The insanity just keeps on happening.
On Saturday I was feeling bored and wanted to get out of the house, so I invited two of my upstairs neighbors to go with me on a random jaunt. One chose to stay home, and the other, my landlord-roommate’s cousin, went with me. We ended up heading to one of those open-air malls and looked around, and had some lunch at Chipotle while we were at it.
While we were waiting for the bus to get out there, however, the drunken sociopath called his cousin up wanting something, and the cousin told him he was hanging out with me. His response was apparently, “What the fuck ever.” He would call several times during the journey. My landlord-roommate relies on his cousin to get him his three wine bottles per day and his fast food, both of which he can do without, and neither of which was a dire need that had to be fulfilled straight away.
When we got back my landlord-roommate spent the better part of two hours screaming at his cousin for hanging out with me, calling him stupid for going on such a long journey just to get something to eat, telling him how stupid I am, saying neither of us can cook even though my job involves quite a bit of cooking and I’m fairly good at it, accusing his cousin of lying, and all manner of obscenities.
After he’d gone to bed, the cousin and I went down the street to where his other roommate works to discuss the situation and vent, because episodes like this are all too frequent and all four of us are sick of dealing with this drunken, abusive disgrace to the uniform. The homeowners are in their eighties and in poor health and therefore don’t have the strength to take this asshole to housing court to evict him, although, one of them has a grandson who doesn’t like him and might be willing to do it—but for whatever reason, that hasn’t happened yet.
My landlord-roommate spent several times yesterday repeating his yelling at his cousin over this.
I know at some point all this is heading for a violent episode that will result in someone getting sent to the hospital—or worse, the morgue. The cousin has cerebral palsy and other health problems and can’t care for himself beyond a certain point. He has no other relatives who can take him in. And his cousin has him too scared to leave with lies about how awful nursing homes and halfway houses are and how they restrict freedoms for residents, so that the cousin is too frightened to move out. So the cousin feels trapped with no way out. There is, too, a grudging sense of duty to care for the degenerate downstairs, who is afflicted with PTSD from war, war injuries causing neuropathy in his feet, prostate cancer, and of course the drug and alcohol abuse that aggravate all of the health problems.
But there’s the rub: in spite of all these health problems, most of which are self-inflicted and inflamed by the alcohol, my landlord-roommate refuses to go to the hospital or to rehab and get better. He’d rather stay home and take everything out on everyone around him, especially his cousin, and drink himself to death. He’s a fifty-seven-year-old child with guns and a serious drug abuse problem, a deadly combination.
I think the point is rapidly coming when all four of us are going to end up leaving (three of us anyway, including me), and this clown will end up on the nightly news having started some gun battle with neighbors, police, or both after a drunken rage following a flashback.
The three of us who sublet rooms from the psychotic didn’t know what he is when we first moved in; it was only afterward that he showed his true colors. Now that we’ve been here a while, we’re stuck for ideas on what to do. The homeowners seem unwilling to do anything. We all fear for the cousin’s safety. Even though one homeowner instructed me to call the police if my roommate starts up, the practical concerns of actually doing this are obvious: being the primary leaseholder on the duplex, what are the chances that he won’t evict all of us, or do something violent on getting out, or do both if the officers leave without arresting him? (That’s a very real likelihood given the laziness of Cleveland cops.) And since the elderly homeowners haven’t the strength to evict him, that leaves a situation none of the rest of us can do much about.
At some point something has to give. I’m just afraid someone’s going to get seriously hurt or killed before it does.
My roommate/landlord came back last week from physical rehabilitation, after spending a month in the hospital from the day after Labor Day. He went in because of his physical deterioration stemming from daily alcohol abuse. He spent the better part of the summer drinking himself into a coma when he wasn’t abusing his handicapped cousin who lives upstairs, shitting, vomiting, and pissing all over the place.
The morning he finally called the ambulance to go in, I stepped in a patch of piss-soaked carpet, and cursed under my breath for the way the bastard left the unit.
A month and a half of relative peace and quiet, free from yelling and stench and fumes, and now, not even a week after getting back all sober and acting almost normal, as I sit here typing this entry up, the asshole is at it again drinking and yelling at his cousin.
The homeowner is elderly and in ill health himself and hasn’t the energy to evict this piece of shit.
I’m tempted to call the police, but because my roommate/landlord has guns, I fear what might happen if they come out and he in his paranoia decides to go out in a blaze of glory taking people with him when he goes down.
So all I can do for now is post pictures I took shortly after my roommate/landlord went into the hospital, so you can see the state of the unit after his summer-long drinking binge.
Yesterday the homeowner had someone out to steam-clean the carpeting, so it looks almost new. I guarantee that it’ll be right back to looking like what’s in the pictures I took before the year is out.
I did get a notice from the county housing authority that my application has been approved, but it will take anywhere from a month to a year before a unit becomes available. I’m stuck here until then.
The lies just keep on coming.
Oh so now you’re screen grabbing her private messages? Does she know this? I’m sure she’d like to know you’re violating her private messages either by text, Facebook, or E-mail. Maybe somebody should let her know you’re doing that and if you try to deny it, We’ll just screen grab this so she knows it’s authentic. It will be up to her who she believes. As for who messaged her, it wasn’t us. Maybe there’s more people out there who thinks she’s a slut. You can’t say for sure.
As I’ve demonstrated already, liar-boy, you gave yourself away when you used your ‘getalifemike2013’ e-mail account to post your troll comments on my blog.
As can be seen in the screen captures, the IP addresses all match, and you slipped up in using your e-mail address instead of the fake ones you used to pretend you were different people. I have more where those came from, so keep lying and see how far that gets you, child.
So tell me, boy, what exactly makes my friend a “slut”? Is it because she rejected your advances, or is the mere act of being female and associating with me enough to justify being called nasty names by you? I just want to make sure your delusion is made clear so when anyone sees it he or she will know just how much of a lunatic you are.
Once more, you sound like an arrogant asshole. The word is real and has been used, especially in the legal sense. You can mock us or others who have used it, but at least we mastered driving, getting a steady check, and not being a sponge off other people. So seriously, where does being a grammar nazi really get you? It gets you unemployment, food stamps, and a panhandling web account. Forgive us if we don’t stop and bow at your reverence. Maybe if we try hard enough, we’ll lack common sense and make bad decisions just like you.
No, you’re just an idiot who can’t master basic spelling and grammar. I’m amazed a knuckle-dragging Troglodyte like you even managed to get a driver’s license, let alone find a job willing to keep you for any length of time. It does, after all, require good reading skills to be able to drive safely (you need to know what is printed on any given traffic sign, for example). Calling someone of Polish descent a Nazi is about the same as calling a Jew a Nazi: insulting and a slap in the proverbial face to all those who suffered and died under that evil regime. But then, you’re a deranged child who doesn’t care whom he hurts, so you figure you can’t be expected to show some fucking humanity. Also, a complete warping of history to suit a poor defense of your inability to communicate like someone who doesn’t have brain damage is really lame.
There’s more to the imbecile’s latest troll post but it’s just repetitive bullshit he’s spewed onto the ‘net enough times there’s no need to even address it.
As for David, well, he is, as always, making false assumptions.
If you children actually took your own orders to me and got lives of your own, you might actually not be so bloody pathetic.
UPDATE I (28 July, 2015 at 10:15AM):
So now you’re sending her messages after calling her a slut? What exactly do you think you’re trying to accomplish? Is it another division and isolation scheme? Your derangement puzzles me. First you send her nasty messages calling her names. Then you impersonate her on my blog. You continue to call her nasty names. Then you deny ever having sent her messages in the first place and try to pretend it was someone else, and when I present incontrovertible evidence that you did do that, you go ahead and send her another message saying I posted screen caps of our conversation. I did that in order to prove what a liar you are, and blocked out the name in order to protect my friend’s identity. I didn’t block yours because your shameful behavior really does need to be exposed for what it is. You shouldn’t be allowed to anonymously stalk, harass, and bully people. There’s a certain level of crazy that may be dismissed as harmless, and then there’s the level you exist on, which crosses lines that are worthy of criminal prosecution.
UPDATE II (28 July, 2015 at 11:05AM):
At the request of my friend I removed the Facebook screen captures. I should have asked for and received her permission before posting them and for that I apologize. I also inadvertently used an unedited version of the blog comment screen capture in which the troll posed as my friend. That, too, has been rectified. Sorry for my part of the mess.
UPDATE III (29 July, 2015 at 11:10AM):
Gloating now, I see.
Okay, first things first. You sent my friend messages through Facebook trying to drive another wedge between us, but you’re still calling her a slut. Of course, your reason for doing that comes solely from your insane hatred for me and absolutely nothing else. But it’s interesting that you’re actually bragging about this.
Second, I applied for public housing four years ago. It’s taken this long simply to get an interview to determine eligibility because of the massive backlog of applications.
Third, Defending myself against yet another lie told by my crazy younger “brother” isn’t anything but what it is. Stop projecting your own degeneracy onto me.
Fourth, to my other friend who now apparently thinks it’s her business to meddle in the friendships of other people, might I suggest you mind your own business. You betrayed our friendship and now you’re trying to ruin my friendship with someone else. Just because you’re having a hissy fit because I called you out for snooping in my password-protected blog doesn’t give you the right to sabotage my social relationships with others. I don’t go around badmouthing you to your friends.
UPDATE IV (29 July, 2015 at 11:37PM):
The Fail is strong with this one…
We didn’t write to the SLUT BAG so stop your lying, BOY! We also don’t hate you and that’s just your insane assumption. Face facts, that’s just another lie you keep telling yourself.
Suuuure, which is why you keep sending her messages or else having one of your flunkies do it for you. You got caught and you know it, and no amount of lame denials is going to change that fact. Your every action drips with hatred. Pretty much everyone I’ve shown your insanity to concurs.
