This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
These people who show up to vandalize, while they scream about aliens and demons and Etiole, prove how retarded they are by their own words.
Why?
Because only a retarded person believes in aliens.
Because only a retarded person believes in ufos.
Because only a retarded person believes in demons.
Because only a retarded person believes in ghosts.
Because only a retarded person believes in haunted cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in demon possessed cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in alien abduction.
The inbred insect locals of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine are too damned retarded to know how much of a fool they make themselves look when they run around calling my cars demon possessed, calling my husband an alien, and calling me an alien abductee.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
And no... to those who asked... the FBI is not looking for info on the 4-door white truck driver... the FBI has ALREADY ARRESTED the driver and owner of the 4-door white truck - 2 different people. The 4-door white truck was owned by Old Orchard Beach Town Hall clerk and Old Orchard Beach Police Department Dispather Kathy Smith, Relief Society President of the Saco Ward of the Agusta Stake Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Her son was the driver. They were both arrested and sentenced in 2017, and were also both excommunicated from the Mormon church as a result of their MANY hate crimes, which included but were not limited to the 4 door white truck attacks of 2013 to 2016.
Yes. A LOT of arrests have already been made. Do keep in mind the April 10, 2015 attack involved 74 people who were wearing Ku Klux Klan style white robes and pillow cases over their heads (which is how you can tell they were not real, actual Ku Klux Klan members as the REAL Ku Klux Klan wear miters on their heads, NOT pillow cases). There are in total MORE THEN 74 people actively being hunted down by twenty-one different Maine police departments, the Maine state police, the Florida State police, the Connecticut State police, and the FBI.
Since the backhoe attack of August 8, 2013, there have been a whooping 24 arrests JUST IN TWO CHURCHES:
The Saco Ward of the Augusta Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
and
The Sanford Ward of the Exeter Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints.
There have been additional arrests at the following three churches which all have the same owner:
Grace Point in Biddeford
New Life (aka That Church in front of WalMart) in Biddeford
and
Curtis Lake Church in Sanford
Due to the alarmingly high rate of arrests and prison sentences made at these 5 churches, the police and FBI have focused the bulk of their investigation on all members of these five congregations, with the bulk of the investigation being on the two Mormon churches and all friends, family, and relatives of the members of those five churches, as it is believed that ALL people involved in the murder and 20+ years of harassment of my family, are all members of these 5 churches and or friends, family, and relatives of these five churches.
To date, 64 of the 74 suspected white hood wearers of April 10, 2015, have commit suidice, four of which when killing themselves, also killed 5 or more members of their families with them at the same time. One of them was Old Orchard Beach Police officer Bruce Savoy, who killed his entire family and then himself.
The police and FBI believe there is a suicide pact between the 74 attackers who arrived April 10, 2015 on my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... as 64 of them have now commit suicide, between 2015 and 2023.
Additionally, Agent Andy Drewer was NOT the original FBI agent heading the case. Laura was. FBI agent Laura was murdered February 6, 2021, during her attempt to arrest a murder suspect who was in Florida at the time he murdered her. So in addition to murdering my son, these people have now also murdered an FBI agent.
People around local, seem to forget that what happened April 10, 2015, was not some local hick beating up one person... this was a large PREMEDITATIED ORGANIZED EVENT which drew in a CROWD of WELL OVER ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE to activly participate in beating to deth and beheading ten children, the oldest being aged 16 and the youngest being aged just 4 years old.
What the people of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine did was monstrous on levels of extreemes.
And then when the FBI agents tried to arrest these people, they ganged up again on February 6, 2021 and murdered, not one, but THREE FBI agents.
This is an organized terrorist group that is activly killing people here in Maine.... and this Claire woman that murdered my baby, the one the FBI believes is the ring leader who has been organizing these events.... and when I say events... I was NOT the first family attacked.
According to the FBI, the April 10, 2015 attack was the ELEVENTH such attack to happen on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine since June 2001.
And since the April 10, 2015 attack on my family, this VERY LARGE hate group has repeated this even seven more times, to seven more families all on just one street, all on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... in total, this extremist fanatical Christian hate group has murdered more then 120 CHILDREN, just on our one street alone.
And in every case, the grand of white hood wearers was chanting the same mantra: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach, kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaws".
This terrorist group is murdering anyone on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, whom they believe of being gay or transgender, whether or not they are gay or transgender.
These people are beyond evil. And this Claire woman is their leader, and she's the one the FBI wants.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I have a weird text message… from the woman, a relative who looks enough like me to pass for my twin…from the women, who keeps pretending to be me, the one who lat Aprile pretended to be me and tried to sell my land, the one who in 2007 pretended to be me and hired a guy with a backhoe to dig holes in my land under the guise of putting in a septic system that I never ordered… the woman who in 2013 hired the same back hoe to drive over my house…
the woman the FBI suspects of being the one who hired the golf club woman also in 2013 to cripple me nd murder my baby… the same woman who was in my yard April 10, 2015 again pretending to be me when she locked her cats in my motorhome, the same woman who took out 27 credit cards in my name and ran them each up to $20k max, me, who’s never had a credit card in my life because I can’t count or do math so also can’t do money or numbers, …. The same woman who creates several online accounts pretending to be me on those… that woman… just sent me a text message, wants me to go with her to Bug Light lighthouse tomorrow…
Uhm… Bug Light lighthouse art studio is where I was November 14, 2013, when the Claire and Kendra women broke my spine with a gold club… so, why does this woman who has a 50 year history of impersonating me… the woman who convinced half of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford that she owned my land, and has half the locals convinced that SHE and not ME, is me… she, suddenly wants me to met with her at the exact location where the blond Claire and red haired Kendra women - whom the FBI are still trying to find out the identity of - crippled me 9 years ago… and she won’t tell me why.
Well, at the moment I am recovering from, a broken pelvis, so, I can’t get out of bed, I haven’t been able to get out of bed since December, it’s not February. So, even if I would meet up with her, which I wouldn’t, right now, I can’t anyways.
She’s an Atwater… yes, the sister of Bruce Atwater… you remember him, he’s the one who was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and is so obsessed with aliens, that he and her, she helped him by pretending to be me, yet again… went around with the whole “amphibious aliens” rumors, making the claim I was abducted by aliens, calling my husband Ben Wildes, an aliens, dubbing him Etiole… he is by the way, the guy you see walking my dog with me in Biddeford… so, yeah you locals have met and talked to “Etiole” quite frequently, he attends the Saco Ward Church or Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and spent 48 years as the High Preist Quarum Leader of the Sandford Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of atter Day saists, he left the Mormon church in May 2015, after our children were murdered… thhey were kidnapped April 10, 2015, the same day the impersonator bitch locked her ten cats in my motorhome and tried to pretend they were mine, called the police, the police, Will Watson specifically, took her cats, and did not arrest me, because, they weren’t my cats… then she spent the past 9 years running around saying they were my cats and because it happened the same day, she also tries to convince people that mychildren never existed and that her cats are my children… what the fuck? She’s a raving lunatic.
She’s the one who who runs around screaming “Mark and Dan this and Mark and Dan that” and I don’t know who the fuck her Mark or her Dan are, however, the psychotic gun totoing white haired man with a green pickup truck, regularly arrives in my driveway to yell at me a, claiming he’s Mark, while saying I’m deframing him, and I don’t know who the hell he is… but apparently, he’s the Mark she keeps talking about, and she’s fighting with him while claiming to be me, so now, he’s mad at me because of something she said, but I don’t even know who the hell he is or what he’s talking about.
This is the same woman who ran around cutting the internet and electric wires off my Biddeford apartment building in 2021, while screaming about Tod Murphy, and I still don’t know who Todd Muruphrey is yet… except she and her friends claim he was hit by an Amtrak train Nov 21, 2021 at 10PM, and you can check the police records, no one was hit by a train that day… However, as you all saw on my dog walking livestream on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27pm, 4 women on bikes chased a homeless man on the the freight train tracks a quarter mile away from the Amtrak train tracks… I have it on video and I’m the one who called the police. Apparently, that’s the train accident she was talking about, be she had all the dates and times and names wrong, AND, for a full 8 months after that, I had to deal with her Atwater hoodlums and their friend vandalizing my car… they did more then $10k in damages, which yes, that why I don’t have my car again, in case you hadn’t noticed a 40 year old antique car is rather difficult to find parts for.
This woman… the one who does all of these things… oh yeah, by the way, you remember the woman who cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half on May 9, 2010… yeah… same damn woman… and the same woman who took a fucking sledge hammer to my 1974 AMC Gremlin… that woman, the same one woman who has done ALL of these things… just sent me a text, wanting me to meet her at Bug Light lighthouse, where her Claire and Kendra buddies crippled me and murdered my baby 9 years ago.
No!
Fucking no!
Why can’t this bitch leave me and my family alone!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER!!!
Bug Light? Really? The location where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life?
Really. She wants me to meet her at Bug Light Lighthouse.
Why?
I don't know.
She won't tell me. It's all a big secret.
Everything's always a big secret with the Atwaters. Because everything has to be a secret with criminals. If their crimes get found out, they end up in jail. That's how criminal thugs operate. In secret. So she she can't do anything without it being some big grand secret.
Why do you want me to meet you at BugLight, the lcation where my baby was murdered?
It's a secret, I can't tell you, you just have to come and find out.
No.
For one thing my car is not here, because oh, fucking Atwater scum bags vandalized it.
For another thing, I have a broken pelvis, I have been able to get out of bed since a week before Christmas 2022.
This is the 3rd time my pelvis has rebroken, since it was originally broken by the golf club weilding Claire bitch at... oh, BugLight lighthouse!
This is the same woman and her Mark simp from the day the police showed up at my Biddeford apartment to ask:
Police: "You're EelKat, right?"
Me: "No, that's what people call me though. EelKats a fictional character from my books."
Police: "This is Biddeford, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Police: "And I'm standing here in Biddeford right now, talking to you, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Officer starts talking in his phone to officers Will and Robby of Old Orchard Beach Police Department: "Yeah, she's right here with me, I'm talking to her right now. Got her Autism car here and everything."
Will and Robbie: "Yeah, that's what I been saying. This isn't her."
Me: "What's going on?"
Police: "Wolfboy is trespassing on your property again…"
Me: "Wolfboy? Who's Wolfboy?"
Police: "Mark. We call him Wolfboy. He calls 911 a few dozen times a day. Constant false complaints about every one. Boy who cries wolf you know."
Me: "Who's Mark? I don't know anyone named Mark."
Police: "Town busy body. Gossips and complains about every one. He's a real pain in the ass. Pardon my French. Can't leave anyone alone."
Me: "Why is he in my yard?"
Police: "Citizens arrest. Says he's arresting you."
Me: "Me?"
Police: "Yeah. He's got some bogus court documents that say you are not allowed on your own property because you're gay."
Me: "I'm gay? How am I gay?"
Police: "Yeah. Well Wolfboy thinks everybody is gay. He's waiting for the gaypocalypse, you know?"
Me: "What's the gaypocalypse?"
Police: "He thinks us guys are going to mass murder all the Christians. We have to deal with his fake 911 calls reporting us gaaaaaayz all the time."
Me: "I take it you're gay?"
Police: "Ahyap, several of us on the department. We don't like jerks like Wolfboy. He harasses people like you all the time."
Me: "Like me?"
Police: "Disabled. He targets disabled women. Thinks it makes him a man. You might not remember me. I was the one who came with the ambulance. You know? I knew you were laid up in bed here and couldn't be in Old Orchard right now, seeing how you can't walk, let alone drive."
Me: "And you said he's in my yard right now?"
Police: "Yep. He says you hired him to dig a septic tank."
Me: "I what?"
Police: "Yeah, we know. We checked. It wasn't you. We got this woman who's impersonating you. She's the one he's trying to arrest right now. She hired him to dig a hole in your front lawn. She says she's EelKat. That's why I'm here, to make sure you are here in Biddeford and not in Old Orchard Beach, right now. Buddy Will and Robbie are dealing with it."
Me: "Why is there anyone in my yard? There should never be anyone in my yard!"
Police: "Yep, we know. Wolfboy and crew do this sort of thing every day. You have no idea how often we have to deal with his crew of chronic 911 false report complainers. Whole family's crazy."
Me: "So, you're telling me there are two people in Old Orchard, right now, on my land, fighting over my land, and one of them is claiming to be me?"
Police: "Yeah, that's the deal."
Me: "He says I hired him to build a septic tank?"
Police: "Yep."
Me: "Do I look like I can afford to have a septic tank built? I have twenty million in medical bills. I can't even walk! What would I even do with a septic system, my bladder and intestines don't work, I wear adult diapers because I can't even use a toilet! Why would I of all people have a septic tank put in?"
Police: "Yeah. I know. I don't think Wolfboy and crew know how crippled you are. That's why we knew whoever he had in your yard, wasn't you. I also, don't think he's ever met you. We showed him a picture of you, and he swears that it wasn't you. We showed him a picture of *name removed* and he says that's you."
Me: "She's not me."
Police: "We know."
Me: "She's been after my land for decades. Was trying to get it aways from Grammy Helen, before I inherited it."
Police: "Oh, we know. Police reports from your Helen Ricker go all the way back to the 60s. They been after the Ricker farm since before you was born. Wolfboy's bitten off more than he can chew this time. He don't know who he's dealing with. He never should have gotten messed up with the Bacon Street Gang."
Me: "Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "Ahyep. That's who Wolfboy has got tangled up with."
Me: "Who's the Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "A gang. Think of them as kind of like the local Mafia, only worse. Most of them are doing time for murder. A few of them are out now. I don't think Wolfboy knows that's who he's dealing with any more than he knows who you are. He wouldn't be down there right now claiming she's you if he'd ever actually met you face to face."
That woman and that Mark, are the ones behind most of the rumors and misinformation spread about me.
The woman I know. She's a relative, with a long list of mental health problems.
Her Mark buddy, that the local police call Wolfboy, I don't know. I've never seen him. Never met him as far as I know. Obviously he's some friend of hers, probably one of her exs as she has a lot of them. She's got a bad reputation for slutting around with married men and breaking up families.
But all these wild alien abduction, transgender, ufo, nutcase rumors that get spread about me, whenever I ask "Who told you that lie?" They always say it came from her, my Uncle Bruce, or some guy named Mark.
And clearly this Mark guy is talking about her, but he uses MY name when he does it, because he's convinced she is Me. It's incredibly obvious this Mark guy has never met me and has no clue he's being scammed by her. But it is incredibly annoying because, I'm the one who is crippled for the rest of my life because some blonde bitch named Claire beat me up with a golf club at Southern Maine Community College Bug Light Art Studio on November 14, 2013, while screaming "Kill or be killed, gotta kill the transvestite freaks before they kill us all!" I was 8 months pregnant. That mystery Claire bitch not only left me crippled, she also murdered my baby. Why? Because this mystery Mark guy runs around calling me transgender and gay even though I'm not trans or gay. And he's only doing that because this nut job Atwater woman who pretends to be me, is after my land, so she runs around doing crazy ass shit while pretending to be me, in order to start the crazy ass rumors in the first place!
This Claire woman is the one the FBI is looking for information on. Because no one knows who the hell she is. She's just some random nut job who clawed out of the woodwork and showed up at college one day to attack me and kill me baby, while screaming utter insanity. The guy with her called her Claire, beyond that we've no clue who she is.
This Claire woman is the one wanted for murder, agitated assault, and owes me $20million in medical bills. If she's ever identified, she's also got life in prison for murder to look forward to.
No, I can not identify her: I am blind.
Did you forget I am blind? I've been blind my whole life.
I am legally blind. I can not see faces, not even if you are close to me. I can not make out the colour of skin because there is so little variation in colour from light to dark. I can only identify the attackers by their hair colour, because I am blind and can no see their faces. That is why I do not know who these people are. I'm blind. I've been blind since I was 8 years old. I can only identify people by their scent and the sound of their voice. Yes, the golf club woman attacked a blind pregnant women, and the FBI needs help to identify her because, I'm blind, I can only id her by the sound of her voice, and I've only encountered her twice...
November 14, 2013 when she crippled me with a golf club and murdered my babyat SMCC, and June 26, 2016 when she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarboror WalMart, she drove away in a gold volvo station wagon. The first time 2 people were with her and they called her Claire. The 2nd time only the red haired woman was with her, and she was screaming "My name is Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine!"
I do not know what the faces of wither the blond Claire who drove a gold volvo wagon or the redhair Kendra Silvermander are because I'm blind... I can see exactly 8 inches from my nose, I can't even see the ground to see my own feet. That's why the FBI is in need of witnesses to come forward and identify the 2 women who murdered my baby.
I'm blind, I don't know what they look like, I only know them by their voices.
If you have any information, about the Claire bitch who murdered my baby at BugLight Lighthouse on November 14, 2013, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I am severely disabled. I have been since November 14, 2013. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of a wheelchair. It's been 9 years and I'm still using a cane and walker to get around, but, after standing and walking for an hour or two, I collapse and have to be carried back to bed, where I end up staying for days, sometimes weeks, before I can attempt to stand up again.
And since that happened, there have been a lot of local rumores.
Plastic surgery reconstructed my face, but I noticeably don't look the same as I did for 40 years prior to becoming disabled. And this has led to a lot of local rumors... people call me a demon, or demon possessed, or an alien, or say I was abducted by aliens and that's why I look different.
Welcome to Maine, where the average person believes aliens and demons are real, and think nothing of driving a backhoe over my house, because im just a demon who deserves it, they vandalized my car repeatedly every few months I who am already disabled and severe difficultly getting out and to the store, have even less ability to get out when my car is in the shop for repairs months to a time, multiple times a year.
This is the reality of how we horrifyingly disabled people are treated, at least here in Maine.
Being attacked in the college parking lot by 3 strangers with golf clubs is what dramatically changed my appearance. Doctors, plastic surgeons, rebuilt my face as best as they could, and they did a very good job all things considering. My vertebrae are broken in such a way that my spinal column is severed and so I have almost no use of my left hand and arm, I have no control over my bladder or intestines so have to wear adult diapers. And Doctors can't operate on this injury because there is an 80% chance of me becoming paralyzed from the neck down if they even attempt surgery.
I have been sent to the top neurological surgeons in America and they've all said, they wouldn't dare take the risk of doing the surgery.
I have been 9 years, actively studying everything I can find on the subject of spine surgery. I follow every medical journal, hanging on every update, watching and waiting for the day, when surgery advances to the point that it is an option for me.
Interestingly, as a side effect of this, I started reading and watching Horror genre, something I did not previously do. Things like The Island of Dr Moreau have become my favorite books and movies. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it is because I can identify with the characters who have those radical body changing surgeries in those books and movies.
In short, I have become fully obsessed with studying all aspects of radical surgery, both real and fictional, in some sort of hope of finding, something, anything, that will help me walk again.
THIS is what this Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon did November 14, 2013... and made worse when she attacked the second time June 26, 2016.
The Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon, not only murdered my son, she completely destroyed my life, my health, my ability to function on even the most basic levels.
I can't walk, my baby is dead, there's a giant fucking hole in my yard that looks like a Moon crater, and I'm homeless because a fucking backhoe drove over my house.
And because I was paralyzed for 5 months, and spent 18 months relearning to walk, and still can't walk on my own now 9 years later, I also have $20million in medical bills, which is why I can't afford to rebuild my house.
In the meantime, some jackass with a green dump truck that has a black and silver striped nose, dumped hundreds of loads of garbage, actual literal black bags of garbage that he stole from the town dump, and dumped them in my yard. Do you know how much garbage he dumped in my yard? It was one hundred and seventy three feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… yes, the pile of garbage was 173 feet long, 30 feet wide, and 12 feet tall… and it cost me $12k March 2015 to have a garbage company come in and haul it away.
What the fuck?
And you know what the police said? They think this woman and her Mark buddy are having a fuel, but because she's convinced him that she is me, and he's never seen me, so he doesn't know she's not me, that the police think, he's the one doing all the harassing of me and my family, but he thinks he's harassing her and her family and doesn't know he's harassing the wrong people, because she gave him my address as her address.
So, I'm being harassed by some guy who is a total stranger to me, because he's mad at some psycho bitch who was pretending to be me.
And because of all this, I'm crippled for the rest of my life, my baby is dead, a backhoe drove over my house, and then on April 10, 2015 my 10 foster children were kidnapped, and then on May 15, 2025 there heads were nailed to the door of my big pink motor home. So, now not only am I homeless and crippled, but my family has been murdered as well, all because some bitch impersonated me spreading weird ass alien abduction lies, weird as transgender lies, and weird ass gay lies about me, because for some reason she thought that would get her my land, and in doing so, she passed off some guy who went psycho serial killer on me, while thinking he was attacking her.
Yeah.
And so, two criminal ass thugs are funding with each other, and now I'm homeless and crippled and my family is dead, and the FBI is here now, and according to them, me and my family was never the target, me and my family got attacked by mistake because at the start of all this, some ufo nut, thought it would be funny to impersonate me and try to make it look like I believed in aliens, because this whole thing started because of some phoney ass alien abduction ufo haunted car hoax started by my uncle Bruce back in the 1990s, because he was mad, that Stephen King filmed The Thinner movie on my land, and my uncle Bruce was mad that he didn't get to be in The Thinner movie.
All of this started because Stephen King filmed a movie in my yard almost 50 years ago, and an uncle of mine was jealous, so he had his sister, pretend to be me to start some crazy ass alien abduction rumors, her running around claiming she was me while claiming to be abducted by aliens, while dubbing my husband as "etiole" and "amphibious alien", because in their minds that was some kind of revenge porn for not being in a Stephen King movie, and they've spent almost 40 years running with their alien abduction hoax, adding more and more to it all time time, including to start calling me a transvestite... and then, these people who used to live in Utah, my uncle and his sister, come back here to Maine to run around spreading the alien and trans rumour on a local level around Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, because, I have no ide why... they are just pure evil, and evil things like this are what hate filled evil people do.
Jealousy and hate. That's what fuels her. Pure raw jealousy and hate.
And my family is dead, my house is gone, and I'm crippled, all because some uncle of mine, whom I never even knew before any of this started, wanted to be in a Stephen King movie, and wasn't in a Stephen King movie and for some reason that was justification for all of this.
I don't get it.
The Atwaters are just hate filled, evil scum. You can't do something like this and be anything OTHER than pure evil scum.
Buglight lighthouse is where my baby was murdered on November 14, 2013 by the Kendra Silvermander and Claire bitch duo... why would I want to go there?
What the hell is she even thinking?
Every one who knows me knows my baby was murdered at Buglight lighthouse the beach behind the art studio at Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, on November 14, 2013, the same event that left me crippled for the rest of my life.
So why in the hell would anyone dare ask me to meet them at fucking Buglight lighthouse?
How much more evil can you be?
Update: February 19, 2023
??? Weird. ...
So, I just got a flurry of weird text messages… about FabeBook posts? I’ve not seen said posts, so I don’t know exactly what they says, but I’ll respond to the text messages about said posts:
ONE... who is in my yard? It's certainly not me, I broke my pelvis a week before Christmas and haven't been out of bed in 3 months. There should never be anyone in either of my yards, not the one in Biddeford nor the one in Old Orchard...
TWO... when did my cousin Danny die? First I heard of it. Last I knew he was living on a farm up by Heath road in Saco. I haven't seen him since a few years before the grease fryer bomb blew up my house, that happened on October 16, 2006... so it was sometime before 2004 last time I saw Danny. Didn't know he died. That's sad. I liked Danny. He was one of the few good Atwaters...
Three, uhm, what garden? My land in Old Orchard is bare ledge. Not even any soil to plant anything in. It's been that way for nine years. When the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, it also came in with a green dumptruck and strip mined my land, they stole all of my roses, apple trees, grapes, blueberries, and flowers, and took all the top soil down to over six feet deep, strip mined my farm down to bare shale and granite. It would cost over $three-million dollars to buy new top soil to replace what the vandals stole, and I don't have that kind of money, so I've not had a garden since, no vegetables, no flowers, nothing, can't plant anything on bare ledge....
so, yeah, weird, this latest rumor, which states I stole something from Danny's grave to put in my garden. Seeing how, I didn't even know Danny died and I also don't have a garden.
........... Update February 22, 2023
So, because I didn't know Danny died, people have started sending me these long lists of Atwaters whom have died since 2015... apparently there are well over 30 - thirty - dead Atwaters, none of whom I knew had died, and many of whom, I never even heard their names before. I'm told they are largely from the Utah division of the Scottish Traveller clans. But I did notice, half of the original twelve are dead? Is that true? No one told me any of this. I had no clue. It says here that uncle Peter and his wife, Bobby's wife Cathy, and even my uncle Brucie are all dead? When did all this happen and why did no one tell me? There a bunch of cousins, second cousins, and thrid cousins on the list too, but I've never heard any of their names before I have no clue who any of them are.
There also seems to be some weird thing where they are saying no one ever told them my son was murdered November 14, 2013... my mother, my father, my step father Wade, aunt Barbara, uncle Dickie, uncle Brucie, cousin Danny, and Danny's wife Amanda all knew about this. Barbara showed up at the hospital and tried to get me to join her in some stupid ass medical scam she said she was running via her EMT job, she wanted me to be some poster child for some medical scam website she was running, she said she could get more money if she had a real cripple on her website. Dickie and Brucie were both at my Water St apartment the night it happened and they were mad that the police showed up to question my family and found them there with my daddy and some private detective, I don't know who the private detective was... according to the FBI agent in charge of the murder investigation, my dad hired the private detective to trail my mother and her then husband Wade, and Dickie and Brucie were helping my father with that.
Barbara, Dickie, and Brucie were all at the hospital November 2013, when I was paralyzed.
Barbara knew I was in a wheelchair, because in 2014, at Saco Shaw's, she stopped to talk to me, while I was shopping and in the wheelchair.
I'm also being told most of them are claiming they didn't know a backhoe drove over my house. Uncle Joey in Australia, not only knew about the backhoe driving over my house, by the FBI has copies of the $600 wire he sent to the backhoe driver. My father is the one who forged the demolition permits, with some guy named Dan who I never heard of before.
Also, you remember Barbara's ex Paul Martal... do you know what he's in prison for? FBI arrested him in 2016, for not one, but many bombs that he built, including the bomb that blew up my house October 16, 2006 and wait for it... the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, he built it and sold it to ISIS.
The Atwaters claiming they know nothing of the 2006 bomb, is a lie, considering the FBI arrested some of them for it.
The Atwaters claiming they knew nothing of the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013, that replaced the bombed house, is a lie, because because Joey is the one how organized and funded it and he's going to straight to prison if he ever sets foot in America again, the FBI is ready to arrest him the moment he sets foot outside of Austraila. They have uncovered all the evidence they need to do so.
Barbara posted the message on my FaceBook wall: "The next head nailed to a door will be yours", she posted that message May 14, 2015... the DAY BEFORE my foster children's heads were nailed to the door of my motorhome. I didn't know she posted that message... the FBI agent, had screenshots of it that he had made, he showed them to me in June 2016... I didn't know she had posted that on my wall.
