If life gives you lemons, then you grab life by the balls and say you're taking them too. Why make lemonade when you can make testicle stew? I don't take shit from no one, I stand up to bullies like you.
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The whole gym and fitness program part of your question...
don't go to gyms because I've always done this sort of thing on my own.
I grew up on a farm so kind of never needed an exercise program (and
I'm a lot stronger than guys a lot bigger than me too, most girls my
size struggle to lift 50lbs and I sling 75lb bags of grain over my
shoulder and walk off like it's a 2lb kitten - it shocks people because
I'm just an itty bitty girl, guys always think they need to carry stuff
for me, see me lugging stuff around, and they'll say "I'll take that,
it's too heavy for you." than they can't lift it at all. LOL!)
I walk a few miles a day.
I aqua jog on the beach.
I belly dance and hula.
have some serious allergies, which resulted in my monitoring my food as
a kid, and I just grew up knowing everything I ate and keeping track of
all the nutrition stuff, which lead to me cooking most of my food from
scratch and led to be becoming a chef on a food truck, now moving on to
start my own food truck.
exercise and diet thing, just became second nature to me and so I've
never thought about. I mean I can see how it'd be useful for people, but
I never really thought about it before so I have no idea what sort of
price range a program like this would go for.
know several people who have some weight issues, complain of wanting to
lose weight, and say they can't afford gyms or diet programs and I
remember always thinking "Why? Why do they need gyms and diet
I forget other people don't live on big working farms and doing all the heavy lifting every day that I do.
I guess I take it for granted that my lifestyle keeps me very healthy.
not judge my size by the pictures on me in kimono or tunic either! I'm a
lot skinnier than those pictures make me appear, because in most cases I
an wearing as many as 10 layers of clothing. Me in full kimono = a
slip, an under dress, an over dress, an under kimono, a middle kimono, a
double layer outer kimono, and that's just in the summer. In the winter
each of those layers doubles. I'm already in my body-weight-index, so
no need to lose weight and I'm already eating a very healthy diet (most
of it grown on our farm)
What do I like most about a wellness/weight loss program?
I'm not sure. The only one I know is Richard Simmons dance videos and
cookbooks (I use both). I like Richard Simmons (he's cute), dancing is
fun, his cookbooks make sense to me. I'm doing the whole gym thing on my
I especially like Richard Simmons because of his cheerful, happy, bubbly
personality and the fact that every few minutes he tells you how great
you look and to not forget he loves you. Being alone and not having any
family or any really close friend, I don't very often hear the words "I
love you" which results in me doing things like THIS.
I kind of, actively seek out anything that
has someone saying out to the audience "I love you" simply because it's
the only way I ever get to hear anyone say those words to me.
Besides Richard Simmons
there's Pussycat Dolls dance workout videos. IslandGirl dance workout
videos. All sorts of belly dance videos.
Remember too that I'm all about food. I'm a major foodie. I've 400 cookbooks. I'm a
culinary arts student. I'm a chef, I know food. I'm also a food critic, I write 2 advice columns AND a food
review column that does impromptu (unannounced) eating out at than
reviewing local restaurants.
I just plain love food. I am one of those people who would be very
happen to eat all day long if I didn't get full and have to stop. LOL!
known to drive 5 or 6 hours just to eat at a restaurant I like in
Boston or Bar Harbor or Vermont. I'm like that. I drive an hour to get
to food trucks in Portland.
I like food and I like driving. If I
really like the food, I'll drive there. I drive all over the state to
festivals and events just so I can eat the local foods at them. I'm a
major foodie, of course I'm also a chef and a food critic (one of the
columns I write is a local restaurant review column that also awards
"best of Maine" plaques to the best restaurants of the year), so you
know, chefs and food critics both tend to really love food, and being a
food critic it is my job to drive all over the state seeking out new
places to eat.
I eat a lot. Seriously. When I'm eating my normal (non-Hurricane Katrina effected homeless) diet I eat on average 3,500 calories a day. And I'm a 5'6" girl who maintains a weight of 130 to 150lbs (after 40; in my 20s and 30s it stayed 120 to 130lbs). I am less active now in my 40s than I was in my 20s/30s, since having broken my hip in 2010 and not having medical insurance was not allowed access to medical assistance, thus it never healed properly and my mobility has been greatly effected by this.
Yes, it has been pointed out to me that I eat a lot and obsess over food to the extremes I do because I am incredibly lonely. I agree with this observation. It's doubtful I'd have time to think about food in the way I do, if I had someone to love and focus my attention on. It's also be pointed out to me if I had a husband who cared about me I wouldn't have time to glue 2.5million beads to my car one bead at a time. Yes. I know this as well. But I don't have anyone to focus my attention on, so all my attention gets focused on the family I do have, and as my family consists of 13 cats, a bird, a dog, and a bunch of strange little (and not so little) cars, they are the ones I focus my attention on.
My family of cars and pets, and you my readers and my deity husband Damballa, are the ones who get my attention. You my readers are the only humans in my family whom I have to talk to and I don't get to talk to you face to face, which is why my articles get as long as they do, such as this one has. But yes, I am very lonely and thus I drown my loneliness in eating huge amounts of food, but than I dance myself into oblivion and lose all those 3,500 calories as fast as I eat them, so my eating large amounts of of calories is offset by my being a highly active person.