What difference does it make when you applied? There’s no reason for you need to take a good home from real person or family in need.
You wrote “now” I want public housing, which is a lie. I applied for it years ago, so it can hardly be something new. And I am a person in need, since you obviously haven’t bothered to notice, which is why I applied in the first place.
Excuse us, we are not the ones who sent out for female lingerie coupons, you creepy little pervert. YOU DID!
Are you really this stupid? Why the blueberry fuck would I send away for something and have it delivered someplace I no longer reside, knowing there would be zero chance of recovery? It’s a random mailing by people who neither know or care to get their info straight.
As usual, you blame someone else for your own faults. That stupid windbag you once called friend is correct because it serves you right!
For someone who claims to have former friends as his eyes, ears, and allies, you sure do like to insult them. What do you think they would say if “someone” showed them the screen caps of you posting this crap?
Now get out there, stop spending so much time on the internet, and get a job so you can rent your own place (Not a room where the landlord make you clean his shitty asshole) and eat your own food, BOY!
Speaking of crap, it’s left on the toilet seat. I’m obviously not going to clean the boy up. Now piss off, child. You and your troll buddies have done enough damage.
UPDATE V (30 July, 2015 at 12:00PM):
Yes, the Fail is very strong with this one.
There’s a clear way to resolve who messaged the SLUT and that’s by asking her. That will close the case on that little mystery. Of course, you’ll deny that the same way you denied any wrong doing on your own part by losing the friendship of Just a Windbag A Bloggin. It’s always someone else. Never you. You’re poor, it’s someone else’s fault. You get kicked out of multiple homes, it’s someone else’s fault. You can’t utilize your useless degree, it’s someone else’s fault. Most people see that. Even the ones who don’t agree with our methodology.
Again, you’re lying about us hating you. Just because you pull that out of your ass doesn’t make it true. We get to say if we hate you. Not you, BOY!
Okay, this is one of those many, many instances where your hatred is pretty obvious. No one posts stuff like this out of love or friendship. It’s done purely out of hatred, but as always, you knew that already when you wrote this. You are incapable of telling the truth. And what’s with calling people nasty names when you’re trying to get their support in your worthless crusade? Don’t you think you’re sabotaging your own agenda? Or is it because they wouldn’t sign on to your sick vendetta that you’re resorting to insult? That’s very telling.
Again, we didn’t send anything to the vagina grand canyon. If she said we sent anything then she isn’t only a slut, but a liar. As for calling us flunkies, we we are not the ones using food stamps, begging for money, or cleaning poop from our landlord’s bunghole. None of us ever tried to use a parent’s death to get pity and money. You forgive him? YOU FORGIVE HIM? He didn’t do anything wrong and he knew you weren’t all there. We didn’t make that up, you wrote that yourself. Later, you wrote a scathing blog on a different site about how Father’s Day should be for those who are worthy of it, claiming your DAD wasn’t.
Lie. What she said or didn’t say is for us to know and you to piss your pants about. For the last time, I’m not cleaning him up. I’m cleaning up the messes he leaves in the bathroom. Try reading what I post instead of wasting your massive amount of time trying to come up with some way to lie about it.
And let’s get one thing absolutely clear, you fucking degenerate: What happened between my father and me and our subsequent reconciliation is NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS. Things change. People change. The things I wrote in anger and pain years ago are no longer relevant to things that happened afterward. Your disgusting use of my late father as a weapon against me is about as low as one can go, and you do it precisely because you know it pushes my buttons. If you were to say something like that to a person on the street, it’s very likely you would be suffering a broken jaw at the very least. You might not even get back up again after ripping into someone like that using a deceased relative, because you’d get your ass beaten so badly. So what in the FUCK, besides cowardly hiding behind an anonymous user handle, makes you think you can do that to me? That you do hide like a coward is why you think you can get away with stuff.
The better question is….why would you be getting these coupons? Sexy lingerie companies don’t just send mail to random strangers unless they signed up for them. Maybe you just wanted to whack it to the pictures. Maybe you wanted to wear the panties. Maybe you have a fetish to wank it to female panties. Hard to say. All we know, based on the evidence, that you have unusual sexual appetites.
Oh, I don’t know, maybe because companies have a habit of sending people things they never ordered.
Of course, free or low-priced magazine trial offers aren’t new. As Meredith Wagner, executive vice president for MPA, The Association of Magazine Media notes: “It’s a well proven method for publishers to find new readers. And consumers get to sample new magazines and may find one that they enjoy reading that matches their interests well.”
But over past few years, as print magazine circulation has slid, promotions have become particularly aggressive — though perfectly legal, says Katherine Hutt, the BBB’s national spokesperson.
Since 2000 I’ve received in the mail things I’ve never ordered. I’ve gotten Parents Magazine, diaper samples, and other pre- and post-natal samples from a company that was under the mistaken impression that I was a pregnant woman (their invoices even had me named ‘Michaela’ or ‘Michael A’). I’ve received issues of Money Magazine, having never subscribed, with threatening expiration notices demanding I renew the subscription I never made in the first place. More recently, I’ve found myself sent issues of Architectural Digest even though, again, I never sent away for it.
Now, I realize that your hatred of me has caused your I.Q. to drop; I mean, look at your atrocious grammar—I’m pretty sure there are five year olds who could write a more coherent sentence than you can. But really, you need to do your homework before leaping to false conclusions. Again, there is no logical reason to send away for something, using a name I no longer even have, or having it sent to a place in which I no longer reside. And if you look at the above screen capture, it shows the morons even got my name wrong, using a different middle initial than what I had under my old surname. A sane person would think about that for a few seconds and reach the logical conclusion. But you? As crazy as you are, you automatically had to make that leap, as did your pal David. It never once occurred to you assholes that there might be another, far more plausible, and much more mundane explanation.
Countdown to your next delusional rant-fest commencing now.
UPDATE VI (17 August, 2015 at 11:00AM):
Does this ass clown ever get tired of lying?
Again, I wipe down the toilet seat, not somebody’s ass. Get your facts straight, child.
As for the potential job in China, do you really think I’m that stupid that I wouldn’t check it out before applying? I did, and the company is legitimate. They cover the work visa, dumbass. All I have to worry about are the passport and the plane ticket.
Your opinion of my photography skills is as worthless as you are, so don’t expect anyone to concur with you.
The average cost of professional head shots alone can be anywhere from seventy-five dollars to two hundred dollars—minimum—so my offering them for a fifty dollar contribution is actually inexpensive. You’d know that if you weren’t so riddled with hate that you feel the need to accuse me of ripping people off even when it’s obvious I’m doing no such thing.
Keep flailing about, child. Keep trying desperately to convince people you’re anything but a psychopath of a loser who lives in his mommy’s attic and has nothing better to do all day than to attack me online because you’re too much of a coward to face me and say all this in person. Maybe someday you’ll convince yourself. But I doubt it.
UPDATE VII (27 August, 2015 at 9:30PM):
This sicko has a disgusting habit of attacking me using dead friends and relatives as his rhetorical weapons, and it pisses me off.
Dismissing the rest of your drivel for the dishonest, ignorant bullshit you always spew, I want to address this appalling garbage in particular:
We’re sorry, when was the last time you visited with this so-called friend? If it’s been years, why now all of a sudden do you want to go to his funeral event? Why not pay your respects some other time? How about when you’re not working? We believe there is more to the story than you’re letting on.
You’re willing to screw yourself for some stupid principle that actually has nothing to do with your deceased friend. It has to go with your ego. You can’t stand someone telling you no.
You really are a sick piece of shit for using my dead friends and relatives as rhetorical weapons with which to attack me. How dare you do this!? What kind of depraved, subhuman savage does this? Answer: YOU. How full of hate you are to pull stunts like this. Someone’s loved one dies and instead of displaying even the slightest shred of human decency, you just ramp up the attacks. This shit’s getting really old, child. Degenerate psychopaths like you ought to be locked away where you can’t hurt anyone.
UPDATE VIII (30 August, 2015 at 2:10PM):
Do you ever get tired of spewing your unbelievable bullshit?
You are so far removed from reality it is impossible for you to ever come back, if you ever had a grip on it to begin with.
UPDATE IX (31 August, 2015 at 4:20PM):
I am talking, child. I’m speaking and writing the truth: You are completely bat-shit insane. That you can’t handle that isn’t my fault, but you insist on making it my problem.
UPDATE X (2 September, 2015 at 5:50PM):
Someone has a rather unhealthy obsession.
Who exactly is twisting your arm to follow my every social media post? No one. You make the conscious decision to do that. Isn’t it time you ended your stalking and focused on your own life instead of obsessively hounding someone else? Again, no one is forcing you to wage your little crusade. You made the choice on your own to do that. You’re the only one who takes any issue with what I do or don’t do with my life.
UPDATE XI (7 September, 2015 at 11:00AM):
And the bullshit just keeps on coming.
Now that is so poorly blotted out that it really wouldn’t take a genius to figure out who is being libeled. Every time you post your bullshit, child, you give yourself away just a little bit more.
As for your latest round of crap, I’d like to ask you one question today: To what extent do you agree with my assertion that you’re a narcissist?
If your dad and english teacher were still alive, they’d shake their heads at your insanity.
There you go again, dragging my dead father and my dead friend into it, using them as weapons against me. You really have no shame and no humanity at all. You are subhuman.
Stop blaming poverty for your failures. You and you alone are the reason you’re in the mess that you’re in. Make yourself accountable for once in your pathetic life.
Bullshit. I did not do this to myself and you know it.
So much for that stellar degree that makes you think you’re better than other people.