Yvonne and Shem, posted on my FaceBook wall more then two hundred pictures of themselves holding various guns, and on every post they wrote the words: "This is the gun I'm going to kill you with." Again, I did not see the posts, because I was in the hospital, paralized, I was paralyzed 5 months, I was 18 month relearning to walk... I've been bedridden for the last 9 - NINE - years... I found out about the death threats Shem and Yvonne were posting when an FBI agent, the one, who is now dead. Larua, she was murdered February 6, 2021... arrived, at my 6x8 tarp that I was living under in my yard... she arrived, with a huge stack of printed out screenshots of death threats posted by them, along with 27 FaceBook accounts all owned by Brucie, most of them using variations of Doris's name... all 29 of those accounts spent the entire of 2014, 2015, and 2016 DAILY posting death threats on my FaceBook wall, and often mentioned the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, the August 8, 2013 backhoe, and the April 10, 2015 SWAT team... the SWAT team being something I never mentioned online... also... the police department is in search of a VERY UNIQUE murder weapon that was used in the May 15, 2015 beheadings, and the crackhead Camilla, the cocaine dealer for the Bacon Street Gang, who is an Atwater, has been since October 2021 showing up on my Biddeford front porch to gibber about... that murder weapon... the police and the FBI never released to the public what the murder weapon was, because it is a VERY UNIQUE one of a kind hand made item. And yet, MANY of the Atwaters... 23 of them, showed up in my Biddeford driveway January 8, 2021 to gibber about that murder weapon while also chanting "God-King-Trump".
January 15, 2021, a few days later, the fbi shows up with half the fucking plice department, here at my biddeford apartment, said they followed lucy and barbara up here from some attack on the president in washington dc and wanted to know if U'd seen them? what the fuck? I have no clue. I've not see Lucy since 1994 and I've not seen Barbara since 2013 the day she tried to get me to join her weird medical scam plot. But according to the FBI... they were watching my Twith livestream tht day, so they saw the "God King Trump" chanters, as did all of my viewers, I was live and my webcam faces the driveway window so, they were chanting "God-king-trump" on my Twitch livestream... according to the FBI, those 23 people were Lucy's crew and the had stolen stuff from the White House, and were carrying the stolen white house stuff while chanting in my driveway... the FBI wanted to know if I recgonined any of them, and I didn't, the FBI had tons of pictures of them, and I don't know who any of them were... but according to the FBI, they are the adult children of several of my cousins, via Lucy and Barbara's kids. What the hell?
I am so sick and tired of the FBI showing up here and questioning me every few weeks, because of some fucking ass shit Barbaras family is doing, when I don't even know Barbara's family! I haven't babysat for her kids since I was 12 years old and that was fifty fucking years ago!
Tell me, how do so many Atwaters have inside information about the murder weapon that was used to behead my ten foster children on May 15, 2015... when those police records are sealed, were classified by the FBI, and only me, 6 FBI agents, 3 police officers, and of course the murderer, know what the murder weapon was?
I don't know who contacted the FBI... it wasn't me. I assume is was police officer Will Watson as he was the original head of the police investigation. And yet, I have many THOUSANDS of hate emails, hate snail mail letters - hand written and signed by Atwaters, accusing me of sending the FBI to "snoop in on them" as they put it. Good god! The FBI is over here interigating me 2 or 3 times a fucking month! The Atwaters act like they are the only ones who have to deal with FBI agents hanging around all the time! At least with me the FBI are here trying to help solve a crime, not interigating me of being a criminal... my fucking son was murdered! Atwaters bitching about the FBI questioning them, well maybe they shouldn't be posting death threats all over my FaceBook wall constantly none stop, the same week my sn was murdered, but that's what they are being questioned about.
I never sent the FBI anywhere... I don't control the FBI, and anyone who thinks that is got some serious mental retardation issues.
I didn't even know the FBI was actively going from Atwater to Atwater questioning them, and I wouldn't have known, had the Atwaters not been writing long hate letters and mailing them to me.
My son was murdered in 2013... it was 3 years later, when the FBI showed up to talk to me, for the first time, and yet they informed me, they'd been on the case for three years at that point and had some pretty daming evidence, about one Atwater: Paul Martal, whom I've never met, didn't even know he existed... he got 14 years in prison for the 2006 bomb that blew up my house. But what the FBI wanted to know was: Why me? It appeared he didn't know me any more than I knew him. According to the FBI, Paul Martal was in heavy contact with 2 people, and the FBI believes it's one of them, who hired the golf club woman to murder my baby November 14, 2013...
...and the problem is, I've not mentioned it to the family, The Atwaters, so they don't know, not even my parents know, but on September 12, 2021, there was another attack. I've not released any details, nor have the police or the FBI, One of the biggest ones yet. The FBI pointed out one thing... the attacks stopped when one of te two primary suspects died. They said they had reason to believe the one, of the two suspects, whom they believe murdered my son, died... so how did the the September 12, 2021 attack happen?
When that attack happened the FBI asked me to repaint paint my car: put the info from 2 different events, with the dates reversed, to see WHO would notice it was wrong. Someone DID notice it was wrong: Crackhead Camilla, cocaine dealer of the Bacon Street Gang, she showed up on my Biddeford porch less then ten hours after I painted my car. She noticed the incorrect date for the incorrect event... and she has said WHO told her... and it was one of the three people who arrived at the hospital November 2013... except, 2 of those 3 people are now dead, and the one she's naming, is the one still alive.
Who is it, who runs around telling people I believe in aliens? That same person. I don't believe in aliens. I'm the one who proved aliens and alien abductions to be a hoax, did that in 2007, posted my findings proving aliens a hoax here: https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Who is it, who runs around claiming I say things about Utah Atwaters, people who I've never heard of, people I've never met? That same person.
Whose husband is right now sitting in prison for building the bomb that blew up my house? That same person.
Camilla was the bridesmaid of who? That same person.
Who KNEW I was paralyzed for 5 months, 18 months in wheelchair, and 9 years serverly crippled, bedridden... but neglected to tell anyone in the family? That same person.
Who is it, who is right now spreading rumors and lies about me, my brothers, and my mother, all over FaceBook? That same person.
Do you know what gaslighting means? Look at what she's doing. It's called gaslighting. It means she is trying to cast doubt on the victims, in order to make the victims look guilty, as a way to try to hide, her own crimes.
Ask yourself why you didn't know my son was murdered?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was attacked by a blond woman with a golf club, left for dead, almost died, and have been crippled on paraplegic levels ever since?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was paralyzed for 5 month?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was in a wheelchair for 18 months?
Ask yourself why you didn't know my foster children, where not only murdered, but their heads were nailed to my door?
Ask yourself why you didn't know when Barbara, Brucie, and Dickie were all at the hospital, and knew what had happened. Why didn't they tell any of you? Why did they pretend not to know? Why did they hide for the rest of the family, what had happened to me?
Here's an important thing to ask: Why did none of you know the FBI was here investigating a very brutal murder that coincided with a LOT of harassment, vandalism, and hate crimes that were on levels of alarming extremes?
It's called impeding and FBI investigation.
Someone, in the Atwater family, has been very actively lying to all of you about what happened to me and my family... why? What is their motive? If they have nothing to hide, then why arethey bending over backwards to try to keep every one of you from finding out what happened to me, my son, my house, my yard, and my foster children?
Why?
Only the person doing these crimes, who any motive to try to cover them up.
Only the person who murdered my son, would have any motive to go out of their way to do everything in their power to try to make you forget he ever existed.
Only the person who did these things has any motive, to try to cover it up.
Only the person behind my son's murder has a motive to try to convince you I believe in aliens, when it's damn well documented that I don't believe in aliens.
Think about that, next time an Atwater starts spreading rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my dead children, or my dead son.
Also... who is it who told you that I knew about all these deaths in the family? Was it one of the three people who was at the hospital and knew what happened to me, but never told you all?
Also, yes... I have noticed that Dickies supposed death date is a full 3 months before he was at the hospital, before he was visiting my dad with Brucie and and having a meeting with the private investigator about Wade Witen... that's puzzling... but then again Brucie had faked his own death 4 times since the 1980s, each time to invade IRS fraud, so the Atwaters do have a history of faking their deaths. I know this because the FBI has all that info too and when interviewing me, they wanted to know if I was aware of the faked death, by 3 of the original 12 Atwaters... yep, three of the brothers have faked their deaths multiple times. So... when you people tell me Dickie and Brucie are dead, yeah, I kind of don't believe you.
Also, Barbara is the one going around telling everyone that Danny is dead and his grave is being vandalised... several people have told me that Danny is dead, his grave was being vandalised, and I a bedridden crippled, was being blamed for the vandalism, and I asked each of these people who told them this, and every one of them stated they recieved either a rtext, post, comment, email, or phone call from Barbara, some said she told them face to face in person... near as I can tell NO ONE other then Barbara os saying Danny died, no one other then Barbara is saying his grave is vandaised, and no one other then Barbara is saying I did it... also newsflash... my camera runs 24/7/365 ever since the day my foster children's heads was nailed to my door, so I can prove where I was and what I was doing every minute from May 16, 2015 to right now. The camera runs 24/7 in hopes of catching the murderer returning to attack again. Smile... if you've ever said anything to me online or offline, I have video footage of you doing it.
In case you've forgotten who Barbara is, besides being Bruce's sister, she's the 2 year old girl who was run over by this car. https://www.eelkat.com/images/1964dodge330_theGoldeneagleWorldsMostHauntedCar.jpg My 1964 Dodge 330 the one that was cut in half on May 9, 2010 by raving lunatics of the Saco Ward church calling it demon possessed. She's the one who started the rumor that the car was haunted, possesed by a demon and tried to kill her. The car used to belong to Dr Larochell, who paid Barbara $20k to stop her from spreading rumors about his car. Her rumours about his car got so bad that locals started attacking him, so in 1975 he sold the car and I bought it specifically to prove that it was niether haunted demon possessed and Barbara was just delusional and trying to get attention.
After I proved the car not haunted, I let a local elderly homeless man sleep in the car at night, while the car was parked behind my barn, 175 feet from the road in the forest where it could not be seen from the road, so no one knew the WW@ veteran was sleeping in my car... until that is, in 1978, Barbara tresspassed on my land, found him there, declared him first a demon, then in the 1990s started calling him "The Amphibious Alien"... Barbara is the only Atwater who ever learned French and guess what, she is also the one who coined the name "Etiole" and started calling the homeless WW2 vet "Etiole" and she is the one who has been vocal in instigating EVERY SINGLE attack on Etiole and my 1964 Dodge 330.
Also, do take a look at Barbara... we look alike, she and me... we can almost pass for twins. And what keeps happening around locally? People keep saying they are encountering me doing and saing things in places I've never been to, to people I've never heard of!
Also, every time I go outside, people - ttal strangers - keep coming up to me and asking me why I am emailing them stuff about aliens, and newsflash: I don't even use email! What the hell? I couldn't eail some one even if I wanted to!
In November, this guy comes up to me, he's about 90 years old and carrying this massive stack of sheets of paper - like 300 sheets, it's an entire reem of paper, and he starts waving it around and says it's print out of all the emails I sent him just in the past week, he says he gets more then three thousand emails from me on a daily basis and it's all crazy stuff about aliens... I looked at the papers and, the emails are coming from tons of emails with the word "eelkat" in the name, but they aren't mine. I'm not sending these things out to people and I don't know who is... but I do know who has a history of impersonating me with emails: Barbara!
In 1996, she started an email war with the Atwaters, with two emails, one that she said was heres, and one that she said was mine.
At that point... I had never had contact with an American, or TV, or electricity... I had never heard of computers or internet or email... he email war, was her, impersonating me, and sending hundred of hate filled emails to my aunts, uncles, and counsins... I found out about it a year later when Bishop Paul Morgan of the Cape Elezabeth Ward (no, not the Portland Ward, but yes the same building) called me in to his office one day, to ask why I was sending so many hundreds of emails about aliens and alien abductions to him and 750 other members of the church. No that's not a typo... seven hundred and fifty members of the church...
I had 3 questions for Paul Morgan:
1: What's email?
2: What are aliens?
3: What's alien abduction?
I had never heard of those 3 things before.
Paul Morgan had print outs of those emails, and it took me over a month to read those more then six thousand sheets of paper, but I read every one of them.
Paul Peterson, administrative director of Pine Land Center Insane Asylum... he showed up at church a few weeks later, yeah... turns out, several Atwaters used to be, how shall we call it... straight jacketed in padded cells because they were insane... and Pine Land Center, government run mental health institute, lost funding, shut down, in... oh look... 1996... and literally just let formally straight jacket nut cases, walk free out the front door. It's not hard to find out who the inmates of Pine Land Center were... the micro films are available in New Gloughster. So, yeah, that evidance exists and says a lot.
ALL of the rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my cars... all the Demon rumors, all the alien rumors, ALL of it... every single rumor, all the way back to the 1960s... all of them, were started by one person, Barbara, because, she was the 2 year old girl who was hit by that car, and she's pissed that I bought it, and she's even more pissed that Stephen King, my neighbour at the time, made a movie about it... did you know my real name is Christine and that's why the car is named Christine in the movie, even though the real car was named The Goldeneagle.
After Christine, Stephen King returned to film Thinner on my farm, and THAT is why, Barbara, has had endless amounts of jealosue rage and hatred for my farm, my land, my house... did you know I've rebuilt my house 5 times now... the backhoe has driven over THREE houses on my land, we keep rebuilding and it keeps coming back... but before the backhoe there was the bomb... and who did the FBI arrest for building that bomb again? Barbara's husband Paul Martal. That's what he went to prison for. He built the bomb that blew up my house, the FBI found him with the bomb parts in his house and car.
That's why, I always ask, when these weird rumors about demons and aliens show up... who told you? And EVERY SINGLE PERSON, EVERY SINGL TIME... they always say: "Barbara told me", "Baraba said it" , "Barbara called me" , "Barbara emailed me"... and so, I'm not surprised to find out that the rumors flying around this week, are once again, started by the same person who always starts them: the pissed off now adult, 2 year old girl, who 60 years ago was run over by the world's most haunted car, and is the one who both declared it haunted and dubbed the homeless man living in it as "Etiole"
Know your sources people. Do your background checks. Find out if the one spreading the rumors about me, might actually have a motive. Barbara REALLY hates that car. And at the core, her hatred of that car, her rage that Stephen King made it famous, is the cause of everything.
But guess what: Barbara and Brucie and their fucking endless jealose rage, is why I'm crippled, why my son is dead, why I've had to rebuild my house on my land five fucking times now... I'm not bothering any of them, I never have , and I don't know why they are bothering me! I want those bastards to fucking leave me, my family, my cars, my land, and anything else of mine alone.
Uhm… okay… so, a member of the Sanford ward church was just in a rage yelling at me about the drug raid across the street last year at the missionary apartment and this being the 18th anniversary of the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh… and, I'm not sure why they are yelling at me about it…but they were mad saying: "Why is the FBI here talking to you about the dead girl in Scarborough. You aren't family."
Uhm… no, but I am the one who found the body and called 911 to report it. And I've had to deal with police and FBi questions in regards to her death for the past few decades every single time they get a lead they show up and ask me:"So tell us once again what you saw." And I tell them yet again about the girl with no head, the thirty dogs with no heads, and that, I never saw her or the dogs before.
I was driving to work and they were all laid out ritual like in the road, not a one of them had any heads. Not the girl, not any of the dogs.
First experience with headless bodies… but far from the last. And police and fBi believe the killer was there and saw me call 911 and that's why my 75 pet roosters had their heads cut off and their bodies tied in rope nooses and hung in my Orchard fruit trees and rose bushes shortly after.
I can show you where ever body was the girl and the dogs. The first one was at the Ross rd Portland rd intersection at the light by where the medical building is now. The next one was at the Eastern trail Bridge just before the rv center. There was another at the cascade rd intersection by the flea market... they continued like that all the way to the Scarbourogh marsh. All black dogs, mostly Rottweilers and black labs, more than 30 of them, leading in a path to the dead girl. None of them had heads. Not the girl or the dogs.
It was after dark, I was on my way to Macy's.
The fbi says they think it was the same person who beheaded my cousin Murphy in 2013, beheaded 75 of my roosters and hung them from nooses in trees in 2007, murdered my son in 2013, and beheaded my mother's cats in 2015... he says there were 11 other beheading like this between 2001 and 2015 all of them invloving a huge amount of pets, mostly dogs and cats, but also birds and horses… in title more then 500 pets just on Portland Ave in old Orchard beach alone, the first one was a German Shepherd in June 2001 whose head was hung on the bucket of his owners bulldozer, and there have been 7 more since 2015 to 2021, all on Portland Ave, Ross rd, and Cascade Rd.
The dead girl in Scarborough had no head, neither did any of the dogs. I'm the one who called the police.
I was there when they found Timmy Murphy on cascade and Ross rd intersection. He had no head either.
My cousin Murphy, the newspaper said he was hit by a truck. But that's not what happened. I was there. Police made me wait 3 hours while they looked for his head. I got questioned all over for that. It happened June 2013. Backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, and golf club woman attacked November 14, 2013... fbi thinks the backhoe and golfclub attacks were both because I was there when Timmy's body was being wrapped up by police. The police found his head 2 weeks later down by my driveway on Portland Ave almost a half mile from where they found his body.
They believe the killer of my cousin Timmy was at the scene while the police were questioning me, and that's how the killer knew to target my house with the backhoe a month later… the issue with that is, one of my uncles, paid the backhoe driver, but that uncle lives in Australia and wired the money to the backhoe driver. The police have all the paperwork for this. And the police can't figure out, why it appears that my Atwater relatives are heavily invested in impending the investigation of what police are calling "the Ouellette case".
It appears the Atwaters are being egged on by someone involved in the murder of the headless Scarborough marsh girl, and that the Atwaters are being deliberately needled into a frenzy at me and my family in a bold attitude to through police off the killers trail.
The thing is, the Atwaters have gone into wild extremes bringing in weird alien abduction rumors that are just outlandish… but then… one of my uncles, when the FBI went to interview him… he had dozens of dead, headless black dogs, black cats, and black chickens laying in weird pentagram ritual formations, all over his yard, in his driveway, around his house, hanging on his fences… and… well… dead headless black animals were all around the Scarborough marsh that day of the dead girl… and so… it kind of looks a lot like one of my uncles either is the murderer or at least is the one supplying the murderer with dead black pets.
So, this lead the FBi to ask me more questions, because now it looks like the Atwaters lashing out at my family has a far bigger motive then, them just being crazy lunatic ufo nuts.
I've been a witness at 4 different beheadings.. and was the one who called police each time.
The raid at the Saco Ward missionary apartment across the street…I never said the raid across the street was a drug raid... the state drug force wasn't there. Ive seen drug raids before. My Atwater relatives are notorious for drugs, ive been in the house when two drug raids happened, one in 1982 and one in 2016 and both times the state police drug team was the one who did the raid.
State police drug team wasn't there at the raid on the missionary apartment across the street last year, it the US Marshalls and FBI there. They had 8 people handcuffed face down in the road in front of our apartment. And they said it was about the Ouellette case, specifically the headless girl in Scarborough marsh. I know this, because thry asked me if i recognized any of these 8 people. One I did, she's been my dads nurse since 2009. Fbi was here asking me about that raid, because he wanted to know if the dead cats and birds in the road here in front of our Biddeford apartment were lined up same way as the dead dogs were back in Scarborough years ago with the dead girl.
Me and others locally have been finding dead pets lined up on Main Street, western Ave, Cutts St, West Cutts st, James St, and Bradbury st every since summer 2021, I sent videos footage of all the dead pets to fbi, because it DID look like same ritual pattern used in my yard with roosters in 2007 and my mother's cats in 2015 and those dogs with the dead girl at the Scarborough marsh.
That's why I stopped walking around our apartment at night... dead cats and birds are being set up around my apartment and also my mothers apartment... looks like whoever killed cats and roosters in Old Orchard, wanted me to know they knew where I lived.
The officers think the person leaving the dead pets all around our apartment is whoever killed the headless girl at the marsh... they think that's why the attack on my roosters happened in 2007, the backhoe in 2013, the golf club women who killed my son and crippled me in 2013, because I'm the one who called the police about the headless dogs in Scarborough with the dead girl.
Weird, this Sanford Ward Mormon, who was just here at my apartment, made the comment: "But the dead girl in Scarborough wasn't beheaded."
I don't know if there's a different girl too or not. I only know about the headless girl, the one I called 911 about all those decades ago. I never looked up the news reports so I don't know if they ever mentioned the thirty dead dogs or her and the dogs having no head. I don't know what the news said about it. I don't even know her name. I just know whenever the police or FBI ask me to retell how the dogs were laid out, they always call it "The Ouellette Case". Beyond that I know nothing about it.
My focus has always been on the attacks on me and my family. I don't know any of the other families. I just know the officers said the April 10, 2015 attack on my farm was the 11th such attack on Portland Ave since June 2001 and that they now tell me there have been seven more such attacks on Portland Ave since 2015. They said a lot of details have not been released to the public, but that there are a few common things recurring in every attack which indicates it's just one person (group of persons) doing it. They say they keep going back to all 18 of our families reasking us for details we can remember because they are trying to match up the similarities of each case.
I know what details were left out of reports about the attacks on my family. I don't know anything about any of the other 17 families at all.
I don't understand these Saco and Sanford ward church members who keep showing up all upset because I'm trying to find out who murdered my son and left me crippled. What is their problem? It's MY family that's dead, not theirs, what the fuck business is it of theirs? Why are they so damned ruffled up about me asking for anyone with information to call the FBI? By being upset like this, they are just making themselves look suspicious. When they are mad that I'm asking people for help finding the killer, they just make themselves look like they are involved, they make it look like they know who the killer is, they make it look like they are protecting and defending the killer. Do they not realize how suspicious they make themselves look when they get angry that I ask on Facebook for anyone with info to please call the FBI and help put my son's killer in prison?
Do you remember Timmy? He's the same age as you and me. He's the one who lived at the black house next door to my on Portland Ave. He was the used car dealer, the one who always have a dozen or so cars lined up for sale across his front lawn. He also owned Etiole's swamp, my abutting neighbour from the back side of the land. He used to help me babysit Barbara's kids back in the 1970s and 1980s, we used to duo babysit together.
Timmy Murphy was the one beheaded June 2013 at the Ross Rd and Cascaed Rd intersection.
That's why I can't understand these Todd Murphy fucktrds who spent the entire of November 2021 to May 2022, daily arriving in my Biddeford driveway, chanting "Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy!" while vandalizing both the building and my car. They did $10k+ in damages to my Volvo and they did so much damage to the building that landlord Matt Holiday couldn't afford to repair the apartment building so he sold it because the city of Biddeford was going to condemn the building and kick out all 9 families at 409 Maine Street, because the Todd Murphy fucktard attackers did so much damage to the building. People know about them cutting all the wires off the building, but it was a lot more then that. They did huge amounts of stucture damage to the building itself as well. That's why Matt sold the building. He just didn't have enough money to repair the damages.
But the thing was, these vandals were acting like they thought I knew who Todd Murphy was, and I never heard of anyone by that name before. I think they mixed up whoever this Todd Murphy was with my cousin Timmy... who is not an Atwater... what the fuck are the Atwaters even talking about? Timmy was my dad's older sister's god-son. My aunt Victoria from Portland? The one who lived in that big tower on the waterfront up on the Promanard.
Why are the Atwaters so damned fucking arrogant that they think they are the only relatives I have? The Allens of Allen Ave in Portland are my relatives too you know, and Timmy Murphy was one of them. You know, the whole family who founded Amatos... the woman who founded Amatos was my dad's great aunt. That's why we always get free food at Atmatos, their family. The Atwaters don't hold a fucking monopoly over me, what the hell is wrong with them? You know, I'm sick of the Atwaters barging their way into everything and trying to make everything be about them. They aren't the center of the world and they need to stop acting like they are.
Near as I can tell, these Todd Murphy vandals are conneted to the Atwaters somehow, but I don't know how. And again, they are impeeding a fucking FBI murder investigation. Do the Atwaters know how to do ANYTHING other then stick their busy body noses in places they don't belong? What the fuck?
Do you know what the police said? They said Todd Murphy is the son of someone my mother and Barbar fight with on FaceBook. I've had my mother and Baraba both blocked on FaceBook since the shit they pulled back in 213 after my son was murdered. I don't have a fucking clue who my mother or Barbara are friends with on FaceBook, I have them blocked. I've had them blocked for 10 years this Novmber.
But then, I have fucktards from the Sanford Ward church showing up here now, do you realize how far they have to drive to get here to my driveway? What the hell? And they claim that Todd Murphy was a member of the Sanford Ward... you know what he's not on the rouster. You know I'm a member of that church right? I got access to the rouster, because my husband is the high preist quorum leader of that church... there's no one named Todd Murphy who is a member of the Sanford Ward church, and there hasn't been in the last 48 years that I've attended that church. So now I'm left wondering, even more what the fuck?
Who the ell is Todd Murhy and why the fuck should I care? I haven't got a clue what these people are talking about. I don't know who they are and I don't know who their Todd Murphy is.
Only thing I can figure, is somehow, something my mother and Barbara said, convinced these people that when I talk about Timmy Murphy's murder case that I'm talking about Todd Murphy. But why? Was Todd Murphy murdered in 2013 of the Ross Rd in Old Orchard Beach, same as my cousin Timmy Murphy, who was also my abutting neighbor and had the same birthday as me, so we celebrated our birthdays together, you know because we grew up together and knew each other own entire lives?
I mean, what the hell? And what does Todd Murphy have to do with The Ouelltte case aka the beheaded girl in the Scarborogh Marsh from 20 years ago? That's what they were talking about last night... thee Snford Ward members who were here in my ard in Biddeford last night, who yes, I do know who they are, but I don't know who this Todd Murphy is that they are talking about or what he has to do with my cousin Timmy Murphy and that girl, both being beheaded down the street from my Old Orchard Beach farm?
I asked, no one in Timmy's family knows any one named Todd. None of my Scarborough or Old Orchard Beach Murphy relatives know or have ant relatives named Todd, so none of them, know what the fuck these people in Biddeford are talking about. You know just because someone has the same last name, doesn't mean they are relatede, right? Do these Todd Murphy people who won't stop hrassing us, and now clearly have a connection to the Sanford Ward realize that?
And what is with Joel Bailey? What? Yeah... they're bringing Joel Bailey back into stuff? He went to prison in 2013, he, if you forgot was the counsellor of the Bisiop of the Saco Ward church, the entire bishiprisk went to prision, 2 to 10 years each one, along with the Old Orchard Beach Town Manager, oh wait, he was one of the bishipric, and 13 people from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police departments, all members of the Saco Ward church, for stealing a little bitty number of thirty MILLION dollars in Old Orchard Beach tax funds out of the town hall bank account, which I only found out about, because they tried to forge my name onto the documents and that was why FBI Laura, the agent ho was murdered in Florida on Feberuary 6, 2021, was sent to interview me in 2007, 2010, and 20134... the Saco Ward church bishopric stole $30million from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and tried to pin it on me, only, I can't count, mI never learned math, and they didn't know I couldn't possibly have written the math figures. I don't know how to do money and only someone really good with money could have done the things they did. They also put a lot of stuff in Ken Shoop's name. That Joel Bailey, the one who is now out of prison and likes to walk circles around my Biddeford apartment all summer long in 2022. Yeah, I am aware he's back, the mini-Winnie RV that parks at the Biddeford High School at night, he is the one driving it.