I like to dance: belly dance, hula, zumba, wild random Voodoo dancing that makes no sense to anyone outside of Voodoo...I don't have anyone to dance with so all the dancing I do is solo dancing in the swamps of the Ross Forest in Old Orchard Beach, Maine... just dance, you'll lose enough calories dancing to eat 3,500 calories a day. Dance, dance, dance... all you need is love, but when no one loves you, dance and pretend you don't care. The only happiness in life is to love and be loved in return, but when you have boundless love to give and no one to give it to and no one to return love back to you, you learn to dance in the forest and channel your energy into waves of love flowing out to the universe, so at least the universe will love you in return.
Also yoga, meditation, geisha girl fan dancing...a girl needs her down time after working up a sweat spinning round a bonfire. I meditate on average 4 hours a day.
If you are looking to do a weight loss workout and keep your body healthy in the way I do, than I recommend the DVDs I have linked to on this page, as they are the ones I use.
You wanted to know what I do for
I walk anywhere from 1 to 13 miles a day. You can tell my mood by how far I've walked. If I walked 1 to 2 miles I'm in a happy mood. If I've gone to 5 miles I'm upset and need comforting. If I've gone over 7, something is seriously wrong, someone died or something and I'm not going to calm down no matter what you try, but as there is no one in my life to try it doesn't matter anyways. If I've reached 10 or more miles, I'm suicidal and really, really, really, really need someone to talk to and having no one to talk to I just keep walking as a way to not think about how much I don't want to be part of life anymore, because walking is kind of the only think keeping me going and once I've reached this point it's generally dangerous for me to stop walking until I have someone with me, so I will keep on walking until I find someone, anyone, total stranger, anyone who is willing to sit down and talk to me face to face.
But it's not regular street walking. It's
walking up sides of steep hills - too steep to drive a car up. It's
walking waist deep in the Atlantic Ocean for 7 miles to a time, while
the tide is turning. It's walking through forests littered with craggy
outcroppings. I'm not talking leisurely saunters though the park. People
will often try to walk with me o these daily hikes and they'll be
winded and stop within 10 minutes, healthy fit people, who simply had no
idea the amount of physical exertion was required to "just walk through
the woods" or "just walking on the each".
but I ain't just walking in your average wooded path, and I ain't
exactly walking on the beach when I'm several hundred feet off the shore
and wading along side the fishing boats am I? Do not under estimate the
locations I where I "walk". This ain't walking for beginners, you have
to work up to this level of high powered "walking". Hurricanes and
blizzards do not stop me from walking in the ocean. You want some
exercise? Try walking waist deep in the Atlantic Ocean with 70MPH winds
and 20 foot waves. Do not for a second, underestimate what I mean, when I
say I lose weight by "just walking." What you got to understand is I lost the will to live many years ago, in 2003 and it was very hard for me to want to stay alive during the whole Hurricane Katrina homelessness ordeal. And I've kind of come to the conclusion that God really wants me to stay alive for some unknown reason and no matter what I do he's not going to let me die, so aqua jogging during a hurricane doesn't scare me because I know God's got some weird purpose for my life and he ain't gonna let me die. I should have died dozens of times now, and here I am still going, for no logical reason other than God refuses to let anything kill me, or perhaps he has simply forgot that I exist at all, and my inability to die is caused by his completly abandoning me on all levels.
You got to understand I lost everything. My baby died in 1997. In 2003 I was told I had cancer and wouldn't live 2 years, that was 10 years ago and having no medical insurance I have not yet recieved any treatment. I lost my husband in 2003, my home in 2005, again in 2006, and a third time in 2007 at which point I gave up living in a house and remained "willfully homeless" ever since, I lost my human family and my pets at various points, and in 2010 I was excommunicated from my church. Being excommunicated from the Mormon church means God has removed your name from the Book of Life and you are barred from Heaven, condemed to walk eternity alone in Outer Darkness, thus there is no point in my dying as there is nothing for me in the afterlife, and yet being alone nothing I do in life feels like it matters any more. I have nothing to live for yet death is worse. I have literally reached the point of having absolutely nothing left to lose.
That is why I walk. I don't really walk so much as drift mindlessly from one place to the next, hoping to discover something that will end the mind-numbing nothingness that fills my life. Walking on the beach on a bright sunny day is more nothingness of every day sameness, walking in the waves during a hurricane is at least something to break up the monotony.
This is also why I turned to Voodoo. I knew the Voodoo traditional, it was part of my culture, but so was Mormonism and in a family of 300 people 97% of them Mormons you tend to follow the majority, more out of feeling they must be right otherwise why would so many of them reject the alternative? But than they rejected me. When you are excommunicated, they erase everything: your marriage becomes a divorce only worse, it is like it never happened, they go so far as to fully deny you were ever his wife, he even denies you were ever his wife; your family shuns you and speaks of you past tense as though you were dead, so do your friends, and your fellow church members, they see you with blind as as though you were invisible. They do not speak to you, they do not look at you...they don't even acknowledge you, if they looked away, that would indicate they saw you, but they don't even do that, they look right through you, walk right into you, act fully 100% like you are not standing there. When you are a Mormon you are not allowed to have friend outside of the church, all your family are Mormons too, and when they excommunicate you, they and their god all abandon you, turn their backs on you, and act as though you were never born, which is worse than if they acted as though you were dead.Which is why a year later in 2011 I did this to my car, more as a way to convince myself I was still alive and not a ghost which was how they made me feel. I needed to know that there was someone in the world who could still see me.