I’ve never thought myself better than anyone else. I went for me degree because it was what I wanted to do with my life and because the jobs that pay more than minimum wage require college degrees. Without a college degree, there is ZERO chance of securing truly gainful employment. Minimum wage jobs never have and likely never shall pay enough to live on. That you think I should waste my life doing jobs that keep me mired in poverty is beyond insanity, and indicative of just how much of a mental case you really are.
By the way, your pathetic excuse for a “contract” is about as racist as it can get. I’m fairly certain Chinese people do not go around pelting visitors to their country with egg rolls or calling them ’round eyes’. That you actually see nothing wrong with making remarks like that is telling.
UPDATE XII (8 September, 2015 at 12:45PM):
The definition of ‘Degenerate’:
1. having lost the physical, mental, or moral qualities considered normal and desirable; showing evidence of decline.
“a degenerate form of a higher civilization”
synonyms: debased, degraded, corrupt, impure; formalvitiated
“a degenerate form of classicism”
noun: degenerate; plural noun: degenerates
1. an immoral or corrupt person.
synonyms: reprobate, debauchee, profligate, libertine, roué
“a group of degenerates”
In response to my earlier post about the ass clown being subhuman for using my dead friend and my dead father to attack me:
Wrong. It is fact that they have criticized your behavior. One claimed you were not all there and the other called you a nut. Deny it if you want, but it doesn’t make it less true because you don’t like it.
My friend never called me a ‘nut’. You just lied—AGAIN. My Dad was basically brainwashed by my “mother” and would have said anything to prevent her from going to jail even after he’d just witnessed the evil old hag attacking me with the blade end of a snow shovel. At any rate, what went on between my Dad and me is, as I’ve said repeatedly, none of your fucking business you god-damned degenerate.
This is coming from the BOY who made racist statements about Southerners in a past blog because your boss ordered you to work instead of going to a funeral that you were going to use as an “ass kissing” social event.
What in the blueberry FUCK is wrong with you, boy? You really think anyone would only go to a funeral just to kiss ass or schmooze? Not everyone is a psychopathic, amoral piece of shit like you; most people are decent enough to go to funerals to mourn the deceased and nothing else, so stop projecting your personal moral failings onto others. And Stupid, southerners aren’t a “race”. They’re a geographically located group. Get a clue.
First, take a look at your own situation. What has your degree given you other than working at places that serve food? You might chime in and mention China, but c’mon…you’ll go there and probably get your organs harvested by some Chinese underground gang. That or you’ll mouth off to some Chinese authoritative figure and you’ll end up working as a sex slave.
There you go again with the racism. What is it with you, anyway? Are you some card-carrying member of the Ku Klux Klan, or are you simply a bigoted douchebag?
Child, you keep acting as if you know me. You don’t. Everything you think you know about me is a Lie told by crazy people who hate my guts. You’ve known that from the very beginning. You’re also incredibly arrogant to think you have any right whatsoever to dictate who may do what with his or her life. You don’t.
But the fact remains that you’re a subhuman savage who will stoop to any low—from attacking people through their deceased loved ones to making false accusations—in order to press your sick vendetta.
You think I owe you something. After everything you’ve done to me, I owe you nothing. What you want from me I neither have nor am I inclined at this point to give even if I did have it. Go fuck yourself, degenerate.
UPDATE XIII (9 September, 2015 at 3:45PM):
Actually, your dead friend did think you were nuts. If anyone is lying, it is you, BOY! As for your dead father, how dare you insult his intelligence. How could you be so disrespectful and act as if he had no mind of his own? Just because you are a weak minded twit doesn’t mean he was. You’re not even a percent of a man he was. The police saw no cause to arrest her, but they almost arrested you because of your smart little mouth. Of course, when anyone disagrees with you, you call them names. Let’s face facts, your mother might be a bitch, but you getting hit with that shovel was karma. You’re lucky most people don’t knock you on your ass with the way you run that mouth. All bark and no bite, BOY!
And you would know what he thought of me how…? Somehow I don’t think you’re in a position to know the minds of my deceased friends and relatives. My aunts both concur that my “mother” had my Dad so helpless and beaten down that he simply rolled over and went along with her line of thinking just to get her off his back. Next time, degenerate, know what the f*** you’re talking about before you go spewing your lies.
Oh, and it is our god-damned business. Don’t like it, don’t post your shit all over the web, stupid.
They weren’t your friends and relatives. They were mine. It’s none of your goddamned business—period.
There’s nothing wrong with me, BOY! You’re the one who thinks it’s okay to drop jobs to see the dead when you couldn’t do it while he was alive. I can understand his family and close friends wanting to pay their respects, but you were neither. You were just another leech, wanting him to rescue you from yourself. Thank goodness he never did because he was a man of honor.
You know nothing, you worthless piece of shit. Mr. Massaro did far more for me than you can possibly comprehend, because you’re too full of hate to see what people do for one another. You’re even crazier than I thought if you think it’s okay to blow off someone’s funeral, especially if it’s for family or close friends.
F***ing degenerate scumbag attacking people through friends and relatives, living or dead, because you’re too much of a pussy to face me directly and say stuff to my face. You’re a psychopath and a coward, a bully of the lowest sort. You’re utterly worthless and so is your opinion.
UPDATE XIV (10 September, 2015 at 7:15PM):
Don’t worry about how we know. Just know that we do.
You know absolutely nothing. You didn’t know him and you weren’t there.
As for your aunts, their opinion doesn’t matter.
Actually, Stupid, yes it does matter, because they were his sisters and they were the ones talking to him when his youngest son was busy staying away. My one aunt sent me a message via Facebook after Dad was put in the nursing home saying he told her he felt he had no choice in my eviction because his wife and other son were pressuring him. So fuck you once again and fuck what you think you know. You know nothing.
The idea that your father didn’t have a mind of his own is so insulting that you should be ashamed of yourself.
Ever hear of Stockholm Syndrome, Stupid?
1.How do you know we weren’t friends or relatives to them? Big assumption.
Well, let’s see now…you claim you’re not David or Mallory, so that’s two suspects eliminated assuming you’re not lying like you always do. And if you’re not Rick as you claim, assuming you’re not lying like you always do, then you never knew Mr. Massaro. And really, I don’t imagine anyone else who knew him being psycho enough to stoop to the sort of subhuman, hate-driven garbage you’ve been engaging in for two years now.
2.Don’t post your business for everyone to see and people won’t comment….PERIOD
Yet you get pissed every time I call you out on your unmitigated bullshit and every time I post screen captures of your filth. Hypocritical much?
We agree, he has done a lot for you. It just didn’t go the other way because you’re a parasite who feeds off others kindness and generosity until they get sick of you. He got sick of you in the end like so many others. To pretend otherwise would be a lie. The point is, you could have visited his grave at anytime to pay your respects. You didn’t have to go to his funeral to schmooze and kiss ass when there’s work to be done. You always were lazy.
This is so utterly delusional I don’t quite know where to begin to take it apart, but I’ll give it a go.
1.) At no time did Mr. Massaro ever express “being sick of” me, nor did I ever stay with him or ask him for anything.
2.) Only a subhuman, degenerate piece of shit like you would make such a false accusation. You like to project your faults and failings onto others, so maybe you use funerals as an excuse to schmooze. I, on the other hand, being a sane person with no ulterior motives, went to pay my respects and say goodbye to my late friend. How fucking dare you, you savage!
3.) I work my ass off daily just to pay the rent, for food, and to get myself to and from work. Again, maybe since you don’t do any actual work you figure you can project your own laziness onto others, but you know nothing of what I do or how hard I work. Unlike you, I have a job and I do it to the best of my abilities. I can’t imagine, what with all the time you spend tracking down my every social media post and writing up hit pieces on my from the imaginary safety of your anonymous user handle, that you even leave your parents’ attic.
Yeah, saying anything to your face would be pointless. We are not scared of you, there’s just no point to say anything to your face. You’d provoke us so you’d have an excuse to be the victim and call the cops.
NOT TODAY, BOY!
That’s because you’re a fucking coward who knows he can’t say shit to my face without revealing himself. You know I’d call you out for your bullshit. You’re not afraid of me because of anything physical I may or may not do. You’re afraid of me because being exposed for the worthless loser you really are would cause your delusionary little world to crumble down around you. I imagine you don’t have any real friends, and that if word got out that this is what you like to do for a hobby, people would loathe you even more than they probably do already.
UPDATE XV (14 September, 2015 at 12:15PM):
Now this BULLshit:
Shows just how much of a subhuman, degenerate piece of shit you really are. Obviously, with you, there’s no room for changing one’s mind or growing or anything else—a person has to remain static all the time. Or probably you only apply that standard to me because it fits in with your delusional hatred. Whatever the case, it’s bullshit just like everything else you vomit out onto the Internet.
You’re just an insane whack-job filled with hate and loathing who thinks I owe him something because he’s too much of a pussy to get his own life in order, so he has to tear into me to make himself feel like something resembling a human being.
You talk to my ex-friends and relatives trying to get what you think is dirt on me, but all you get are lies fed to you by deranged assholes, and then jump on each and every single thing I post online. You stoop to using my dead friends and relatives to attack me, and you have the unmitigated gall to label me crazy and claim shamelessness on my part. You make up bullshit accusations of crimes, only to have to pull them from view later on because you realize you went too far and opened yourself up to prosecution. You hound me on every social media web site I visit just so you have a steady supply of “ammunition”. If I dare treat myself or a friend to the annual or bi-annual excursion, you hold that up as “proof” of wasting money, never minding that such only comes around very rarely, having the audacity to assume that because I’m poor that means I’m not allowed to have anything resembling a normal life. But you call me crazy. You’re not even human, you worthless pile of excrement. You have neither the right or the credibility to make judgments about anyone on anything. You’re a cowardly piece of garbage who can’t even face me like an adult, instead hiding behind a monitor spewing bullshit and venom from the perceived safety of your mommy’s and daddy’s home.
