Fuck you, Judge

Fuck you, Judge. You want to hold me in contempt of court or in contempt of you?

Fuck you, Judge.

I contacted my brother, who is a fucking asshole. I asked him to do a wellness check on my parents because he would not give me any of my other family members’ contact information, telling me that they had all moved. I requested this information over the duration of several weeks during which I believed that the non-response characterization of cordial requests between two brothers had not materialized into a genuine or fluid response. I did not believe that I was actually communicating back in forth with my actual brother and believed that someone was manipulating our conversation as my brother was extremely combative and defiant multiple times throughout the course of our digital exchange.

I was locked out of my Google Account several years ago after I had moved to Arizona because that account contained incriminating evidence against ‘law enforcement’ police officers, prosecutors, lawyers and multiple civilians whose professional licensure was threatened due to inculpatory evidence proving unauthorized access of personal data and manufacture and distribution of false documentation privy to various illegal proceedings during which I had obtained exculpatory evidence in a non-surreptitious manner.

That, of course, becomes inculpatory evidence against the people who had designed, manufactured and executed the fraud against an innocent civilian which would be me.

After moving into 3031 N Civic Center Plaza Unit 345, I was instructed to collect large amounts of mail in the names of dozens of people that I was told were related to his wife, Amy Lewis, and her ticket brokering business. It was not made clear at the time whether or not this was related to shill bidding on auction platforms related to ticket sales. Sporting events, concert events, etc.

He then attempted to antagonize me, telling me that he had fucked my wife before, during and after we were married. There is certainly no love lost there, Judge, as she was absolutely the worst lay I ever had. Even with the best trainers (which would be me) some dogs just won’t hunt.

Joe then told me to give access to all of my accounts so that his wife, Amy, could do my taxes. So I did.

He told me that he was going to deposit money into the account that he had set up for me as I was now a client of his pertaining to his role as a financial advisor. He told me that Amy’s parents have so much cash that they stuff it boxes and keep it throughout various places in the house and that I would be doing him a favor by letting him make a deposit into my account that came from somewhere; not to suggest that they would be attempting to launder money for some reason.

So when two police officers showed up at my residence today and served me an Order of Protection, I was surprised. Not like on your birthday. But I would totally ‘date’ the little itty bitty cutie who was nervously shuffling the papers in her hands as ‘Lumberjack Man’ was standing behind her as to improve the perception of her authority.

I should have invited her in to my bed on the floor and made her do a dirty little police officer dance before I, in this hypothetical situation, would then tell her to show me her fucking tits and then spank her little ass until that white luster turns exactly into the pink hue that I desire.

Alas, I did not invite her in or attempt to fuck her while she was serving me an Order of Protection because I know the difference between a cum jockey and jurisprudence.

‘Order of Protection’? - How much cash is it worth to impale, exhilarate and validate the state of Arizona and TPUSA going into the 2026 midterms, bitch?

There are a lot of questions about ‘Arizona’ taxes and data centers. So you go ahead and do ‘yo thang’ JUDGE - but remember that this started with me stating that I would not meet my brother because there is no way in hell that I ever want to see him ever again and then him attempting to cock-block me from sending him to where it is that this ‘signature of yours’ purports to be able to send me.

Love,

Michael Fucking Cronin

Post that on your motherfucking Facebook profile.

Why would Joe transfer the title of his car to, allegedly, one of his clients in Yuma, Arizona? Is a Toyota Corolla a ‘farm vehicle’ or is there something else going on there?

 And after my asshole brother told me that I could stay in his place in Arizona, owned by Amy Lewis, unbeknownst to me at the time Joe directed me to stay the night at a place in Midlothian allegedly owned by his new wife’s parents.