Bad Lisa

I arrived at the court house at 9:00 a.m.

The court clerk recognized me in the hallway, and relayed to me that the defendant had arrived and was in the court room.

When I entered the court room, I was surprised to see that not only was “J” there, but also the potential father “Tom”, the friend who “J” now wanted to give Zoey to, and her husband, and her Aunt Bertha.

Seeing them all reminded me of the Gruesome’s who used to live next door to the Flintstones…

The one who surprised me most was Bertha.  I have been dealing with her since I got Zoey.  I have allowed her to pick up Zoey on Saturday’s from noon to 6 or 7 p.m., and also on Wednesday afternoon’s from 4 to 7 p.m.  I felt that she had a right to spend time with Zoey since she was the only one who seemed to really care about her.

While Zoey was with her, “J” was allowed to be present at her home to visit with Zoey also.  The case worker had given specific instructions that at no time was “J” allowed to be alone with the baby.  She had to have constant supervision.  As far as I knew Bertha had agreed to comply with that, and stated that she would never allow “J” to be alone with Zoey, or to take her anywhere.  We seemed to be getting along fine.

The Judge started by asking “J” why she filed the motion to change custody.  Completely ignoring everything that had been written about me in the actual motion, she claimed she wanted the baby with her friend so she would be able to see her more often.  The Judge then asked “Tom” how he felt.  He quietly stated he wanted Zoey with her too.

The Judge then turned to me.  I first addressed the issue that since no paternity has been established for “Tom” that he had nothing to do with the issues at hand, and his desires were irrelevant.  I then briefly described the relationship I’ve had with “J” for the past 11 years, and what led up to her leaving my home.  (These issues will be addressed in chapters 3 and 4 which will be posted soon)

Then the case worker spoke on my behalf.  She verified that “J” has consistently not shown up for drug testing, and has failed to comply with all Children’s Services’s requests.  She stated that the recommendation of dyfus is that Zoey remain with me.

The Judge asked me if “J” has given me any money to help support Zoey.  Of course the answer to that was no.  Not a cent.  And I pointed out another new tattoo that “J” had on her arm.  I explained that anytime “J” got money it was spent on drugs, alcohol, and her needs only, without a thought of what Zoey may need.

The Judge asked me if I would be willing to allow “J” to come to my house so I could supervise visitation of her and Zoey.  My skin crawled, but I agreed.  “J” chose to visit Zoey on Tuesdays and Thursdays from noon to 2:00.  Although I am not looking forward to it, I have my doubts that she will even show up.

At that point the Judge made her decision that Zoey would stay with me.  The weight was finally lifted from my shoulders and I could breath again.

Of course it was at that point the whole clan chimed in with complaints.  They argued with the Judge.  And Bertha asked if she could apply for custody next.  She was told by the Judge that anyone who is a U.S. citizen could apply for custody of her.  But made it clear that applying for custody of Zoey and getting it were two different things.  She stated that unless there were circumstances that made it reasonable to take Zoey from me, I would retain custody until “J” complied with dyfus, and got her life in order.  She also made it clear that paternity would have to established and all three men would need to apply for DNA testing.

Zoey is still mine.

I couldn’t be happier knowing she is still safe.

After our case was finished I notified the Judge that Zoey had her first doctor’s appointment that afternoon and that I needed medical history from the family.  She told them to meet with myself and the case worker in the hallway to fill it out.  “J” refused and left.

Bertha did her best to fill in the missing information.  I sat patiently with her explaining what each complicated question meant.  Such as, “Any history of heart disease in the family?”  “Any history of glaucoma?”  Believe it or not she didn’t understand what any of these things were.  You see Bertha is retarded.  Not the funny kind of retarded that most of my friends are, the real special Olympics kind.  She doesn’t drive, nor does anyone in the family, yet she wanted to be listed as emergency contact.  I explained that being an emergency contact means you may have to be there in an emergency…I’m still not sure if it sunk in.

The funniest part was when we got to the questions, “Any history of mental illness?” and “Any history of drug or alcohol abuse?”  She claimed no for both.  I looked at the case worker and without saying a word I knew she was thinking the same thoughts as me.