Given his past history, no, I'm not surprised at all to find his name bring brought back up. Though the Saco Ward Mormons now trickling out of prison and back on the streets, would explain why the vandalism started up again, seeing how they were the ones who used to do most of it and the vandalism did stop when they went to prison.
I'm sick of the Atwaters and their Mormon friends. They're nothing but criminals, drug dealers, and gangster thugs.
The fact remains, the only thing I'm focused on is finding my son's killer and the Atwaters and their Mormon thugs, are interupting that, and I want to know WHY? No one who is not guilty of being involved in my son's murder has any reason or incentive to be here harassing me and telling me to take the FBI phone number off my FaceBook wall, and that's what they are doing and I want to know why. What business is it of theirs if the FBI phone number is on my FaceBook wall and what is their involvment with my son's murder that they think the FBI phone number on my FaceBook wall effects them?
Here's a weird one… I just got a text message from a Sanford Ward Mormon which states: "I've known you for 40 yeas I would remember you being attacked how come you never mentioned it before now"
Uhm… since 1996, my website, originally known as Space Dock 13, has documented daily blog posts of every day of my life.
The July 2, 2001 attack, when a house mover cut our house in half, put it on a flatbed and drove it to Waterville, was documented the day it happened. It was also the first attack. My neighbor's German shepherd dog was beheaded and left in the bucket of his bulldozer that same day.
Go look at my blog… every day since July 2, 2001 , every attack, from the minor paintball attacks to the big house bomb attacks, are all documented, each blog post written the day it happened. There are more then ten thousand daily blog posts just on that one blog, chronologizing every event of every day of my life and including every attack, since June 2001.
That fact that they only just noticed it now, does not mean, I've never mentioned it… it just means they were too self absorbed to notice anything going on around them. It also means I was never important enough to them, for them to notice I was homeless, or in the hospital, or had a baby that was murdered. … their shock of just discovering these things, says more about their lack of caring about me, then anything else.
As for the headless girl and dogs in the marsh, the murder of my cousin Timmy Murphy, and the golf club attack ,the 3 events they specifically brought up in their text…
I had Squidoo articles about all 3 events. Squidoo went out of business in 2014.
I have more then a thousand blog posts published between 2007 and 2013, on Tumblr, BlogSpot, and WordPress, about those 3 events.
On YouTube I had more than 2k video uploads between 2008 and 2017 that did absolutely nothing but talk about those events, and included the interrogations by police and Fbi, which I've recorded all of since May 2015. So, yes, you can go watch FBI agent Andy Drewer, lawyer Gene Libby in the Biddeford District Court, and police officer Will Watson, and dozens of others talking about these events, on YouTube, because my camera catches everything.
Since 2008, I have posted daily on Facebook and Twitter asking for witnesses to come forward about the dead dogs and the marsh girl...
Since June 2013, I added Tim Murphy to my daily Facebook request for witnesses to come forward,
Since August 2013, I added the back hoe driving over my house info to my daily Facebook requests for witnesses to come forward.
since November 2013, daily every single day requests for witnesses to the attack at phi theta Kappa ceremony at bug light lighthouse, where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life.
I'm still crippled by the way, are they going to tell me they didn't notice that either? Did they not notice I was 5 months paralyzed, wait I know that person noticed because in February 2014 that exact same person carried me to their car and from their car into the hospital precisely because I was paralyzed and couldn't walk…. The person who carried me to the hospital because I was paralyzed and had to be carried is the exact same person who is now saying they don't remember this… and yet, they are the ones who had to fill out the paperwork to admit me in the hospital and their signature is on those documents. So, proof they are lying, right there.
after the June 2016 attack by the 2013 golf club woman, this time at walmart, the fbi gave me a hotline number for witnesses to call... this phone number has been on the flyers in the windows of my Volvo ever since June 2016 and these events are printed on said flyers.
Also in June 2016 the Old Orchard Beach Libby library and the Biddeford McArthur library and the Old Orchard Beach Salvation Army Church all printed up flyers about these events, and spent the summer handing them out to tourists and the fBI number was on all of those.
This is all very well documented as, I have been post them DAILY for over a decade now... and I talk about it constantly in my livestreams which I started doing in May 2015.
Just because one person had their head shoved too far up their church's ass to know what was going on in their own family, and they only just now noticed what was going on around them, doesn't mean I only just now started talking about it.
This is why I don't like churches. Church people are so focused on their Bibles that they haven't got a clue what's going on in the real world around them.
Not to mention all of the police reports, there are more than four hundred police reports, which span twenty one police departments, in three states as well as the Maine state police and the Florida state police, plus the FBI besides! Most of those police reports are public record, you can go read them for yourself. As far as I know only 3 of them were classified and sealed from public access which means there's still 400+ that can be read. There were newspaper reports of some of the attacks. And even though I don't own a TV so have never seen the tV news reports, I know those exist because there were so many TV station news reporters showing up in my yard with camera crews asking for interviews with me. This case is so damned well documented. It's utterly ridiculous to think there is a single person in Southern Maine who is so self absorbed and so oblivious that they have never heard of this case or any of the events that have happened within it in the last 18 fucking years!
But the worst part is, this my own church, a church I have been a member of for 48 fucking years, that is saying, they never heard of this! What the hell? There were more than 24 people from the Saco and Sanford Wards arrested by the FBI just since 2015, because of their involvement in this case. Several of them are still in prison. These people are really that oblivious that they didn't know I was in the hospital, they didn't know I was in a wheelchair, they didn't know my son was murdered, and they didn't noticed 24 members of their congregation disappeared because they went to prison for their involvement.
Really? Wow do these people really give a shit about their fellow congregation members or what? They not only didn't notice I was missing from meetings for 9 years because I am bedridden now, they also didn't notice 24 other members not in meetings because they are now in prison. Talk about dense numb skulls.
It appears the High Priest is back. You, Paul, have met the High Priest. You met him at WalMart. You met him at McDonalds, where you had a 4 hour long conversation with him. You met him my yard in Old Orchard when you visited a few days after the April 0, 2015 attack, and can I add here that you are the ONLY person since that happened, to ever once stop by and ask how I was doing, it’s you’re the only person I knew before the murder of my family, whom I still talk to. You ARE the only person, who ever showed you actually cared about what was going on.
Not one single member of my family or my church has ever stopped to see how I was doing, has ever asked online how I was doing.
But, since November 2021, Sanford Ward mormons have been showing up, all of them in wild raging infernos, and all of them talking about people and events I know nothing about, so I have no clue what any of them ae talking about, but they act like they think I know who the names they mention are, in particular they are cult-like worshiping someone names Todd Murphy whom I can only assume they have gotten mixed up with my beheaded cousin Tim Murphy of Pine Point district of Scarborough and Old Orchard Beach, somehow.
They showed up near daily from November 21, 2021 until May 17, 2022. They were lead on by two blond girls who looked like twins, and have mega long knee-length hair they kept in pony tails, and a smaller pudgier girl with a mint-green pixie hair cut. I don’t know these girls, they looked to be in their 20s. They are the same girls who spent the entire summer of 2021 harassing the homeless man who was living under the trestle bridge across the street from us. They would show up on bicycles every night around 1AM, chase him up out of the ravine, then chase him up the old back tracks along the dirt road to South Street, up towards your place. They did that every night for about 5 months, until he got hit by a freight train on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27PM. They started attacking my and my family Nov 21, 2021, I think because they knew I had video footage of them harassing the homeless man and I think too they were pissed that I call the police when they killed him by cornering him at the bridge overpass so he couldn’t get out of the way of the oncoming train. Outside of them nightly harassing the homeless man, and then spending Nov 21, 2021 to May 17, 2002 chanting “Todd Murphy” in my driveway while vandalizing my car and apartment building, I’ve never seen these girls before of since. They seemed to have completely vanished May 17, 2022. Not seen them at all and the vandalism stopped cold turkey that day. I assume the police must have finally caught and arrested them, but the police never said they did, and in the past when someone harassed me, the police would always ask me to go to the station to ID them after the arrest.
In any case, the “Todd Murphy” dipshit bitches stopped harassing us May 17, 2022, and I heard no more of them, until this past month… only it’s not them showing up this time… this time it’s older people, elderly people in their 70s and 80s, members of the Sanford Ward Mormon church across the street from Curtis Lake Church… Curtis Lake Church being the congregation that shows up in my Old Orchard driveway with the “god hates fgs” signs and calling me a transvestite and calling my car gay, and marching around chanting “too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach”... several Curtis Lake members have been arrested by the FBI and gone to prison for their involvement in both the April 10, 2015 attack on my family and the headless Marsh girl. However, to date,, the killer has not been found, every one arrested so far has always been weird “cultist-like” gay-haters who are attacking people in the area while chanting “kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws” and then rambling gibbering about heads in ice cream. The people arrested, for 5 different local churches, are all outspoken in radically preaching a doctrine of beheading anyone suspected of being gay, while stating that they are doing so on god’s orders.
That’s why there has been so much difficultly in finding out who killed the marsh girl and my cousin Murphry and my family, because, it looks like it’s not just one person, but rather an entire group of people involved, and so far, all evidence has pointed to those 5 churches: Saco Ward, Sanford Ward, Grace Point, Curtis Lake, and New Life, all in Biddeford, Saco, or Sanford, and all run by just 2 families. One family runs 3, another family runs the other 2.
Anyways, I was just thinking, and I think I figured out why the Sanford Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints members are seemingly so clueless and unaware that I have been crippled and bedridden for nine years and why they were unaware that 24 members of their congregation have gone to prison, arrested by the FBI for being accomplices in the The Ouellette Murder Case aka The Cascade Murders aka The string of beheading on and around Portland Ave, Ross Rd, and Cascade Rd the past twenty years, which included the headless girl I found in the Scarborough Marsh, my cousin Timmy Murphy whom I found headless on the Ross and Cascade Rod crossroads, the beheading of my own foster children… Ben is the common link to all of them.
Ben, as you know, has severe dissociative identity disorder, that was brought on when his brother Willy commit suicide.
Ben has seven different, very distinctive different “people” living in him, that we know of, there could be moe then 7. Etiole is the one most locals are familiar with, though he does not call himself Etiole, Etiole being a name locals dubbed him. However, there is the High Priest, who is the one you, Paul, are personally most familiar with.
I’ve not seen the High Priest since April 10, 2015. Ben WAS there the day of the attack, he was also attacked… the attackers had me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, all on the ground with guns to our heads, while they use a weird looking long pole with a piano wire-like loop on the end, to cu the heads off of everyone else who was there. Me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, were the only ones to walk out of that attack alive. Ben’s favorite daughter Bella was one of the ones beheaded. His mind snapped, because, he recognized one of the attackers as “Rick”... When the attackers arrived, Ben ran up to one of them and said “Rick! What are you doing here?” Ben does have a friend named Rick… I know Rick. Rick is a very violent, vicious spouse abuser. His wife Paula used to come to church been to a pulp every week. Broken arms, broken legs, broken nose, black eyes. It went on for years. She finally divorced him and fled to Utah when he beat and nearly killed their teenage son. Rick has beaten me up, right in the Sanfard Ward church building. He’s a major bully, a huge bigot, and an extreme white power racists. Rick WAS there April 10, 2015… he didn’t have a white pillow case over his head like the rest of them did, but I don’t kow if he was a part of the attack or not, I was too busy trying to fight the bastard who was holding me own with a pistol in my face, to notice what Rick was doing. It was Rick though, his face in unmistakable… he has no face. Elephant man disease, I think you cal it, but you can’t mistake Rick, and he WAS in my yard April 10, 2015 the day my family was murdered, I just don’t know what he was doing there or if he was involved in the attack or not.
The thing is, something snapped in Ben that day. ALL 7 of his multiple personalities vanished, including the High Priest, thankfully. You know how bad the High Preist could get, you met him several times.
Ben left the Mormon church. I don’t know what triggered him more: his favorite daughter Bella being beheaded in front of him or his best friend Rick, seeming to be the one leading the charge ahead of estimated 74 people in white robes and white pillow cases over their heads.
In either case, Ben has developed a server hatred for the Mormon church and refuses to set foot in a Mormon church building… he who was High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward for so many decades.
The thing about the High Priest, was he was everything so far the opposite of who Ben, my husband, actually is.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to be a virgin. Ben in not a virgin. Not even close. He had a prostitute problem back in the 1980s when I met him.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to not be married, yet Ben and I got married on the Old Orchard Beach Pier August 13, 1987, so he’s been married several decades and still is, we don’t live together because he’s terrified of the Bishop finding out he has a wife. Keeping in mind Mormons don’t forbid priests from marrying, however Ben grew up extreme strict Catholic and his brother is the current leader of Opis Dia and he has to keep up appearances of being a Catholic Priest for his brother, from times when he visites from Italy, which happens a few times a year. Ben became a High priest in the Mormon church, but then goes to several local Catholic churches when his brother is in America, so that he can say he’s a High Priest without lying about it, and keeps his brother thinking he’s Catholic High Priest when he’s actually a Mormon High Priest. In other words, Ben lives a very big double life of trying to juggle his priesthood in two religions, hiding it from each other religion, while also maintaining a (very annoyed) wife (me) that he hides from BOTH religions.
Which is WHY, I’m allowed to PUBLICLY be friends with you, because it helps him to keep up the facade of “see, I’m not married, she hangs around with Paul”, which yes, that IS what Ben tells people at church about you.
Yes, Ben is a dick, I am very aware of this.
But, here’s the thing… Ben TELLS ME he is no longer in contact with any Mormons whatsoever, claims he hates, them, claims he shuns them, claims he’s not spoken to any of them since April 10, 2015…. HOWEVER… he was caught in July 2022, giving one of the Sanford Ward Mormons a ride to the store…. And Rick specifically, has been one the phone with him, when I came in the room and he thought I was elsewhere, causing Be to run around in a panic, knock his glasses off, break them by stepping on them, all while Rick was screaming out of the phone, “Ben, ya there? What happened? What’s going on?”
It appears the High Priest is back…. However, I suspected this in November 2021… the High Priest uses specific pontificating phraseology that none of Ben’s other personalities use…. And on november 24, 2021, the same night the Sanfard Ward Mormons were here cutting the wires off our Biddeford apartment building, Ben started talking like the High Priest again. It’s really distinctive. Normal people don’t talk in long winded drawn out droning, monologuing pontifications about Jesus, and of Ben’s 7 known people living inside him, the High Priest is the only ne who does this. Ben was here and witnessed the wire cutting event, he even went out side and talked to the crowd of “Todd Murphy” chanting lunatics to try to talk to them… and,... he said one of them is Todd Murphy’s grandmother from the Sanford Ward. Ben indicated at that point that he knew who Todd Murphy was, but since then, has denied knowing who Todd Murphy is. But, he came in, and told me outright that “I know her from the Sanfard Ward, she’s Todd Murphy’s grandmother”..
Each of the 7 people who live in Ben have no knowledge or memory of the other 6, and when one of the 7 does or says something, none of the other 6 have any memory of doing or saying those things.
It appears that The High Priest knows Todd Murphy, not only that, but also knows the attackers who came here daily from November 21, 2021 to May 17, 2022… and it looks like Ben, in his High Preist version of himself, is the one who told them where I live and is the one who worked them into a frenzy to begin with.
I have video footage of the homeless man who died Nov 19, 2021… a LOT of it. He knew Ben. That was obvious. Me and Ben were walking Main Street every night the summer of 2021 and the homeless man from under the trestle bridge would stop to talk to us a few times a week. And those weren’t just videos, those were Twitch livestreams so everyone watching my channel saw this homeless man stop and talk to Ben… he said he knew us. I did not recognize him, but Ben… I don’t know… Ben acted like he did know the homeless man, but didn’t want me to know it, so he told the homeless man he was mistaken. But people around local are saying that thie homeless man who kept showing up in my videos IS Todd Murphy, they say they saw my videos and it was Todd Murphy in my videos.
I am finding this whole thing very confusing… because NOW… even though I have video footage of Ben talking to the homeless man, Ben now claims, he never saw the homeless man at all and tells me I’m delusional. That's what he said: Ben said: “Your delusional, there was no homeless man” and, yet hundreds of people, many of them local, saw those videos of Ben talking to the homeless man. Which means, the man Ben was when he was walking with mt summer 2021,is NOT the man he is right now… and… either this a new 8th personality Ben has recently developed, or, it’s the High Priest back, but being deliberately sneaky to try to hide the fact that he’s the High Priest… which is odd, because before now, NONE of Ben’s multiple personalities have ever showed any signs of acknowledging any of the others, and the High Priest trying to high he’s the High Priest by trying to act like a different person, indicates the High Priest DOES remember and IS AWARE of the other personalities.
As you are well aware, I HATE the High Priest. I want nothing to do with him. I never would have married Ben if I had ever encountered his High Priest alter ego before marrying him.
June 26, 2016… FBI Agent Andy Drewer asked me to meet him at his Portland office on Middle St. He had… info. And a new primary suspect. Ben, specifically his High Priest alter ego, is the FBI’s #1 suspect in being the inforat, who told the golf club attackers I was at BugLight Lighthouse November 14, 2013. The FBI has phone records. I told only 3 people, where I was going that night: my mother, my father, and Ben. I told them only 5 minutes before I left, because I had been sick earlier and had previously told everyone I was not going to that event at the college. According to the FBI, my parents and step father Wayne Whiyyen, never left Biddeford, they continued to argue all night, and the FBI knows this because my father had hired a private investigator to tail Wayne, and so they have a lot of evidence as to where 2 of the 3 were. Ben on the other hand, called his friend Rick, the same Rick who was in my yard April 10, 2015… Minutes after I left my dad’s Water St apartment and drive to Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013… Ben called Rick. Rick drove to Ben’s house. And the two of them together left.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer had one question: “How well do you trust Ben? Because right now, he’s our primary suspect.”
They believe Ben told Rick, I was pregnant with someone else’s baby and Rick is the one who sent the golf club women to deliberately kill my baby.
Why do they believe this?
Because between 1987 and 2013 I have had 7 miscarriages, something that can be proven… Ben ins the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s not possible for anyone else to be the father. This was my 8th pregnancy by Ben and he was at the time running around accusing me of cheating on him with Etiole. The thing is… he IS the one people call Etiole… but his D.I.D. means he things Etiole is someone else, he doesn’t believe its him, because none of his personalities have any memory of each other.
Ben is a total nightmare to live with because I never know from one day to the next, who the hell he is going to be that day.
Ben has denied every pregnancy. Why? His exact words are: “I wouldn’t. I am a High Priest. What would the Bishop think?”
According to the FBI too, Ben, behind my back, runs around from one LDS/Mormon congregation to the next tell people that I am quote: “An unrhightious, unfaithful aunty-Mormon who puts the church down.”
Interestingly, I have been a member of the Mormon church since 1975. Ben joined in the 1980s. Ben left the church in 2015. I am still a member.
My FATHER is an extremist anti-Mormon, who preaches hatred for the Mormon church. Not me. Kenny, my father, is the anti-Mormon. My father, is such a huge radical extremist anti-Mormon that he has gone on to convince my mother, a 5th generation Mormon who is related to one of Smith’s poly-wives, to leave the church. She left the Mormon church in 1994 and joined up with some anti-Mormon group lead by some woman named Tanner or something. My mother, took her anti-Mormonis to extremes far above and beyond my father, taking to FaceBook and a forum called exMormon something and went total psycho nutjob anti-Mormon conspiracy theory all over the internet through the late 1990s into the 200s and still does it to this day now in 2023, preaching her wild anti-Mormon conspiracy theories now 27 years. In 3 years it’ll be her 30th anniversary of her wild mega hyper anti-Mormon rampage, with my father cheering her on and needling her forward the whole way in a weird Bonnie and clyde style vendetta attack everyone who is a Mormon hate fueled bigotry.
I on the other hand, am still a Mormon, have never had anything to do with the anti-Mormon movement, and, was shocked to learn from the FBI, that, the anti-Mormon rumors about me online are massive, and spread largely by members of the Saco and Sanfard Wards, with their info being just misinformation they regurgitate after talking to Ben, my mother, or my father.
Apparently, because I am bedridden and crippled, since 2013, and thus have had no way to get to church these past nine years, this, my absence in church meetings, after 48 years of never once missing a meeting, has allowed my mother, my father, and Benn to be able to spread wild anti-Mormon rumors about me, with the 3 of them going to my church, the Sandford Ward, and telling the church leaders that I’m not in church because I’ve turned anti-Mormon.
And yet, it is Ben who is the biggest anti-Mormon of all… he’s actual friends with that Tanner woman. My parents only run around preaching the Tanner woman’s message, Ben, actually sought her out and became personal friends with her and helps the Tanner woman one on one…. And he brags about this all the time.
I’m sick of hearing all the anti-Mormon Tanner woman bullcrap from Ben and my father and my mother so, whenever any of the three of them start chiding me for being a Mormon and telling me how evil and deceived I am because I refuse to leave the Mormon church, I just put my headphones on and listen to Markiplier YouTube videos and, ignore them.
I don’t hate the Mormon church like Ben, my mother, and my father do, so I am fed up with them constantly bitching at me because I’m a Mormon. Which is why I’ve not spoken to my father in 3 years even though we live in the same apartment, and was a contributing factor to why I blocked my mother on FaceBook in 203 and have had no contact with her at all offline since… though that hasn’t stopped her from showing up, trespassing, and hounding me.
Ben, is far worse then my mother or my father combined… since 2015, he has hand written thousands of anti-Mormon letters to every church leader he can find, local, not local, all the heads in Utah… and he bought a dozen cases, each case with 144 books in it, cases of Ket Kerr’s books and daily mails them out to every member on every rouster list of every ward in the Exiter and Augusta stakes, using his position as High Priest Quorum leader to get the home addresses of every Mormon in Southern Maine and New Hampshire, mailing all of them aunty-Mormon letters and copies of Kat Kerr’s books. Ben, as you know, has more money then he knows what to do with, and right now, he’s spreading thousands of dollars every day, just on the postage stamps to mail Kat Kerr’s books and his anti-Mormon letters to every local Mormon he can find.
And so, I knew he was mailing out the Kat Kerr books… but, until FBI agent Andy Drewer told me, I did not know that Ben and my mother and my father, having been putting MY NAME of the letters they are mailing out to people, and the three of them, through impersonating me, have got my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, 100% convinced that I stopped attending church because I’mm now an anti-Mormon who hates the church, and that’s why my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, are both unaware that I have NOT left the church, but rather I’m bedridden and crippled and have no one to help me get to church.
And so, now I’m finding out, that Ben, my mother, and my father, working together, according to the FBI, seem to be the fuel that is, and has been for several years, the fuel working locals up into a frenzy… including, they are the ones who are getting the Atwaters riled up, my being an Atwater, and the Atwaters further fueling locals on top of what Ben, my mother, and my father are doing.
What is their motive?
I ask them.
My father says he’s doing it to impress my mother so she’ll remarry him.
My mother says she’s doing it because I need to sell my land and give her the money so she can buy a house in Kennebunk.
Ben says he’s doing it because Mormons are led astray by Satan and he has to save my soul from Hell.
I’m so sick of all of them.
You know, one of the things I find most weird about the Atwaters is that so many of them seem to think I know them, even though I have never met them, nor even know any of their names.
Of the original twelve, I have only ever met five of them. And while I know Danny, I don’t even know the names of his siblings. I met Angelia once when she was twelve, at a Halloween party at the Cape Elizabeth Ward LDS Church, and then I saw her for about 2 minutes before she left. And Danny I only met when I was 37 years old and I only saw him about 10 times, back when my mother was trying to scam him out of his money from being hit by a train… which I didn’t know that was why she was visiting him, until a few years later when she had a big rant about how she wouldn’t visit him any more because he was, in her words “stingy and greedy” because he refused to give her the money to “use as a downpayment for a house in Kennebunk”. I should have known that was why she was visiting him, as that’s the only reason she ever does anything. She’s obsessed with trying to by that $3.7million mansion by the Wedding Cake House, and has been trying to scam relatives out of money for a downpayment on it for decades now… it was her reason for her involvement in the backhoe that her brother Joey hired to drive over my house. She and Joey figured I’d sell my land if there was no house on it. They didn’t exect me to set up a lean to made out of a 8x6 tarp and just spend the next 9 years living under that.
I met Doris once when she was squatting illegally on my land back in 1996. Took me and the Old Orchard Beach Police 9 months to get them out. I only ever saw her one day. She had 4 military tents, the size houses, 2 Winobegos and a Cadillac, that they illegally dumped on top of my corn crops, along with more then 600 bicycles, and 2 school buses full of sawed up copper pipes. Took us 9 months to find out who in the hell was living there and dumping that garbage on m land, and it turned out it was Doris. Only time I ever saw her, was one day, for about 15 minutes.
I remember Micheal, Tonya, and Scotty from before the caged years, but, I was put in the cage hen I was 8 years old, so I’ve not seen then since I was 8.
Once every year, usually on September 19th, David and Lucy would show up with a herd of incredibly violent gun toting vandals who would go through our farm and use shovels to chop the heads off all our pet cats, dogs, hens, ducks, and roosters. They were kill 200 to 500 of our pets every year in this anuel bloodbath on my farm. I don’t know who the hoodlums were. David said they were his kids, but he also said he had 15 kids and there were WAY more then 15 people involved in the annual Sptember 19 boodbaths… way more, closer to 100. Brucie said once that it was not JUST Davivd’s kids, but also a group known as The Halls. I don’t know who any of them were, but the police showed up every time, trying to get them out, and they always had huge shootouts with the police every year. It’s why I have a massive phobia of guns. A bunch of them were arrested in 1982, when that time the state police drg team showed up and arrested them and confincasted meth, marhawana, opium, and LSD
I know Dickie, Brucie, David, and Barbara because they were the ones that helped my mother build that room, that they locked me in when I was 8 years old, right after my Grammy Hellen Ricker’s funeral. They kept me in there for 27 years. One of the 4 of them would show up every 12 days to throw rotted molded food in the cracks between the boards. They are the only 4 Atwaters I know, and I only know them from their weekly coming into the room to beat me up, torture me. They are the five who raised me and said I was not Human, said I was a Demon and that I wasn’t allowed out of that room because Demons weren’t allowed to have contact with Humans.
I was 12 years old when the High Priest found out about that room, and he took me out every Sunday to go to church, and then took me back to that room after.
