From http://people.tribe.net/rorybowman/blog/ceb566e4-b1fc-44a7-9700-f5276acecf9d

Kevin Balmer in exhibit 202, case 060303051.

Immediately after Cate Carter’s second summons to court, I wrote a long letter on the entire thing to send out to friends who had not heard the whole story. I also sent a copy to Kevin Balmer, along with a copy of “Peacemaking Among Primates,” the book I had been reading to suspect him of goodwill. I felt his good health was ample proof I did not mean him harm, but how does one prove a negative? Carter and Balmer understand violence as worms understand the sea. I even a sent a thank-you letter to Carter’s lawyer, for being civil while he called me an evil genius. This would end peacefully, rationally and in court, so I might as well explain what my plan was. A competent billiards player will always call his shots, and I didn’t want there to be any doubts as to who I was and what I was doing.

After two years I went down to the courthouse and was told the judge was wrong. There was no simple way to “clear my record.” Had I committed any crime? No, I explained. Had I violated a court order? No, again. Was there a conviction of any sort, probation, parole or restitution? No again, on all counts. Well then, they couldn’t help me. “Excuse me?” I asked. The judge said I could get this rescinded. Not really, they explained, but I might want to hire a lawyer. I made a mental note to go re-read some Kafka.

A woman had left me in 1998, promising to contact me later that year. When she didn’t, I had tried to return some things of hers, was insulted and accused of planning to kill her. A judge threw that out and I sent two letters to perhaps make peace. She freaked out some more, and then again a few years later. Afraid that some poor idiot with a pistol might endanger someone (like himself, or her, or me) through fear, I offer to meet him, which is interpreted as a third attempt on her life. Okay, young judge, knock yourself out! A restraining order against me annoys me for nothing, but presumably makes her look very important to her friends.

I like to think that I understand a little bit about violence, and I certainly understand the limits of the law. Something stupid has turned into something shitty, and I had finally let myself get angry at a clueless twit. A daughter of privilege had used the courts against me, insulting me in a way no man would dare. Whether she is crazy or not did not matter. This needs to go away, and she should pay the attorney.

As a point of honor I gave her boys three fair warnings, before proceeding to embarrass us both publicly and in court. I don’t want to see Cate Carter. Catherine Lynne Carter has nothing to give me. Kate Carter is a clueless daughter of privilege who plays seamstress to her friends and pretends she is a designer. No femme fatale, she is merely delusional. She mas moved from pitiful to being mostly annoying. Whether she is crazy or not, I shall break our legal ties. Carter may wish to bind herself to me, but I am done.

Cate Carter’s drug lawyer has been sent a letter, explaining that she has until September 30 to vacate her previous suit and order against me. Three warnings and these blog posts are more than enough to clear my conscience for the ugly and distasteful work ahead. Having inoculated myself against some of her blackmail, I shall now proceed to saw through her legal trap or the leg it holds with a clean conscience. She is a disgrace to herself and others, and shall be shown such in public court.

I want my reputation back. I want safety from her blackmail. I want her to stop aggrandizing herself, using the court system against me, and crying wolf in a way that hurts women who face real violence.

“You do not know these northern people,” a southern general once reportedly explained to a rash colleague: “They are deliberate, slow to anger, and thorough.” I proved myself passionate and loyal years ago, and then both patient and merciful. Now is the time to be calm and clinical. Three times three is nine, and nine days remain.

Bobbie Callahan’s phone number remains (503) 228-0930.

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Comment from N on Mon, September 22, 2008 – 4:21 PM

Fighting the good fight, well alright Mac! Hope it finally turns out right.