My grandmother had been dead 14 years, my other grandmother having died 20 years before her. They were not Mormons. When the Mormons abandoned me and left me alone I walked for 13 miles and ended up at the graves of my grandmothers. Mormons teach that your ancestors keep a strong connection to you and I believed that, but looking at the graves I remember that Voodoo believes this too. With a jar of graveyard dirt in my hand I turned to my grandmother's for guidance and was set on the path of Voodoo, where I have found much peace. It has changed my life and made me a very different person than who I was just 3 years ago when I was excommunicated (October 19, 2010). Niether of my grandmothers drove cars, both walked many miles each and every day, and when I walk I feel their spirits close to me. I feel their love. It is the only time I feel love. And thus I walk, many miles, every day.
when I tell you all I do for exercise is "walk", don't think you can
just walk to the end of the street and back and assume you'll have the
same results I have. I lose 600 calories on one of my walks, most people
have to walk circles round their block for a week to lose that much.
So, if you are just sauntering along walking along side the road, you
are going to have to walk longer, and more often, to lose the same
amount of weight I lose. It's not just walking you have to figure in,
but also where you walk, how you walk, and how fast you walk. Each
change in your walk is going to change total amount of weight loss.
I live in a motorhome on a farm, hike miles a day, I live off the land, bath in the ocean (I don't have running water or electricity - I don't even use a tiller for my garden, I "till" the whole 1/4 acre by hand with a spade shovel.).
This is just how I've lived my life for the past 40 years, I've never really had any experience in any sort of a wellness/weight loss program other than what I just described, I live a fairly healthy lifestyle, so I think I'm not the right person to be asking these questions to, because I just don't have an answer for you here.
It's a new website that was created April 1, 2017. Which on the surface appears to be a joke and appears to be funny. But a closer look reveals it to be a hate site, hating on gays and supporting KKK terrorist acts. Specifically - it's a propaganda site made in support of the Ku Klux Klan's anti-gay terrorist attacks that have been happening in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Meaning it was made by somebody local and probably the person doing the hate crimes.
On the surface, Flamboyant Nipples website seems funny, if you don't know the murders, house bombs, death threats, animal abuse, vandalism, hate crimes, and domestic terrorist attacks they are referring to.
To any one outside of Maine it may look like harmless fun, but any one here in Old Orchard Beach who is Gypsy, Jewish, Muslim, Black, LGBTQA, or Native American, will tell you there's nothing funny about having a gun to your head. There's nothing funny about house bombs.
Did you know there have been 5 additional house bombs, that I have never mentioned? One blew up an apartment building and killed 6 people. I only talk about the one that blew up my house and the one that blew up my doctor's office. My Muslim doctor would tell you how not funny the Flamboyant Nipples website it, if he hadn't died in the bomb and was able to tell you.
Have I ever told you about the bomb at WalMart November 2015, put in MY department where I worked? Or the bomb in 2013, put in MY classroom at Southern Maine Community College 2013, a few weeks before I was beaten up and paralyzed?
Start interviewing the families of Old Orchard Beach.
Come here to our town and actually talk to the gay men who've been stripped naked by the Ku Klux Klan and hung by their balls from the tops of flagpoles. They'll tell you how not funny the Flamboyant Nipples website is.
Did you even actually READ the Quaraun books before you wrote Flamboyant Nipples? Do you even know what the hate crimes are you are supporting? Specifically BoomFuzzy, the one that features a horrific scene where Quaraun is attacked by gay haters from his town, stripped naked, tied to a horse, dragged through the streets, beaten, then hung by hi balls from a tree and left to bleed to death, hanging in the tree for 5 days.
Did you know THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED to a man right here in our town?
The Ku Klux Klan stripped him naked, tied him to the back bumper of a car, dragged through the streets from Old Orchard Beach to Biddeford Maine - a 14 mile drive, beat him, then hung him by his balls from the giant flag pole at Rotary Park and left to bleed to death, hanging in the tree for 5 days. They did it in the dead of winter when the park was closed to the public, so it was 5 days before any one found him. He almost froze to death and suffered brain damage from hang upside down so long, the blood putting too much pressure on his brain.
You want to know how old he was?
The gay man who was dragged naked through the streets, his feet tied to the back bumper of a car?
15 years old.
He was a fifteen year old boy.
A CHILD! Grown men did that to him. Men in their 30s, 40s, and 50s ganged up on a 15 year old boy and tortured him almost to death... because they SUSPECTED that he MIGHT be gay because he was wearing a pink suit to go to the prom.
They didn't have any proof he was gay. They just thought maybe he MIGHT be, because he was wearing pink.
They did that to a child!
That's what kind of monsters we have running the businesses of Old Orchard Beach!
Men who drag children 14 miles, naked, tied to the back of their car... for 14 damned miles!