No one ever told me I was a Human and was allowed to go outside or talk to Humans until the social workers showed up when I was 31 years old. They are the ones who started using the term “feral child” to describe me and they to this day are still trying to “integrate me into Human culture” but two of them say they have given up on trying to convince me I am Human, they say there is little chance of my mind ever fully grasping the concept of being human because it’s too difficult to undo the three decades of Brucie, David, Dickie, Barbara, and my mother doing their “child social experiment” (as the social workers call it) to raise me to believe I was not human. They said the bigger problem is the fact that almost immediately after I was rescued out of that room/cage they kept me locked in for 27 years, the 2006 bomb blew up my house, which the FBI says it was Barbara’s husband Paul Martel who did that, but I don’t know why, as I never met him or even knew about him prior to the FBI arresting him, and the backhoe arrived to drive over my house 5 different times over the next 10 years, same back hoe, same yard, different house each time, as I kept rebuilding houses. Then I found that headless girl in the marsh with all the headless dogs and the FBI thinks one of the Atwaters did it seeing how the headless dogs were lined up in a row from my land to the march, each dog about 500 feet apart (for some reason the Saco and Sanford ward church members forget my land in Old Orchard abuts the Scarborough Marsh and is right on the edge of OOB bordering Pine Point in Scarborough. And that the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh was literally only a few hundred feet away from my driveway… they keep asking why I am obsessed with the Oulette Case, but they forget I’m the one who found the dead girl in the Marsh and that she was set up in a friging ritual pose, practically on my front lawn AND the FBI thinks the whole thing was done in some weird attempt by the Atwaters to frame me, so that I would go to prison for murder and they culd take my land… which it’s always my land and the Atwater obsession with taking it that is at the core of everything)
But in any case, the social workers say that because these events were my very first interactions with Humans, that it instilled in me an psychosis effect of further belief in not being human because I had trouble accepting the fact that I am the same type of creature as the monsters humans are, because, yeah, all I’ve ever seen from humans is death, bloodshed, violence and distruction. I have no reason to WANT to be integrated into a society that leaves headless dogs and headless girls in my front yard.
But then 2013, came along…. Social workers got me into college in 2010, in an attempt to show me that ONLY the Atwaters were shitty bloodthirsty bastards and that MOST humans don’t drop dead headless animals all over their houses and yards the way the Atwares do. And they were right. Humans in college were nothing like the Atwaters and their drug dealing, petty thieve, ganster thugs. The social workers and police keep telling me that this sort of behavior is not normal and that it is ONLY something the Atwaters and their friends do, that normal humans don’t act, do, or say the things the Atwaters do.
But then, I’m constantly running into people who make the claim to “know all about” me and they will spout off this weird freaked out stuff about witchcraft and curses and spelcasting and aliens and ufos and, I’m left totally clueless because I don’t know a single thing at all about witchcraft or curses or spellcasting or aliens or ufo, and I can’t figure out why these people think I have the faintest idea what the fuck they are even talking about.
They’ll say they thought I was some expert in casting curses and say they want to hire me to cast curses on people, and they act like spell casting is some sort of job I do. I don’t know heads or tails about spell casting.
They’ll say, “But your the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach”... yeah, people have been calling me that ever since Stephen King filmed Thinner on my land back in the early 1990s, but, I’ve never read a Stephen King book or seen a Stephen King movie, not even Thinner, so, I haven’t got a clue what is in his books and movies. All I know is he based some “Gypsy witch” in Thinner off me, because I’m the “Queen” (aka Priestess) of a local Gypsy clan. A Gypsy Queen is similar to a Catholic Nun in the Folk Catholicism of Mexico and has nothing to do with witches, witchcraft, spells, or curses, so I don’t know what the fuck Stephen King did in the Thinner movie to make people think I’m some kind of spell casting witch, but, people seem to have trouble understanding that the Thinner movie is FICTIONAL. I’m not a witch and I don’t know the first thing about witches or witchcraft. I haven’t got a clue how to cast spells or curses. And I can’t figure out why so many total random strangers think they can walk up to me at WalMart or Rotary Park or the library and demand I cast some curse on someone for them.
But, when these people do this, and it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I go outside, which I have agoraphobia, so it’s sometimes weeks or months between my setting foot outside, every single time I go out, some one always identifies me as a witch and watches a curse cast.
At the same time I’ve got these UFO nuts constantly coming up to me asking me this or that about some weird ass alien ufo idea, and I never have a clue what they are talking about, They use all sorts of weird ass words and phrases that I’ve never heard before and gibber on like another language which I can’t understand… but then they act all surprised that I don’t know the meanings of the words they are using, and they’ll say: “But I thought you were supposed to be a top expert on UFOs and alien abductions” and I’m like what the hell are they even talking about and how the hell would anyone in their right mind come to think that I would believe in ufos or aliens, when I think people who believe in ufos and aliens are raving lunatics, my uncle Brucie being a perfect example of a raving lunatic who believes in aliens and ufos.
I don’t get it.
But then, every time this happened, and it just happened again today, because, as you know I’ve not received any mail since May 2022 and I went to the post office yet again today to once again ask where the hell is my mail… and low and behold, I can’t set foot outside without some alien believing, curse believing freak ass weirdo nutjob showing up to ask me to put a curse on someone while gibbering about ufos.
I ask him, where the hell did he get the ludacris idea that I was a witch, that I cast curses, or that I believed in aliens, nd he said: “Well, your mother says on FaceBook…” yeah, my mother is a freaking nut, which is why I’ve had nothing to do with her in decades. She’s a white power freak who runs around calling black people the n-word, is part of the anti-vaccer micro-chip in vaccines conpreracy theory, wouldn’t let me or my brothers go to school because in her words “the government controls the schools, and satan controls the government”, SHE spends 90% of her time running around putting curses on people, all she does is talk about whores and demons, demons and whores, every other word out of her mouth is either demon or whore. And the only time she ever shows up its because she’s trying to pul yet another lame ass scam to try to steal my land because she hated my grandmother and says it’s her life duty to destroy everything that”ever bolgned to that old bitch of a whore” including the farm I inherted from gramy Helen. My mother is spiteful, violent, vindictive, and has a police record for running around beating people in the face with bricks. On top of all of that she’s chronic liar and I’ve never heard a truthful word come out of her mouth.
I am well aware that my mother is the source of 90% of the problem, simply because she’s the biggest fucking gossip in Southern Maine, after he sister Barbara, and the two of them are rather famous all over Maine for thei trouble they have caused HUNDREDS of families. They are petty Karens who devote every minute of their lives to making up vicsious rumors and lies about every person they see, both people they know and people they don’t know.
And thanks to the FBI investigation into the murder of my on, I’ve found out a LOT about both my mother and Barbara and the bizarre, outlandish extremes they each have gone to in their petty vindictivness.
But the fact remains, I’ve not had contact with either of those bitches in several decades, precisely because I am sick and tired of their endless hate for everything and everyone around them. They both do nothing but gossip and lie, lie and gossip, and run around like a couple of teenage brats making a game out of seeing who they can hurt next … they fucking brag about it and spend hours laughing over how fun it is to destroy families.
It doesn’t take any level of intelligence to see that the dynamic trio (Barbara, Brucie, and my mother) are the source of every damn rumor about everyone in York County, Maine.
It’s such a big problem that I’ve had people come to my apartment and ask me if I could ask my mother and her siblings to leave their family alone. The fucking Biddeford Police have stopped by my apartment to ask me if I could do anything about my mother, that’s how I found out it was HER who knows Todd Murphey, because the police came right out and told me that my mother has been harassing Todd Murphey’s ex-wife and 15 year old son on their FaceBook accounts and wanted to know if I could ask her to stop.
No. I can’t. And you know why? Because when I asked her to stop spreading witchcraft and curse casting rumors about me, she arrived the next day and cut my car in half! The 1964 Dodge 330… she said it had a demon in it and she had to kill the demon by killing the car. What the fuck? She’s fucking insane!
And worse… half the time, these people will tell me some name I never heard of. Say this or that person told them I was a witch who cast curses or was some alien expert, and I’ll ask them who the hell is that, and they’ll say: “Oh that’s one of Brucie’s kids” or “David’s kids” or a grandkid… and I’ll point ou that I’ve NEVER EVEN MET Brucie's kids or Davids kids or ANY of the rest of the Atwares.
There are more then four hundred Atwaters, and I’ve meet EXACTLY SEVEN of them in my life time. I don’t even know the names of all the original twelve, let alone the names of their kids or grandkids… why would I? Most of them live in Utah and I’ve not set foot outside of Maine for nearly SIXTY YEARS!
I’ve never in my entire life even talked with an Atwter, not face to face off line, not online.
Because I’ve never even seen pictures of any of the Atwaters, I wouldn’t even know an Atwater if I saw one!
And yet, they run around spouting off things I supposedly said or did, and make the claim I’ve talked to them… and I’m just left wondering who the fuck is running around talking to the Atwaters while pretending to be me, because I don’t even know who the Atwaters are!
Clearly, there is someone out there pretending to be me and the Atwaters think they are talking to me, but they are NOT talking to me, I’m not talking to them, and I want to know in the the fuck is running around pretending to be me?
Its so damned fucking obvious the Atwaters don’t know one iota about me, just by the level of the ludicrous witchcraft, curse, alien, and ufo lies they spread around about me!
I should be able to go to my post office, go shopping, heck just walk down my driveway to get my mail, without being bombarded with stupid ass freaks gibbering about witches, curses, demons, aliens, and ufos! I am so damned sick of my mother and her fucking Atwater relatives…
You know, another thing that’s fucked up about all this and again is my mother running around lying her ass off to hell and back, yet again… is this whole situation with HER cats.
The attack on my family, happened the same day as the whole thing with her cats, and she is so obsessed with the cats, that she has gone out of her way to run around telling people that when I talk about April 10, 2025, I’m talking about HER cats… but, in order to further promote that lie, she also tells people they were MY cats! What the fuck?
You know that Nick guy my mother sleeps around with? The one she broke up his marriage, convinced him to leave his wife and kids down in Mass and move up here to Maine, because she was scamming him… the guy she stole his credit card and went and bought that shed she put on my land, and bought those $2k dogs with, and bought those appliances with, and bought that tractor with, before that Nick guy found out she stole his credit cards? Him.
Did you know, she convinced him that she owned MY land in Old Orchard Beach, and she tried to get him to join her scam, and pretend he was a real estate agent, and my mother and her pimp Nick tried to sell my land last year… and this is not the first time she’s done this.
Did you know, that in 2007, she went to the town hall, pretending to be me, had them divide my land into sections, and then sold one section? That’s why Don Cooliard and his sister have a house in my driveway now… something they built in 2019… and it was when they built the house in 2019, that was when I found out my shit face mother and her jackass whore master Nick, sliced off a peice of my land in 2007 and sold it!
I had no idea they had done it!
That’s the kind of shit faced scum bag scam artist my mother and her fuck buddy Nick are!
But it gets worse.
My mother had 83 cats… eighty three cats.
And she was hiding 113 of them in an apartment owned by this Nick scammer. He found out she had cats in her apartment… guess what day… April 14, 2015. The day before the attack on my farm.
Here’s a thing… did you know there were no locks on the doors of my motorhome? Not one. I bought it February 21, 2012, and first thing I did was took all the locks off, because I have a PTSD phobia of locks, after my mother kept me locked in the room cage thing for 27 years.
And yet… when the vandals showed up with a Blow Brothers sewage truck to fill my motorhome with 500 gallon of raw feces, they had to pry a padlock off the door to get inside. A padlock, that I did not put there.
Do you know how that padlock got there? My mother put it there the night before, when she took HER thirteen cats, and shoved them in my motorhome, without telling me she was doing it… because she had to hide them from Nick.
People often ask, why, I a professional artist whom has had displayed at the Portland Museum of art… don't paint anymore.
It’s because paint supplied are expensive, and 500 gallons of raw human feces not only did $10k in damages to my bedroom, it also destroyed $30k in art materials.
But it gets worse… my mother was two timing Nick with both my father Kenny and her other ex husband Wayne… and on top of that, she was mad at Wayne, so, it turns out, that 7 of those cats were HIS cats, and she had stolen them from HIM…. so not only was she hiding thirteen cats from Nick, but seven of those cats were stolen cats besides!
She put the cats in my motorhome, them, because she is fueding with ALL her whore master fuck buddy men, one of them, the FBI hasn’t figured out which one yet, filled my motorhome with feces out of a Blow Brother’s sewage truck (my cousin Ken Blow is my neighbour, they stole one of his trucks to do it) , and then called the police and told them that the motorhome was HERS, because my mother had been running around telling everybody it was hers, she these guys thought they were pumping sewage into my mother’s bedroom and didn’t know they were pumping sewage into my bedroom.
But, because they DID know that she had put the cats in there, and they were made at both her and Wayne, they thought if they called the police, the police would arrest her and Wayne…
,...however, the gays haters of the local Mormon churches ALSO showed up that same morning, a completely separate incident from the cats, to attack my family, because, earlier that year, I had published a gay Romance novel, called Night of the Screaming Unicorn, and these gay hating church freaks, decided murdering my family was punishment for me publishing a Gay Romance novel.
A fucking five towns worth of police, including a SWAT team showed up… the white robed klan pretenders fled, thep police found the cats, I was left asking “What cats? What are you even talking about?” Later an officer asked me if I knew the cats, and I said, “Yeah, these ones belong to my step father Wayne up in Biddeford and those ones belong to my on the other side of Bideford, how the hell did they get in my motorhome?”
And the court cases people talk about… there where SEVEN different court cases going on all at once, including the Guy Gamon murder trail because he murdered my dog walker who walked my dog when I was sick, which was the big case, that uncovered he was a serial rapist, and went on for several years and included a jury trial.
The murder trail of my family was also going on. Different court case.
And then, my MOTHER had a court case going on with police over the cats, which, in the middle of that, she spun it around, started telling people the cats were mine, and the next thing I knew, there were TWO MORE court cases slapped on me, that I knew nothing about… both an extension of the cat case my mother had going on, because 2 weeks into HER court case about HER cats that SHE hid from Nick in MY motorhome, she had Nick convince the police to switch the case out of her name into my name, because she had convinced Nick that the cats were mine! So all of a sudden, I get this weird court case about HER cats slapped on me, on top of the three murder cases and rape case, that were already going on.
The cat court case lasted less then an hour before the judge threw it out of court, telling some Dan guy that if he ever tried to pull a stunt like this again (apparently he worked for the Old Orchard Beach town hall and had pulled scam court cases to frame disabled women before, because the judge told the Dan guy that this was the 64th bogus case he had done to try to steal land from disabled women in OOB)...... but… the judge was asking me about the cats, and I keep telling him, I don’t know anything about the cats because they were not my cats, they were my mother’s cats, and I still had no clue how they had even gotten in my motorhome in Old Orchard Beach, 14 miles away from Nick’s apartment in Biddeford where they had been for several years before that. Finally the judge asked if someone could get my mother to the court house, and surprisingly she showed up… with Nick of all people… and she boo-hooed to the court about the cats being mine, and my being homeless and living under a tarp (I was still living under the tarp in 2015, but not at the time of the attack… I had just moved in with my dad in Biddeford March 31, 2015 due to I have just come out of intensive surgery and the doctor wanted me to not be sleeping outdoors for the next 6 months because I had intensive amounts of surgery to heal from, so I wasn’t in Old Orchard the day my mother put HER cats in my motorhome and that’s why I had no clue the cats were in there).
Well, the judge got mad at my mother, because it was blatantly obvious to him that the cats were hers, because she was using all the cats’ names, while I didn’t know the cats’ names, and she was describing what they looked like and what breeds and ages they were, while I didn’t know what half the cats looked like, Three of the cats I had never even seen before, and I didn’t know their names. I didn’t know how many cats there were!
The judge outright told my mother to her face that she ought to be ashamed of what she did, framing me and pretending the cats were mine, and he sent the cats to the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter, something we knew right there in the court room, but in order to get pity, and money (my mother started a fund raiser on one of those kickstarter type places) saying she needed to raise money to locate the cats. What the fuck? We knew where the cats were. They were at the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter… she even went there to try to get them back… asked me to drive her there in my car, took Wayne with her because the cats were technically HIS cats that she stole from him… I have the whole thing on video camera, it was livestreamed… she had a big fucking fight with the people at the shelter and they told her they’s arrest her if she ever tried to get near their shelter again.
After that, she built up this weird ass conspiracy that the cats were sent to lots of shelters and foster care… which they probably were., I don’t know… and she went from one animal shelter to the next harassing them.
Meanwhile, her friend Joel Baily hacks my Twitter account and uses it to harass, yet another of my mother’s whore master men that she sluts around with trying to get money out of… some guy named Mark, who I never heard of before, but apparently, he’s been friends with my mother AND my father for some forty odd years, even though I myself had never seen or heard of him before. And yes, the same Joel Bailey from the Saco Ward and Old Orchard Beach town hall who went to prison for hacking the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall bank account and transferring $30MILLION in OOB tax money to members of the Saco Ward church… who it turns out, most of them were the anti-gay attackers in my yard April 10, 2015, which is why 24 members of that church went to prison between 2016 and 2021.
So, I’m still unable to do anything because, you know, still recovering from major spine surgery, because of the golf club attack that murdered my son in 2013, three years earlier, I didn;t have surgery until 2015 and 2016., because of the fucking red tape the USA medical system runs on… here I am, not online at all since November 14, 2013, so I have not yet told anyone about any of the April 10, 2015, and come January 2016, all of a sudden, there’s the Mark guy who crawls out of the woodwork, with yet another court case, this one claiming I was saying stuff on Twittrer about him… and yet, I had never heard of this guy before AND I hadn’t been online since November 14, 2013, so what the fuck? Who the hell is hacking my Twitter account pretending to be me, while harassing this guy I never even heard of before. But by this point FBI Agent Andy Drwer had taken over the whole case, and by June 2016, he found out, yeah,:” it’s your mother’s friends from the Saco Ward church. She’s convinced them the cats were yours and that you need to be punished for animal abuse, that you didn’t even do, by hacking your accounts and framing you” Great. So yet again, my mother and her cat obsession and her Atwater friends, and her Saco ward friends, and her fcck buddies are at the core of all of this, with them once again, putting my name on something I fucking had no part of and didn’t even know anything about! What the fuck!
This court case was ALL livestreamed, you can go watch it on YouTube. The Cat Court case was also live streamed. You can watch that on YouTube too. The murder court cases and the rape court cases, also livestreamed. You can watch them on YouTube too. And then on top of that, was the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court case with the Old Orchard Bach Town Hall… also livestreamed, you can watch that on YouTube as well.
My mother, Nick. all these Saco Ward church people, the Dan guy, the Mark guy, the Gene guy… they are ALL on livestream… the judges, the police officers, the witnesses, the DA, even the FBI agents… all recorded, all livestreamed on Twich, all archived on YouTube, all SEVEN court cases, every day of every trial. You can go watch them all yoursel and see the truth, instead of listening to siller gossip and rumors started by my mother and her Nick buddy trying to cover their asses for trying to steal my land YET AGAIN, via the cats.
But have you ever noticed it is ONLY my mother and Nick talking about the cats in connection to April 10, 2015… do you notice how I never talk about the cats, because… oh look… they were NOT my cats, they were my MOTHER’S cats and that’s why SHE is talking about them?
Did you also notice how, in order to make people believe the cats were mine, that both my mother and Nick, are going out of their way to try to erase the existence of my family that was murdered that same day?
Did you notice how in order to push THEIR cat agenda, my mother and Nick are are doing a major gaslighting move to try to make everyone FORGET what happened two years earlier on November 14, 2013, the day my son was murdered and my spine was broken?
Did you notice how my mother and Nick are trying to use THEIR cats as a slight of hand move, so people wouldn’t see that they DID steal and sell part of my land to Don Colliard in 2007 nd that they tried to sell another section of my land in March 2015… yes, yet another court case which was going on, BEFORE the cats happened, and that the FBI believes my mother and Nick pulled the cat stunt deliberately to try to make people look the other way and forget that she and Nick tried to steal my land only 2 weeks prior to the cat event? Or that she and Nick tried for a THIRD time to steal and sell my land April 2022…
Know the truth.
Those cats were not mine, they never were, and I’m sick and tired of the jack ass fucking animal abuse rumors and lies my mother and Nick are spreading about me… lies that they are spreading ONLY to try to cover up the fact that they were trying to steal my land, to sell my land, so my mother could by some fucking mansion in Kennebunk.
Well guess what… my son is buried on my land, He’s been buried there since November 2013, and it doesn’t matter that there is no house on my land, because my son’s there and I’m never selling it. And my mother and he Nick and Saco Ward and Atwater friends are bunch of fucking scum bags who don’t give a shit about anything but the damned fucking money they think they can get out of my land.
So, we have confirmation that yes, our mail IS being stolen from 146 Portland Ave. As you already know, we have not received mail since May 2022 and it is now March 2023, it's nearly a year. Post office has just been saying "we are short drivers" and has not looked into it... so we went over the heads of the local Old Orchard Beach post office and went to the distribution center, and told the state post master what was going on, they got in touch with our delivery driver, and he has delivered our mail every day, all year, and is baffled because the post office had not alerted him that we were not getting our mail. So, YES, if you live on Portland Ave, in Old Orchard Beach, and have not been receiving mail, and I know most of my neighbors are saying they've not gotten mail in weeks to months, as well, go to the Saco distribution center in the industrial park, and complain there, because tour driver IS delivering daily and has not been missing delivers... all missing mail from Portland Ave is stolen and you need to let them know what mail you have not received to they can get to the bottom of finding who is doing it.
So, while I was at the post office today, seeing how the post office is on the Cascade Road, out here in the Old Orchard Beach section of the Scarbourgh Marsh... I decided to check the family cross, see if the name Todd had been added, seeing how the vandals and shitard harassers can't stop gibbering Todd Murphey this and Todd Murphey that in my driveway, and nope... here it is, https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg as you can see the only two names are my cousin Timmy Murphy and my uncle Gordon Murphy. No Todd.
You know, I would recommend these shittards take their heads out of their asses, and drive through all the roads of the Scarbourough Marsh. Why?
This cross is one of the more then a hundred crosses in the marsh, which marks the locations of the one hundred and twenty people whom have been beheaded in a four mile radius since June 2001. This cross stand at the Ross Road x Cascade Rd intersection. The Cascade Road, as everyone who watches the local news is aware, is where bulk of the serial killer's attacks have occurred, which is why local news reporters have dubbed the entire case as "The Cascade Murders", officially know to law enforcement as "The Oulette Case".
If you start driving through all the side streets of the Scarbourgh Marsh, you will find there are 120 - one hundred and twenty - of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them, each marking the location where the the person dubbed by locals as "The Portland Ave serial killer" has murdered 120+ people between June 2001 and February 2021.
For some odd reason, the Sanford Ward LDS church, a church only a 30 minute drive awa from the Scarborough Marsh, is so clueless about the local biome, that they seem to think the ONLY place the Scarborough Marsh exists is across the street from the church owned candy store Len Libby's Chocolates.
Do you recall how people like to dub my land "Etiole's Swamp"... do you know why they do that? Because my land is a literal swamp. It's a peat bog, with more sinking quicksand and 6 foot tall marsh grass, then solid ground. I live IN the Scarbough Marsh, as does EVERYONE on Portland Ave, Ross Road, Pine Point Road, Cascade Road, Walnut Street, East Grand Ave, West Grand Ave, Milliken Mills Rd, and more then 200 - two hundred - other streets in Old Orchard Beach, all of which are located inside the Scarborough Marsh.
The Marsh is not JUST in Scarborough, nor is it just that one quart mile stretch of road across from Len Libby's. The Marsh sits in two countries and five towns, and covers several thousand acres of land... and the Scarborough WalMart and the South Portland Main Mall, both site in the marsh, with both of those mega buildings building on a massive system of concrete pilings to keep them from sinking into the many acres of peat bog that site under each of those buildings.
But do take a drive on the above listed streets in Old Orchard, as well as the following ones in Pine Point: Pine Point Rd, Blue Point Rd, Black Point Rd, Dunstan Corner, Portland Rd aka Rt 1, Payne Rd, and all the little side streets off of each one. In Saco head to Heath St, Jenkins Rd, Flag Pond Rd (stop and see the very real pet cemetery where Stephen King's The Pet Cemetery movie was filmed while you are there), and all their side streets, yes those are in the Scarbourogh Marsh as well... and instead of just blindly driving through the Marsh on your way to work, slow down and start counting the crosses... big white crosses, little white crosses, unpainted wooden crosses, reflector covered orange crosses... see if you can find all one hundred and twenty crosses in the Scarbourogh Marsh... they sit in 5 towns, in 2 counties... and every one of them marks the location of someone who was beheaded by a still uncaught, still actively killing people, serial killer who has plagued the streets in the Portland Ave region of the Scarbough Marsh since June 2001.
But as you can see, it's Timmy Murphy who was beheaded on the Cascade Rd... not Todd Murphy... there's it's cross which has stood there since June 2013.
You know, if these harassers spent more time paying attention to what is going on around them, and less time being self absorbed jerks... they'd know these crosses were here... they'd know, Old Orchard Beach has a serial killer on the lose who has beheaded more then 120 people and left their bodies at cross road intersections all over the marsh... they'd know that this has been going on for 18 years now, and they'd know that my family had been hit by this madman multiple times now, fist killing my cousin Timmy Murphy, then killing my baby and leaving me not only crippled, but also one of only 5 people to live through and survive one of this serial killer's attacks, thus WHY the FBI is so hyper focused on not letting me out of their sight because this killer has a history of not leaving people alive... they'd know that SEVENTEEN families all within a quarter mile section of Portland Ave, between Walnut St and Milekin Miles Rd, 17 families in this space of street, have not only have their families murdered, but their houses bulldozed by a backhoe, and in just those 17 families, in addiction to the dead people, there are also more then FIVE HUNDRED dead pets, including cats, dogs, birds, and horses, every one of which was beheaded and the headless pet hung from rope nooses and draped in trees and porches of the 17 families... something the FBI says is a scene from a Stephen King book, which the serial killer likes to recreate... and then the FBI points out this: each of those 17 families has appeared in The Thinner movie... it's the one common thread for ALL 120+ Scarbourough Marsh killings: every sing victim has somehow been involved in the filming on one of the 14 Stephen King movies which was filmed in Saco, Old Orchard Beach, and Scarboughor back in the 1980s. According to the FBI, EVERY SINGLE ONE of these murders, animal killings, harassments, vandalisms, and hate crimes, can be found in a Stephen King book and this lunatic is recreating "art" in tribute to Stephen King, using the bodies of family members who were involved in the filming of Stephen King's oldest movies.
If these people in the Sanford Ward church would take their heads out of Joesph Smith's ass long enough to look around, they would have known these things were going on, that they were going on to people in their congregation, that several members of their congregation have stopped attended church because they were murdered, that several other members of their congregation no longer attend because like me they are crippled and bed ridden from these attacks, and that 24 members of their congregation no longer attend church because they are in prison for their connections and involvements in these murders.