Well, child, I’ve got news for you: Whatever the hell it is you want or expect from me, you are NEVER going to get it. I am never going to stop trying to live my life, I am never going to stop trying to realize my goals even if it takes me the rest of my days, and I am never going to apologize for the terrible things you and your little circle jerk of sociopaths do to me.
Keep talking shit, child. You’re making me famous.
UPDATE XVI (15 September, 2015 at 7:09PM):
You keep panhandling people for money, you keep making bad decisions, and you’re still clueless.
Trying to raise money for a project or business isn’t panhandling and you know it. I’m offering photo sessions and videos for events to backers, so actual work is being offered in return for contributions. But you’re so deep into the bowels of your hate-driven insanity that these things are never mentioned. My decisions, good or bad (a highly subjective evaluation, by the way), are mine and mine alone to make. They have absolutely no effect on you whatsoever.
There’s no hatred in us, but you think anyone who thinks you’re wrong hates you and that is delusional.
This is such an obvious lie given every piece of hate-addled bullshit you’ve posted, it’s amazing you think you’re fooling anyone. No one does what you have done and keep on doing relentlessly out of love or indifference or concern for another person’s well being. It’s all been purely out of hate and you know it. There’s no need for you to lie about your hatred. You’re trying to convince yourself more than anyone else.
Where have we ever said you owe us?
It’s fairly obvious from your insane rants that you think I owe you something: a victory, some kind of satisfaction seeing me homeless, destitute, dead, or whatever. Whatever it is you want or expect from me, you’re never going to get it, so quit kidding yourself about this crazed campaign of yours getting any kind of result.
I think you owe it to yourself and others, but not us. As for our lives, we have ours in order. We have stable jobs, we have our own place, and you won’t see us begging people for money. Creating a perception of who you think we are doesn’t make it true. Maybe in your own autistic mind, but not in reality. You always had a hard time understanding that, but it’s a mental health thing so we kind of get it.
What I owe to myself is a career in my own chosen profession, not whatever bullshit job you’d have me work for the rest of my days. And what right or business do you have dictating to me what’s realistic for my life or what I should do with it? Fuck you. If your life were in order, you wouldn’t feel this insane compulsion to rip into mine every single day you draw breath. But your life isn’t in order. I’ll bet even money it’s a total wreck and you blame me for it for whatever cockamamie excuse you try to invent. You keep accusing me of having autism even though we both know I don’t have it, and knowing I display none of the symptoms. Do you even know what autistic people are really like? Obviously not.
So any ex-friend or family who says you have a problem is wrong.
The ones you talk to are, yes. And they’re more than just wrong; they’re deliberately lying, and you and they know full well they’re lying.
We are not using anyone.
You just lied again, child. You’ve been using my dead father and my dead friend as rhetorical weapons with which to attack me for months now, knowing how much it hurts me. You are subhuman.
As for accusations that were pulled, we never claimed it was definitive.
No prosecutor or jury would believe that. Keep telling yourself otherwise, though. Libel is a serious offense.
You hound certain family and ex-friends on social media and you consider it normal. We do it and it’s psychotic.
Only when you cretins post shit about me, for record-keeping purposes so you can’t claim you never posted any such things. I don’t claim to be a saint in the screen capture department. But considering all the vile things you assholes have been posting, keeping records and showing just how depraved you savages are only makes sense. I didn’t start this bullshit. You did. Don’t whine about it just because it’s done back to you. You keep ranting about how anything and everything I post on the ‘net is fair game for you to attack. Well, by that standard the same goes for you: everything you spew out is also fair game for anyone to go after. You can’t have it both ways, claiming it’s okay for you to attack anything and everything I post because I put it on the ‘net, but then turn around and blast me for saving screen captures and using them in my defense against your attacks. Take your own advice and stop being such a pussy.
Talk about psychotic. Sheesh!
Do you know how nuts you sound?
I imagine a lot less nuts than you come across.
Normally, it would be fine to occasionally treat yourself or a friend.
Obviously not or else you wouldn’t have attacked me for it. Again, this is a standard that only applies to me because of your insane hatred for me.
Do you want a treat/treat someone else or a camera? Do you want a treat/treat someone else or go to school? It’s called sacrifice.
Don’t lecture me about sacrifice, you fuckwad. I’ve given up or had taken from me more than you can ever imagine. You know absolutely nothing of sacrifice.
Actually, we are human. DNA testing would prove this so once again, you’re a liar and you proved your not all there if you don’t think we are human.
There’s more to being human than simple DNA, but you knew that already. You lack conscience, empathy, compassion, a sense of right and wrong, and other qualities that make us human beings what we are.
That little power rant sums up your mental illness.
I don’t have any mental illness. You and your little circle jerk buddies, on the other hand, apparently have plenty. But projecting is something you excel at doing because you’re too much of a coward and child to take responsibility for your insanity and get the help you so desperately need.
You watched Rudy one too many times.
I’ve never seen it, actually. But keep assuming you know my viewing habits, boy-o.
You can do whatever you want
Oh, do I have your permission, Master? Oh, wait, I don’t need it. Never mind.
understand your goals are lofty and unrealistic.
That’s only your warped opinion, and you’ve neither the right or the presence of mind to dictate to anyone what’s realistic for his or her life. That’s arrogance on your part on a psychotic level.
Your mind won’t change, but reality will hold you in check. You don’t have to like it, but that’s the facts.
Coming from someone who is completely detached from reality, that’s a laugh.
Making you famous? Who do you think are? Emilio Estevez or some bratty teenage girl? Your panhandling accounts beg to differ with your statement. Feel free to elaborate how you’re soooo famous.
It was a joke, Imbecile—a parting one-liner like your bullshit “drops the mic” line at the end of some of your insane tirades. Are you really this stupid?
UPDATE XVII (21 September, 2015 at 5:30PM):
Here we go again…
Any bad thing that happens to you will be your own doing. We are just prophets of warning.
And you call me crazy. A prophet? Seriously? What, are you channeling God or something? How long have you been hearing these voices? Ballpark guess.
Picking your own profession…that’s funny me.
How is deciding what I want to do with my life, instead of letting worthless shit-stains like you dictate what I am and am not allowed to do, a bad thing? NEWSFLASH, psycho-boy: Most people choose what profession they want to go into. Although it’s true that many of us don’t get to be in the jobs or careers they want to be in, that’s not our fault generally speaking. Life happens. People and things get in the way. Disasters occur, ones so bad some of us can’t ever recover. None of this changes the fundamental right we all have to determine our own destinies, and no amount of psychotic rambling from you is going to alter that.
What the fuck have you given up? What was taken from you? In order to have something taken, you had to actually own it.
My home, most of what little I had in this world, any hope of a normal life…things you can’t possibly imagine because you know nothing of loss.
Here’s what sacrifice is….it’s when you want something and you work for it. it means giving up luxuries to meet an ultimate goal. It means not burning bridges and quitting a job because of you’re so called principles. Want that camera? Give up your bullshit reckless spending. Want to move somewhere? Stop your reckless spending and save. It means get off the web and get out there and achieve! It means you’ll do whatever it takes. You have no idea what sacrifice is. No concept!
Don’t lecture me about work until you’ve actually done an honest day’s worth yourself, bitch. You know nothing about me. Everything you think you know comes from a couple of crazed lunatics, and distortions of what I’ve posted online. You don’t know what I do every day or what I go through.
Again, how many family and friends suggested you seek mental health treatment?
Only one: my psycho-brother David, who is himself an admitted head case. But you knew that already. It’s amazing how delusional you are to think that crazy people like you and he are in any way qualified to diagnose sane people with your insanity. Project your bullshit somewhere else, child.
As for your little teaching job in China…don’t be a moron! Take the job! Save up for your passport and get out of our country. Sell your shit or throw it away. Fuck storage! Do you want this great opportunity or not? If you miss out because you couldn’t get a storage unit then you proved our point. Honestly, we think it’s a scam by an underground gang to harvest your organs or to sell you into sex slavery, but fuck it…GO FOR BROKE!
How much more racist can you get, child? It’s my country too. You don’t hold exclusive title to it, or who stays or goes. I’m not giving up what little I have remaining in this world just because you think I should have nothing. I’ll save up and do whatever else it takes within the law to make sure I can put my belongings in storage. Stop obsessing with what I’m doing with my life and worry about what you’re doing with yours, because really, you’re wasting it with this sick vendetta of yours.
To avoid his own personal failings, the BOY decided to tackle a football issue. We assume he’s a “hardcore” football fan now because he works at a team’s stadium as a burger flipper. He seems to like it which is good. He’s finally found his place in life because it’s apparent he’s not getting the job in China or any other job of lofty aspirations. Kitchen bitch serves him best.
We are a little concerned as to why he’s focusing on another guy’s balls though. Maybe because he doesn’t have any of his own? Maybe they are just as deflated as the other man’s in question?
We are not football fans and we really don’t care about looking into another man’s ball problems, but why is he so focused on another man’s balls when constant drug use and concussions are a much bigger problem in pro sports? He should focus more on that and less on another guy’s balls. Then again, maybe he should just focus on being a responsible adult and his burger flipping. Oh, and shut down all his digital panhandling accounts.
Now put your pink Victoria’s Secret panties on and get to work, BOY!
That’s a crazier rant than you usually make. What I am or am not a fan of is irrelevant to the topics I posted about, which ranged from a disgraced football player to a new hominid fossil discovery, to some religious whacko from Kentucky. Just because I happen to like my present job doesn’t mean I’m making a career out of it. I have goals in this life and I’m not giving them up to placate you, you degenerate psychopath. Fuck off already.
