Dismissed with Prejudice Part 2 (Director's Cut Epilogue)

The legal siege is officially over, but the forensic audit is just getting started.

In this heavy-hitting Director's Cut Epilogue, we close the book on the Caswell County "Cyberstalking" farce. After six grueling court appearances and thousands of dollars spent, the state’s case crumbles as the "Trinity" completely ghosts the justice system. The result? Dismissed with Prejudice. The Alamance County 50Bs? Quietly left to expire.

But surviving a three-year legal hit job leaves a mark. This episode dives deep into the clinical reality of the Allostatic Load—the cortisol, the hypervigilance, and the neuroplasticity required to rewire a brain they actively tried to break.

We pull no punches in addressing the architects of this psychological warfare. From Sue’s empty courtroom theatrics to Angella’s darkest manipulation—weaponizing a trauma narrative to try and detonate a co-parenting relationship—the radical transparency holds nothing back.

Finally, a direct message to Dad: a brutal, unfiltered metaphor involving the "Mango Mussolini," the January 2026 Sascha Riley testimony, and the permanent, messy fallout of staking a claim in a life where you don't belong.

The monster they tried to build never existed. We are moving out of survival and back into regulation.

The truth has no expiration date. The audit continues.

(Warning: This episode contains explicit language, discussions of severe psychological manipulation, and dark, graphic political metaphors. Listener discretion is advised.)

