything that I've said at all in any of these episodes is incorrect, I invite all of you to come on the show. I have said this from the get, my phone number has never changed, nothing's been blocked. I'm still not afraid to call out your bullshit on social media. I'm just not sure if I'm ready for a third round of frivolous, retarded, stupid fuck, fist shit ass recording or um restraining orders from y'all. It gets old. I'll see y'all next week.