Heck, these murders have been all over the TV and paper news for 18 years now... you'd think the people of the Saco and Sanford Ward LDS churches - who are the ones in my driveway bitch screaming about Todd Murphey for the past 2 years now - would at least have seen enough TV news or newspaper news... oh look, did you know one of the big name newscasters on TV, someone who has in fact covered the Scarbough Marsh case on TV several times now, is a member of the Sanfard Ward congregation, and even SHE knows what's going on, obviously because she's one of the reporters who keeps showing up to interview all us families who live in in the Scarborough Marsh... so I know not everyone in the Sandford Ward is clueless as to what has been going on in the community round them.... several of these church members are outright screaming, literally screaming from my neighbor's front porch in Biddeford, that they never heard of any of this before... I'm sorry... what the fuck?
The Scarbourough Marsh murders is quite literally the biggest unsolved murder case in all of New England, not just Maine, it's been covered by DateLine, 20/20 and half the crime network tv shows! The fucking planet has heard of it! These people are telling me, literally, while standing on my neighbors front porch and shrieking at the tops of their lungs, that they never heard of this murder case, a murder case I've not stopped talking about for the last 9 years because as of 9 years ago now members of my family have been murdered.. heck, with so many deaths now, it's pretty hard to find any family in the Scarbourough Marsh who DOESN'T have a dead relative killed by this nutjob... and these people, who vandalized our apartment building so bad that the landlord has a repair crew here all of this next upcoming summer... these vandals and hate fueled harassers from the Sandford Ward church, are telling me, that they had no clue any of this was going on?
And worse... y Atwater relatives... they keep showing up and ALSO saying they never heard of this... really? How? I know the FBI has been talking to them about it because they keep showing up in a rage yelling that the FBI was just at their house and it's all my fault and demanding I stop sending the FBI to their house... but I didn't send the FBI to their house, heck, I didn't even know they were related to me, as I never heard of them before they showed up to yell at me, so how the hell do they think I sent the FBI over there? What the fuck?
But also... what the fuck? Family members have been murdered and as far as I know, the FBI is trying to locate every relative to find out if they might have any information about a member of their family being murdered... I mean, if these people really are relatives, like they scream that they are when they are in my yard yelling at me, then, someone in my family being murdered IS ALSO someone in THEIR family being murdered.... and yeah, of course the law enforcement is going to go to every family member and ask for info, that's what law enforcement does, because, they just naturally assume that normal families help each other and WANT to solv a murder that happened in their family.
Which is something FBI Agent Andy Drewer pointed out to me, he said: "The Atware relatives of yours... they're pretty paranoid aren't they? I'm having trouble getting any of them to talk to me. Most slam the door in my face the minute I say I'm with the FBI. They act like they got something to hide. Looks mighty suspicious. Can you think of any reason why any of your uncles might want you dead?" That was the same day he pointed out that his five top suspects for the November 14, 2013 attack were my uncle Bruce, my aunt Barbara, my mother, my father, and Ben. He said he can prove they all knew about the golf club attack, and yet everyone of them is openingly, publicly denying any knowledge of it, and all five of them are doing their most public outspoken, over the top denying it in two places: The Saco Ward LDS Church and the Sandford Ward LDS Church.
And most disturbing of all is this: He says my father was having an affair with a woman named Claire back in the 1970s, and that my father and my mother and Claire and Claire's husband have been feuding since the late 1970s, a fued which goes on to this day... and... that on ALL of my mother's social media accounts, FaceBook, Twitter, Pinterest, everything, are two usernames that show up in her friends' lists: both with the same last name, one using the username Claire while posting a 4 door white truck as her user photo, and the other... wait for it... has the user name: KendraSilvermander".
Yep.
The FBI has found an actual person, a relative, in law of the Atwaters, who goes by the username KendraSilvermander.
Why is this significant?
The people who murdered my son at BugLight Light house art studio at Southern Maine Community College on November 14, 2013, was a blond woman whom the other two called "Claire", a red haired woman who was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!..." like she was singing a song... both women looked to be in their 60s, and today a decade later, would now be in their mid-70ish, and were with a large bald man, about 30th, today would be about 40ish, and the 3 of them left in a 4 door white pickup truck.
The odd thing is, people don't talk about themselves in 3rd person limited, but, that's what the red haired woman was doing.... and I've seen her before... she showed up at Westbrook Panera 3 different occasions in 2009 and 2010 and in each of those instances also did the same marching goosestep around, back then carrying a white poodle wearing a purple dragon coat... while again saying "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" while also bragging that her father owned Saco FunTownSplashtown USA and having a psychotic meltdown screaming" My chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!" Annalese, the woman sitting next to me, another published author, as thi was a NaNoWriMo writer's meeting, who was the NaNoWriMo Ml of Souther Maine, leaned over and whispered to me "That's Kendra Silvermander, she thinks she's he ML, we try to humor her. She can get rather violent if you don't."
Whoever this red haired woman is, she has a server, mega in need of medical care, mental disorder, appears to be incapable of functioning beyond the mental level of a two year old, and is quite proud of repeating her name as fast as an auctioneer. But, she speaks in 3rd person limited about herself, using us and ours and we to refer to herself, and uses the phrase: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" as though it was a period at the end of every sentence. I don't know what sort of a mental disorder she has, but Annelese was right, this woman gets over the top violent, as we quickly saw at Westbrook Panera in 2009, when she started slamming her dog on the table while chanting "My chair", and then quickly lashed out at me, in a mega violent rage of throwing chairs. The restaurant had to drag her out and make her leave.
She repeated this at three different writer's meetings at the Westbrook Panera in 2009 and 2010.
She is the same woman who was ordering/leading/demanding the blond Claire woman's golf club attack at Southern Maine Community college November 14, 2013, murdering my baby and crippling me.
She returned for a 5th attack June 26, 2016, again with the bond Claire woman, this time at Scarborough WalMart, and this time attacking with a shopping cart, this being the attack that caused the inoperable 3 broken vertebrae and the organ and nerve damage which caused my current crippled stat. In this attack, yet again the red haired woman was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" but this time the blond woman was shrieking: "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband. That thing is Ken's son, look at how IT's dressed! Kill or be killed! Remember Saco Shaws! No more heads in ice cream! End the gaypocalypse! Kill the transvestite freak! Too Gay for the Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach!" This time instead of driving away in a 4 door white truck driven by a bald man, this time he two women were alone and drove away in a gold Volvo late 1990s vintage suv station wagon.
The usernames now showing up on my mother's social media, and the Atwater relative's social media is significant, because, according the these FBI agents.... those are the exact same Atwaters who are REFUSING to talk to the FBI, slamming the doors in the FBI agents faces, and also, are the most vocal on social media in spreading the alien/UFO/witchcraft/cat rumors about me. And the FBI believes they not only know who the golf club murderer is, they likely were involved in planning the November 14, 2013 attack... and every one of them has been seen with the Sanford Ward LDS Church members who are likewise the biggest defamatory gossipers, running around slandering my name with their lies about witchcraft/curses/aliens/ufos/and cats.
AND... on top of that... they ae the EXACT SAME Atwaters ans Sandford Ward church members whom have spent the last two years bombarding my Biddeford apartment with these same rumors while the vandalize the building, which the landlord now has to spend the summer repairing.
AND... these are the same people who are also claiming, they had no clue these murders were going on in the Scarborough Marsh.
Overall... these people who are denying the events of the Scarborough Marsh murders, while simaltaniously going overboard gibbering lies about me online, are really working overtime at making themselves look like they were involved in the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, and making themselves look tremendously guilty of not only knowing who the killier is, but trying to cover up for the killer, and attempting to gaslight me with their weird alien rumors, in an attempt to make people not see their connection to the killer, that they are trying so very blatently to hide and are only succeeding and shining a mega sized spotlight of suspision on themselves, leaving everyone who is watching them doing it to ask: What the fuck did they do, that they are trying to hide so damned bad, that they are going mega big time slanderfeat screaming about aliens and ufos all over social media, trying to convince people that I believe in aliens and ufos when there are 40+ years of documented evidance of me debuncking aliens and proving their ufo accusations to a be a hoax they created to cover their own asses over a drug raid from 1982? And now they are rearing up their alien accusations again, which again, I can prove to be a hoax, because... what are they trying to cover up THIS time? Last time they rolled out the alien accusations they were trying to blame literal toddlers for the 1982 drug raid, by saying that 4, 5, and 6 year old children saw aliens... 72 people were arrested in the 1982 drug raid... there were no aliens... if anyone was seeing aliens, it was the drug addicted having drug induced hallucinations... and yet, those same drug dealers, now out of prison, are once again pointing to aliens, this time because they are mad that the FBI showed up to ask if they knew anything about the murder of my son.
???
Can I ask, what the fuck does not real, fictional aliens they saw because of drugs, during a 1982 drug raid, what does that have to do with my son being murdered?
And are they really that retarded that they think I control the FBI and tell the FBI what to do? What the fuck? Them coming over here and screaming for me to stop sending the FBI to their house, when I didn’t even know these people were relatives, never heard of them before, and wouldn’t even have had a way t tell the FBI a blooming thing about them at all, just makes them look suspicious, because for one thing: who even are these people? I still don’t know who they are! And for another thing, why do they think I sent the FBI over to them? And again: who are they? There are over 400 Atwaters and I’ve only ever met 7 of them, I don’t know the names or faces of any of the others, I don’t even know all the names or faces of the original 12, so I can’t figure out how they’d think I would know the names or faces of any of the kids, grandkids, or great grandkids of the original 12. What the fuck?
How are the Atwaters so full of themselves that they think I would have one iota of a clue anything about them, when I’ve never met them and I don’t even know their names… and also… why would I care? Tell me that? Do you know any sane person who knows the names of their parents in-laws.
Yes… my parents in-laws… in-laws of in-laws… not even blood relatives, but the aunts, uncles, cousins, grandkids, and great grandkids of in laws of my parents’ in laws… who in their right mind would even know the names of such distant relatives…
You, reading this right now… can you name your parent’s cousins? Do you know the names of your mother’s uncle’s great grand kids? Do you?
Can you see how utterly stupidly ridiculous the Atwaters are being, when they show up here yelling and screaming, and expect that I should know who they are or what the fuck they are talking about:
Newsflash: normal people don’t live in 400 person large family herds.
Normal people don’t live in herds.
Normal people don’t swamp in shark style frenzies in the driveways of distant relatives of your great grand pappies 5th removed cousin of an in-law, either. What the actual fuck?
And on top of everything else, there are Awaters running around screaming that I am vandalising some grave… the grave of a distant relative whom I never heard of before, so I don’t even know where the grave is… when I’m here bedridden and crippled and not even capable of going to visit my own son’s grave because… oh look: I’m crippled and stuck in bed with a broken spine and severed spinal cord for the past nine years!
You know… if you are going to accuse someone of going somewhere to vandalize something, you might want to first make sure that person is not wheelchair bound, bedridden, and crippled for a decade with a broken spine, so unable to even get to the place you are accusing them of going!
Also… since the day my son was murdered, I have a camera running 24/7 so, it’s pretty foolish of you to lie about me when I can not only prove you are lying, I can also prove every time you’ve been screaming in my driveway, because I have you on camera. They didn’t think of that did they? Oh no, of course not, why would they? They were too busy thinking about those aliens and witches they can’t stop gibbering about.
But look at this cross... Do you remember Timmy Murphy? He was the 5 year old with curly black hair, who was also accused of aliens during that 1982 drug raid. They called us The White Monkey Children, because we found Helen Pearly's missing pet white monkey. And the people arrested during the 1982 drug raid, many of them Atwaters, pointed to that white monkey that had escaped from White Animal Farm, a zoo in Old Orchard at the time, they pointed to that white money and called it an alien. Helen Pearly, look her up, is the founder of the Scarbourgh Marsh preserve, an animal preserve that started out with one pet white monkey, and is today, many thousands of acres of protected land known by the name The Scarboughorgh Marsh.
Can you see NOW why the idiots screaming aliens are seen as so damned idiotic?
But can you also see the names on the cross?
https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg
There were 31 children involved in helping Helen Pearly capture her escaped pet white money.
Drive through the scarborough marsh looking at the names of the beheaded victims on those crosses... 29 of the 31 White Monkey Children are now dead, killed and tossed in the marsh, where 40 years ago, they helped little old lady look for her lost pet albino monkey.
Every one of them accused of being alien abductees; accusations which was screamed ONLY by the drug dealers and drug users of the 1982 drug raid, which took place in the Scarbourough Marsh.
The only people who accuse me of aliens are the people now out of prison, who went to prison because of the 1982 drug raid... a drug raid known to locals as "The 458 Shoot Out" due to one woman screaming "Four! Five! Eight!" in between each time she loaded up her shotgun.
Everybody that has shown up in the marsh since June 2001, has been either one of the now adult White Monkey Children, or one of their children or grandchildren.
EVERY - SINGLE - ONE.
Go to the marsh, look for the crosses. Read the names. My cousin Timmy Murphy's cross is not the only one and if you open your eyes and start looking at the side streets all through the marsh, you'll see one hundred and twenty of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them. Crosses the entire country has seen on Dateline, 20/20, and dozens of unsolved crime shows... crosses that the Atwarers and their friends at the Sandford Ward church, are right now, this very week, posting all over social media, claiming aren't there, claiming I'm the only one talking about them, when clearly I'm not seeing hoe Dateline and 20/20 are pret big international news shows... and also claiming "Yeah EeelKat's crazy, she believes in aliens" when its extremely well documented my not believing in aliens and my debunking alien abductions as hoaxes... and these same people are also trying to convince people on social media "cats!".... but the cats were my mother's not mine, and my son was murdered November 14, 2013, two years before my mother's cat incident occurred.
These people are making total idiots of themselves, because all any one has to do is look up the new reports about the Scarbourough Marsh murders and the Cascade Murders to see that since June 2001, a LOT of people here in the marsh have been murdered, and originally they were not thought to b connected, but, now it is known that they are.
I wish these crazy ass Atwaters and their weird Todd Murphy obsessed Sanford Ward lunatics and their alien abduction ufo nuts, would leave me and my family alone. I don’t know what their problem is or why they are so obnoxiously hell bent on stalking my family and harassing us like this, but I am getting pretty damned sick of it. I have enough shit to deal with with, oh, I don’t know, half my family being murdered, my son’s killer still being on the loose, 9 years bedridden and still relearning to walk, … I don’t need these fucktards jumping into my life and trying to grab their 15 minutes of fame by tampering with the FBI’s investigation into hunting down my son’s murderer.
Know the truth. The truth will set you free.
Today is: Monday
Today, this morning, while I'm walking from my car in the parking lot to my dad's house in Biddeford, a guy on the first floor walking with his dog and girlfriend, she stops for a second to talk to me then goes outside with the dog, soon as she is gone he hand me a candy then grabs me, tosses me back against the wall, hugs me, and starting kissing me, then says "I love ya Sweetheart, I'll leave her for you anytime you say so, never forget that!" I run away from him.
Who gave him permission to touch me!
NO ONE!
I HATE BEING TOUCHED!
AND I ESPECIALLY HATE BEING TOUCHED BY STRANGERS!
There is only one man on this planet who allowed to touch me, and no one else, and I can't stand these jackass American men who get it through their heads, that I have absolutely no interest in ANY of them!
Why won't American men LEAVE ME ALONE!
It is so annoying and frustrating.
Why don't any of these men know the meaning of word: NO!
American men think they are god's gift to women. Well, I got news for them, they sure as hell ain't god's gift to this woman! Maybe American women like trashy, lusty, bragging, boastful men like that, but we Gypsy women sure don't. We spit on every one of them.
Well, it got worse tonight, when I got to my dad's house again.
I park at St Andre's parking lot and get out of my car and he's out there with his dog. He yells "Hey Sweetheart". I wave to say hello, you know, good manners and all, and keep on walking. I get inside and the woman of the second floor is also getting back. we stop and talk as we often do. We are talking for maybe 20 minutes, and the guy comes in with his dog. The dog (a 60lb pit bull) is not on a leash and bounds up the stairs to start jumping on me. She's not a mean dog, but she's big and heavy and can do a lot of damage if she knocks me over, especially when I'm standing on the next to the top flight of three flights of stairs - that's a LONG way down: more then 30 feet, and the dog is jumping on me and he won't call it off, instead he's just laughing ad saying "She won't hurt you." The pit bull starts jumping at my dog (a 10lb chihuahua) I grab my and put her over my shoulder. The pit bull starts jumping at the other woman's dog (a pomeranian).
She gets her dog in her apartment and starts yelling at the man to call off his dog. He just laughs and says she's playing.
I am crippled and walk with a cane. I have Chronic Tendonitis and even a small trip can cause serious damage. Last time I fell I was bedridden for 5 months. well, sure the dog is friendly and just playing, yeah, I can see that. I'm not worried about the dog attack me or biting me, I'm worried about the dog, knocking me over and pushing me down 3 flights of stairs to the bottom of a stairwell 30 feet below me! A fall like that would kill me and this guy doesn't give a fuck and he is refusing to call off his dog.
The problem is made worse by the fact, that while I can't get pass the dog, he has com up the stars and and is blocking the way so I can move away from the dog, without running into his open arms, while he's standing there grinning at me and saying "give me some huggies Sweetheart, I loves ya, ya need some loving."
The woman on the second floor starts yelling at him, say "You smell like marijuana," and he yells back and says "I smoke my pot all day! I can smoke what I want, where I want and you can't stop me!"
His dog runs back down the stairs and I put my dog down and she runs up to the third floor terrified. I'm still cornered between the man and a shoe rack and the stair wall newel posts. I pull out chalk and draw a protection symbol on the ground and he starts saying "You has Autistic and need some huggies" and lunges at me to grab me.
I push past him, but still can't get around him to get away and he starts gibbering jumbled nonsense about Autism and Gypsies. (I have Autism and by race am a Gypsy).
The second floor woman starts yelling "You are drunk", and he throws a beer can at her and say: "I've been drinking all day and I'm gonna drink all night and you can't stop me none."
He grabs for me again and I pull away saying "I am the queen of my people the Gypsies and no one is allowed to touch me."
He gibbers more slurred words, and then says "This is my house and I can smoke and drink and fuck whenever I want."
He's stumbling around and I'm able to get past him as he grabs for me again. I yell "My culture does not allow smoking, drinking, swearing, or adultery." And Run to my dad's door, toss my dog inside, then swing back around and run back down stairs, jump back in my car and drive to the police station (2 blocks away) where I tell the officer on duty what happened and he fills out a report and follows me back to my dad's house to make sure I can get in this time, then issues a protection from harassment summons and charges the man with minor assault.
This is the THIRD man this week to do something like this.
What the hell is wrong with the men in Biddeford this week? Have they all gone batty?
Three now this week.
I HATE MEN TOUCHING ME!!!!!!!!
Interestingly, they have informed me that this guy has raped 27 women in the past and is out of prison on a technically and they've been unable to find any victim willing to testify against him in court so their hands are tied and they were overjoyed that I agreed to testify against him. They inform me that I am lucky that he didn't do worse then he did.
This is not the first time this man has come after me. He's done it several times over the past year now.
AND HE WON'T STOP TOUCHING ME!
Every day, I try to get up the stairs to my dad's apartment and there he his, comes out his door to grab me as I go upstairs. I am so sick of dirty old men!
You remember a couple of months ago, in February, I mentioned the guy who was yelling about my hair and touching me then? This is the same guy.
Don't remember it? Let me tell you about it then...
Americans are very rude. They stand way too close to you when they talk. They talk about nonsense. They gossip too much. They are nosey busy-bodies always getting in other people's business. Gypsies keep a distance of 3 to 5 feet between them and non-Gypsies at all times. A Gypsy will never get close enough to a non-Gypsy to to reach out and touch them. They stay always an arm length plus a foot or two.Americans get right up in your face. They rudely put only inches between you and them. White Americans like to touch you too. Always with their hands on your hands, you arm, your shoulder, you hair, your face. They have no sense of personal space at all. They never keep their distance and they won't stop touching.
American men are especially sick perverted bastards when it comes to absolutely no respect for personal space. For example. In middle of February, I was visiting my dad in Biddeford. He lives on the third floor. I'm going up the stairs when the guy from the 1st floor suddenly gets between me and the stairs and stairs running his dirty hands through my hair and saying how he wants to comb my hair and put cream in it. The sick fuck ass piece of shit. And the stench of him! Good god! He smelt like a tobacco factory and and that horrid cat-piss smell of beer.
I say: "Please don't touch my hair"
And suddenly he flips out and starts screaming at the top of his lungs: "I'm not flirting with you, I just want to be a friend and comb your hair. I'm not looking for sex. Your hair ain't natural. I'm a prophet of god and I've been to the white room three times now even though I'm a warlock. I saw Jesus in the white room. He talks to me you know. I heal people just like Jesus. I wasn't flirting with you. Your hair ain't the way God made it, I know because I'm a prophet. God don't want your hair like that. He told me to comb your hair. I'm not flirting with you. I don't want sex."...then he starts rambling on about how God made me with smooth straight hair and god told him to fix my hair and make it smooth and straight, in between more rambling about how he's not flirting and doesn't want sex.
Good god! Who said anything about flirting and sex? I only asked him to not touch my hair. So why was he bringing up flirting and sex? Why? Because he's a sick minded fuck assed piece of shit. HE was thinking abouting flirting and sex otherwise he would not have said it.
And what the hell is a white room? What the heck kind of freaked out American slang is that? And a Warlock? Seriously? Does he even know what a warlock is? Obviously he's one of those idiots who thinks it's another word for witch. No actually, it's a Scottish word and mean "evil oath break" or "the sinning teller of lies". And prophet? What? He really expects me to believe that? He was so drunk he could barely stand up. God had a hell of a lot to say about wine-bibbers in the Bible and none of it was good.
And my hair? Dreadlocks. I've had them for about 3 months. Not intentionally - it was a side effect of being bedridden from ill health October, November, and December of 2014. My hair is really frizzy like a black person's hair is, so if I go a few days without brushing it, it dreads up on it's own. What is "unnatural" about dreadlocks? My hair naturally dreads, I don't have to do a damned thing to it to get it that way. I've had dreadlocks several times throughout my life, since childhood, because that's the way my hair naturally grows. Styling your hair into fake man made styles is unnatural. My hair is so freaking frizzy, that if I want to have straight hair I have to sit down and brush it for 3 straight out and then load it down with straighteners and use flat irons to burn it straight. My hair is NOT naturally smooth or straight on any level whatsoever. God did not give me straight hair. So where does this creep get off yammering at me like that?
What is it about me, that causes American men to chase after me? Or maybe I should ask, what is it about American women, that turns their men off so much, that they won't leave me alone instead going after their own women, like they belong?
I have had to deal with so many men who act like this around me, that it ain’t funny. And it’s not once in a while either. It’s EVERY DAY! Every time I leave the farm and go out in public I run into at least one man who goes all ga-ga and starts chasing after me and coming up with one reason after another why I’m perfect for him, because he’s never seen a woman like me before, I got a great body, I know how to dress nice, I act like a proper lady, blah, blah, blah. And oh, I’m “soooooo exotic looking”. and each one of them acts like they are the only man who ever thought to say that to me.
I'm sick of hearing it! Do you have any idea what it is like to have every man i meet falling all over himself and acting like I'm his personal sex toy?
EVERY DAY!
EVERYWHERE I GO!
EVERY SINGLE MAN I MEET!
What is wrong with you sick, fuck head Americans? Why can't you leave me alone!
I ought to be able to go to the store without some strange man grabbing me and demanding a hug!
I ought to be able to walk out of my yard without some damned filth faced lust head jumping on me!
I can't help what I look like. I'm always hearing girls, say they wish they were pretty. Women are always saying they wished they looked like me. Well I got news for you, Honey, you REALLY don't want to look like me. The men won't leave you alone. Men have been chasing after me since I was 12 years old.
Believe me, if are a girl who isn't pretty you are lucky, because men will make your life hell if you are pretty. I know! They make my life hell every damned day. I can't even walk into WalMart without some damn man, grabbing me and saying he wants to take me home.
Do you know how sick and tired I get of men telling me I look exotic? They act like they are the only one who thought of it, like no one has ever said it to me before. And yet EVERY American man says it to me. I hear it every day and I’m so tired of it. Do I really look THAT different from your American woman?
And like I said, he's the third damned man to grab me this week. I can't go outside without men coming after me. Do have any idea what that's like.
I have no freedom.
I can't go to the store.
I can't go any where.
What is wrong with American men? Why won't they leave me alone?
Do all men in the country act like this or is it just men in Maine that act like wild men who've never seen a woman before?
You want to hear about the other two men? Let's talk about them, because one of them is a dozy, he's almost as bad as Joel Bailey. You remember Joel Bailey don't you? The man who stalked me for a decade? Ran around telling everybody I was his "best friend" and saying how we were always going out on dates...and saying those things for 3 damned years, before I even knew he existed? Before I ever even meet him? Oh yeah, this guy Joel Bailey all over again.
But let's talk about the first man to come after me this week, first.
I was at the town hall, where I seem to practically live the past few weeks, given that the town hall is holding my cats hostage to blackmail me out of paying my taxes so they can take my land, and now that I've paid my taxes are demanding a ransom in exchange for my cats' lives.
I am at the town hall, I'm getting out of my car, and suddenly and old man in his 50s or 60s, drives up and blocks me in.
The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall parking lot, is long and skinny and has a single row of parking spaces that are against a tall cement wall. The man parks his car crosswise (illegally) across the front of both my car and the car beside mine, so that I'm not trapped in a narrow 2 foot wide space, between my car, the other car, the cement wall, and his car. The only way I can get out of this spot, is if I open the door of my car, climb through the car, and get out on the other side.
Did you notice how every man who comes after me, ALWAYS blocks me into a corner in one way or another, before they start talking to me?
So, three days ago, I'm at the town hall and I'm getting out of my car, and a guy drives into the parking lot and drives up across me so I can't move, rolls the window down and starts talking to me, here's what he said:
"Damn, you must be rich."
Uhm, no.
"You look rich."
Uhm, okay. I guess.
"You sure you aren't rolling in it?"
No, actually, I'm homeless, I live under a tarp.
He bursts out laughing, obviously does not believe me and thinks I'm making a joke, not realizing that I have Autism and am incapable of making a joke or saying anything other then the straight up facts.
He stops laughing: "So are you married?"
I have someone.
"Want to leave him? I'm looking for a cougar. I need the cash."
Nope. I already told you, I'm homeless, I live under a tarp, I don't have any money.
He laughs again and says: "Well, I saw you from the street, and had to come in and ask you. Don't often see wealthy folk like you around."
He then rambles on, about his life and his dog and basically is giving me a sales pitch about how great he is and all the reasons why I should want to marry him.
Can anyone say: desperate?
What is it with these men who just walk up to me at random and then start telling me I'm supposed to marry them? I wouldn't think it was so strange if it was just one man, I'd think he was just a nut...but it happens every time I go out in public. Dozens of men, every year, complete total strangers, whom I've never seen before, and never see again, just randomly walk up to me, grab, start hugging me, and telling me I'm supposed to marry them.
Why can't they keep their hands to themselves?