And no one did one damned thing to stop them.
People in the town stood around and cheered them on as they tortured a 15 year old boy, because of the colour of his clothes.
Do you think that kind of torture is something FUNNY? Something to laugh at and make fun of?
And it happened more then once, to multiple men. Rotary Park had to take their flag pole down to try to prevent it happening again. Biggest flagpole in the state of Maine, used to be a tourist attraction, gone because of the horrific hate crimes against gay men in our town.
I include references to that event in EVERY single Quaraun novel to bring awareness to the horrific things gay haters do to gay men.
EVERY ONE of the violent acts against Quaraun in the novels is based off of a REAL LIFE event here in our town. EVERY ONE OF THEM.
It's why I keep saying the Quaraun series is NOT Erotica. It's not meant to be Erotic, it's meant to bring awareness to what type of hate crimes gay men around here have to put up with. The scenes in the Quaraun books are NOT meant to be taken as sexual fantasies, they are meant to show how horrific gay men around here are treated by their/our community.
The hate crimes against gay men, especially transgender men are horrific in this area and it needs to stop. The gay community around here is too scared to fight back, but I'm not, if no one else is going to do anything to protect them, I will, and THAT is why I write the Quaraun series.
The Quaraun series is about a gay man, a transvestite, who's life is absolutely destroyed by gay haters, after they tortured him and drove his lover to suicide. He becomes a wizard to resurrect his lover. The series follows them as they live on the run, going from one town to the next looking for someplace that will accept gay men. THAT is what the series is about. How everywhere they go, they get attacked and beaten and publicly humiliated because they dare to love each other.
Quaraun is based off actual real live transvestites, transsexuals, and gay men who live here in Maine and were interviewed by me, specifically with the goal of portraying their lifestyle and the hate crimes they live with as ACCURATELY as possible.
The original idea came from the suicide of my grandmother's best friend; a transvestite who owned the dollar store in the Saco Shaw's parking lot back in the 1980s. He was the first transvestite I ever knew, he was a close friend of the family for years, and one day he was gone. He commit suicide because he couldn't take the horrific gay hatred that was thrown in his face every day. He left behind a lover that went mad with grief and then shot himself.
THAT is where I got the idea for the Quaraun series. From the REAL LIFE suicide of a REAL transvestite who a friend of mine.
Start asking about the 500 cats and dogs that vanished from our town between 2014 and 2017 - 140 families have had their pets returned cut up in pieces. They'll tell you how not funny the Flamboyant Nipples website is.
You think it's just me these things are happening too? Open your damned eyes.
These things started happening to me in 2001. I started writing the Quaraun series in 1997, but locals didn't know about it, until 2001. The hate crimes against my family, started WHEN this town found out I was writing the Quaraun books. Gay hatred in this town is SO BAD, that they are willing to attack, beat up, cripple, a straight woman, bomb her house, kill her cats, fill her motorhome with feces... because she was the ONLY person in this damned town willing to speak out against the anti-gay hate crimes of Old Orchard Beach.
I'm not the FIRST one they did these things too... I'm just the first straight female they did them too, that's all.
I'm just the only one with enough balls to speak out against the Ku Klux Klan. That doesn't mean I'm the only one they've terrorized. It just means I'm fed up with living in terror and am saying enough is enough. I'm taking my life back and they aren't gonna push me around any more. And I'm gonna help the gay men of this town get their lives back too.
The gay haters of this town tried to kill me on November 14, 2013 because I wrote a book featuring a gay main character. I almost died and now I'm crippled for rest of my life.
Six months after the Quaraun books went from free to read online, to their first mass produced, mass market release (September 2, 2014), the gay haters of this town filled my motothome with feces and cut my cats heads off (April 10, 2015).
I am fed up with the viscous, violent, acts of terrorism that no one around here blinks an eye at, because it happens so often, multiple times a day, every single damned day to so many people!
Too many people in this town turn a blind eye to what is going on.
Too many people in this town are saying "I don't want to get involved, they'll come after me too, I have my own family to think about".
This has to end.
This level of terrorism is beyond insanity and some one needs to put and end to it.
I'm founder of the Proctor and Gamble Boycott, I shut down those animal test labs, it took me 27 damned years to do it, but I did it, and if I can do THAT, then I know I can shut down the gay hatred of this town too.
What is happening here is NOT RIGHT and NEED TO STOP!
And sites like Flamboyant Nipples, who take these hate crimes, and make fun of them, make it look like it's funny to torture gay men, are deplorable and disgusting!
The gay haters of this town like to run around bragging that Old Orchard Beach is a family friendly town, added to that phrase, that it is "family friendly because it doesn't allow gays"...
Old Orchard Beach is NOT a family friendly town until it is family friendly for ALL families even gay ones!
I challenge the motels, hotels, and business of Old Orchard Beach, to start putting up rainbow flags... EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM....
EVERY business.... no matter how small, no matter how far off a main road onto a side street you are...
Put up a rainbow flag on your business sign. Let the world know you support gay rights and welcome the gay community in Old Orchard Beach.
Because I'm going around this town and making a list of every single business in this town that is NOT gay friendly and I'm putting them on the Proctor & Gamble Boycott website, to notify all 30 million members of my P&G protest team, which businesses in Old Orchard Beach they need to start protesting.