UPDATE XVIII (23 September, 2015 at 7:15PM):
It’s an expression. Your aspergers must be allowing you to interpret things differently. Seek help, BOY!
For the last time, I don’t have Asperger’s. That’s you projecting your insanity onto me, just as you’ve always done. You called yourself “prophets of warning”, which has very obvious biblical connotations. But you’ll use any rationalization you can latch onto to press your false accusations.
Over 40 years of failure should be proof enough that you’re picking the wrong professions.
If so, then that’s my problem to worry about. It’s not yours. My choices in life have absolutely no effect on you whatsoever. No one asked you to wage your little crusade against me. No one’s forcing you to remain hidden on my friends list on Facebook or any other social media account. No one’s forcing you to stalk my every Twitter post. No one’s forcing you to contribute to my crowd-funding campaign. No one’s twisting your arm to look at anything I post online. That was always a conscious decision you made to do all that. Why is it so important to you what I do with my life? You’re not part of it and you’re not affected by it. You choose to involve yourself in what I do with my life.
Not everyone can work in Hollywood.
Nor do I wish to work in Hollywood. I want to go into academia. It’s my life, my career, and my choice. It’s not yours.
We have done more hard work in a day than you have your entire life, but that’s besides the point.
Obviously not since you’ve spent nearly every day for the past two years obsessively stalking my every online post and sowing division between me and my friends, and going around lying about my fund-raising efforts. What kind of “work” do you do that allows you so much time to devote to your obsession? And how do you know what I do or don’t do at my jobs? I work my ass off and you know it.
Liar! Liar! Pants on fire! More people have asked you to get mental health treatment and you know it. You are a liar, BOY!
Name them or it didn’t happen. You won’t, of course, because no one but you and David have—and you didn’t even ask; you demanded, as though you have any authority over me to order me about. You don’t and you never did. But I’ve done a fairly good job exposing you for the demented whack-job(s) and liar(s) you always have been, and your endless tirades just keep showing how unbalanced and dishonest you are.
Racist? Really? You just like throwing words out there to see what sticks, don’t you?
When you make blatantly racist statements, that’s a pretty good indication you’re a racist. Remember: I have the screen captures showing your racist remarks. Don’t even try to deny or rationalize them. You’ll simply dig yourself in deeper than you already have.
You are a kitchen bitch and you need to accept that.
I’m what I choose to be. You need to accept that.
So you’re focusing on a disgraced football player? Which means he’s a dirty player? Which means his balls are dirty. Which means you’re focusing on another man’s dirty balls! Don’t you have no shame, PERVERT?
Your train of “reasoning” is highly abnormal, and demonstrates once again just how sick you are. I’d suggest again that you get psychiatric help, but I know you won’t listen.
And you know what, child? I’m done wasting my time and energy on you. You’re going to keep doing what you always do, which is try to destroy my reputation. Sooner or later your escalations will land you in trouble, and then you’ll be a problem for the legal system to deal with. I’m washing my hands of you and your degeneracy.
In an article by IFLS, it’s reported that males who engage in online harassment of females tend to be really bad at gaming.
In gaming spaces a woman is four times as likely to receive negative comments as a man behaving identically.
Michael Kasumovic of the University of New South Wales and Jeffrey Kuznekoff of Miami University decided to investigate what is driving this rage. In PLOS ONE they note, “Although there is much research dedicated to understanding sexist behavior, we have almost no insight into what triggers this behavior and the individuals that initiate it.”
The topic may be far too broad to cover in a single study, but the pair set out to test the hypothesis that sexism is driven by men trying to hold onto traditionally male spaces that they perceive women to be invading. Kasumovic and Kuznekoff considered an evolutionary hypothesis that men at the bottom of a hierarchy will be the most hostile to new arrivals, as they are the most vulnerable to loss of status if women come to rank higher than them in the subculture’s pecking order. They contrast this with social constructivist theories that sexism is unrelated to positions within a hierarchy.
Basically, if a dude sucks at a MMORPG and he sees a gal doing better than he is, he gets jealous and starts in on her with flaming.
So the next time you go online to play your favorite MMORPG and find yourself trolled by other players, just remember that they’re simply jealous because you mastered in five minutes what they’ve spent twelve hours trying to figure out.
Okay, let’s break this down lie by lie, shall we?
The BOY makes a habit of missing the point, quoting journalists unrelated to the topic. Not surprising.
The column I cited had to do with an entity—in this case, a self-styled news organization—going out of its way to slime a person for no legitimate reason, and without any legitimate justification of providing a public service. You fancy yourself a truth-teller “educating” the public about me, which is the same depraved mentality espoused by the Gawker article that, in response to massive reader backlash, was ultimately pulled from the web site. Like Gawker, you see nothing wrong with digging deeply into someone else’s life and using anything and everything you find as a weapon with which to smear your victim. Nothing about my life is relevant to anyone but you, but you insist on dragging me through the mud of your deranged vendetta. You possess no normal human ethics.
Obviously, people do believe us.
Name Ten. I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts you can’t even name one person who believes you, or even cares what demented drivel you have to share.
That’s why you write to defend against it.
I defend myself because you’re attacking me online and lying about me to anyone you think will listen, all so you can isolate me from the world at large, as a punishment for some imagined transgression I suspect you can no longer remember.
As for the people you think are behind this blog, I’m sure they’d have no problem telling you in any setting that you’re a punk ass loser. Oh wait, if my sources are correct…YOU HAVE THEM BLOCKED!
Well, YEAH. Duh. Why would I want you and your buddies trolling my social media accounts looking for stuff to use against me in your sick vendetta? I’d block your alt accounts from my social media accounts the moment I identify them, and if I knew how to block you and your little circle jerk of pals from reading my blog, I’d do that too.
You’re not the man you think you are.
I don’t claim to be anything. And you sure as hell don’t know my mind to make assumptions about what I think.
YOU’RE A BOY!
Says the overgrown child sitting in his mommy’s attic blogging lies about a former friend he did nothing but mistreat and who wouldn’t let him do as he pleases any longer.
So stop acting like you’re some tough guy, because when the going gets tough, the tough cries to the police.
And why wouldn’t I get the police on your stalker-boy ass, child? You’re obviously a danger to others. You’ve already demonstrated your insanity by stalking my every social media account, hunted down people I know so you can both get information about me and lie to others associated with me. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you try to show up at my jobs starting trouble for me. Why wouldn’t I take the threat you pose to my safety seriously? You’re sick, child. Getting the proper authorities on your sorry behind is perfectly rational.
Keep writing about us. Keep bitching to the police.
I most certainly will as long as you keep hounding me and spreading lies about me.
We don’t care.
Then why do you insist on maintaining this sick grudge of yours? Why, if you really believe the law can’t possibly touch you, do you keep hiding behind what you stupidly think is an anonymous user handle? Why, if there’s nothing wrong with what you’ve been doing, are you afraid to come right out and admit who you are if you’re not David and Rick? It’s because deep down, in that small, neglected part of your diseased brain called ‘reason’, you know full well that you are doing something illegal, and that what you’re doing is wrong and something to be ashamed of. Your biggest fear is that if your real name were to be made public, people would realize just how sad and pathetic you really are. Maybe your own friends and relatives—assuming you have any remaining—would start step up efforts to get you to seek the psychiatric help you so desperately need. And you can’t have that, can you? That would mean having to give up your sick and twisted crusade, which is the sole defining reason for your existence. Without your hatred of me, you have no purpose. That’s what you most fear losing.
You think you’re entitled to things.
So sayeth the overgrown children who think they have a right to lie about people and destroy the lives of their victims with total impunity. So claim the children who presume to dictate what their victims may do with their lives, with whom their victims socialize, and what their victims are even allowed to subsist on.
You destroy relationships on all levels. Be it professional or personal.
Learn how to punctuate. You followed up a complete sentence with a sentence fragment. Use a comma to join a related sentence fragment to the proceeding sentence.
Now, as to destroying relationships, you and your troll buddies were the ones who tried to drive a wedge between me and a friend of mine. I can bring up the screen captures of your little troll comments impersonating said friend if you like. Unfortunately for you, your efforts with that friend ultimately failed. As for my other friend whom you’ve alienated from me, time will eventually allow her to see how you’ve used her as well.
What “professional relationships” am I supposed to have destroyed? You presume to know everything about me. Why not follow up your false accusations with, oh, I don’t know, actual evidence? Oh, wait, you haven’t got any. Once again you are ePiC fAiL.
So go on, cry in another update and attempt to gain sympathy. Go feed your attention seeking whoring. Truth is, no one would know our exchanges if it weren’t for you promoting it. The people who came to us, agreeing that you’re a crybaby bitch was your doing.
Mhmm…riiiight…”everyone” (whom you can’t even name) would just prefer to go bitching to YOU about me instead of telling me stuff to my face or simply removing me from their friends lists. Sure. And you were the one who began posting your bullshit on a public blog for everyone to see, and you go blathering to people I know personally, so who’s the one airing stuff here? You won’t stop being a coward, choosing to hide behind a computer screen like the little pants-crapping bitch you are because you can’t face me in person, and I’m not going to post to your blog and give away my IP address so easily, so this is how I reply. Or does your sense of entitlement extend to the point of demanding that I have no right to defend myself? Knowing you as I do, kiddo, it does.
Obviously, people are buying it because you’re revealing it.
Or they’re not, which is why you’re so desperate to live in the fantasy you’ve concocted for yourself.
UPDATE I (19 July, 2015 at 3:10PM):
Hooboy, what a lengthy diatribe! I guess I got under the ass clowns’ skin. Too much truth for them to handle, I guess. Let’s demolish some more lies.
We get what you were trying to do, but it’s still unrelated to what we do.