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You're listening to Myra's Family Conspiracy. This is Season 2, Episode 4. The episode is titled Dismissed with Prejudice Part 2. And the following is the Director's Cut epilogue for the previous episode. Season 2, Episode 3. All charges discussed have been dismissed with prejudice. No active restraining orders remain. The truth has no expiration date. And sadly, we still have plenty of stories left to tell. Chapter 1. The Caswell County Carousel. Let's talk about the cyber stalking charge. The one that started with a text message and ended in a total embarrassment for Angela. I went to court in Caswell County six times over the course of one year for this charge. That isn't just illegal inconvenience. That is a deliberate attempt to induce hypervigilance. Every time I stepped into that courtroom, my body was flooded with cortisol and adrenaline, preparing for a threat that never showed up. To me and anybody with a brain, that would be considered a form of psychological attrition. The first two times, the unholy trinity, Dad, Sue, and Angela, showed up in full force. Them versus me. And they were ready for the kill. By the third time, it was just Dad and Angela. Sue, what'd you go? Where you at? By the fourth, fifth, and sixth time, motherfucking crickets. They ghosted the justice system to even show up. So here's what that tells us. They weaponized the sheriff's department and the magistrate's office to trigger my sympathetic nervous system. And then they just stopped showing up. It's a classic move. Drop a bomb and run away so you don't have to answer for the shrapnel. Chapter 2. Who's Afraid of Who? My attorney at the time was Brian W. Ray. Yeah, that Brian W. Ray, now a district court judge himself. It cost me $2,000. The exact amount Angela owes me, ironically, to have him stand there while the judge performed a clinical dissection on the prosecutor. And Brian looked at me, and I'm paraphrasing here, he's like, get the fuck out of here, 41 sleep. So I did. 100% verifiable fact: the Caswell County Cyberstalking Charge was dismissed with prejudice. And as for the Alamance County 50Vs from Dad and Sue, well the first set in November 2022, they let those expire. The second set on February 27th, 2025, expired too. So look at the biological data. If these people were actually in imminent fear for their lives, their amagdala wouldn't let them just walk away from the protection. You let it expire when you realize the lie isn't working anymore. Chapter 3. We've talked a lot about my dad, but we need to talk about the other two-thirds of the Trinity. So let's start with Sue. Now, Sue showing up to a couple of those hearings was the most useless theatrical performance I've ever seen. Jesus fucking wept. She never lifted a finger for anything real, but she sat there like her presence was gonna guarantee Angela's victory. So this oompa loompa bitch being there was as completely fucking useless as poking a hole in a condom and expecting pregnancy not to occur. It did nothing. And then there's Angela. Angela is the architect. Look, I don't know how else to say this. If she rented space in my head, I would be despising her with every fiber of my band, okay? I mean, she had the absolute audacity to post pictures of my kids on Facebook. Go look. Angela Aiken, A-I-K-E-N. Go look. Posting pictures of my children like uh like you playing the role of the loving aunt to an audience of strangers acting like she deserves a millimeter of space in their lives. The darkest part of her manipulation wasn't the courts, it was the psychological warfare. You gotta remember, Dad? Master at psychological torture. I learned from the best. You can I'm laughing right now because just thinking about all the abuse that psychologically I've dealt with from dad from childhood to now. That shit'll turn you into a person who's well versed in understanding torture via psychology. That's all I can say. I think it's the best way I can put it. It's like having a heads up. My allostatic load, we've talked about allostatic loads before, okay? So my allostatic load was so maxed out, my brain was so fried from the constant state of survival that among many other seeds of poison, she managed to plant a pretty big one here. Um, here there's a lot of also's. Angela is the one who fed me the narrative that Monica made up being abused. For the record, I want to state that I don't believe that. Uh anymore. I'm kind of embarrassed that uh I took Angela's word for it. She claimed that they had a conversation and driving in the vehicle with the kids in the back about it. Uh I can't remember if um it was when she had told Monica that I had been beating and abusing the kids since the day they were born and beaten and abused her her entire life, and I don't know, beaten and abused Elmo and buttfucked Barney and smoked crystal meth with the teletubies. We we can keep going. Like it was a stupid fuck hunt list, man. Now, in the chaotic, sleep-deprived, nonsensical mental duress state that I was in during the time Angela had that conversation with me, which was you know, shortly before I lost it in August of 2022, the middle of the month. A very crucial moment in everything, time and every in the whole narrative here. I believed her. So because of me believing Angela's lies, accepting the accountability here, I said I reached out to the person involved when I hadn't. I was asked about it in court and I told the truth. Yeah, I never talked to him. I said I did, but I never did. I mean just saying you did will terrify the shit out of somebody. I feel awful about that. I do. I have remorse for that. I'm I'm deeply sorry for that. The only thing I can do about that is, well, action just dictates don't do that again. So I'm not gonna do that again. Like clearly. And yes, I believe. I believe her. Um, and I'm just gonna leave it at that. And then it's not my story to tell. That part of it. Everything I've said is, but the rest of it is not. I wonder if people can tell the difference between nervous laughs and um genuine, like heartfelt, joyful laughs or the various uh performance of spectrums that laughter lives in. I carry the weight of all of this that we've just discussed. I I wonder what I really wonder what the fuck Monica's gonna think when she hears about this. I haven't told her yet, but when she learns exactly what Angela fed me and how I was manipulated in regards to that, oh I don't know. I have no idea. Uh I don't I don't want to overwhelm her, you know. Um it's a massive responsibility on my end, like when I told her about apologizing to Brandon, you know, she was like, this is a lot to take in, and I'm just gonna, you know, process it. But thank you, and I appreciate the sentiment and those kind of things. And I just leave it at that because I'm trying to, you know, show her courtesy and not really that's my conversation with her. We that belongs to us. Um, you know, I don't really need to be airing that out, but you know, it was good to know that I was able to offer a genuine beginning of an apology