Prove to the world, you're not a gay-hater.
Because the whole WORLD is about to start protesting this town.
These hate crimes need to stop. NO ONE should be forced to live in terror! The gay members of this community deserved to live here with open arms. Their families are families too!
I say let's make this town family friendly for ALL families!
SAY NO THE THE GAY HATERS OF OLD ORCHARD BEACH!
Those gay haters rely on the tourist income to survive: BOYCOTT every business in this town that REFUSES to hang a rainbow flag on their business signs. DO NOT give your hard earned money to the gay hating business owners of Old Orchard Beach!
SAY NO TO THE HATE CRIMES!
They want to call this town family friendly... well let's MAKE it family friendly then... for ALL families!
Not just the white ones!
Not just the straight ones!
Not just the Christians!
Make it family friendly for EVERY family!
Old Orchard Beach Residents Better Start Praying My Next Sign Doesn't Have a Pink Penis Painted On It, Because I'm Getting Sick And Tired Of Them Harassing Me,
And If It Takes A Ten Foot Painting Of A Penis Standing In The End Of My Driveway To Get Them To Leave Me Alone...
Then That's Gonna Be The Next Sign I'll Put Up.
Flamboyant Nipples: Ku Klux Klan Crosses, House Bombs, & Book Burnings:
An Author's Guide To Writing The Christian Worldview:
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The scene containing the page of Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fucks, can be read HERE.
If you don't know what the genres Yaoi or Pink Humor are, you can find out HERE.
P.s> Inspired by the gay hatred of Flamboyant Nipples; I'm Painting A New Sign for my driveway ... It's a Picture of Black Tower... Enjoy!
Meet The Flamboyant Nipples and Their Fabulous Pink Penis... Coming Soon To A Driveway Near You:
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If it ain't on this list, it's probably fake.
Throughout 2013 - 2015 a slew of FAKE "EelKat" accounts surfaced, both on social networks and on forums, most were created by a woman calling herself Kendra Silvermander, or her backhoe driving cousin who drove a backhoe over my house, the same woman and her family who cut the heads off my cats, are the same people who hacked my online accounts, created a slew of fake accounts and pretended to be me, after they beat me up on November 14, 2013, leaving me paralyzed for 5 months, relearning to walk for 18 months, and clueless to their impersonation of my online due to my life threatening crippled state that had me offline from November 2013 to March 2016.
Who they are and why they are doing this remains unknown. If you know the identity of these people, please contact the FBI in charge of the investigation into their murder attempts on my life:
Agent Andy Drewer
of the Portland FBI
NOTE: I was very active on forums from 1997 to 2007 and have RARELY used a forum since then. Other then the Warriors Forum and Absolute Write I have not posted on ANY forums AT ALL since 2012.
Note: My old inactive forum accounts were hacked and "resurrected" in 2013/2014/2015 by a psychotic NaNoWriMo ML who is upset over my having won a total of 27 writing contests/challenges and published 130+ novels since 2004 and and apparently (according to her emails) she has yet to win or publish anything.
If you see "me" posting on a forum at any point after 2012, know that it is likely this mysterious, and still yet unidentified "Kendra Silvermander".
I'm just a harmless old lady who likes to dress like and Elf and paint everything pink and write stories about Elves having sex with Unicorns. For THAT, the residents of Old Orchard Beach, call me crazy, build a bomb, blow up my house, stand in my drive way and shoot at me, kidnap my cats, cut my cats' heads off, nail my cats' heads to my door, beat my 28 year old Shetland pony's head in, drive a back hoe over my house 3 times, filled my motorhome with feces 3 feet deep, I was paralyzed for 5 months because they trespassed up in here and beat me up, 3 years later I finally recover and start walking again and they beat me up again this time with a shopping cart rupturing 3 discs in my spine while screaming "kill or be killed remember Saco Shaw's!" and they cut my car in half. I'm sorry, WHO exactly is the crazy person here?
Yes, I wear pink ball gowns every day.
Yes I wear fake pointy ears and long white Rapunzel wigs.
Yes, I paint my cars, my motorhome, and my mailbox pink.
Yes, I write about Elves having sex with Unicorns.
So the fucking hell what?
I haven't set foot off my land in 40 years. The only time I have contact with people is when THEY trespass on my yard and invade my privacy. And you know what? I've always welcomed them with happy smiles and open arms, made them meals and served them tea, and spent the day happily chatting with any one and every one who wanted to visit me. I love it when you people stop by to visit me as it's the only time I have any one to talk to other then my cats... oh wait... I don't have ANYONE to talk to any more, now that sociopath freaks murdered them and nailed their heads to my door!
You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the ones who built a bomb and blew up my house!
You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the violent trespassers who stands in my drive way and shoot at me.
You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the ones who kidnap my cats, cut my cats' heads off, nail my cats' heads to my door, beat my 28 year old Shetland pony's head in, drive a back hoe over my house 3 times, filled my motorhome with feces 3 feet deep, and cut my car in half.
I mean REALLY stand back and look around.
All I'm doing is wearing strange cloths. I'm not the violent animal abusing, bomb building, psychopath beating up elderly women... THEY are.