And again, you’re lying. You present yourself as some kind of truth-teller doing a public service, when in fact you’re a bitter, shameless liar who is hell bent on destroying me. This is parallel to what Gawker claimed to be doing when it outed some Wall Street buffoon for cheating on his wife, an act that served no real public service (but did satisfy the grudge held by the writer and editor in question, who were apparently seeking to discredit a rival news outlet by attacking one of its affiliates’ employees).
We didn’t make this public…YOU DID!
You created the public blog about me telling what you knew were outright falsehoods. By denying this, you are lying again.
Our initial letters were privately written for your eyes alone until you turned it into a public spectacle … Due to your own public outrage and posting our E-mail address for the world to see, people reached out to us.
And if you hadn’t joined in with your buddies to angrily and publicly whine about something I originally only posted on a very obscure blog on a very obscure personal web site that almost no one but I could view, it’s unlikely your demented tirades would have gone any further into the public realm. YOU assholes chose to expand your insane crusade to your public blogs. All I did was respond to the lies you put up about me.
What’s more, you stated in your hate-riddled e-mails your intention to go to my acquaintances, friends, and family, and accuse me of running some kind of scam. YOU chose to do that. No one forced you into it.
No, we are not posting names.
That’s because you don’t have any. And anyway, no one is suggesting you share them on your public blog. You’ve demonstrated no hesitancy to send me “private” e-mails in the past.
One reason is because you’ll start posting their information and run them down like you did with others.
Now why would I do that? If my relatives have been in communication with you, I already know who they are and where to find them. I don’t need to “run them down”. All I’d do is what I’ve done with other people who’ve brought nothing but negativity to my existence: block them from seeing what I post so they have no further reason to complain. So there goes that flimsy bit of excuse-making, right down the toilet along with all the other crap you spew.
You know who, don’t even play stupid and ask.
Didn’t you write a blog about someone buying into our so-called lies a year ago when some slut stopped talking to you?
That’s right…insult someone who’s not even involved in this squabble. By the way, you left out that you and your troll buddies were impersonating her in the comments you kept spamming my blog with. I have the screen captures showing how the IP addresses match, so don’t even bother denying it. You’ve got a nasty habit of dragging people into your little feud with me. I’d like to see your attempt to rationalize that. It’s bound to be a laugh riot.
We don’t recall where we said you should be isolated. Like with anything, there are conditions.
I didn’t say you’d made the claim. But your actions are a pretty obvious attempt to isolate me from the world at large through alienation. So there goes another lie.
If you’re not willing to seek help for your mental and sexual problems then you deserve the shortcomings that are bestowed upon you.
You take a very unhealthy obsession with trying to prove insanity on my part. It’s been a repeated observation by many mental health care professionals that bullies, narcissists, sociopaths, and psychopaths (who very often overlap) project their own faults and failings onto their victims. You’re a perfect example of projection. It’s no coincidence that people to whom I’ve shown screen captures of your deranged writings all think you’re insane and obsessed.
Make no mistake, we remember why we wrote you. It was you scamming people for supplemental income.
It’s not scamming when I’m being up front about why I ask for donations. You always did have trouble distinguishing reality from your depraved fantasies. And yes, I do have receipts for the payments on my storage unit, and I’m perfectly willing to scan them and send the files upon request from donors.
How can you beg for money and then buy luxury items? I don’t need to prove this.
This sums up your psychosis perfectly: you think you can make accusations yet feel no obligation to provide any evidence. As far as your warped mind is concerned, you are above the normal rules that are applied to everyone else. For you, mere accusation is enough to secure a conviction. Have you thought about pursuing a career in law enforcement? They love crazies possessed of that sort of twisted mentality. I think the prosecutor’s office is hiring.
We both know what you’ve done in the past and that is nothing that needs to be written here. YOU KNOW!
That is, again, because you really have nothing about me but lies, and twisted exaggerations of the truth. You’ve never shied away from making false accusations before. Why stop now? Oh yeah…that whole liability thing. The law’s pretty damned inconvenient when it doesn’t go your way, isn’t it?
Welcome to the WORLD WIDE WEB where anything you publicly post can and will be used against you. What makes you so special that you can post stupid ass shit, but no one has the right to form an opinion on your victim-hood?
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-HO! Again with the hypocrisy! You just went on an insane tirade about how bad I’m supposed to be for making stuff public, and whine about my posting public responses to your very public hate, but then turn right around and give voice to the double standard that because what I post is public, that’s an invitation to go on the attack. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t demand the right to post whatever you want without consequence, and then deny that same right to others. I am well within my rights to tell the truth when you start lying. If you don’t like that, well, you’ve demanded that I make my posts password-protected or private.
Not sure what this is in reference to, but I bet him/her has a lot more going for them than your stupid ass.
If you’re going to call someone stupid, it helps if you don’t make so many spelling and grammar errors. You should use ‘he or she’. You look like a card-carrying reject from Bizarro-World. “Him has more going for…blah blah blah”. Who writes that and then turns around in the same sentence and calls someone else stupid? YOU, you imbecile.
A lot of assumptions here. Could you prove as to where we are a danger to others?
Considering everything you’ve pulled, any reasonable person would reach the same conclusion about the danger you pose.
You claim we stalk all your social media accounts
And rightly so, because that’s exactly what you’ve done.
We only sought out maybe 20% vs. the 80% who sought us out.
Riiiight…so many people have sought you out. That’s what? One out of three? That would constitute about 33.33%, not eighty. It’s not surprising that your math skills are as poor as your grammar. How many people do you claim have “come to you” bitching about me? Give me a ballpark figure. You won’t, of course, because no one has. As with everything else you post about me, it’s a lie.
Also, where are you getting that we are going to go to your work and start trouble?
Given the sheer level of intrusiveness you’ve displayed in tracking down all my social media accounts and prying disinformation from disgruntled family members and ex-friends, that’s not an unreasonable assumption.
These people have told you this stuff to your face. Both on Facebook and in person and you’ve dismissed them.
(Referring to people who’ve allegedly told me certain things to my face). And you would “know that” how? I sure as hell don’t tell you the details of conversations I have with other people, seeing as how my social interactions are none of your business. So either these alleged others are two-faced liars I don’t care to associate with anyway if they had the guts to tell me what they’ve been up to behind my back, or, far more likely, you’re making shit up like you typically do.
So you want us to face you yet want to call the cops for trumped up bullying? Which is it? You seem to make arguments that only fit at that time, but there’s no consistency.
It’s not rocket science, child. You hide behind a computer screen precisely because you know your actions would lead to legal action. You’re afraid to face the music. Part of being an adult is taking responsibility for what you say and what you do. You can’t credibly demand that another person “grow up” while hiding behind an anonymous user handle. Nor can you deny having broken the law in making false accusations—that’s what the law calls slander or libel, neither of which is considered “free speech”. But you knew that already.
Really, children, you make it too easy a lot of the time.
UPDATE II (20 July, 2015 at 1:12PM):
And the crazy just keeps on getting crazier.
Trying to destroy you? That’s a bit melodramatic, BOY! Just because you claim we are lying doesn’t it make it so anymore than a preacher claiming a gay person is going to hell.
When I show proof that you lie, as I’ve done previously, that’s a pretty fair indication that your pattern of deception is exposed for what it is. And really, all your actions to date indicate a desire to destroy the object of your hatred. So stop denying your intentions. You’re not fooling anybody.
You made this originally public on both your Facebook and another blog. Is your short term memory that bad? You made this erroneous claim that we wanted you dead. You, not us, started the public bashing. Again, because you like playing the victim. We eventually made a public blog since apparently you like airing dirty laundry.
You sent me hate-riddled e-mails designed to kick me when you knew I was down. My web site wasn’t exactly high profile. You made a conscious effort to track it down and look at what was posted. You’re also hardly one to complain about my looking at your blog when you post it publicly and in so vicious a manner, and when you make the deliberate decision to subscribe to my blogs. Case in point:
That was back in January. For whatever reason, you decided this weekend to renew your subscription to my blog.
Again, this demonstrates a conscious, deliberate effort on your part to track down what I post. If you hadn’t made the decision to go looking through my blogs and social media in the first place, you never would have had a rationalization for so doing.
You posted your E-mail along with all your social media info. That’s a fact.
No I didn’t. You’ve made reference to social media to which I don’t link. That, again, requires effort on your part to track down. So once again you’ve been caught in a lie.
Again, we are not going to bust out names to prove we have them. Nice try, but we are not going to be baited.
Again, this is a classic example of what narcissists do when challenged on their “everybody sees it but YOU” lie. When asked who comprises “everybody”, narcissists cannot comply because in reality only they see the perceived faults and failings in their victims. Their need to somehow justify such mistreatment of their victims requires that they not be alone in how they perceive the one(s) being subjected to abuse.
As for the Facebook profile, we took it down.
So you admit to having created it. (Of course it did help that I made screen captures after reporting the defamatory page to Facebook administrators, the more likely cause of the page being taken down.) And that’s the real reason you became so completely unhinged when I began taking screen captures of your demented ramblings. They represent undeniable proof of libelous content. It means you’ve left a trail, and that frightens you.
Of course, if you weren’t stalking, you never would have known about it.
Riiight, because it’s not like Facebook ever shows random friends’ accounts on a person’s profile page…
It’s amazing you’re this dense.
She was involved and she is slut.
(This is in reference to a friend who met me through one of my social media accounts, and whom the ass clowns tried to alienate from me. They sent her obscene messages calling her a slut and a whore, and even went so far as to impersonate her in comments on my blog.)
She was only “involved” because you chose to involve her by sending her hateful messages and through impersonating her on my blog. Fortunately, true friends aren’t permanently driven away so easily. As for your bizarre claim of sock puppet accounts from Second Life, I have no idea what you’re talking about.