I HATE BEING TOUCHED!
WHY WON'T MEN STOP TOUCHING ME!
He drives back out of the parking lot.
I'm standing there watching him leave and wondering what in the heck just happened. Who is that guy and how in the hell did he think I was what he termed "wealthy folk"?
I was wearing my rhinestone robes, with my gold embroidered kimono over it. It is a Muslim wedding dress, I bought from a woman in Eygpt, who designs dresses for Muslim woman. It is white silk and every inch of it is covered in pink rhinestones. This is my priestess robes, that I wear for official business and ritual work (I was putting a curse on the town, because they took my cats, thus why I was off the farm while wearing it, you normally wouldn't see me wearing this off of the property - if you see me wearing this in public you know I'm doing some sort of spell casting ritual thing, because it's the only time I wear it.)
Here...here are pictures of the outfit in question: The rhinestoned robe and the embroidered kimono I wear open and belted over it
The outfit is VERY regal, and shimmers like a disco ball. It is unusual, and outlandish, and does make me look like the bride of some Middle Eastern Oil Mogul. (Several American men has said this what it makes me look like and have said that it is what they thought I was, when they saw me.) And i assume, that that is why this man assumed I was "wealthy folk".
But it just baffles me, how so many American men are just driven by what they see. It's all lust and greed, every time an American man talks to me. They are always either lusting after what they call my "exotic looks" or yammering on about how wealthy they think I must be based off the clothes I wear. They simply can not look past my clothes or my body to see me for who I am, and it is so annoying and frustrating, especially when you start adding the fact that American men, seem to think they can have their way about everything and get really pissed off and bitchy if you say no to them.
Is that all men care about? what a girl looks like?
One guy walked up to me, total stranger, never seen him before or since, and he says to me: "You sure would make a nice green bottle on my arm! Dam you're fine." I don't even know what that means. I've Googled the term "green bottle on arm" and Google doesn't know what it means either.
Do you have any idea how RUDE and RACIST it is for a total stranger to walk up to a woman and tell her she looks exotic and therefore must marry you?
Are there any men on this planet with any manners at all? What is it with these men? Why are they acting like they've been trapped on a deserted island for decades and act like I'm the only woman they've ever seen before? Animals don't even run around trying to fuck each other as much as these men keep coming after me. I am so sick and tired of sick men grabbing me all the time. I don't like it. Why can't they keep their hands to themselves?
Let's get back to the guy who reminds me of Joel Bailey. He's a dozy.
The second guy to grab me this week, you've heard me talk about him before. He's WalMart guy. You remember WalMart guy don't you? No? Let me refresh your memory.
You often hear me talk about an event which went something like this:
1AM. Black Friday, we are in line to buy a Kindle.
"You're EelKat right? I saw your car outside, I knew you was in here somewhere, so I came in to find you. First off let me just tell you how much I love your work, I read ____ and it was amazing. Truely amazing. Well, I knew I'd run into you someday, so I keep a copy of my book in my car..."
...pulls out great big, fat, manuscript and continues yapping...
"I follow you on FaceBook so I know you don't own an ereader and you'll only read print editions of books, so I had it printed up just for you..."
How thoughtful. And how ironic, considering the reason we was at walMart was to buy an ereader.
"...and I was wondering if you could read it and tell me what you think? Is it any good? Maybe you could edit it for me and give me some pointers, hey, we could get together and discuss it over dinner...blah, blah, blah"
4AM...he then opens his 'book' and begins to read it, outloud, in the DVD section of WalMart. We continue shopping. He follows us and continues reading.
We leave WalMart, and so does he.
7AM We go to McDonald's to have breakfast after a long night of stand in line, and so does he, and he's still reading his manuscript.
Noontime...we are still trying to leave McDonald's and he's still reading to us...
I've never seen anything like this guy.
That of course it a very simplified (and less bizarre) version of what happened. I'll tell you the whole story in just a minute.
I have a lot of fans and readers. Most of them are nice, but some o them...oh boy...some of them, have got serious mental issues, and are absolutely 100% convinced that because they read one of my books, I am therefore destined to marry them, and this guy, is one of those fans.
Now, WalMart Dude and what he did, is not unusual. I'm an author. I'm not popular in the global mainstream, but locally I'm very popular. For years my books were sold at local bookstores. My books were not available on a country wide mass market level until 2010, and then only a handful of my books went that direct. And out of more then 200 books, only 24 have been made into ebook editions. So, on the whole, I'm largely unheard of, but around locally, I have a lot of fans.
The thing is most of my books are very regional. The stories take place in local towns and are set in local stores and star real local people. There is not a lot of global interest in books about small town Maine, but there is a lot of local interest in books of this nature.
Well, the result is, I'm a local celebrity and pretty everyone in a 5 town radius of me has heard of me and read at least one of my books and thinks of me as being a lot more famous then I actually am, so they come to me hoping to get me to help them publish their book.
This happens, several times a month. Print editions of my books were heavily distributed in my home region, all the stores and libraries have copies, and I attend absolutely EVERY community event, charity drive, festival, car show, etc in York and Cumberland counties, I'm at an event pretty much every weekend all year long and I'm there with stacks of books, so literally everybody in a 5 town radius knows me, my car, and my books, and they all think if they shook hands with me once than they and I are best buds, and OMG! I love my fans, but sometimes a girl just needs a break you know?
One thing that ALWAYS bothers me, is, these people say they love my work and know it/me so well...yet they toss 20lbs of 500 page manuscript for "a great epic novel" at me to read. WHY? I do not write novels. I write predominantly flash fiction. My longest works are two stories that reach 35k. More than 90% of what I write is under 10k words, and 75% of that is under 5k words. And yes, I own a library that shelves 12,000 books, but everybody who knows that also knows I've never read those books. I collect books, I don't read them.
I have Autism and ADHD, I can't sit still long enough to read a novel. I can barely sit still long enough to read a short story. I can stay focused on a story long enough to write a novel, it's hard for me to stay focused on a story long enough to write more than 10 pages of it. And this is the sort of thing you see me talking about on FaceBook. My FB Wall is all Autism stuff, and talk about what it's like to have Autism and...everybody who actually reads what I write on FaceBook knows that one of my big issues in life is the fact that I can't sit still long enough to read a novel and it upsets me because I want to read novels, but I jump up and run around the room every few minutes and than forget I was reading and start doing something else...it's a serious problem...
...and yet here these people are ALWAYS with the same story of "I follow you on FaceBook so I know you only read print, so I printed up all 500 pages of my great epic novel for you to read..."
DUH! If you follow me on FaceBook enough to know I only read print, than why don't you also know I never read a story longer than 10 pages long?
The problem is that I am at everything and everybody around here sees me as being both a celebrity and someone who is always out to help the little guy, so everybody assumes that sooner or later they are going to run into me and I'm just going to be falling all over myself wanting to help them.
A bigger problem, one that has baffled me for a while now, is when I get mobbed by 20 or 30 people all at once, telling me they love me, my books, can I sign this, read that, here's 30 manuscripts all at once...okay if it happened once, I won't be so puzzled, but it happens at least once a month...and I just couldn't understand this, until, one day...
One day, one fan rushed up to me in Wal-Mart, and said "You're the girl with the car outside right?"
I'm thinking - it's Wal-Mart there are about 3,000 cars outside in the parking lot right now, but yeah, I know what she means..."Yeah, I'm the girl with the car outside."
Than she tells me, the most unheard of thing...she says she's one of my fans, and she follows me on FaceBook, and her and all my other local fans, got together and created a "text tag game" for their iphones.
I ask her, what is a text tag game, I never heard of it. She says:
"Oh, well, when one of us sees your car, we send a mass text out to everyone else in the group to let them know where you are. See? We take pictures of your car in front of all these place, look I'll show you, I have tons of pictures of your car in my phone, see here you are at SMCC, and here you are at WalMart last week, and here you are at Hannaford, and here you are at the Dollar Store and..."
I'm like...OMG! You guys follow me around like DeadHeads.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, we are, we used to follow the Dead everywhere they went. Yeah, that was a big thing for us back than..."
There was one time, I came out of WalMart, and this guy runs up to me and says: "Where is it? I can't find it anywhere?"
I ask what he's talking about, and he says:
"The Razzberry. I saw you in the store, I knew it was you, no one else looks like you, I wanted to show my wife your car, she's never seen it. But I can't find it. We've been all over the parking lot and we can't find it anywhere...."
Ah, yes, no, it's here here, it broke down, it's being worked on, I got a ride with a friend today.
That is my daily driver, so you can see why my readers (at least my local ones) are able to tell where I am, and seeing how I have a lot of cats and go through 60lbs of cat food and 150lbs of cat litter every week, I'm at WalMart alot. And for the record, I'm a drag queen, not on stage, every day of my life, and while my car shimmers like a disco ball as I drive down the road, it can't hold a candle to my sequined ball gowns. Not many people are walking around WalMart in full-length minks and more sequins than Liberace` could count, so even people who don't know me as the author, of whatever book they just read, they always great with "Hey, you must be the girl with that car!"
There was one guy, a few months ago...I didn't have my car, but he recognized me anyways, because of my cloths, and he followed me and my partner all through WalMart, every time we stopped at an aisle, he say: "What are buying here, I'll get it for you, you wait there." Than he'd rush to the shelf and get whatever and put it in my cart. In between doing so, he was reciting poetry.
"Hey, I wrote another poem, you want to hear it?"
So we got to hear a few dozen poems, each poem followed by: "So what do you think? Any good? Do I have a chance at getting published?"
I don't know, I'm not a poet. I don't read poetry. I know nothing about poetry. I did write one book of poems, it was an assignment for my Literature class in college, I've never written poems before or since.
He stayed with us the entire day. No literaly, the entire day. We left WalMart, and he jumped in his car and drove behind us to the next store, did the same thing there. Me and my partner went to McDonald's to eat on the way home, the guy walks into McDs and sits down at our booth with us, and orders the same food we did. And I'm like, this is getting creepy. My partner finally told him to leave and he did, but that night he started call my dad on the phone, and my dad was asking me, who is this guy, he says he's known you for years and I never heard of him. He staied on the phone all night reading poetry to me.
Yeah, I never heard of him either, until he followed us around WalMart all day reading poetry to us.
He called my dad every hour of every day and every night, like clockwork, for a week, and also called my partner the same way. In between reading poetry to them he'd ask to talk to me...uhm...yeah...about that...what part of I have Autism does this guy not understand...you know Autism...lack of verbal speech...no vocal sounds...mute...I don't talk. I do not even own a phone because, oh, I don't know, I can't talk so there is no ficking way for me to use a phone! And he just met me in person, and spent 12 freaking hours following me and my partner all day long and he was so busy reading his poems to us, that he didn't notice it was my partner answering him, not me, I never said a word, when I wanted to say something I wrote it on a notepad and he read it off the paper...how does this guy expect me to talk to him on the phone if I couldn't talk to him in person?
That was certainly one of the more extreme attempts anyone has made to try to get me to read their manuscript.
It happens so often that I wrote up a disclaimer to give to people when they ask me to read their manuscript. Here it is: https://www.eelkat.com/ManuscriptReadingService.html
It's mean and angry and 30,000 words of EXACTLY what I think of authors throwing manuscripts at me. It's harsh, yes, but, the people who toss manuscripts my way, seem to have a bad habit of showing up at my front door with "Did you read it yet?"
No, I tossed it in the woodstove unread.
"Ha! Ha! You're funny!"
I'm not joking. I burned it unread.
"Good one! Hey if you're not gonna read it, can I have it back, it was my only copy and I've got another author to give it to."
Nope. It's gone. I burned it.
"What do you mean you burned it?"
I mean, I have a wood stove and I used it for tinder to start a fire, just like it says I will do on my "I don't read manuscripts" policy and disclaimer on my website. If you really knew me as well as you said, you would have read that policy and known WHY I WON'T read your manuscript...because, there are actually laws against authors reading another author's manuscript and were you a professional career author, you would have known that.
"But it was my only copy!"
Than you shouldn't have given it to me.
"But it was my life's work, I spent 10 years writing that.."
I'm sorry, I have Autism, the part of your brain that tells you to care about other people's feeling...I don't have that, so guess what? I don't care that that was your only copy or that you were stupid enough to give it away or that you spent 10 years writing it. I have Autism. I am physically incapable of caring about you or your novel. You follow me on FB so you know me so well? Well than why didn't you know that? Maybe you should actually read the Autism Awareness info I put on my FaceBook Wall. I have Autism, Sugar Pie, I'm not your best friend and I have no interest in ever doing so. There are plenty of websites out there to tell you what Autism is. Google it. find out what Autism is before you start tossing your work at me.
And good god! I write 20,000 words a day, that's a full novel every 3 days. How the hell did it take you 10 years to write a single novel? If you want to be a writer, you better just sit your ass down and write, because you ain't getting no where if you are only putting out a single novel every 10 years. Damn!
What always gets me, is, how EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM...thinks they are the ONLY person to EVER have the brilliant idea of giving a manuscript to an author. When I tell them I get manuscripts tossed my way every week, they get all stunned and say:
"Really? They stole my idea! I'm the one who came up with the unquie/original idea to contact (my favorite author) to read my manuscript. How'd they think of that?"
It amazes me, how many HUNDREDS of times in the past 36 years, I have heard people say how stunned they were that someone other than themselves had come up with the idea to send a manuscript to an author. It just flabbergasts me.
So, like I said, when WalMart Dude first approached me with his manuscript, I wasn't overly concerned because this sort of thing, happens a few times a week. And usually I just, tell the I can't read their manuscript, I'm not an editor or a publisher, reading manuscripts is not my job, and they say okay and go back to whatever it was they were doing. WalMart Dude, was different...very, very, different...scary different, almost to the point that, I probably will go to the police if I encounter him a third time.
But you've never really heard the whole story. Well, this we I was once again hunted down by WalMart dude, for yet ANOTHER wild day of WalMart Dude style insanity. And for you to fully understand how strange and, bizarre this man is, we first have to tell you about the first time I meet him, at WalMart...
It was Black Friday 2013. My partner had decided I needed a a Kindle Paperwhite (which had just been released that week and at the time was Kindle's best thing ever...they have Fire now.) Well, he decides, to get me this for Christmas, only he doesn't really know what it is or if I can even use it, so, he decides he'd better ask me if i want something like this. Well, even though I am an author, I am a Gypsy and, technology, not on my to do list, so, while I sell books for Kindle on Amazon, I actually haven't the foggiest clue what a Kindle even is. I tell him, it'd probably be good if I had a Kindle so I could find out what it is I'm actually selling when I sell Kindle books.
Turns out to be a good investment, because once I had the Kindle I was able to download my own books and discover that several of them had some serious formatting issues, that I was unaware of. I am now able to fix formating issue before the books are even published, so the Kindle was a good thing to have.
Well, this was the day he bought me the Kindle, and never forget it, because, boy oh boy, will this day go down in history as one of the strangest damned days of my life...because this was the day I meet the man my fans and readers all now know as "WalMart Dude."
The day starts out as any typical Black Friday does: with me and my partner arriving at Best Buy at 10PM to get in line and wait for the store to open at 1AM. We were about number 300 in the line, that wrapped around the Maine Mall, and over to Sears. By the time 1AM came, the line wrapped around the mall the other way, all the way to the Food Court, and for those who don't know: the Maine Mall, from one end to the other, is 2 miles long and the building has "mile markers" painted o it, so you can determine how many more miles you have to go to get to the store you want to go to. It's one of the largest malls in the country, and was at one point the largest mall in New England (I'm not sure if it still is or not)
Anyways, this line is wrapped around the building, meaning the line is nearly 4 miles of people long.
We know that we are couple number 300 in line, because at 11PM Best Buy workers come out and start numbering people and saying, they are only allowing 100 people in the store at a time. At 1AM they will let 100 people in. At 1:30AM they will let another 100 people in. At 2PM we were the first people let in on the third round of 100 people let in.
Kindles were sold out, as was most everything else he had intended to buy. He did however get the last of the $3,000 cameras on sale for $800.
We get out of Best Buy at around 3AM, head to Hot Topics to buy stuff for my brothers. My partner is absolutely terrified of everybody in the store (he had never been in Hot Topics before, so it was his first time getting to see the Goths, Punks, Emos, and Lolitas whom are my typical crowd of people to hang out with.)
4PM we are out of the Mall and at Staples. While there are no Kindles on the shelf, a worker sees us in that area and says they have more out back, but are only allowed to bring out so many each hour, and tells us, to wait a few minutes because the next batch is due out on the shelves in 10 minutes.
So we get the Kindle, but now he still has to find a GPS and after calling a few stores, he gets word that Biddeford WalMart still has several in stock, if we hurry, they might still be a few left when we get there. And here's where the fun begins. Now my partner, he's a still upper lip, Mormon High Priest, who is very serious and conservative, no nonsense, just straight edge all the way. He's already been freaked out of his mind by the Goth crowd at Hot Topics and he's glad to be in a place like WalMart where you don't often see the what he terms "strange people". He was completely unprepared for what was about to happen next...
ENTER WALMART DUDE:
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What is it about me, that causes American men to chase after me? Or maybe I should ask, what is it about American women, that turns their men off so much, that they won't leave me alone instead going after their own women, like they belong?
There is one man in particular, the man you all know as WalMart Dude, I'd like to point out, because this guy can not take a hint, and boy is he ever stubborn. This guy, has followed me online for well over a decade. Online, he's fine. Does the whole innocent seeming. "Hey, it's me! How you doing today?" sort of thing, that most of my fans and readers do. He's one of the 7,000+ fans who follow me on faceBook and Twitter and every few days send me messages of "Here's how my day went, what was your day like?" as all of my fans know, I do not answer private messages or emails or phone calls, but that doesn't stop them from every day sending me messages, emails, or phone calls, and after a while saying "did you get my message? Why don't you answer me?" Why? Oh let me think? It probably has something to do with the fact that I get close to 10,000 emails EACH and EVERY day, and I'm backlogged by several hundreds or thousands of emails, that I will never have time to read, even if I live to be five hundred years old...and I have posted as much on my FaceBook status, and in big bold letters all over my website.
Well, most of my fans are not crazy enough to go any farther then contacting me offline, however, thee are a few who follow me when I do my shopping, follow my family to restaurants when we go out to eat and sit at the table with us, and show up in our yard, and not only call me, but call all my relatives too, and then shows up at my mother's house with a sob story of not being able to get in touch with me "Why won't she talk to me?"
*sigh*
Well, there is one in particular, WalMart Dude, who is fast taking over for Joel Bailey (the man who stalked me for a decade and ended up going to prison.)
Now, I don't mind talking to my fans when I meet them in person, and should we meet at random in the store, I don't mind them helping me shop, and should we meet by accident in the restaurant I don't mind them joining us...but that is not the case here with this particular person. No.
This person is obsessive on many levels. Clearly there is a mental problem at work with this person, I'm not sure what, but, among other things, he claims to talk to god, be a prophet, and sadly has a wild story about is mother being an intelligence officer in the military and all these great and wild and wonderful things she did in her military travels all over the world. What he doesn't know, I that I knew his mother before she died. She was a friend of my Grammy Eva's. Here's what REALLY happened to his mother:
In the 1960s, this man's father murdered his 5 year old brother, and his mother, unable to deal with it went clinically insane, had to be institutionalized, and spent the rest of her life in a mental ward drooling and gibbering and not able to string together a complete sentence.
My Grammy Eva, worked at the institute where his mother was hospitalized. She took care of the invalide patients there. Grammy Eva, was globetrotter. In her lifetime she had visited all 50 states and 140 different countries. At every location she visited, she would buy a book about the area. He son, was an intelligence officer, a Major, in the Air Force, stationed in the Pentagon.
It was Grammy Eva's habit to try to comfort the mental health patients she took care of, by bringing her travel books to their bedside, to show them the pictures and tell them about her trip to that place. Whenever her son in the Pentagon wrote her a letter, she would bring these letters to work and read them to the patients.
So, when this man showed up, and told me his name, my response was: "Oh, your mother was a friend on my grandmother's" except I didn't say thing out loud seeing how I have Autism with Selective Mutism and thus do not speak verbally. So, while I know who this man is, and know the truth about his mother, he doesn't know, that I know who his mother was.
He spends hours, talking (lying) about his mothers "great achievements". Literally - he has never showed up and talked for any period of time under 4 hours, often talking steady for as many as 8 hours...yes, he does follow me every where I go all day long, and even stands outside the bathroom door and continues to talk while I use the damned toilet.
Did I mention that walMart dude has a MAJOR obsession with me that is as bad as, if not worse then Joel Bailey's? Like Joel Bailey, this guy has followed me for YEARS and I did not know it, until just a few days ago. Joel Bailey followed me for 7 years before I found out it was happening. WalMart dude, CLAIMS to have known me before Joel Bailey, claims to remember way back when Joel Bailey started harassing me...if that claim is true, it means that WalMart dude has been following me for more than 15 years. And that I find disturbing.
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For the next several weeks following the WalMart Incident, WalMart Dude took to calling my dad all night long.
9PM he called my dad.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"We knew each other way back. Give her the phone, I know she's there."
10PM call my dad again.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"Come on, we're buddies she and I. She's known me for years."
11PM called again.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"You know we know each other. We went to school together. Ask her."
Midnight: another call.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"Ask her about how she used to get picked on in school and I was the one who helped her out because I got picked on too."
1AM, he's still calling.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"It's okay, I'm not a stalker I've known her for years. We go way back. We're old friends."
Every night for weeks on end.
Sometimes I was there and heard the conversation. (I had told my dad I didn't want to talk to this guy. He was a stranger, I didn't know him, and he was creeping me out.)
Now here's the thing: I have Autism, I required 24 care by adults, I am NEVER out of the sight of one of my 7 caretakers, and therefore, they know EVERY SINGLE PERSON who ACTUALLY is my friend. My dad is one of said caretakers. He KNOWS this guy is lying about knowing me, being my friend...
and oh yeah... I never went to school. We are Gypsies. Gypsies don't send their children to public school.
And, out of the more then 70 times he called my day over the next few hours, he said "I'm not a stalker" more then 4 times per phone call. I have to seriously question a guy who calls and introduces himself as "I'm not a stalker."
*Keep in mind, that I have Autism, I do not speak verbally, and therefore I do not have a phone.
This guy knows I have Autism
This guy knows I can't speak.
And yet he is calling people he thinks I might know and asking for ME TO TALK TO HIM ON THE PHONE?
Uhm...
Yeah.
So what part of I have Autism and can't speak to you on a phone because I can't speak verbally, does this guy not understand?
In between calling my dad, he starts calling my partner.
For the next several weeks following the WalMart Incident, WalMart Dude took to calling my dad all night long.
9:30 PM he called my dad.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"We knew each other way back. Give her the phone, I know she's there."
10:30 PM call my dad again.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"Come on, we're buddies she and I. She's known me for years."
11:30 PM called again.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"You know we know each other. We went to school together. Ask her."
Half Past Midnight: another call.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"Ask her about how she used to get picked on in school and I was the one who helped her out because I got picked on too."
1:30 AM, he's still calling.
"Is Wendy there?"
No
"You sure she's not there?"
No
"I don't believe you. Can you give me your home address so I can come and see for myself that she's not there?"
No
"It's okay, I'm not a stalker I've known her for years. We go way back. We're old friends."
Every night for weeks on end.
Repeating to my partner nearly word for word everything he said to me dad.
It was interesting. My dad's phone would ring. Half hour later, my partner's phone would ring, then my dad's again. All night long, for day after day, week after week...
And this is from I guy I had never meet before and who introduces himself with "I'm not a stalker."
Now keep in mind, that I have only had two (2) face to face confrontations with this guy. The first was the WalMart Incident (Black Friday 2013) mentioned earlier and the second was the McDonald's Incident (May 6, 2015), which I am telling you about right now.
I had never seen WalMart Dude before Black Friday 2013 and I had not seen him again until this week. In both cases, he rudely barged his way into my daily activities and took over, not allowing me or my partner to do a damned thing. WalMart Dude is a control freak to the uber insane extreme.
However. WalMart dude has been following me around the area. How do I know? Because, a few times each month, I come out of whatever store I'm in, to find a note stuck under the windshield wiper of my car.
"Hey! It's Vincent, we meet at WalMart, remember me? haven't heard from you in a while, saw your car, thought I'd let you know I have a coat that needs to be sewed. How about we get together so you can pick it up and sew it for me?"
Okay, uhm...why does this guy want me to sew his coat? For what possible reason does he think I would just randomly sew a coat for a stranger?
"Hi, it's me from WalMart again. I got some socks that need darning. we need to get together so I can give them to you."
Uhm..okay...this is getting creepy. First a note telling me to sew his coat, now a note telling me to darn his socks. Who darns socks in this day and age? Sock are $1 for a 3 pack at most dollar stores these days.
"Me again the guy from WalMart last year. I got some garbage needs removing from my yard. Hear you been hauling stuff out of your yard. Think you can bring the UHaul over and get this stuff out for me?"
Yeah, that one was recent, we had the UHaul last week of March 2015.
Keep in mind, I have only ever meet this guy once, back on Black Friday at WalMart, and he's now every few weeks, leaving notes on my car, at pretty much every store I go to, and in every case, he's making very "1950s style" demands for "house wife work" to be done for him.
This guy, is acting as though, I'm his wife and, it's really creeping me out now. Especially the fact that, no matter where I go, when I come out of the store, ANY store, I come out to find, he's left another note on my car. Which means, this guy is following me around, during my daily activities. He knows, where I go and when I'm there, otherwise, how else could he keep leaving these notes on my car?
Are you starting to see NOW why I am comparing him to Joel Bailey? And WHY I am saying, this guy, may actually be WORSE then Joel Bailey?
And now I give you
THE RETURN OF WALMART DUDE:
The morning of May 6, 2015, I drive to Biddeford to pick up my mom and one of my brothers. They have some errands to do. As they are getting in my car, a familiar green truck, pulls up into the driveway behind me.
Oh no, not WalMart Dude...what is he doing at my mother's house?
"Hey! EelKat! I found your car!"
I walk down to the end of the driveway to see what he wants. He yaps about how great it is to see old friends (Wait...We are friends? Really? That's news to me.) Says he keeps seeing my car around Sulivane Street and keeps putting notes on my car, but can't figure out where I live, otherwise he'd be talking to me in person instead of leaving notes.
I'm thinking (though not saying: "Great! So instead of leaving notes to ask me to do his cooking and cleaning and sewing and yard work and laundry, now he wants to come to my front door and ask me to do those things for him in person. Greaaaat! Like I really need that."
He asks how things are going. I tell him my cats are being held hostage by the town to blackmail me out of paying my taxes so the town can take the land and I'm in the middle of court battle trying to get my cats back.
He brushes that off and starts yapping about how "I'm a lonely guy and need someone to talk to...blah, blah, blah."