There's a hell of a big difference between a half blind elderly woman dressing up as comic book characters and not bothering one damned person, and violent psychopathic criminal creeps beating her up, bombing her house, driving a back hoe over 3 more of her houses, cutting her car in half, filling her motorhome with feces, murdering her horse, and slaughtering her cats!
On November 14, 2013 I was beaten up at Southern Maine Community College, paralyzed for 5 months, was relearning to walk and relearning to use my hand for 18 months. I was offline that entire time. I returned online March 2016, to find that a hacker had taken over nearly all of my online accounts, social network accounts, forum accounts, and even here, and had been posting online pretending to be me.
Know that between November 14, 2013 and March 31, 2016, that I was NOT ONLINE and all posts made between those dates were not made by me.
On July 28, 2016 the same group of people who beat me on November 14, 2013, arrived at my workplace and beat me up again, this time with a shopping cart while screaming "kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaw's all transsexuals are alike".
I was once again paralyzed, this time for 3 months, and this time suffering 3 ruptured discs in my spine.
Old Orchard Beach has a crazy person in it all right, but isn't me... and the residents of this town need to get off their asses and tell the FBI who this white haired man and his blond wife and red haired sister-in-law are BEFORE THEY KILL ME! The red haired woman calls herself Kendra Silvermander.
The white haired man drives a 4-door-white pick-up truck. The blond women drives a gold volvo suv and is often accompanied by a red haired woman who identifies herself as "Kendra Silvermander".
The red-haired woman wears lime green glasses and usually carries a tiny white poodle that she called "my dragon child", the poodle is sometimes dyed purple and sometimes wearing a purple dragon costume. This woman acts EXTREMELY child-like and appears to have a serious mental handicap. She often brags "I'm off my meds" while attacking me. She is EXTREMELY violent.
The 4-door white truck is some times driven by a bald man. I don't know if this is the same man as the white haired man or not. I think the white haired man and the bald man are both the same person and not 2 separate people. The white hair looks VERY fake, like a cheap Halloween wig. I've never seen his face (I'm legally blind in one eye and nearly so in the other). He appears to be a younger man in his 30's trying to disguise himself to look like an older man in his 60s. I am 5'6" and he is quite a bit bigger then me. Possibly over 6 feet. Very broad shouldered (like a football player).
The 2 women look much older. The blond woman is quite "weather beaten", bad completion, like someone who spends too much time in the sun for too many years. She appears to be in her 60s, possibly younger with premature wrinkles? Her stick straight (possibly salon straightened) shoulder leanth hair is a dirty blond, that she sometimes has dyes with very fake platinum blond stripes. (Her hair was striped like this the day she attacked with the shopping cart.)
The 2 women make a habit of following me to work. (I am a retail merchandiser and drive upto 100+ miles a day covering multiple stores). They have attacked me with shopping carts at:
Scarborough Walmart (multiple times)
Kendra alone without the blond woman or the man, has beaten me up, punching me in the head, hitting me in the face, while I was eating at the Panera Restaurant in Westbrook.
They have a few times been accompanied by a third woman, calling herself "Deana". A small chubby woman in her 20's with sandy brown hair. She calls herself "The NaNoWriMo ML of Saco". She once had her husband with her. He is a blind man, walks with a white cane. She shows up at restaurants and libraries while I'm eating, working, or studying. She always comes in and says "Kendra sent me"
The red-haired woman calling herself "Kendra Silvermander" has beaten me up 3 times now at the Westbrook Panera restaurant - in October and November 2010.
It was the man who beat me up in 2013 and his 2 women who beat me up in 2016. (The Deana woman has never been violent and doesn't appear to be involved in the attacks, appears to be just "a messenger". The last time I saw Deana, she said she would be no longer working for Kendra as she was expecting a baby and wanted to focus on her family. That was at the Golden Rooster Restaurant in Saco, in November 2009.)
These people attack viciously and violently EVERY single April/May and October/November of every year since 2001, during the two National Novel writing Month writing contests which Kendra Silvermander claims to be the head of (I know she is not, because Chris Baty and Heather Dudley, of San Francisco, California are the owners and heads of NaNoWriMo.) Kendra Silvermander also claims her father owns FunTown Amusement Park in Saco (I checked, and the owners of FunTown have never heard of her). Kendra also claims her aunt owns the little blue breakfast cafe beside Landre's Market at the corner of Cascade Road and Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach. I checked - the owner is not related to anyone named Kendra, but does report having a niece named Deana.
This mysterious red head, appears to be the ring leader. Calls the white haired man her cousin and the blond woman her sister. The blond woman claims to be the white haired man's wife.
The white haired man refers to himself as "The Royal Family of Old Orchard Beach" and claims to have paid $6million for his house, claims to have "inherited millions" from his father, which he says gives him the right to run the town and give orders to the town hall. On July 15, 2015 he arrived in my driveway driving a giant landmover sized construction dump truck, green with a red apple painted on the side - the same red apple painted on the side of the backhoe that ran over my house August 8, 2013, bragging that the town hall took my cats on his orders. The dump truck was filled with black trash bags of garbage and appliances which he was attempting to dump in my yard... while he was there, because he was there, I parked my motorhome across the end of my driveway to keep him out, and he went into an infuriated meltdown, yelling that he keeps a gun for "shooting woodchucks" in his truck and would use it to "blow your brains out" if I refused to move the motorhome to let him into my yard with the haul of garbage he was trying to dump.
