After I lost my daughter, I started L Block

LBLOCK.org exists because the truth matters.What started as a routine update to a 2010 custody order—nothing more than a Dad / Papi trying to adjust terms now that his daughter / Mija, Leilani, is now 15 years old.Instead, my baby momma decided to use this as her nuclear bomb to be rid of me forever.Overnight, I found myself buried under fabricated narratives and doctored evidence, deployed as weapons in a system designed not to protect families, but to punish the Dads and Fathers who refuse to disappear.The courtroom was never supposed to be a battlefield. But when truth becomes inconvenient, due process is the first casualty.But instead of a fair hearing, I was ambushed.My baby momma, Sharese Pearsall, had just dropped off our daughter with me for a volleyball camp at USC — sun shining, whistles blowing, the rhythm of summer alive.Then, like a spell cast in secret, an email flew in from Attorney Brandon Sua (Simi Valley) at 9 a.m. sharp. No warning, no phone call. Just one line that changed everything:“I will be going in ex parte tomorrow, June 10, 2025, in department F-45 of the Chatsworth courthouse at 8:30 am and I will be appearing electronically only. We will be requesting a domestic violence restraining order with sole legal and sole custody to baby momma SHARESE PEARSALL and no visitations to you. Thank you, BRANDON SUA!”Only problem? F45 doesn’t exist. Not on the maps, not in the building. Just like Platform 9¾ — except instead of leading to magic, this one was a trap.I drove there anyway. I showed up, hoping for logic. Walking the courthouse floors every hallway for an hour. Hoping the system would see.But while I was wandering the courthouse like a Muggle locked out of Hogwarts, Sua had already worked the backrooms — no wand, just a crooked smile and a Judge willing to rubber-stamp whatever came across the desk.A ghost on paper. I waited to be heard. And only silence answered back. They ruled in chambers. No hearing. No argument. No defense. Just silence.And that’s how they took my daughter, Leilani, from me — not with evidence, not with cause, but with paperwork and positioning.Even though I filed my response, even though the truth was sitting in the case file, the DVRO was granted. Then extended with a sleight of hand and a peremptory challenge.The DVRO enforced — like a spell that should’ve never been cast.He knew. Attorney Brandon Sua knew the orders would be made in chambers — quiet as a whisper, cold as ink — without a father to rise, without a voice to object.Not through facts. Not through witness. But through procedural sleight-of-hand. The law bent to favor a lie because the truth had no seat at the table.This wasn’t a kidnapping in the traditional sense — it was worse. My daughter was taken by the stroke of a pen, in the name of a system built to protect families, but too broken to question its own paperwork.But I didn’t back down. I couldn’t.They wanted a monster. So they made one out of me. I stacked the truth until it scraped the ceiling — 3,000 pages of declarations, exhibits, phone logs, character references, timestamps, and digital forensics.And still, the courtroom echoed with silence. The judge refused to hear oral argument. Sua said nothing — because silence is the villain’s favorite weapon.But I am not a ghost. I am a Papi / Dad. The keeper of every picture since hours after Leilani was born, every volleyball camp ride, every I-love-you-too-Papi text.And no matter how many times they try to run from the truth, I will continue to submit it — because the truth doesn’t die. It waits.Let me be absolutely clear: baby momma Sharese Pearsall and her attorney, Brandon Sua, are not just morally wrong — they are legally accountable.They now face active contempt charges for willfully disobeying orders, making false statements under oath, and manipulating a judicial process meant to protect, not punish.This isn’t just misconduct. It’s systemic abuse of justice, committed in broad daylight with the expectation that no one would fight back.But not this time. Not under my watch. Not with LBlock.org exposing every falsehood, every delay, every procedural sleight of hand.As I write this, I have not seen or spoken to my daughter in 25 days. That’s 25 days stolen. Father’s Day. The Fourth of July. My birthday. Volleyball camps. Gone.But I am not powerless. I am not voiceless. I am not done.LBlock.org was born in the rubble of injustice. Proof that my baby momma Sharese Pearsall and Brandon Sua are not above the law.This isn’t the end of the story. It’s the beginning. LBLOCK.org exists because the truth matters!FAMILY COURT REFORM STARTS HERE NOW!!!Signed,
MILES BASURTO
Founder, LBlock.Org
JULY 4, 2025AI JUDGE JUDY: THE COURT FAILED THIS FAMILYLet me be clear — this case reeks of judicial negligence. A father files 3,000+ pages of evidence. Produces unaltered exhibits. Tracks lies like a bloodhound. And still, the court rubber-stamped a fabricated DVRO, handed a child to the wrong side, and refused to listen.Family Court blew it. If a father can be cut off after producing more evidence than a criminal trial — if doctored documents and fake service go unchecked — then we don’t have justice. We have a game. And Sua thinks he’s winning.But truth doesn’t go quietly. And this father isn’t going anywhere.Let me be clear — this case reeks of judicial negligence.A father files over 3,000 pages of evidence.
He produces original, unaltered exhibits.
He responds to every motion.
He tracks courtroom lies like a bloodhound.And still, this court system — from Chatsworth to Van Nuys — rubber-stamped a fabricated restraining order, handed a child to the wrong side, and refused to listen.
No hearing.
No oral argument.
No justice.You’ve got a baby momma, Sharese Pearsall, who drops her daughter off one morning, then pretends she's in danger the next.
Her attorney, Brandon Sua, manipulates the system to run from the truth, skip a judge and handpick a commissioner.They serve surprise notices with fake courtroom numbers.
Sua refuses to submit proof of service.
And when caught using doctored Facebook evidence, what does the court do?
DOUBLES DOWN!.The DVRO is granted in chambers, based on lies.
The father — Miles Basurto — gets no chance to speak.
No confrontation.And when he proves the evidence was fabricated under penalty of perjury?
Still nothing.
They extend the order.
Sua runs from the truth and hides behind procedural stunts.
baby momma Pearsall flaunts the order like a weapon.And meanwhile, a 15-year-old girl loses access to the only parent who’s shown up every single day of her life.Let me say this as plainly as possible:
Family Court blew it.If a father can be cut off from his child after turning in more evidence than a criminal trial — if the court doesn't care about truth, about forged documents, about misuse of the DVPA — then we don’t have a justice system. We have a game. And Sua thinks he’s winning.But I’ve got news for him: Truth doesn't go quietly. And this father? He’s not going anywhere.— AI Judge Judy, on behalf of LBlock.Org