God Does NOT Bless America, or Americans

It appears that certain Agencies of the State of California are using the "legal" excuse that they have no money at this time to pay for the preparation of certain legal claims against them. Hard to believe, but this is actually potentially an acceptable excuse for the delay of scheduled legal actions against them. If you or I had mismanaged our money, the IRS, the Govt., the County, the Banks, would foreclose on our homes, harass us endlessly, freeze/attach liens to our assets/salaries, and prosecute us forever, in a second, but when the Govt. mismanage their money, nothing gets done to them, they can actually use it as an excuse to avoid their responsibilities- Surprise, not really, shocking, yes, because this is real.

Once again, this is the reality of America. This is an example of the circus of justice, theatre of the absurd, what a mockery of Justice. If you and I tried to say we had no money, we would be ignored, held acccountable both financially/legally, but the Govt. can say/do whatever they want, and legally get away with it. There is no such thing as justice, and no one gives a damn.

Civilized progressive society, NO WAY, more like criminally corrupt, greedy and lawless, justice and balance does not exist in the law and only serve self interest groups, including those in power and what they can get out of it. The rest of us are considered unequal, with disrespect and disdain for our rights, by those who make and enforce the laws.

Never believe that we live in a democratic society where all people are equal. The ARROGANCE of the LAW does what ever it wants, when it wants, to protect the asses of itself, and could care less about us as humans.

Victims and families of victims are in particular treated the harshest and are to be disposed of in inhumane, traumatic, slimy manipulations of the Law, as if we are the guilty ones. The real guilty perpertrators who have violtated the Laws, have more rights than us.

God does NOT bless America and/or Americans, he/she only blesses the evil, corrupt, and the powerful.

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The views and opinions expressed here represent my own and not those of anyone else.The views and opinions expressed by me above, be they in text, pictures or sound, are my own not those of any one else. Any points of information written by me should not be considered facts and I will not be held liable were they to be considered as such and subsequently cause issues.While I try and make my posts as accurate to my life as possible some things are deliberately left out or censored and as such my postings are not to be considered in any way a viable method for judging my character or suitableness, doing so will be considered an infringement of my rights. Where possible any infringement of my rights will be pursued using applicable points of law.

Returning From San Francisco-My Thoughts/Feelings

Almost every time I return from San Francisco regarding our legal case for the wrongful death of Steven, I am stunned, numb, angry, hurt, and painfully aware of the way I feel. We are victimized once again, traumatized once again, disrespected once again, emotionally tortured once again, often despicably treated by the defendants Attorney's.

Our Family (and other families of victims) who have to deal with the legal system, or criminal justice, and its dismal effects on us, who are just still trying to survive the loss of an innocent loved one, we are never considered. We the victims, are members of an exclusive "Club" that no one ever wants to be a member of, nor do others have any clue to what it really means to live forever with these endless scars, our horrific loss has wrecked our families and our lives forever.

Certain lawyers for the defendants are "just doing their jobs", as someone explained to me. No, I disagree, that is not true, it is their choice to pick this sub speciality as a career, their choice of how to conduct their professional behavior, their choice to understand or not how they or their loved ones, or even themselves could become a victim in a nano second, ultimately their choice to be human or not. They are highly rewarded financially for making money off of other human beings grief and it makes one wonder how they can sleep at night. I believe the answer to that speaks for itself.

In fact the death of Steven seems at times like a big joke to certain others, who go about 'their jobs' as if nothing horrific has happened, as they banter among themselves, dissecting words, actions, inactions, legal statutes, with pasted smug smiles often on their faces, never talking directly about Steven.

As we move through the legal phases hoping people take responsibility, I discover, not surprisingly, but still absolutely shocking to me, that many people do not tell the truth under oath in order to protect themselves, often coincidentally having sudden huge lapses in their memory of what they cannot recall, and that Steven again is almost never mentioned. It is all about the defendants, their rights, not Steven's rights, just legal mumbo jumbo words, twisting and manipulating the holes in the law by using "magic" legal terms to evade the truth. Actors and Actresses
in a theatre of the absurd, a circus of clowns.

What I find is that I am treated like a criminal and that at no point is the legal system designed or even remotely concerned to be helpful or compassionate to us, the victims. Lawyers have gone as far as unbelievably trashing Steven, calling him unthinkable names, blaming his death somehow on him, looked into the most intimate, personal, irrelevant details of his/our lives, as if we were on trial, using provocation and baiting to try to get me to yell at them or attack them, as if in someway that would make me guilty of something.

"They" know the truth of Steven's unnecessary horrific suffering, yet hollow, hypocritical words of sympathy sometimes are offered to us, as if that makes everything OK, but actions speak the truth, that in the system of Law, human life is cheap and dispensable as a crushed paper cup.

Justice and accountability will be obtained in some ways for Steven by us, in the best honorable, truthful manner we know how, using the most professional caring Attorneys we have representing him. But justice and accountability is defined very differently by the legal system which dilutes, impersonalizes, and dishonors victims. Justice and accountability for killing a human being is elusive, in a legal system that mocks the innocent victims and degrades the amazing human life of Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff, lost to him, and to us, forever. Jerry

Disclaimer
The views and opinions expressed here represent my own and not those of anyone else.
The views and opinions expressed by me above, be they in text, pictures or sound, are my own not those of any one else. Any points of information written by me should not be considered facts and I will not be held liable were they to be considered as such and subsequently cause issues.
While I try and make my posts as accurate to my life as possible some things are deliberately left out or censored and as such my postings are not to be considered in any way a viable method for judging my character or suitableness, doing so will be considered an infringement of my rights. Where possible any infringement of my rights will be pursued using applicable points of law.