I know, from having meet this guy in WalMart before, that, once he starts talking, he won't stop AND he will follow you from store to store to store, and then follow you to eat and not stop talking for 12 hours straight, because that's what he did before, that's how he got known on FaceBook and KBoards as "WalMart Dude".
i let him yap for a few minutes, and when he gets to a point where he seems to be about to end one story to start another, I say I have to go, my family is waiting for me, we have stuff to do, and I get in my car, pull out around him and drive off.
We go about our day and I assume, that that's the end of it...
I take my mom and brother back home, I head back to Old Orchard, my partner, loads up his trailer full of wood (we had cut 3 trees down that day) and leaves to go take the wood to Wells, to be burned (which is an hour drive away).
So, I'm alone for an hour, until he comes back, and while he is gone, I'm doing random yard work. He is gone about 15 minutes, when I head back to my car to get some things I had left in there, and as I'm doing that, a familiar green truck pulls up into my driveway at 146 Portland avenue. Oh boy. WalMart Dude, now knows where I live and, he's here, in my yard...
And good god...this first thing he says is:
"Nice land you got here, wouldn't mind living here myself. Where's the property lines?"
I tell him, the tree lines are the lines (there are several areas of long straight rows of trees, which outline the entire farm.)
He starts wandering around like he owns the place, pointing out stuff like:
"Yeah, we could put a house right here. Yeah. That'd be nice. Yeah, this is good land. Yeah. I like this. yeah, this is a great place to live, yeah, I could get rid of my mortgage, yeah this is nice, yeah..."
And how does somebody say "yeah" so many times in one day?
Okay, two things here:
#1: I don't like trespassers, I do not like people coming up into my land uninvited, I do not like strangers wandering around my yard
#2: his timing is bad as frigging fuck - we are in the middle of a battle with the town, because the town is trying to take my land to put a condominium up here, and I have HAD IT up to my eyeballs with people walking around my farm talking about what THEY are going to do to MY land!
...so here is WalMart Dude on my land, talking about HIS plans to put a house on MY land, and I'm wishing I had a gun so I could just blow his brains out for even making the suggestion that he wants my land.
I mean seriously? You walk into my land and start talking about your house building plans...NOW...of ALL times, you could pick, to do that, you do it NOW, while the town is holding my cats hostage, blackmailing me to try to take my land? I mean I've really HAD IT with the people of this town and the shit they have put me through, and right now, there's a lot of people, I'm not happy with, and you really don't want to get on my bad side...not right now, and not while I'm standing on my land holding a machete.
The law may not let me carry the machete off my property, but on my property, I'm well within my rights to have it and use it, and if you're on my land, trespassing and talking about taking my land away from me...let me tell you something:
one swing of the machette will take your balls
three will take your dick
And don't think staying out of arm's reach is going to protect you because my granddaddy was a lumberjack and he taught me how to throw an axe.
so don't you dare set foot on my land and talk about taking it away from me, not now while the town is holding my cats hostage and threatening to kill them...you make any indication that you are helping the town to hurt my cats, and you've made a bad enemy out of me.
We are Gypsies and this is Maine, and you are on our land, and we don't like it and if you want to keep your scrotum between your legs, you really don't want to come up in my land and start talking about YOUR plans for what YOU are going to do to MY land.
WalMart Dude sees the pile of wood, freshly cut logs, from the the freshly cut trees, and asks about that. I tell him, my partner (using his name) had just left with a load of wood and was returning for the rest...
...ah...
Strange things happened at this point. As soon as I mentioned my partner's name, WalMart Dude's entire facial expression changes. And it's not a good change. I'm good at reading people's facial expressions, and his face was doing several at this point, and it was very obvious, that there was LOTS of hatred and vehement jealous rage boiling in his mind just then.
Now this change in WalMart Dude's facial expression took me by surprise, because at this point, I was unaware of WalMart Dude's motive for being here. It would not be for another ten (10) hours, until I would learn WalMart Dude's motive for being in my yard.
But it bothered me, the fact that WalMart Dude, was very clearly, about his blow his top, over my mentioning my partner's name. Keeping in mind, that my partner and I have been together for 28 years, fast closing in on 29 years in just two short months. But like I said, at this point, I was still thinking of WalMart Dude as just some fan who had read one of my books and wanted to meet the author, I was not yet aware of his ulterior motive...however, his mention of building a house on MY land, should have tipped me off as to what his motive was.
I believe, he may have been attempting to hint of his motive at this point, though I didn't pick up on the meaning of what he was saying until a few hours later, when he added some more information.
But, he's walking around MY yard, talking about building HIS house, and I mention my partner, and his face changes, and I continue to talk about my partner, saying that, he's only going to be gone for a few minutes, he just took a load of wood to the guy in Wells and he'll be right back.
Immediately, WalMart Dude pulls out a cigarette and starts smoking, in spite of the fact that there are No Smoking signs all over our land. He is also well aware of the fact that we are Mormons and Gypsies and by both our culture and our religion, smoking is a grave sin.
He next says (or rather shouts, very angrily and hysterically) to me: "THAT GUY YOU WERE WITH AT WALMART DOESN'T LIKE ME!"
Actually, on the contrary, my partner does like WalMart dude. It was my partner who encouraged WalMart Dude to stay and keep talking at WalMart back in 2013. You see, WalMart Dude is a religion crazed lunatic who can't stop spouting Bible and religion, and so is my partner, who happens to be a high priest, and my partner is always on the look out for people who are religion crazy to talk to so he can have someone to spend hours no stop talking to about religion.
Remember what I told you about the WalMart Encounter? I never said a word, not once in all those many, many, many, many, many hours of WalMart dude following us around that day. My partner was the one he was talking to. My partner was the one who did ALL the answering to WalMart dude's questions. I NEVER said a word to WalMart dude at all, all day long. So on this day in May 2015, this was the first time of me, myself speaking to WalMart Dude with my own mouth.
But WalMart Dude is now flipping out and, whining and pouting and stamping his foot and over all acting like a two year old having a temper tantrum, as he rails on and on about how mean my partner is to him.
He says he called my partner and my partner told him off.
Uhm...okay...my partner is a little itty bitty guy who is scared of his own shadow. He runs and hides at the drop of a pin. He faints all the time. He's so nervous that if he ever raised his own voice, he'd scare himself and pass out. I am NOT joking.
So to hear WalMart Dude tell me that my tiny, scared, nervous wreck, very ancient, elderly, little itty, bitty partner who faints a dozen times a day every time he hears a loud noise, yelled at him and told him off is beyond ludicrous.
So, I'm not liking WalMart Dude more and more, because now, not only has he barged in and trespassed on my land, went around talking about his plans to put a house on my land, disrespected my cats, and now he's lying about my partner to try to make him out to be a mean bully, by accusing him of doing things, the guy is not even physically capable of doing.
If there is anything I don't like it's a liar, and we had already established that WalMart Dude was a liar two years ago when he lied to me about his mother, and when he lied to me claiming he was a psychic, when the only thing he did was recite everything he had read on my FaceBook about me section.
Now it's possible he got them mixed up: my dad and my partner. My dad on the other hand, he can be a right bastard when he wants to be and he'll tell it like it is and tell you just exactly what he thinks of you, and as we already established, WalMart Dude was calling my father all hours of the day and night.
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When I said this is the most persistent of the men who follow me around, I do mean, the MOST persistent, WAAAAY more persistent than even Joel Bailey. And like Joel Bailey, this man too, is completely convinced I am going to leave my husband and marry him instead. Why? Well, because as WalMart Dude puts it: I married him when I was 12, therefor I didn't know what I was doing, I wasn't given a choice, he's a pedophile who belongs in prison, and I belong with someone who'll take care of me.
I can't help but laugh at that. WalMart Dude, gave me a long story of how he's better suited to taken care of me.
Hmmm...and yet, my husband has a job and this guy? This guy, admits that he hasn't worked in 40 years and like to as he puts it "bum off the government". Okay, and he's suposed to take care of me, when doesn't have a job? Honey Pie, I'm high maintenance. If you didn't notice, my gold embroidered dresses, which weigh a ton, weigh a ton, because, oh, look at that, they do be embroidered with real gold. Oh yeah, and then there are all my fur coats, and my cars, and my comic books, and my cats...it costs $500 a month, just for catfood alone, and my cats require 80lbs of Tidy Cat every week. Oh, and did I mention I'm a transvestite and cost a lot of money to keep me looking like a billion dollar baby - make up, hormones, plastic surgery...oh yeah, I may look like a million buck, but, it costs a million bucks to look like this too. Honey, you can't afford to take care of me if all you do is bum off the government.
I can also be royal bitch if you piss me off
In short, my partner can afford to take care of me and enjoys doing so, and he was born with at least ten silver spoons up his ass, along with the dozen or so in his mouth. So, let's see...if you want me to leave my partner and marry you, the first step would be, to have an income bigger then his...oh and like me, he also can trace his family history for centuries and like me, he too comes from aristocratic blood...in fact, when you go back far enough, (to the 1400s) we have some of the same relatives.
If you're not an aristocrat and can not claim any sort of aristocratic bloodline and, Sugar Plum Pie - I am an a aristocrate by blood, which doesn't mean much in this day and age, but in Medieval time my family was royalty and so was his, and that IS actually something that is really important to me. (In other words I don't mingle my blood line with serfs and peasants.) In order for you to petition to marry me, I'm gonna want to see documented evidence of you family's social status prior the 1500s. If you can't provide documented evidence of where your family was prior to the 1500s, it is because your family were not able to read or write to keep a record of their history, meaning they were not aristocrats.
Honey, you want to replace my partner: you better be able to actually replace him. You really can't do that if you are on welfare and living in an apartment. Did I mention he was an Austrian? I think I did. Sugar Pie, you want to try to outspend my old Austrian Sugar Daddy - I dare you to try it. How many fur coats are you gonna buy me with your welfare check BuddyBoy? How many rhinestones are you going to put on my car with your government check? How many cats can you afford to feed this week? Did you know he spends $500 a month, just on cat food and cat litter alone? Does your welfare check even pay you $500 a month?
Think about it. Think long and hard. Do you really think you have enough money coming in to take care of me, my cars, my cats, and still be able to feed my book collecting obsession? I have more then 300,000 books, not counting comic books. Did you know that many of my kimono cost several hundred dollars each piece and that the grand total of the costs of my 40+ kimono was more then $7,000 or that the 2.5million marbles glued to my car cost $8,000. Really think about that.
I don't have much of an income. My income is rarely more then $200 a month. But I don't need an income: I have a Sugar Daddy. And that's why I do have things which cost a lot of money. That is why I can be below poverty level income and still wear the clothes I wear and drive the cars I drive. These things are provided to me by a man who just plain likes spending money on me.
So, when you say you want me to leave him for you, I'm going to expect a certain standard of living, and if you can't provide that, you ain't got a chance with me. When you talk about my partner, do remember that you are talking about a guy who can afford to buy a woman who is half his age, looks like a supermodel and doesn't mind letting him dress her up like a Barbie doll. If you want to replace him, that's what you have to be able to replace.
To all the American men out there who keep beating a path to my door: Ask yourselves this:
Remove the cars and the furs and the glitter and the glam, and all you have left is little old me...do you REALLY think, I'm what you are attracted to? No. You are attracted to the idea of being in love with a rich woman who'll take care of you.
I look like I do, because I have a Sugar Daddy who keeps me looking exactly the way he wants me to look. Take him out of the picture and there would be no glitter, no glam, no furs, no silks, no cars...he bought those things. take him out of the picture and those things go away too and you are only go to be left, with plain little me.
NEWSFLASH Sugar Pie: I have a wealthy old Sugar Daddy who provides me with all that glitter and glam you guys are falling head over heels for. And guess what: he actually loves me. You want to know how I know? Because he loved me, when I was poor and had no money. He loved me, BEFORE the glitter, before the rhinestoned cars, before the furs...he loved me when I had nothing.
You men who keep chasing after me: It's not me you are chasing. Not really. It's the idea of me that you are after. Because of how I dress and the cars I drive, you have created this mental image of who you think I must be.
A year ago, I actually had a guy walk up to me with a flyer for a $3million yacht and ask me if I could buy it for him. He thought that based off my clothes and car alone, I was wealthy enough to be able to buy him a $3million dollar boat with my spare change.
It bothered me, quite a bit, that this guy dd this, because what he did, does say a lot about how the public sees me. It was the guy who asked for a boat, that opened my eyes to the fact: Hey, this is why men keep chasing after me: they think I'm a millionaire and they want an inheritance.
Honey, your monthly welfare check is bigger then my yearly income. But I also don't have an income because I don't need one, I have a Sugar Daddy who pays for everything. And I do mean everything.
Honey Pies, if you guys want to be with me, the REAL me...you'll be doing that without the glitter and glam. Without the clothes and cars. I don't have any money to spend on you and I WILL be expecting you to spend a LOT of money on me, and when you tell me you live in an apartment in Biddeford, and your income is a government check...Honey, you don't have what it takes to take care of me.
And you know what else? I was with him few nearly a decade, before I found out who he was, or the kind of money he had. He wears rags, dresses like a homeless bum, drives a rusted 30 year old car...if you saw him on the streets, you'd peg him as a welfare bum.
That is HOW and WHY he started lavishing me with the beaded gowns, the rhinestoned cars, the fur coats, and all those shiny things you American men are chasing after me for. He did it, because I was with him, for so many years and never asked him for a penny. I didn't know he had money and I stayed with him anyways, and that's why he started spending all his money on me, because he realized I loved him, for him, no for his money.
You forget, I've been with this man 28 years. We are fast coming up on our 30th anniversary.
You American men who won't leave me alone are forgetting one very important thing: I was with him for a full decade, before the money: because I love him. And even if you can out buy him, not one of you will ever be able to replace him. I will always love HIM, I will never love you.
The older he gets, the more I worry about the way American men come after me. Because as soon as he's gone, I know there's a lot of men out there, who've come right out and told me, they'll be expecting me to marry them.
One man, walked up to me, at the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, he says to me: "I'm waiting for you to be a rich young widow. I'll be back then. You'll marry me, you'll see." I'm in the middle of a court battle with the town, the men of this town know that, and all they can do is selfishly think about themselves and snagging me like I'm some sort of prize deer.
I don't like that there are so many, self-righteous, rude, arrogant men in this area, who say these sorts of things to me. I don't see men saying stuff like this to other women. Why? Because other women don't look like millionaires. These men have a false impression about who they think I am.
And here's one very important fact, you have yet to consider: my cats. My cats are my children and if you are going to love me, you have to love my cats as well.
As summer draws near and more and more people are in the area, more and more men approach me. Like I said, three this week already.
In this past month, several men have "made their petition" for my affections, and in each case, the first thing I did was tell them about the cats and how the Town of Old Orchard Beach took them away. And in each case I got responses of: "It's just cats" or "I don't like cats." or "I'm a dog person, myself." or "You can always get more cats." or as WalMart Dude put it: "I don't want to hear about cats, tell me about yourself instead."
I got news for everyone of you: any one who knew what the town did to my cats AND DID NOT HELP ME GET MY CATS BACK - hasn't got a chance in hell of getting anywhere's near me, because those cats are my family, and you want to REALLY impress me, then you're gonna have to over turn hell and high water to do EVERYTHING in your power, to get my cats back.
You know what: since my cats were taken hostage, 32 days ago, I've had 3 different men, come up to me and yap on about how I'm supposed to leave my partner to marry them, and to each of these 3 men, I told them about the cats and what happened, and in each case, they brushed it aside:
One said "Well, it's just cats." Yeah, and you just shot yourself in the foot, because I don't ever want to see you again now. And I have put a curse on you, to make sure you die a long, slow, painful death, alone, tormented, with no one...because you didn't care, how much I am suffering right now, alone, without my cats. May all the fires of hell burn on you.
Like I said, all they want is the money they THINK I have. They don't care about me or my feelings and they don't give a damn about my cats.
This more persistent man, WalMart Dude, the one who follows me to the bathroom and lies about his mother...He wouldn't stop talking about himself, long enough to find out what happened to my cats. This is the single most self absorbed person I have ever meet. He doesn't care about others...he says he does, he brags about how much he cares, but really, all he cares about, is telling people he cares. When he asked how I was doing, I told him about the cats, and he told me he was a psychic and proceeded to list off various things about my life. Then he asked how accurate it was.
I smiled and (trying not to laugh) and told him it was EXTREMELY accurate. He then went on to spend 72 minutes (yes, I counted) telling me how great of a psychic he was and how very much other psychics lived in awe of his powers.
Do you want to know why I was trying not to laugh?
Because he was only reciting WORD FOR WORD the "About Me" page of my website, changing the words "me" and "I" to "you". That's why it was extremely accurate: because I wrote it, and he read on my website, memorized it, and quoted it back to me.
Then he starts telling me: "I can see you are in awe of my powers, did you know I'm a prophet of god?'
I'm in awe of his powers? Really? Wow. When did that happen? I'm sitting here trying not to roll out of my seat laughing my ass off over the fact that he actually believes I think he's a real psychic and then he tells me he's a prophet? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to sit here with a straight face while I listen to this guy?
And you want to know something else? He drives up and starts talking at 1PM. I tell him I have to go, because I do...my mother and my brother are already in the car and I'm TRYING to get around him to get in my car, but he won't stop talking and he won't get out of the way.
3PM, he follows us from Biddeford to Old Orchard Beach...and he's still talking. He sit in the driveway, until 5PM, and never stops talking long enough to take a breath.
FINALLY he says: "Well, I'm not usually up during the day, I'm a night owl. I gotta go home and get my sleep."
9PM he starts calling. I finally answer the phone, hoping it'll make him stop calling. I get this whole long pitiful boo-hoo story about pity-me, pity-me, pity-me, I'm a marine with PTSD and can't get a job, I don't want to live, my mother died, I don't have anyone, blah, blah, blah, can I buy you some coffee, I need someone to talk to.
I tell him, I need to be in court in a few days, I have a lot of paperwork to get ready...and he blubbers on with 20 more minutes of sob-story boo-hoo. FINALLY to shut him up, because he's running up my damned phone bill, I say I'll meet with him for a few minutes at McDonalds, but I'm a Mormon. It is 9:45PM, I say, "I have to put away all my court papers and shut down my computer, it'll take me at least 15 minutes to do that, then I will have to get dressed, get my car started (it has to sit and run several minutes before it'll drive, it's 40 years old), it'll be a while."
oh, and let's remember too, that I get up with the sun (5AM) and go to bed with the sun (9PM), I am NOT a night owl, normally I would be in bed at 9PM when he started calling me, and I was only still up because I had court papers I had to write up, and that I needed to get this done, because getting my cats back was IMPORTANT TO ME and if he REALLY cared about me, as much as he keeps saying he did, he would not hinder my getting these paper written for court. And told him all of this too.
This guy is also telling me he cares about me and how well he knows me. And yet it's all over my website and social networks the fact that I get up at sunrise around 5AM and got to bed at sunset BEFORE 9PM and yet, this guy, who supposedly cares about me, spends every night this week, ringing my phone, on the hour, every hour, from 9PM to 1AM, thus rudely disrupting my sleep (and proving he doesn't care about my health) (and also proving that he is too self centered, inconsiderate, and arrogant to call me at a time, when I'm actually awake) making in therefor hard for me to get things done the following day, because I'm now tired after being woken up, on the hour, every hour, all damn night long. WalMart Dude claims to love me and care about me, but he can't stop rudely and inconsiderately disrupting my sleep all night long and that tells me he doesn't give a damned about anything but himself.
The first time he called, I happened to be up late working on court papers, like I said, so I answered the phone (which in itself is a difficult procedure for me, since I have Autism, and considerate people, text me instead of calling me.)
And he's boo-hooing this sob story of how lonely he is and how much he' going to kill himself if he has no one to talk to and I feel sorry for him so agree to meet him at McDonald's, because at the time I thought he genuinly was upset (I would soon come to learn it was all a roose to get me to "go on a date" with him. (I do not like being lied to. Nor do I like that he pulled me away from very important paperwork, just to pamper his selfish, petty whims.) He says "Why don't you take a break, I'll buy you dinner, my treat."
As I said, I tell him, I need to be in court in a few days, I have a lot of paperwork to get ready...and he blubbers on with 20 more minutes of sob-story boo-hoo. FINALLY to shut him up, because he's running up my damned phone bill, I say I'll meet with him for a few minutes at McDonalds, but I'm a Mormon. It is 9:45PM, I say, "I have to put away all my court papers and shut down my computer, it'll take me at least 15 minutes to do that, then I will have to get dressed, get my car started (it has to sit and run several minutes before it'll drive, it's 40 years old), it'll be a while."
10PM, he shows up at my mother's house to sob-story and boo-hoo at her about how I "stood him up". Really? I have an XP computer, at 10PM I was still waiting for it to shut down, EXACTLY as I told him, I would be doing. I can't just drop everything and poof magically appear, 15 miles away. I'm not exactly near by the McDonald's in Biddeford, where he said he had to meet, because it was less then a mile from his place, in spite of the fact that it was a 15 mile drive for me.
Are you starting to get a since of how incredibly selfish and inconsiderate this guy is? Yeah.
And if you are asking, so why did I go? Well, because he was threatening to kill himself if I didn't.
Okay, my rhinestone car, drives REALLY slow. For starters, it's a 4 cylinder and it's a, really, really, really old antique 4 cylinder. It never went about 60 miles an hour to begin with, and now it is weighted down with 2.5million GLASS marbled that weigh...several hundred pounds. It rides really low ans squat to the ground because all that heavy glass glued to it is really heavy, and not arrowdynamic.
My car, with the marbles on it is no longer physically able to drive at a speed in excess of 45 miles per hour, and 45 miles per hour is dangerous in that car, due to the extreme wind resistance caused by the wind hitting the ridges of the marbles' edges. At 45 miles per hour, the reaction of the wind hitting the marbles, causes the car to shimmy and shake, and makes steering near impossible. So I can not drive the car SAFELY at anything over 35 miles per hour.
And I'm 15 miles away from the location where he wants to meet. That means there is no way for me to drive there are at anything less then 30 minutes, and that is after the minimum of the 15 minutes it's going to take for my XP computer to save the court documents (the affidavit I was required to send to the judge) I was typing up when he so rudely interrupted me.
It was going to take me at least 40 minutes to arrive at the Biddeford McDonald's, meaning there was no way for me to get there before 10:40PM It was 9:45PM when I told him this, and he shows up at my mom's house at 10PM to tell her I stood him up.
Yeah, great way to impress me, Dude.
I know this because my mother calls me at 10PM to find out who the hell this guy is at her door, waking her up in the middle of the night, and why he's claiming I stood him up.
So not only is he inconveniencing me on many levels, now he has gone to my mom's house, gotten her up out of bed to LIE about me to her, telling her that we are going out on a date and I stood him up, and boo-hoo, now he has to kill himself because he's a marine with PTSD, and I am so infuriated at him, that I would have turned around and driven back home, except by this point he now owes me a meal. And he did say he was buying me a meal.
Think he does what he says and buys me a meal? Think again. Did I mention this guy was selfish, rude, self-centered, and inconsiderate? Oh, yeah...big time.
When I get to the McDonald's, he gives me more boo-hoos and sobs about, oh how overjoyed he is that I didn't stand him up like the last women did...who at this point he starts listing off, starting with girls he knew in grade school.
Okay...desperation is not attractive, so, yeah, spending 87 minutes (yes, I counted) listing off several dozen old girlfriends and how, when, and where each one dumped him, is really sending off bad signals. Now, he already started off bad, by lying to my mother and claiming he and I were going out on a date.
We are Gypsies, Sugar Pie, you don't barge in on family uninvited and you don't lie to momma. We were not out on a date, I was only going there to get his mind off killing himself, and for no other reason. I was VERY offended by the fact that he was running around telling people we were on a date. I did not like the slick, underhanded, sneaky snake, lying tactic he had used to get me to agree to meet him, and then turn around and run to my mother's house to lie about me and say we were out on a date...this is yet another indication that this guy is INCREDIBLY selfish, self centered, and inconsiderate of those around him.
I don't like being lied to or lied about.
I had a hell of a lot more important things to do then sit there listening to him list of old girlfriends, and tell me he was psychic and a prophet of god, and sit there lying to me about his mother. But did he care that I had court dates to get ready for and only a few hours left to do it? NO!...this is yet another indication that this guy is INCREDIBLY selfish, self centered, and inconsiderate of those around him.
It was just one lie after and another with this man. He didn't know I knew his mother, and knew that she never did a one of those great and glorious things he was claiming she did. Then he starts pulling out family photos of his dad and talking about how his dad left when he was a kid. uhm, yeah...I know...he went to prison Dude because he murdered your 5 year old brother, that's how your mom went nuts and why my Grammy eva had to take care of her all those years. But I do not tell him, I know what his father did or the truth about his mother I just let him yap on.
He buy's coffee after coffee, for himself, buys me a .99c tea (keeping in mind here that I am a Mormon and we do have a very strict diet with includes not drinking coffee, tea, or soda, or eating meat). He asks if I want anything to eat, I tell him the only thing McDonald has that I am allowed to eat it the fish sandwich and the fries. He says "okay", Goes off, orders a big tray full of a huge stack of hamburgers and sits there eating one hamburger after another, then ask: "Aren't you going to get anything?"
Ah.
Well, let's see: What part of I am a Gypsy and Gypsy women are not allowed to carry money on them, do you not understand?
When he called me and first asked me to meet him, his exact words were "I'm buying; it's my treat." I didn't think to bring any money with me, based off the fact that he had said that to me. Again, I don't like being lied to and I don't like rude, ill mannered, people who lack etiquette or dignity. No well bred man would ever eat in front of a lady, until she food as well...this is yet another indication that this guy is INCREDIBLY selfish, self centered, and inconsiderate of those around him; he's racking up demerits pretty fast here.
I do not like people who do not have manners. Remember what I said about being an aristocrat and not liking to be around peasants and serfs? I'm not joking. I mean that. I don't like slobs and people without manners and etiquette.
This man knows I am a Gypsy, he mentions it several times, at one point claiming his mother was a Gypsy (I know for a fact that she wasn't). I do not live anything close to an American lifestyle and man, claims to have read every page of my website and all of my books...interesting, because my web site says a lot about Gypsy lifestyle, in fact most of this book you are reading right now, originally appeared as a series of shorter articles on my website, before being complied to make this book.
The I found interesting is the claim that he's read my books. Why? Well, in between all the yapping about his mother and his PTSD, he was also yapping about his "gay buddy" and made several referances using the phrase "Well you know what those gays are like" Oh, yes. Yes. I do. Yes. Yes. I am well aquainted with what "those gays" are like. Wow. And this guy claims to have read every page on my web site and all of my books.
He must have missed Quaraun series and the Twighlight Manor series. You know, the two series I write, which are pretty much the only thing I write and all the characters are, you know, gay...oh...oh...oh...he must have missed the section on my website about being a transgendered person and, all of it's many, many, many pages about, you know, being gay, living as a woman, and annoying it is for me to have to deal with American men who are looking for a vagina to fuck...but, hey, yeah, keep on telling me how you've read my books and my website and complaining about all those gay people you don't like and can't stand to be around, while simultaneously telling me that you are looking for a new girlfriend and I should leave my partner of 28 years to be with gay-hating little you.