You claim we aren’t experts and shouldn’t diagnose you, but then you go ahead and do the exact same thing to us. Your arguments are always hypocritical. The difference between your argument and ours is that both family members and friends believe you have some form of mental health problem. Most likely some form of autism, but what do they know, right? You’re just so much smarter and above them. If only they could be as smart and successful like you. I agree, we aren’t doctors, but we are smart enough to notice when someone is off behaviorally. It’s one thing to question us, but all of them? gooby pls.
The accusation of mental illness comes from someone who is himself crazy, and who wastes no opportunity to boast about it or use it as a crutch for not getting his own life in order. So right there, you should have thought to question what was being said about me. Your hatred clouded your judgment; you wanted to believe the false accusation even though your only “proof” comes from a self-proclaimed mental case who, I’ve pointed out, isn’t exactly on good terms with his relatives either. At least I patched things up with them and am maintaining my ties. As for diagnosis, I don’t claim to be an expert. But it isn’t at all unreasonable to look up information from credible sources, given your behavior, and see the signs of insanity in you.
We don’t use names or post screen grabs of other people’s shit and post them on our blog.
You might as well be when you use copied-and-pasted content from my blogs, social media accounts, and other online profiles. Like I said, the real reason you’re so unhinged about my use of screen captures is because it means there’s a trail of evidence you can’t hide or erase. Here’s what the law states with regard to libel:
Individuals, not just the media, can be held liable for defamation if they either publish (libel) or say (slander) something about someone that isn’t true and that person suffers harm as a result. If you defame a private individual, that person would have to be able to prove: 1) that you made a statement, reported as fact, to another person; 2) that the statement was false; 3) that the statement caused damage to that person; and 4) that you were negligent in making that statement. If you defame a public figure (such as a celebrity or member of government, for example), that person will have to prove: 1) that you made a statement to another person, reported as fact; 2) that the statement was false and caused damage; and 3) that you made the statement with actual malice-that is, with knowledge that the statement was false or with reckless disregard as to whether the statement was false or not.
Let’s look at a couple of examples of the kinds of communications that might amount to online defamation. Let’s say that you have a blog and that you wrote that John Smith hit his wife two weeks ago. If this statement is not true (remember, truth is one of the absolute defenses to defamation), it is defamatory. There is no way that this statement, if false, is not defamatory.
But let’s qualify this statement. Let’s say that you wrote, “I think that John Smith hit his wife two weeks ago.” Statements of opinion are not statements of fact, and so theoretically are protected from libel suits. But is this really a statement of opinion? Sometimes statements of opinion really are viewed as statements of fact, depending on the circumstances. In this case, the average person may very well look at your statement as a statement of fact, depending on how well you know John Smith and his wife, and why you believe that Smith hit his wife.
The bottom line: Just because you phrase something as a statement of opinion — “I think” or “I believe” — does not automatically protect you from a defamation claim.
Let’s take another example. Let’s say that you wrote on someone else’s Facebook page that Mary Johnson was fired from her job because she made a serious mistake and, as a result, her company lost an important client. Again, if this is a false statement, it is almost certainly defamatory. But what if it is true that she made the mistake, but that the company did not lose the client? What if, in fact, her company fired her to appease the client? You have certainly written something that was false (at least in part), but maybe overall it was not defamatory.
The bottom line on this type of situation: If you are blogging or writing on your Facebook page, or submitting comments on someone else’s blog or Facebook page, make sure that you have all of your facts absolutely straight before posting your statement to the internet. Once you have clicked “send,” you can’t take it back.
Or, alternatively, if it is a close call, why say it at all? To use our example, why do you need to write on someone else’s Facebook page about Mary Johnson being fired? Unless you’re the one who fired her, you don’t know all the facts. In submitting posts or comments online or on social media, it is a good idea to exercise the utmost caution and avoid making any “gray area” statements that could be construed as defamation.
Once again, you knew all this already, which is why you tried to remove your libelous material from public view. You knew you’d crossed a line and, as has been argued by legal scholars, you can’t take it back. I have the proof in the form of screen captures and there is no way you’d walk out of the courtroom a free child. You have neither physical evidence or eyewitness accounts of any criminal activity on my part, especially of the disgusting nature you accused me of having committed. That you leave out my name is irrelevant. Persons to whom you show your filth would draw false conclusions you deliberately lead them to make. You opened up a can of legal worms and you know it. You can’t hide behind the cloak of journalism because you are not a journalist. THAT, as was always the case, is why you’re so upset about the screen captures.
The police wouldn’t have any trouble finding us if this is a true legal issue as you’d like to think it is.
I’m pretty sure I just demonstrated otherwise.
Maybe we hide behind a computer
There’s no “maybe” about it: you DO hide behind a computer screen and what you desperately hope is an anonymous user handle. But the thing about that is that’s a two-edged sword—it cuts both ways. As long as you think you’re safe behind an anonymous user handle, you think the law can’t touch you. You’re more wrong about that than you care to acknowledge. But as long as you continue to hide, who really has any legitimate reason to believe a word you spew out? I’ve shown your blog to friends, family, and acquaintances, and they all agree you’re completely bat-shit nuts. It’s purely an exercise in virtual auto-fellatio.
That’s the truth you can’t handle, child.
UPDATE III (21 July, 2015 at 7:30PM):
Someone’s coming completely unglued.
It should be mentioned that the subscriptions were accidents. One on our behalf hit the wrong button
Suuuure…It’s astounding how little you think of other people’s intelligence.
as you already know, but for some reason failed to mention, the subscription was immediately removed.
No, I didn’t know that because WordPress only sends notices when people subscribe, not when they unsubscribe. But you knew that already, so once again you’re lying.
Go on and click on the links. Go on, I dare you! Before you call someone a liar, check your facts. You linked multiple social media accounts and your E-mail. Again, we don’t understand your hubris when you have no substance that backs it up. Stupid, BOY!
The liar even went so far as to post a screen cap.
The lie being told is plainly obvious. I stated quite specifically that these stalkers intrusively stalked, and made reference to, social media profiles to which I had not linked on my web site. (Scroll up to see.) So the little trolls are lying by way of omission.
We generally use the term “everybody” because at least the people who really know you know we are right. Not acquaintances or online friends, but people who have dealt with you enough to know your behavior. Even the people, who may not endorse the blog publicly even think we are right. They just might not agree with our methodology.
We do have an experiment for anyone who thinks we are wrong. Why don’t you put the BOY up. Let him live with you and then tell us we’re wrong. This is a challenge and we bet that anyone who takes us up on it will say we are right.
Okay, so now that I’ve proven you have nobody who really believes so much as a word you say, you’re backtracking and claiming now that it’s only “everybody” who knows me. I’d be rather surprised if even one person thinks you’re at all sane or that your conscious decision to engage in stalky behavior may be taken as proof of anything but the fact you need to be locked away somewhere you can’t hurt anybody.
That’s an odd challenge coming from you. Why would someone just up and offer me a place to stay simply to try to “prove” your false accusations? Why should anyone do that?
As usual, you’re wrong. If we were as afraid by your obsessive screen grabbing as you claim, we wouldn’t be writing now. Think before you write or speak because you’re starting to come off pretty stupid.
You’re afraid because there is a trail of evidence of libelous claims you made you know were false, and for which you could be held liable. Otherwise you never would have taken down the posts making that disgusting accusation—which, again, you knew for a fact you were fabricating.
We didn’t do anything and if you ask her, she’ll tell you the same thing.
Really? Are you sure you want to keep lying about what you did? Because I will gladly bring out those pesky screen caps you hate so much to prove you a liar once again.
You also got sloppy with your troll comments by using your e-mail address with one of your user handles.
Oh what a “surprise”! The IP addresses are an exact match. Anything else you’d care to lie about, child? Maybe you’d like to make up some lame rationalization. What do you think your little circle jerk of imaginary supporters would have to say about that?
The person you’re mentioning was dealing with things like depression as mentioned on his blog. He also begged you to get help for what is most likely some form of autism. He admitted to his mental health issues and it’s you using it against him. The difference between you two is that he can admit his issues, but you can’t. Your hubris is so out of hand that it baffles our mind how you’re even still around.
The person in question is my estranged “brother” David. There’s no point in refusing to mention his name since I use it anyway and you don’t deny it’s him you’re talking about. David suffers from more than mere depression. He’s been prescribed medications used to treat, among other mental illness, schizophrenia and bi-polar disorder. He didn’t tell you that, did he? That’s another lie of omission. I refuse to seek treatment for a mental illness that exists solely in the warped mind of my demented younger “brother”. He has a compulsion to project his own insanity onto me because he needs that illusion to convince himself that he’s not alone in being crazy. Well, I’m not at all sorry to say that yes, he is pretty much alone in having inherited his mother’s insanity. Steve…he’s just an abusive asshole.
There has also been no statements made that have been shown to be unfactual.
That, again, is another lie. Also, there’s no such word as ‘unfactual’.
We made the statement that “we think” you’re doing some thing inappropriate based on what someone else thought was going on.
Since you’re selectively quoting from the legal web sites, let me reiterate the part you deliberately left out.
But let’s qualify this statement. Let’s say that you wrote, “I think that John Smith hit his wife two weeks ago.” Statements of opinion are not statements of fact, and so theoretically are protected from libel suits. But is this really a statement of opinion? Sometimes statements of opinion really are viewed as statements of fact, depending on the circumstances. In this case, the average person may very well look at your statement as a statement of fact, depending on how well you know John Smith and his wife, and why you believe that Smith hit his wife.
The bottom line: Just because you phrase something as a statement of opinion — “I think” or “I believe” — does not automatically protect you from a defamation claim.
Another lie of omission from you, and again disproven.
We ultimately decided to take it down because it was a dark topic and we really hoped it wasn’t true.
