AW: Your Letter of Yesterday

Freitag den 11. Dezember 2009 0:25:50 Uhr Von: Charles Lincoln <charles.lincoln@rocketmail.com>

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 An: Dr. Orly Taitz ESQ <dr_taitz@yahoo.com>

3 Dateien  Alle herunterladen  December 7 First Amended Complaint 3 v Silverstein.pdf (394KB); December 7 2009 Response to Motion to Dismiss Lincoln v Silverstein.pdf (90KB); Response to Order to Show Cause Suzanne Segal 11-24-09.docx (41KB)

 

Dear Orly: So what's this about addressing me (in your Wednesday, December 9, 2009 letter below) as "Mr. Lincoln?" If you're going to be artificially impersonal, couldn't you at least call me "Dr. Lincoln?" I would always give you the honorific title to which you are entitled by education......if I didn't call you "Orly"..... You had previously told me not to write to you ever again, but I guess the fact that you've written this letter gives me license to respond....and I feel I must respond, because you are putting me in a worse and worse predicament. You have left me in the lurch in a very serious way---in so many ways, in particular on the litigation front, BUT: Nothing that you said on that awful Wednesday night, November 4, 2009, or at any time since changed or could have changed the fact that I had changed my life, especially my business and litigation, around you and in total and abject reliance and dependence on you. I still need you to be my lawyer against Silverstein and the banks. You put me in a position where I'm overextended because I

 

 

depended upon you and your promises to work with me and support me even. You had wanted me to be even more dependent on you because you wanted me to live at an apartment in Rancho Santa Margarita near your office where you could see me conveniently and without suspicious loss of time. You wanted me to have the window third of your office in Rancho Santa Margarita. You cleaned it out for me, you said it was mine, you set up computers for me in it. I made that my office address. I changed all my mailing addresses to YOUR office in Rancho Santa Margarita. And then on November 25, 2009, you wouldn't even meet me at that office, because you see, All that really happened when you called in a fearful tremulous little voice at 9:56 P.M. on Wednesday, November 4, 2009, sounding like someone was holding a gun to your head, which someone in particular I can think of may well have been doing---all that you really said that night was that you were cutting off our love affair and romance, on which my heart depended. You told me that night that we couldn't sleep together or have sex anymore and that's all been bad enough. As I told you a thousand times if I told you once:  you had re-awakened in my heart, body, and soul a hunger that I had allowed to die, a hunger for life and love and a woman's companionship and touch. Without your voice, without your touch, without the feel of your beautiful smooth pale "blue-blooded" skin

 

 

and the brightness of your eyes like bright flickering candles, ORLY, my life has gone dark indeed---very dark. I sit alone in the dark at night and miss you. I wake up in the mornings and wish you were coming through the door again as you did so many amazing mornings here. I want to hear you say you love me again, even if you say it in the softest whisper like you used to. I am a total wreck without you (physically, emotionally, and yes, financially and professionally). And even if I hadn't gotten sick, I couldn't have faced  you at court on Wednesday. Do you really want me to get that strength? I miss you too much, I love you too much, I need you too, too much. And really and truly, I need you in court even more than I need you in bed or in my life generally. I just need YOU Orly. I desperately really and truly do need you NOT to withdraw as my attorney, I need you to withdraw your withdrawal, and to work with me on all the mortgage cases on properties I now have in California---about a dozen---and those can serve as the nucleus for a genuine class action against every major bank in the United States, just as we had planned. You were with me when I first met the DeLeons. You invited them to come over to your office in Rancho Santa Margarita and you met them with me. You recommended that they hire me in your office way back in June. They were counting on your involvement, on you and me working together. They have now deeded me three houses. Even on the