Yeah...I take it that he doesn't know what a transgendered person is and is confused by the fact that I'm sitting here in all my pink sparkling dresses and looking like a runway model, with my hair done up and my make-up and jewely and furs, and my rhinestone car...Honey, I'm a fricking drag queen, do you even know what that is?
Oh, sure, take a drag queen out to eat and then sit there telling her how much you hate gay men. Good one.
TIP: Don't take a drag queen out to eat and then spend the night talking about how much you can't stand gay men. GOOGLE: drag queen.
May I direct you to the wiki page which explains the meaning of the flag on my car: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transgender_flags#Transgender_Pride_flag
Let me introduce you to the flags on my car: in order: Voodoo Priestess; Scottish, Gypsy, Transgendered
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I repeat: if you are going to take a drag queen out to eat, don't spend the night talking about "those gays" & how much you don't like them.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transgender_flags#Alternative_transgender_flag_designs
Notice the color? pink, pink. pink, lilac, purple, blue...now let's look at my website: https://www.eelkat.com notice anything? Like maybe the colour?
Google transgender, tranny, dragqueen, and two-spirited persons and know what it means before taking me out to eat again.
And if you read my books, how did you miss Etiole of the Twighlight Manor Series and Quaraun of the Quaraun series? My two GAY drag queen main characters, who are ubber gay to the max, screaming drag queens the both of them, either one of them making Liberace look straighter then a board.
Oh yes, and you've read every page of my website? I think you missed the ENTIRE 40 page section on being transgendered.
And then, he tells me, I should leave my husban to marry him instead? After he gets done ratting on how much he don't like the gays, and he's a real man, a macho man, a ladies man...don't lie & say you read my books & my website, then brag how macho you are because you don't like gay men, & think I should marry you. Me! Sugar Pie - if you don't like gay men, why should I leave my man to marry you? Explain that one...really, try to explain that one to me! If you hate gay men, Sugar Pie, then what are you doing chasing after me? I'm a drag queen, Honey, I don't hide that fact. Don't you know what that means?
Don't try to impress a tranny, with how macho ladies man you are and how you ain't like those gayz...and damn, you shouldn't try to pick up a woman that way either...putting other people down to make yourself sound big? only makes you small. Men who try to be big macho guys by putting gay men down to try to impress a woman are so annoying, esp when they do it to someone like me.
He kept talking about his gay friend while adding every time "we hang out but I'm not gay" and "he did blah, blah, blah, but you know what those gays are like"...yep, I sure do.
Oh yes, my readers know, what happens next - I'm so having someone do this to Quaraun in my next book.
But the nerve of this man. He hates gay men, but has read ALL my books & LOVES them? What the fuck? And yet the only thing I write is gay fiction with lots gay fuking going on. The men in my books are always fucking each other. They is horny as heck and chasing after each other all the time. The books ain't about sex, but they got sex in them.
And this guy is trying to butter me up, telling me he's read my books and thinks they are just wonderful? Hey, here's a tip for you: don't tell an author you read their books unless you ACTUALLY read their books! I'm gonna know if you read them or not by what you say about them. I mean, I did write them after all, I do know what I wrote.
I asked him, if he'd ever read gay fiction "Nooooo, wouldn't touch the stuff"...REALLY? ...and yet he claims to have read my books...good one!
He is lucky that I am a well bred aristocrate with dignety and manners. Were I crude like an American woman, I would have tossed my hot tea in his face.
NEWSFLASH: This drag queen, is not impressed. No, she isn't. And she's now going to write a book about how this sort of thing make her feel.
Throughout the night, I was reminded again and again, how utterly selfish and self-centered this man was. He talked a good talk of careing for others, but he was very much thinking only of himself, and that is one trait I very much do not like in a man.
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This man, knows me well enough to know I was only 12 years old...and, made a point of spending a full 40 minutes putting my husband down, and saying he will "help me" file charges against him and put him in prison as a pedophile, if I agree to marry him. Oh my. He never had a chance with me, to begin with, but if he had, that's the thing that would lost me right there. Gypsies put family first. You DO NOT ask a Gypsy to turn on family EVER. I love this man, I been with him for 28 years. I don't care, how much my age, irks your narrow American mind, I will NEVER turn on my husband EVER. but I won't think twice of turning anyone who asks me to turn on my family. This Dude crossed a bad line, when he said that about my husband.
So, this guy, who claims to know me SO WELL, because he's read everything I've written, is scarfing down one hambuger after another and yapping about his mother's world travel adventures, which were my grandmothers travel adventures (and I have all the travel books and photos of her at those locations to prove it), is now saying he has to smoke, and continues talking about talking to god and Jesus and being a prophet (boy does Biddeford have a lot of prophets talking to god in it because this is a completly different guy then the other two "prophets" I already mentioned). If he really had read anything I wrote about myself on my website, he would have not only known I was transgendered (and not what he was thinking I was) AND he would have known that Mormons don't drink coffee or tea or soda or eat meat or drink alcohal or smoke...and are of the belief that any person who does so is a sinner and going to hell no matter how much they claim otherwise and WE DON'T ASSOCIATE WITH PEOPLE WHO SEE NOTHING WRONG WITH CORRUPTING THEIR BODY!
The body is a holy temple of the lord, a sacred vessal and if you are stuffing it full of smoke, you are saying to god, you don't give a rat's ass about the glorious gift he gave you. And i say that, many, many,, many times on my website, on many page. I had several Squidoo lenses devoted just to that topic and he also claimed to have read my Squidoo lenses. There are no smoking signs on my car, my motorhome, and on the trees in my yard.
He says to me: "I know you don't smoke, but everyone's gotta have at least one vice."
Really? Is that what you are gonna say to god when he's telling you, you can't go to heaven because you didn't take care of the body he gave you?
This guy is quote Bible verses all night long, and yet, he's smoking?
Read the Bible jackass: The story of the man who gave the talents (a type of coin) to his servents. Do you know what that story means? No? Let me tell you:
A man had to go away on a trip, he had 14 coin. To his most trusted servent he gave 10 coins for safe keeping. To his second servent he gave 3 coins for safe keeping. To his other servent he gave only one coin. The man went on his trip and was gone for a very long time. After many months he returned. He went to his servents and asked: What did you do with the coins I entrusted in your care?
The first servent said: I took them and used them wisely and now instead of 10 coins I have 30 coins to return to you.
The second servent said: I took them and used them wisely and now instead of 3 coins I have 6 coins to return to you.
The third servent said: Master, I knew you were a hard man and greatly valued your coin, and so I took it and hid it in the dirt and but a barrle over it that no one would steal it from you. (He gives the dirty, carroded, ill cared for coin back to the Master.)
The Master says to the first servent:
Because you were good and faithful and took care of the things I gave you and made them better then they were when I gave them to you, I shall give you your own lands and your own house and your own servents and I shall return the 30 coins to you.
The Master says to the second servent:
Because you were good and faithful and took care of the things I gave you and made them better then they were when I gave them to you, though not as well as you could have done, I will make you the chief over my other servents and give the 6 coins back to you.
The Master says to the third servent:
Because you were a lazy and slothful servent, who hid the things I gave you, and corrupted them, returning them to me damaged, I shall make you a slave in the household of my first servent, and this dirty coin I will give to him, for he knows how to take care of the things I entrusted to him.
People today, often translate this story to mean, your gifts, things you are good at doing, your talents, and hobbies because the name of the coin in the story is a talent. HOWEVER, it is about ALL THINGS the Master (God) has given you, including your body. And if you do not take care of your body and return it to god in better condition then he gave it to you, he will take it away from you, and you will not be allowed in heaven, you will be a slave to the angels. And THAT is why I do not smoke, drink coffee, or eat meat, or have sexual relationships with anyone other then my husband.
Oh, and don't go waiting for him to die or for me to leave him, because I got news for you Honey, being with only one man, MEANS being with ONLU ONE MAN. If he dies, I'm not going to replace, with you or anyone else, because my body is a temple of the lord, and will not defile it, but ever being with a second man.
We are Gypsies: we don't believe in divorce, remarriage, sex outside of marriage, or ever having sex with second person - EVER.
You shit assed American lust bucket fuck heads, need to get that through your brains and leave us Gypsy women alone. Unlike you, we have morals, and we actually live them, we don't just talk about them in church on Sunday and then return to our sin on the weekdays, like a dog returns to it's vomit. We will NOT cast our pearls among your swine.
Think on that for a while: we see your perverted, lustful, sex crazed, women chaseing men as swine. And the Bibles warns us to stay away from the swine, come out from among them, do not live with them, do not walk among them, shake their dust from our feet, that it that it may not contaminate our purity.
I am not available and you American jackasses need to get that through your head. No ammount of sweet talking or giving me gifts or buying me meals or finding excuses to spend time with me, is ever going to convince me to cheat on my husband. And after he's gone, the answer is still the same. He is my mate, in the this life and the next. When he is gone, he will waiting in heaven for me, and I will not destroy our relationship in this life or the next life, just because you can't keep it in your pants whenever I'm around.
Or yeah and guess, what, telling me your horny or aching or any of those others thing: I carry a machette; you pull your cock out around me and I WILL cut it off and nail it to my front door. Don't you dare think I won't.
You men think you are being so cool, with all your stupid talk: I'm not impressed with your trashy lifestyle and immoral ways. You are we call evil.
Now granted, I only the American men who up here in the wilds of Maine. Perhaps men elsewhere in the country are not so bold as the men around here are. I wouldn't know. I've never lived anywhere else, but I can tell you this: the american men here in Maine, they do paint a pretty picture of American society. and if they are an example of what men are like in the rest of the country, they we want no part of their lifestyle. Your lewd, crude, vulgar men are too busy chasing after everyone else's wives to settle down and raise a family.
You want to prove to me you are a good family man (as several men have said to me)...guess what: when you try to convince a woman, to leave her husband, because you are "better", the only thing you prove, is that you are a home wrecker, and NOT good family man material.
Several times throughout the night I tell the guy I have to be in court this week, I need to get my papers written so I can get my cats back. He brushes it off every time with "Yeah, yeah, but..." and then starts talking about either his old girlfriends, his gay buddy that he can't stop making anti-gay jokes about, or his mother.
I point out a couple of times that McDonald's has a "No Loitering" sign which plainly states "Please leave after 30 minutes" and has a warning that they will call the police if you are staying too long. (Homeless people hunkering down in businesses is a big problem in Biddeford, so these sorts of signs are not unusual in this area.) Every time I point this out, he goes up and buys himself another tray full of hamburgers (this guy reminds me of The Cookie Monster only with hamburgers) and points out that the sign says he can stay as long as he keeps eating. That is NOT what the sign says.
A few times he asks me to tell him about myself and each time he does, I start to talk about the cats being held hostage by the town to blackmail me out of paying my taxes. Each time I say this, I get about 2 sentance in before he says, "yeah, yeah, I don't want to hear about that, tell me about yourself."
At this point I just want to punch him in the face. Because those cats are my life. They are my family, and you don't want to hear about my cats, then Buddy, you really ain't going to like me, because there is a reason people around here call me the crazy cat woman, and it's because I real like cats. Cats is all I ever talk about. I have hundreds of pictures of my cats. I paint paintings of my cats. There are cats painted on my freaking car.
You want to know about me and my life and what I do? It can be summed up in one word.
Cats! Cats! Cats! Cats! Cats!
I buy 80lbs of cat litter a week.
I buy 50lbs of catfood a week.
I buy turkeys, chickens, steaks, fish, hams, cheese, and milk, and every bit of it is food for my cats.
If you don't like my cats, then you sure as hell ain't gonna like me. There was one point in my life whyen I had 84 cats.
That is me. That is who I am.
Cats! Cats! Cats! Cats! Cats!
If you don't like cats, you ain't gonna like me, because I like cats, and like cats way better then I like people. I can live just fine without people.
But no, you don't want to hear about cats? You want to hear about me? Cats is what I do.
Cats. Cars. Comic Books. The three Cs, remember? I talk about the three Cs all the time. I don't talk about anything else.
Cats. Cars. Comics.
If you don't want to hear about cats, cars, and comics, you don't want to spend time with me, because I don't talk about anything else.
You asked me, what was going on in my life right now, and I said, my cats were stolen and I'm trying to get them back, and that's as far as I get before you shut me off ad say you don't want tohear about cats you want to hear about me? Those cats ARE MY LIFE! There is nothing else I talk about, so if you don't want to talk about cats, i ain't got nothing to say to you at all.
So he says: "Well, tell me about religion, you're a religious person."
No. I'm not. I come from a long line of religion crazed lunatics, including members of Heaven's Gate, some of whom are still alive and are now waiting for another comet, because they say HaleBop was the wrong one.
He asks: "Well didn't you go to a lot of churches?"
Not of my own free will I didn't. I got dragged to five different churched every Sunday of my childhood, more churches on Saturday, and still more on Wednesdays and Fridays. And that doesn't include prayer meetings, tent revivals, or song services. From 7AM to 11PM every Sunday we was in church. There are lots of church in Maine and I've been to just about every one of them at one point or another, because my relatives are religion crazy. And people want to know why me and more brothers WILL NOT set foot in a church today?
I want NOTHING to do with church any more. They are filling with hypacrite who sit around patting each other on the back and puffing each others pride up. That ain't church, it's just a clubhouse.
But oh, you should have heard this guy. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. Religion. For three freaking HOURS.
I got to hear how he went to Jewish Synagogs and converted to Judisim, after many years of Catholicism, then went to Seventh Day Adventisim, and then became a Buddist. And then reached enlightenment and visited god and now he's a prophet, but he likes to call himself a mystic. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. For three hours.
And then he's quoteing stuff wrong.
And then he's started reading poetry.
And then he tries to tell me he's like Edgar Allan Poe. No. He wrote Horror, lyrical Dr Suess style Horror. This guy has written long odes to religion. It's not the same thing at all. Poe wrote stories in poem format. He did not write odes to religion.
Then he tells me he's like Vincent Van Gothe, personality wise. And I'm thinking: Yow! That's scary. Vincent Van Gothe is the guy who stalked a woman for years and when she got married he cut his ear off and sent it to her as a wedding gift. He's not the type of person you want to be comparing yourself to when you are trying to impress a girl on a date, which is what he was now saying this was...and it wasn't, so I was becoming very uncomfortable with his now calling this "our first date".
This guy was starting to creep me out, espically when he was saying he was a prophet who talked to god in the same breath he was comparing himself to Vincent Van Gothe when it comes to love.
Then he starts telling me his entire family medical history, and how old everyone was when they died. He spends a few minutes bragging on longivity, and healthy stock, and how he and I would make great babies together.
Uhm...yeah...ooookaaaay.
And this guy KNOWS I'm a drag queen, so I'm kind of wondering at this point, WHAT exactly he thinks a drag queen is, because, yeah, him and I making babies together, that really ain't happening any time soon. But hey, let's let the guy talk himself into a corner and see what else he says.
My entire life revolves around those cats, and if you don't want to hear about my fight to try to get them back after they were stolen from me, then, you sure as hell don't want to be near me, because once you dis my cats, all I want to do is rip the table off the wall and beat you in the head with it. How DARE you say my cats don't matter! I realize at this point I really need to leave, because, I have a short temper when it comes to protecting my cats and I've had it with this guy asking me to tell me about me and then saying he doesn't want to hear about the ONLY thing that is important to me. I'm just really wanting to punch this guy out at this point, and though I am sitting quietly, smiling, and knodding to every thing he says, inside, I'm turning into the Hulk and bashing his brains in, and I know my limits and I'm about at them at this point, so it's really time for me to leave before I lose it and just punch this guy out in the middle of the resturant.
So, these are the thoughts going through my head as this guy is scarffing down hamburgers and coffee, in between running out to smoke. I don't know how long this McDonald's stays open, it must be a 24hr one, because it got to be 2AM and he's still ordering more burgers and coffee for himself, and I'm getting too tired to drive because it's now 5 hours past my bedtime. I finaly get up and just go out to my car, because it is obvious this guy is simply never going to let me leave unless I just walk out on my own.
This guy has been very rudly sitting he eating in front of me for the past 5 hours, so now I'm hungry, So I look to see if I have any change in my purse, I find $3 in quarters, buy a large fry for $2.79 and go out to get in my car...
Ohmigawd! The guy goes nuts!
He's been sitting there happily yapping and gulping down food, sort of "sweet and innocent" in his manner, kind of like a kid, friendly and harmless.
But OMG! The moment I go out the door and head to my car, the guy flips out and starts going major nutjob meltdown on me, screaming at the top of his lungs and making a big scene:
"You can't leave me, the last woman that left me, left me because she was gay! She dumped me for a lesbian! You can't dump me too!"
I'm really trying not to laugh as I'm thinking, and not saying out loud, Buddy, at least your last gay woman was a lesbian, not a tranny drag queen. Good god!
And, wow, I've known this guy, what, 5 hours now, and he knows I'm married, I've told him multiple times I was not leaving my husband, I will not cheat on my husband, etc, etc, etc. He's flipping out and going total nut bags on me, and he's acting like we have been a couple for decades and I'm ripping his heart out by breaking up with him...and yet, I don't even know who this guy is, he's a total stranger to me, whom I only just meet 5 hours ago!
Okay, NEWSFLASH: Just because YOU have been reading my books/blogs/sites for YEARS and you THINK you are my best friend and lover because you've read so much about me over the years, doesn't me I know a thing about you or have any clue who you are. OKAY?
You are a fan of mine. I get that. And I try to be nice to fans. I try to be friendly and talk and if they want to have dinner at MacDonland's okay, I do that. Honey - I've gone out to eat with DOZENS of my fans and readers, okay? It's just something I do, to be nice to them. It DOES NOT mean, I'm your girlfriend or that we are out on a date.
I am married. Or as married as people like us can be, given the laws of the country. I have a wonderful, kind and loving partner, whom I have been with for 28 years. I have no intention of leaving him. And when he dies, I have no intention of replacing him. I WILL remain alone.
And I'm watching this guy and listening to the stuff he's saying (all his plans for me and him to get married and settle down and have lots of babies, and raise rotweilers, blah, blah, blah...) and now I'm wondering about ALL those dozens of "girlfriends" he had listed as having. How they all broke up with him after only a few dates.
Yeah.
If all those "dates" where anything like this "date", I can see why he's had so many "girlfriends" break up with him. Of course, I'm still trying to figure out how he came to the conclusion we were out on a date to begin with, or how we got from, a first date to plans of weddings, houses, babies, ad rotweilers.
Okay, and why rotweilers? I don't even know where that came from. He just threw that in there. Him and I are supposed to live happily ever after, breeding rotwilers? What? o_0
First off, I'm not a dog person. I always have a dog, but it's always a small dog. I DO NOT like big dogs. And by big dogs I mean anything over 20lbs. The bigger the dog the less I like it and a rotweiler is a 100lb dog.
Here's the thing: I have been injured by big dogs multiple times, both as a child and as an adult. I've had DOZENS of my pets killed by a nieghbor's pack of big dogs that they refused to keep leashed.
As a child, my parents had a herd - a herd- of big dogs. I used to run in terror, as eight (8) big dogs would leap over the fence and all land on me at once. They were all friendly, but I was only a toddler. I couldn't have weighed more then 40lbs and here were 8 dogs, each over 75lbs all landing on me at once: it hurt. I was daily getting bloody noses, bloody lips, black eyes, etc. I lost multiple teeth. Several times I had a concusion from the dogs slamming my head on the ledge rocks in the yard. My parents cared more about the herd of big dogs then they did me. When the dogs jumped on me and smashed my head open and I ran inside with blood gushing down my head, face, and neck, they laughed and said "Ooooooh how cuuuute!" I've been pushed down stars by big dogs. I've had bones broken by big dogs.
I have a MASSIVE phobia of big dogs. I can't even be in the same room as a big dog without freaking out and going into seizures, caused by a massive fear of big dogs. I have PTSD and big dogs are one of the triggers.
So, for this guy to be planning our marriage 5 hours after we meet, and talking about me being his wife and helping him raise rotweilers...this is yet another indication that this guy is INCREDIBLY selfish, self centered, and inconsiderate of those around him...as if I needed more proof of this fact.
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This guy is just going nuts, screaming that I'm ripping out his heart and breaking up with him...oh good god! I guess he was right when he said he was like Van Gothe.
So I sit down on the curb and watch the guy have a psychotic meltdown, as he starts lighting one cigarette after another and drinking coffee left and right while he's screaming:
"I'm bi-polar! I have post traumatic stress disorder! I have manic depression!..."
I'm thinking...okay, bi-polar, well, I can certainly SEE that! The whole town can see it. All the customers have come out of Micky-Ds and are standing outside gawking. The workers are also standing outside. The manager is looking at his cell phone like he's trying to decide if he should call the police or not. A crowd gathers around my rhinestoned car and starts taking pictures of my car, angling the cameras so they can get the crazy guy with long unbrushed hair and dirty tobacco stained beard screaming and tossing cigarettes and coffee around.
And he's listing off one mental illness after another...
"My psychologist says..."
and
"I have 3 dozen psychiatrists!"
Oh, ONLY 3 dozen, eh? Sure you don't need any more.
And I'm thinking...oh no, not another one. This is another of of the paitents that got let lose in Biddeford after Pine Land Center shut down, isn't it? Good god! They are EVERYWHERE in this town.
But this guy is just going major nut job on me here, and he's acting like we are a couple, and this is only the second time in my entire life, that I have ever seen him. This guy is like Joel Bailey all over again. Omg! Do remember Joel Bailey? Yei! That man stalked me for years.
Damn, these men that follow me around. What is wrong with them? And why do they keep coming after me? I mean, why me? Of all the girls they could find to go after, why do so many of them run after me?
But damn, this guy was just nuts, and I'm just wow...why are guys like this always so atrracted to me?
Then, as suddenly as he flips out, he goes back to being the laid back, yappy dude that can't stop talking.
And here's where it gets really weird, the next thing he does it sits down on the curb beside me and says: "So what do you think of me? Am I cute? Sexy? Funny? Think we can go out on another date? Where you impress?"
I'm still trying to figure out how he thought this was a first date to begin with and now he wants a second date? Wait a minute? What? This wasn't a date! This was some psycho crazed fan boy blubbering that he was going to kill himself if I didn't meet him for coffee. I mean, next love-sick blubbering fanboy that does this, I'm just gonna ignore him and let him kill himself, because I don't need the stress of having to deal with this.
And was I impressed? Seriously? You act like a juvaline delinquent from Lord ofthe Flies and think I'm gonna be impressed? The thing you have to remember is: my cats have a deadline on their lives. The town is demanding randsom money or they are going to kill my cats, and when I said this, the guy said "Well, I'd like to help, but..." and then he listed off a long list of absolutly everything he could think of.
Newsflash: those cats are my children, and if you haven't got any care to help me save their live, then I don't have any care about your sorry waste of an existance at all. It's as simple as that. You REALLY want to impress me? The town wants $5,000 in exchange for my cats' lives. You want to impress me, the only thing that'll work is moving hell and earth to do everything in your power to keep my cats alive, otherwise, I want nothing to do with.
And since you asked: Cute? Sexy? No. I got a thing for clean shaven blue-eyed blonds with German accents and if you had ever read a single one of my books you would have known that.
And, you're too young for me. Part of his "sales pitch" was the fact that he was close to my own age (he is 53). Okay, let's go back to my books for a minute. Anyone who ACTUALLY knows me, knows I am insanly head over heals in love with Roderic Swanzen owner of The Twighlight Manor. A man whose age is unknown (in excess of 500 years) and is described as "looked to be about 90 years old, were he a human". He is an albino, with ghastly pale skin, and blue eyes so pale they almost look white, and silvery platnium hair, now turned pure white.
Okay, this guy, when he was in our yard taking to me, he also saw, meet, and talked to my partner. For those who don't know, my partner is not a Gypsy, nor is he an American. He is from Austria, and he's almost as white as an albino, has icey pale blue eyes, so pale they look white (even more so now that the pupils have clouded over silver with cateracts), and as an elderly man his hair has gone pure white, but in his younger days it was naturally nearly white silver blond. He's GORGEOUS! I can stare at him for hours. He is the most mesmerizingly, hypnotically beautiful man I have ever seen...and he's got a German accent. I love it! He is like, absolute perfection.
Look at the men in my books: Roderic, Etiole, Razz, Quaraun....I got a whole bevy of georgous, blue-eyed blonds with pearl coloured skin, and they are all old and ancent and speak with an accent, and there's a reason for it: I based everyone of them off of my partner.
Now that is not to say this man is not cute or sexy for someone elses's perspective. I simply have two basic types of men I am attracted to: super pale blue-eyed albinos, and Asian men, or black Asian men. If you want me to think you are cute or sexy, you have to be either an albino or an Asain, because those are the only two types of guys that really do anything for me at all. So, well, you can see why I flipped head over heels for Lord Sesshomaru right? OMG! He's an albino Japanesse man! He's the two best looking types of men in one man, I love him! And yes, I know he's a cartoon, but I still love him. But that's what is boils down to: if you ain't albino or Asian, I'm not attracted to you. I'm just not attracted to any other type of men. Sorry.
I meet this man once who was half black and half Asian, and he was soooooo pretty! I've never been able to get him out of my head, and so he's the person I designed Unicorn to look like. Unicorn is described as a black Asian man with a Welsh accent and wild long dreadlocks, because I once saw a black Asian man with a Welsh accent and long wild dreadlocks and he was gorgeous, I've no idea who he was, but as soon as I saw him, I knew I had to design a character based off of him and so I created Unicorn.
My partner once had this idea that he'd be a polygamist, but he asked for my permission. I said only if I could have an extra husband for every extra wife he got to have. He changed his mind after that. But it he had agreed to it, I would have had him, all nice and pearly albino white, and a whole harem full of Japanese and Cantonese men. I love the Bishies.
And then there is something to be said of the clothes making the man. Do notice that my partner often wears a suit and tie, and that hen not in suit and tie, he's wearing a clean, long sleeved, button front, cotton dress shirt. He wears navy blue suits and pink shirts, that beautifully match his eyes and complexion.
Clean, well pressed, color coordinated, matching his skin tone and eyes. Looks like an aristocrat. Carries himself proudly, without slouching, when he walks.
So, nope, wild eyed, long (tobacco stained) beard, long (unbrushed) haired, crazy mountain man, dressed in the miss matched rags of a homeless bum, doesn't turn me on at all.
Oh and then there is Joel Bailey. If you are one of my long time readers, you'll remember him, boy oh boy will you ever remember him. But for those of you who are only just discovering me, let me introduce you to the (married) man who was by far the most persistent and annoying of any man to ever set his sight on forcing me against my will to marry him...
(end of book excerpt...you can read more here)
Other cultures must do what the Americans requires or be punished and destroyed. THAT is the American way. We find your egotistical arrogance, you cruel insensitivity, your lack of kindness or compassion, your back-biting back-stabbing thievery, and your heavy handed bullying to be distasteful.
That is how we Scottish Gypsies see you.
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