He drove up the logging road across the street from me, then came back out minutes later driving a 4-door white pick-up truck, screaming out the window that he was going to the town hall to order them to remove my motorhome so he could access my driveway to dump his garbage. THIS man... does not appear to be the same white haired man who beat me up. His hair is far more grey, natural looking, and he's a little guy, not much bigger then me, very skinny, probably only 5'9" or so. He appears however, to be the man, the bald haired man (who USUALLY drives the 4 door white truck) is trying to look like.
I've only seen the little, skinny older man twice: that day July 2015, and again September 12, 2015 when he returned with police officers DeLuca, Ladecaca, and Regan, and tried to make them remove my motorhome, claiming that it was "too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach". The police just laughed at him and told him there was no laws against painting a motorhome pink, to which he responded to say, that he'd force the town hall to make a law banning gays and their cars from living in Old orchard Beach.
He claimed to work at the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, calling himself the "zoning board of appeals" but when I asked at the Town Hall, they knew nothing of him and have no such thing as a "zoning board of appeals". He claims to own a motel and brags that it does not allow gays or non-whites inside, boasting that he and someone named "Dan Feeny" are passing laws to ban gays from Old Orchard Beach. There is someone named Dan Feeny at the town hall be he denied knowing anything of being part of making such laws.
The LITTLE skinny, and ACTUALLY old white-haired man, does not appear to be aware that the younger bald man is dressing up like him and using his trucks to attack me.
It appears the blond woman may ACTUALLY be the younger bald man's mother, not his wife as she claims.
The police reports of September 12, 2015 identified the LITTLE white haired old man from that day. However, I don't think he is the man who normally drives the 4-door white truck that keeps attacking. He's not much bigger then I am, and he looks very old, his hair is grey white, not snow white; and the man who attacks is MUCH bigger then me, both taller and more muscled, (definitely someone who works out and lifts weights) looks to be in his 30s, and is wearing a very bad, cheap Halloween wig to try to look like the little old man.
The identity of the bald man who wears a white wig and pretends to be the old man named on the September 12, 2015 police report, remains a mystery. Whoever this younger man is, he has access to the keys of the trucks which are owned by the older man.
The FBI is looking for the DRIVER of the trucks, not the OWNER. The owner is known. The DRIVER however, is a DIFFERENT man then the OWNER.
The police have also identified the older man as being the OWNER of the backhoe that drove over my house, however, he denies having driven it that day and claims it was stolen. Again, the FBI is seeking the DRIVER of the backhoe, not the OWNER.
The bald man is very clearly impersonating the old man, and appears to be taking orders from the blond woman, who in turn appears to be taking orders from the red-haired woman. The red haired woman appears to be the instigator and ring leader of ALL of the vandalism, violence, and hate crimes and also appears to be the source of the false accusations and rumors being spread around town calling me "gay" and "transsesxual".
When the 3 are seen together, the man backs down fast to the blond woman, as if scared of her, the way a boy os scared of an overbearing "mommy dearest". The blond woman and the red haired woman act to each other, like sisters or best friends, but the red head is very bossy to the blond one. The blond woman seems to have a very short, very violent temper and is easily worked into a frenzy by words of the red head woman.
When they attack me in the store, it is the blond woman who wields the shopping cart while the red head yells to her "There's EelKat! Go get her!"
They brag to being members of what they call "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan"
Note that there is no group called "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" the ACTUAL group is called "The Loyal White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" and is both a church (religious denomination) and a political party (like Democrats, Republicans, Whigs, Green Party, etc.). The REAL Ku Klux Klan has paid membership, rank, very specific robes, etc.
It appears that these people are NOT ACTUAL members of the Ku Klux Klan, but are rather simply calling themselves that and are doing hate crimes based off stereotypes of how the KKK is portrayed in movies (which is vastly different from how the actual organization acts.)
Also, I repeat: REAL KKK members wear very specific robes, stoles, capes, and hats... they DO NOT wear white pillow cases with holes cut in them. Also, contrary to urban myth, KKK robes come in all sorts of colours, including red, green, yellow, blue, etc. Only members of SPECIFIC RANKS wear white.
It appears these people know absolutely nothing about the REAL organization called the Ku Klux Klan, are NOT affiliated with the ACTUAL KKK group, and are simply running around calling themselves KKK members to justify their hate crimes.
The identity of the bald man who wears a white wig and USUALLY drives a 4-door white pick up truck, remains a mystery.
The identity of the blond woman and the red haired woman, also remains a mystery. Both women are close to my height. The red head is slightly chubby.
Interesting to note, is there are THREE (3) different 4-door white trucks. This man has access to all three, yet is not the owner of any of them. The owners of the 3 trucks are at 139 Portland Ave, 140 Portland Ave, and 3 Whispering Pines Drive. The bald man who wears the wig, somehow has access to the keys to all 3 of these trucks, though the owners of all 3 trucks claim no knowledge of the bald man. The bald man himself, continues to insist he works for the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, once claiming to "work in Jeff's office". I am uncertain to what he was referencing when he said "Jeff's office". There is a "Jeff" at the Town Hall, but he doesn't have an office. He's an old man who's been a close friend of my family since the 1950s. He doesn't know the bald man either.