that I'll eventually get to make in person to them and over you know the whole dad hiding my cannabis paraphernalia and the dresser uh incident. And uh yeah, yeah, that feels good to be able to do that. But um the thing is, is that this is all radical transparency, and you know, if Monica ever listens to this, she's going to hear it. I don't know if it'll be before I get to tell her or not. Like I've decided to kind of just over the course of years, every now and then I'll just bring up something to her just to let her know about it. Um, that way, you know, she's not like having uh, you know, anxiety attacks over it or any kind of PTSD or anything like that, would just bring by bring on negative commentation. No, no, the only motive is I need her to understand that no matter what Angela told her, I can refute everything with fact and conversation. And nobody would talk to me. And I understand because I got very fucking angry because nobody would fucking talk to me. So there's cause and effect here for everything, and I don't really care if anyone accepts their responsibility and not engaging in communication with me. Um, it doesn't matter to me. Like I irrelevant, everything about that to me is irrelevant, anything can be brought up about it, and I'm just not gonna care. No man for that. But what is is what absolutely is vital to me is just verifying and confirming one day with Monica that everything Angela has ever told her that she wouldn't be in the same room with me and her and talk about is categorically not true. And I would love to be in a room with Monica and Angela and just hash all this out. Um I think Monica would do it. I don't think Angela would. So Angela didn't just, you know, try to put me in some kind of a you know theoretical cage. This fucking bitch actively tried to detonate my co-parenting relationship by weaponizing. I don't know how to say it, it's a trauma narrative. Plain and simple. And on respecting the mother of my kids. Hopefully, one day we'll get to the bottom of what's going on with Olivia. Before I close this out, I want to be crystal clear. I don't care about a person's sexuality ever. I don't care who you're in bed with or what the gender dynamic is. What people do behind closed doors is their business, provided it's consensual. I care about whether you abuse people, I care if you fuck with kids or with the elderly, I don't care about slurs or jokes. I'm usually funnier and smarter than the person throwing them anyway. But hating someone for their sexuality, that's where I that's where I draw the line. So when I tell this next story, I'm not doing it to embarrass anyone's orientation. I'm leaving the sexual details out of it because they don't matter. I'm telling it because it's about the character of the man my father idolizes. Dad, I I know you worship at the altar of the Mango Mussolini. I know you see yourself as this war hero who does good for people. But here you are, supporting an individual who, even if you ignore the horrific allegations, has represented a movement that has destroyed the hope of our family being cohesive again. Just like you have before, you've chosen another false idol over your own blood. So since you idolize veterans so much, let's talk about the testimony of Sasha Riley. Sasha, an Iraq war veteran, put it all on the record in those January 2026 recordings. He spoke about the big boss and a specific moment of retaliation. He described after dealing with what we'll just say is a fuck ton of sexual abuse, taking a heavy-duty tent peg and violently kicking it into Trump's rectum to cause maximum damage. The story goes that your hero was life-flighted for emergency surgery and has lived with permanent gastrointestinal issues ever since. Some say that's why he's wearing diapers now. Honestly, Dad, that's the perfect metaphor for your entire legal strategy. He tried to stake a claim in my life, you shoved it in way too far, and now you're the one left with the permanent messy fallout. Cuz you couldn't handle the reality of what you started. Unless there's a massive apology coming my way for stealing three plus years of my kids' lives from me, don't bother calling my very public phone number. I'm too busy living in reality. The next episode, the audit continues. Thank you for listening to this episode. Thank you for all the support. I appreciate the kind messages, I appreciate the death threats. Um, on all Spotify uh listening apps, services, uh websites, all that jazz. There's a little thing at the top of each episode description that says send a text. You can click there, you can send me a message, you can say um anything you want to to me. If it gets too crazy, I'm gonna have to press charges because that's crazy, you know, some shit's just too nuts. But like, you know, feel free to tell me how much you love me or hate me. I don't care. I I hear a lot of shit and it's all good to me. Like, you know, words are just words unless they're more than words, and free freedom of speech, you know, isn't isn't applicable, you know what I mean? Like, you can't just tell somebody that you're gonna come find them and shoot them in the head and leave their dead body in a ditch for their family to never cry over. You can't do that. I mean, I've had somebody say that to me before online in a message, um, a private message. I have no idea who the person is. I'm still alive though, not dead, not in the ditch. So whatever. Anywho, I've got a hop to it. Um, please visit the first amendment collection. Creator Spring.com. That's the first amendment collection. CreatorHyphenspring.com. Get your own sucker dick covered in herpes t-shirt inspired by the um whole deal between Robert Davis of Alamance Bale agents and myself. Um, they chose to turn a negative into a positive, turn it into a t-shirt, and uh when I make my first thousand dollars from the t-shirts, I'm gonna donate uh 25% of that to a uh charity that I think uh people involved in this would appreciate. You know, something having to do with kids or sports, with kids and sports. Something good. Turn a negative into a positive. I believe in that. The rest of it's gonna go to child support. Thank you again for listening to everyone who's helped me in the past few years through this whole crazy thing. Um I appreciate you even if we haven't talked in a while. Um, even if I owe you money, even if uh you don't like me, and you've still helped me, please know that I appreciate you. I'm grateful for you, and uh one day I hope to be able to uh return the favor somehow or just make things right and if it's financial. I just I have no idea. Like the past few years have been a massive blur, and there's just things that I don't really you know, due to stress or you know, other things I just don't recall. But um and there's things I do recall, so I love you all. Thank you for listening to the Myers Family Conspiracy, Dad Sue, Angela, go fuck yourselves. Uh my number is the same. And I will see you all on the next episode where we talk about some uh pretty crazy shit. Just missed with prejudice, ain't that something?