You took it down because you knew you’d opened yourself up to prosecution for defamation.
The more you lie, child, the crazier you look. And the more you post the more you give yourself away. Enjoy having another meltdown as you desperately spend the next several hours writing up yet another crazy, dishonest rant-fest.
UPDATE IV (22 July, 2015 at 1:30PM):
It’s laughable how, when confronted with the truth, Rick or David or their troll buddy begin flailing about desperately, throwing out whatever lie they can think of trying to make something—anything—stick.
We don’t care if you believe our reason behind it or not. The subscription clicks were accidental. Whether you believe that or not really isn’t an issue for us like it is for you. It’s actually funny how presumptuous you are about it.
Obviously you do, since you’re so hell bent on lying about why you consciously subscribed to my social media profiles and blogs.
You mean like how you screen grab everyone’s stuff? All of a sudden, it’s going far when we do it? The difference with all this is that we didn’t post the web address or names. We just wanted to show you were lying.
To call finding your many public blogs intrusive is a flat out lie both legally and factually. Your social media accounts are listed on the links that were shown by the screen grab. Whatever you’re arguing isn’t making sense and now you’re just arguing for the sake of arguing. It’s getting silly.
As always, you’re lying. I took no issue with your screen capture of my web site, which actually proves you a liar. You denied having intrusively stalked my every social media profile, which was a flat out lie. I responded by saying that you’ve gone to social media web sites the links to which I hadn’t posted on my web site. You’ve even made reference to one, not included on my web site, in your demented tirades. That demonstrates a level of online stalking that goes far beyond Facebook and my blog. You and David even went so far as to go to my IMDB page, which again was not linked to on my web site, and post a stupid attack-review of my student film.
This was done in the order of you deliberately sending David a link to the video, him posting his demented attack, and you following up by seeking out the IMDB page for it so you could post your own attack.
That, again, took a conscious, deliberate effort on your part. When confronted about your stalker behavior, you chose to lie about it instead of telling the truth. There’s no point denying what you and David do. I retain visual records precisely because you have a pattern of lying and then trying to erase evidence of ever having told the lie in the first place. There is no lie you write or say about me publicly that will not go unrecorded. Your only viable option for stopping that is to stop lying about me.
You didn’t prove anything. Calling us liars and claiming you proved something because you made smug statements doesn’t mean you actually proved any points. We really don’t know where your unmerited hubris comes from? You call everyone a narcissist or psychopath (just a general statement based on your accusations of others. Let’s not go ape shit because I used the general term of everyone.) and yet here you are acting like both. We think you just like to be argumentative.
Another lie. I’ve done more than simply state that you and your troll buddies are liars. I’ve proven it over and over again. This is fact. I only call psychopaths, sociopaths, and narcissists psychopaths, sociopaths, and narcissists. That you and your troll buddies happen to display signs of all three psychoses is not my fault, but you insist on trying to make it my problem.
We are not afraid. Your assumption is incorrect. Again, claiming something to be a fact because you say it is just makes you both arrogant and foolish. What is with you and this unmerited hubris?
Aren’t you? If you have nothing to be afraid of, you wouldn’t be so obsessed with keeping your identity secret. You can’t have your proverbial cake and eat it too. You can’t expect to be credible as long as you hide behind an anonymous user handle spewing out lies about people you despise, claim the law can’t touch you, and then turn around and argue that you hide in order to protect yourself from something you claim can’t even be done to you. You hide because you’re afraid of the legal ramifications of your actions and because you’re ashamed of yourself for doing what you do. You know you’re doing something wrong that, if your name were to be publicly attached to your actions, would result in your further isolation from the people you’re trying to convert to your delusion regarding the construction of what I’m going to call from now on ‘Straw Man Mike’. And that frightens you, doesn’t it? You fear more than anything else the inevitable public ridicule that comes from being exposed for your depraved actions.
Actually, you are using one thing to connect it to another which is simply inaccurate. We said we never contacted her or made her believe us over you. She went to blogs and she asked questions. If you don’t believe us then just ask her. You won’t, because will be proven wrong and you’ll look like a fool. So go on and ask her. WE DARE YOU!
That’s not what you wrote. You write that you “didn’t do anything”—period. That was a lie.
You sent her rather offensive messages on Facebook calling her nasty names, such as ‘slut’, and continue to call her that for reasons that have far less to do with what you perceive to be her sexual activities and much more to do with your hatred for me. Don’t bother denying it. I took screen caps of what she told me. She also identified one of your user handles by the profile picture you were using at the time. What puzzles me is why you’re so arrogant as to think you can come at me through my friends, deny having done so even when incontrovertible proof is shown, and then insult the very people you say are fed up with me, simply because they don’t buy into your twisted vendetta. Then again, you’re insane, so I don’t suppose I can expect you to understand that your actions have consequences.
The point is that your brother is strong enough to admit when there’s an issue with his mental health. He is proactive where you’re just in denial. Do not use his mental health against him because you sure as hell didn’t when he helped your ass out several times. You refuse treatment, as suggested by many others, because you’re afraid of the diagnosis. You know that more than likely, you will get the diagnosis you fear and you’re afraid people say they told you so.
There’s a difference between admitting one has a very real problem in order to seek help, and boasting about having that problem as a way to shield himself from criticism of his actions. David very obviously and shamelessly does the latter. I will continue to criticize him and his depraved actions so long as he keeps them up. The lot of you chose to attack me. You’re whining because I chose to fight back. David has never once helped me; he’s never once bailed me out of trouble. I, on the other hand, bailed him out when he needed money to pay his rent, and he demonstrated his lack of gratitude by drawing out repayment and getting angry when I asked him to live up to his promise to pay me back the full amount by a certain time. David stole money from me while I was out of state. His promise to pay my rent at a new place until I found a job was repayment for money he’d deliberately stolen from me the previous year, and he broke that promise after only one month. That’s not a bailout in any sense of the word. It is, however, a symptom of his insanity in thinking people exist solely for his pleasure and use, to be discarded the moment they display so much as an ounce of independent thought or self-assertion.
I’m not going to try to prove a negative, and I’m especially not going to try to prove one just to placate a degenerate sociopath like you. Even if I were to see a mental health specialist, the moment I come back with a clean bill of mental health you’d simply retort with claims that it must be some other form of psychosis. In your warped mind, only a crazy person would ever dare stand up to your bullying, and so therefore anyone and everyone who does so MUST be crazy.
Using a made-up word created by morons with little or no understanding of the English language does not justify itself. ‘Unfactual’ is not a word. It was fabricated by stupid dishonest people who can’t master basic communication skills.
We didn’t leave that out because it was quoted in our blog entry. Did you even read it, BOY? We said it wasn’t automatic, but highly doubtful that anything would come of it like your other erroneous reports made on others. As a matter of fact, your name wasn’t even mentioned. You posted the blog and implied it was about you, even going as far as claiming to know the possible victim. We don’t even know who the person was, it wasn’t revealed, but you knew and that’s a little strange. Doesn’t mean anything happened, but it is still strange.
Okay, my mistake. I goofed. It was easy to do since your poor formatting made it somewhat confusing as to where your quotation ended and your dishonest rant began. At any rate, you’re still lying because as the passage clearly indicates, you can’t weasel your way out of having made a false accusation with intent to ruin a person, and since the screen captures of your blog clearly show copied-and-pasted words from my blog and Facebook posts, a jury would make the reasonable conclusion that whom you wrote about is plainly obvious—especially given your demonstrated and stated compulsion to show your filth to anyone you hope might listen to and believe your lies.
At this point, child, you’re better off just giving it a rest. You’ve not only been exposed for the lying, cowardly, narcissistic, bullying sociopath you are; you’ve gone so far down the road of madness that you’re becoming a danger to others. A reasonable person, looking at your demented scrawling, would recommend you seek immediate psychiatric care in a mental institution. I heartily concur.
A few hours ago I spent time listening to my upstairs neighbor, on the verge of tears, vent his frustration over the abuse his cousin, my landlord and roommate, inflicts on him. This unfortunate soul, who has cerebral palsy and other developmental problems, is at his wits’ end and it’s obvious that this is killing him.
I feel for the poor guy. My landlord-roommate is an abusive drunk with P.T.S.D. from his stint as a Marine years ago, and he is slowly killing himself. So he’s taking his rage—at his situation and himself—out on the rest of us, but most especially his cousin.
At around 4:15 A.M. yesterday morning I woke to the sound of my landlord-roommate screaming at his cousin about the cousin’s roommates and I hauling a pair of sofas up the front stairs to go in what was until then the almost empty living room. After sending the cousin upstairs with orders to take the next few weeks off work to do yard work as punishment, my landlord-roommate started in on me. This is not the first time he’s pulled stunts like this.
All too frequent are incidents when my landlord-roommate goes upstairs in a rage in the middle of the night to begin yelling about this or that. All too frequent are those times when he redirects his rage to me.
But I’m not having it. I’ve been speaking to the homeowners from whom my landlord-roommate rents the house and he agrees that something needs to be done. I’m to call the police next time something like that happens, and I will. I’m done putting up with that boy’s abuse of his cousin. Neither I or my upstairs neighbors should have to put up with the conditions we’re forced to endure—no heat in winter, no furniture for the common areas, bad electrical system disallowing space heaters because they blow fuses, and verbal abuse and physically threatening gestures. And there is absolutely no fucking reason whatsoever why a man who can’t even really take care of himself should suffer abuse from his own cousin simply because he’s weaker.
This weekend I and my neighbors plan to sit down with the homeowner and his sister-in-law, who jointly own the property, and explain what’s been going on and work out our own direct lease agreements with them. If my roommate doesn’t like that, he can move out and I’ll rent his bedroom out to someone who’s not a complete psychopath. We’re done with this shit.