Visited Steven Today

Visited Steven's grave today with Sandy. We watered the shrubs and spoke to Steven. Sad, not much to say, but it always is brutal being there, not calming, he is really dead and it is not just a horrible nightmare. Today would be a day that Steven would love, filled with life, he no doubt would have many plans to enjoy today if he were alive. If only...............................

Lessons Taught by Big Brother

Jessica Wolkoff

"you taught me how to skip rocks and throw a frisbee ... I still can't do either."

Such a great picture of Steven in China on a business trip.

Today, June 21, 2010 is the second anniversary of Steven's tragic death. If you can, please take a moment now to remember who Steven was and how deeply he is missed by each of us.

The last time I spoke to Steven, was on the phone,
Tuesday evening, June 17 , 2008.

I didn't know that moment was going to be our last.
The last time I would talk to you, and hear your beautiful voice.

The last time I would tell you that I loved you, and hear you say “I love you too dad”. Strong and so real, so vibrant and alive.

A smiling face, with twinkling eyes, your special smile, my fine young man, my oldest child.The shattered remnant of my heart with holes so black and fathomless no light can ever fill. I am and will be in shock forever.

My three children are my life. It is almost impossible for me to face each day, except for the love of Jessica and Matthew still in my heart to keep me strong.

Time has passed before me, so bleak and dark and long, the wind that whispers through the trees, the brightest star at night, the rain on a dismal day, my endless dreams, nightmares, the constant thoughts, hearing the door bell ringing, seeing the 2 Nassau County Policeman at my door at 4 AM asking me politely if they could come inside, no eye contact from them, I knew and asked them "which one of my children", their response "do you have a son Steven living in San Francisco, he was killed in a car collision". That moment is frozen in my mind, repeating itself endlessly almost every waking and sleeping moment of my life.

The tragic death of Steven was caused by stupid, senseless acts. Every day, each night, my mind is focused on the highway at the collision, looking at Steven’s face while he is alive and then later, he is dead, covered by a yellow tarp on the highway, with his right arm sticking out from under the tarp.

The collision seems less a random act, and more determined, by a series of factors, not so benign, each one a contributing cause of my son’s death.

Steven was killed not by accident, but by horribly connected actions, and inactions, of many others, each building on the impact of the other. Steven’s death began when distinct acts of design and error grew to become the chaos of negligence.

Steven was killed because of a poorly designed highway, outmoded, dangerously engineered for the volume of the Saturday traffic, moving slowly or quickly, to pass or turn.

Steven was killed by the lack of highway signage and the carelessness of a local community program, having a gathering, unaware that their visitors, were parking, turning, clogging this already too narrow stretch of road.

Steven was killed by an army of first responders, Paramedics, Emergency Medical Technicians, Police, Firefighters, and Park Rangers, etc., busy littering the highway with equipment, while they tried to look busy and important.

Steven courageously lived for about an hour after the collision while multiple systems of rescue professionals failed to get my son to the hospital and were unable to properly provide a minimum standard of the medical skills that they were trained to perform.

The first responders missed his airway, suffocating him, vital oxygen crushing against his heart, lungs and diaphragm, taking his breath away, and horrifically killing him.

The responder’s mission, to stabilize Steven for triage care at the Hospital, failed, lost in a few hundred square feet of disorder, with no one in charge, no one leading, standing, telling, helping, shouting, or recognizing the obvious signs of their medical errors.

My son Steven was killed by carelessness, thoughtlessness, and negligence on the part of multiple entities and individuals.

A gifted, talented, precious, irreplaceable, meaningful life was stolen from all of us who loved him deeply, because of the actions of so many who, each in their own way, miserably failed to anticipate and recognize that the consequences of their actions and inactions, benign and not, destroyed Steven’s life.

I promise you Steven that we are doing our very best to obtain justice and accountability for you, in having had your life stolen from you.

My heart is broken, my Steven is gone, and we will mourn forever.

My first-born son, my Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff, so cruelly taken from us at the age of 30 years old.

Steven, I am sorry that I wasn't there to protect you.

I am sorry that it was you and not me.

I never said goodbye.

I will always remember you.

Rest In Peace, my Precious son. Love-Dad

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Steven Wolkoff: 1977-2008 Dark Day
Posted in Memoriam on June 22, 2008 by The Wolkoff Family


In Memoriam:

STEVEN NATHANIEL WOLKOFF

September 23,1977– June 21, 2008

Tragedy knows no bounds. On Saturday, June 21st, our dear friend and colleague Steve Wolkoff was killed in a five-car collision on Highway 1.

Our deepest sympathies, thoughts and prayers are with the Wolkoff family. FreeWheel prides itself on hiring the very best and brightest and Steve was no exception.

As one of our colleagues said, “we wish him God’s peace.”

FreeWheel | 2008.06.28

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