The owners of 2 of the trucks (140 Portland Ave and 3 Whispering Pines) do in fact work at the Town Hall - one is a woman who I go to church with at the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and the other is my dad's cousin, and is the owner of the local sewage company and has a few dozen sewage pumper trucks, a few dozen garbage disposal trucks, and a few hundred port-a-potties sitting in his yard. (Pointing that part out as on April 10, 2015 someone pumped my motothome full of feces 3 feet deep, and it is suspected to be the bald man who wears a white wig and has access to the keys to trucks owned by the sewage company. and throughout 2007 to 2014 someone kept dumping garbage truck loads of garbage on my land.)
Given the evidence, it appears the bald man who wears a white wig and drives 3 different 4-door-white trucks, is a construction work who is also an employee of Blow Brothers Waste Removal Company, giving him access to both the garbage trucks that dumped garbage on my land and the sewage pumper trucks that filled my motorhome with feces, as well as giving him access to the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013. Whoever this bald man is, he is the one who beat me up and tried to kill me on November 14, 2013. He is suspected of being the one who cut my cats heads off as well. He is also suspected of being the person who built the bomb that blew up my first house October 18, 2006.
This man is wanted by the FBI for attempted murder, 19 years of stalking, more then 200 counts of hate crimes, monstrous acts of animal abuse, domestic terrorism, and is considered to be extremely dangerous, most likely suffering from mental illness, suspected of likely suffering from Sociopathy/ Psychopathy.(wiki link)
This man is classified as a highly dangerous domestic terrorist and apparently lives in either Old Orchard Beach or Scarborough, Maine...possibly in Pine Point (the over lapping community that connects Old Orchard Beach and Scarborough) as dozens of witnesses have seen his 4-door white truck drive in the area around The Clambake Restaurant and Conway's Gas Company, driving in and out of the parking lots of various motels on that block.
If you know who he is please call the FBI Agent in charge of the case, Agent Andy Drewer, IMMEDIATELY.
If you see his truck, back away fast, get off the road and away from sidewalks ... he uses his truck as a weapon to slam into cars of any one he suspects of being LGBTQA and to run non-whites and suspected gays off the sidewalks. He is known to drive up on to lawns to attempt to hit people in their own yards.
NOTE: You do not have to be ACTUALLY LGBTQA for him to attack - you only need to be suspected by him, of being LGBTQA. He also attacks Blacks, Jews, Muslims, Irish, Scottish, Gypsies, and any one "not Christian" (by not Christian, he means not Baptist, as he attacks Catholics as well.)
The two women are also wanted by the FBI for assisting this man in his crimes.
I don't know who this white-haired/bald man and his two women are. They are strangers to me. I don't know their names. And I don't know why they are doing this.
The little older man, would also like to know who these 3 people are, as they are framing him for things he did not do, he being the man this bald man with the white wig is impersonating.
Some body in this town must know who these people are ... PLEASE... the FBI is trying to put a stop to these insane hate crimes... PLEASE if you know who these psychopathic monsters are, PLEASE tell Agent Andy Drewer before they kill me. They cut my car in half in 2010. They cut my cats in half in 2015. How long do you think it'll be before they cut ME in half too? PLEASE HELP ME!
➽ ➽ ➽ If you have any information regarding the identity of the stalker/attacker/driver of the 4-door white pick-up truck please contact Officer Tim DeLuca of the Old Orchard Beach Police Department @ 207-934-4911 and
Agent Andy Drewer
of the Portland FBI
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Please help the police and FBI put this brutal, violent, psychotically deranged stalker family in prison.
If you can identify her by her voice... the red haired woman can be heard yelling at me in this video (she shows up at 3:31 - 3 minutes and 31 seconds into the video and yells for about 2 minutes before a man arrives and drags her away - a gun shot can be heard AS she is saying "Fuck The Camera Ya Transvestite Freak") :
That video was filmed December 24, 2016, in Saint Andrea's Parking Lot in Biddeford, between Sullivan Street and High Street. I was unable to find the woman to get her on camera, but she's yelled at me so many times over the past decade that I know her voice and it was the red haired woman who calls herself "Kendra Silvermander." From the direction of her voice, I believe she was yelling from the 2nd floor window of the beige house at 23 High Street.
In addition to the property damages and physical injuries caused by these three people, I also suffer from serious crippling agoraphobia(wiki link), severe panic attacks(wiki link), and post traumatic stress disorder(wiki link),as a result of their now 2 decades of cruel torment and terrorism.
Please help the police and FBI put this brutal, violent, psychotically deranged stalker family in prison.
Have Information? Call FBI Agent Andy Drewer @ (207) 774-9322
Rather then ask the crazy gun-toting neighbours, and risk get shot by the psychotically deranged, white power gay haters that live up and down my street, patrolling obsessively by my driveway every 15 minutes in a 4 door white pick-up truck, just get directions from Google Maps. Here, you can find 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, ME right here:
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