As nicely as I could muster I said, “Bertha…you’re whole family is addicted to either drugs or alcohol.  As a matter of fact Zoey’s mother is an addict, that is why we are all here.  And please don’t deny mental illness and mental disability.”   She looked at me with a blank expression and I knew at that moment she had no idea she was retarded.

I wish her luck trying to get custody…

On a lighter note, Zoey is now 11 lbs 14 oz.  She’s my little porker.

She is healthy, and has now finally gotten her first shots.

Zoey is on her way to becoming a happy, healthy, little girl.

Thank you for your support during this.  You have all proven yourself true friends.  And also thank you for your patience with me.  I know I haven’t been around much lately, but I promise now that this has passed I will be around to brighten your days with my filthy evil ways.  I have a fun blog coming up for myspace.  I need to let my hair down and raise some hell over there.  I’m looking forward to it.

First I want to apologize for being so behind on posting chapters.  I have been incredibly busy, and my Spring OCD cleaning has been raging.

I am not posting chapters three and four yet.  Some of the information I have in them will be used in court, and from what I understand people from my real life are reading these blogs also.  Once the next court date passes I will be able to post them.  Please be patient.

Zoey’s Story: Chapter Five.

On February 24, 2009, “J” filed court papers to request a change of custody for Zoey.  The papers were filled out by someone named “Ann” (name has been changed).   “Ann” claims she is a licensed foster parent, who is taking care of two older foster children at the present time.

Within this motion to the court was a page long explanation of the reason for this request.  It was also written by Ann, who has never met me, nor has she met any of my children.  Every reason listed was fabricated, and exaggerated to the extreme to make me appear to be a serious risk to Zoey’s well being.  Although the words were not written by J, she signed the sworn statement and was granted an emergent hearing before the Judge.

Since I wasn’t present at the hearing, I am unaware if testimony was taken.  But from the copy I received I do know that the Order to Show Cause, was denied, as not emergent.  The Judge converted it to a motion to be heard on March 20, 2009.  The dyfus worker in the case was contacted and she verified that I am taking good care of Zoey.  J did not meet her burden of showing immediate and irreparable harm to Zoey.  I was blessed with my Zoey for another few weeks.

During the short time that J lived with me in February, she mentioned numerous times how this “Ann” was angry that Zoey was not placed with her.  She condemned J for giving me custody.  J confided in me that “Ann” was receiving $6000.00 a month for the two boys she already had in her care, and that she wanted the extra money that fostering Zoey would bring her.

J also told me that the older boy, who is 14, is trouble.  She stressed that she did not trust him around Zoey and that she was afraid that if Zoey was placed with “Ann” she would no longer be able to see her.

Let me state here that I receive no financial support from the state for Zoey.  I am not fostering her.  I have full legal custody of her.  Meaning when I signed that paper she became my sole responsibility.  As if I was her biological mother, all support of her is to be provided by me.  I have nothing to gain financially for caring for her.  All I do for her is out of love.  All I gain is knowing that she is safe, nurtured, loved, and happy.  To me, those things are more important then any dollar amount.

It sickens me every day that the legal system can allow a child to be used as a pawn.  As if she has no feelings, she can be pulled from those she has bonded with, and deposited with a complete stranger in the name of Justice.  The Court follows rules and standards that have long needed a complete overhaul when dealing with children.  What is not taken into account is the emotional well being of the child.

Zoey has been with me since January.  She will be 12 weeks old this coming Saturday.  Three months old the day after I need to appear in court.  The day after her fate will be decided by strangers for strangers.  Zoey does not even know her real mother.  All she knows is that I am the one who has been caring for her for 7 weeks.  In her little eyes, I am her mother.  There is no way to explain, or prepare an infant for what may come.  These may be the last days I have her.

Not a moment goes by that this does not haunt me.  I hold her as much as I can.  I take the extra time to smell her little head so I can somehow store her scent in my memory forever.  Each time she looks into my eyes and smiles just for me, my heart breaks a little bit more.  As I pick her little lint collection from her fists each day, I wonder how she will deal with never seeing me again.  We have come to know each other like a book.  She knows that there is a consistent schedule that will be followed every day.  She knows she can depend on me.  She trusts me, she has bonded.

I know what every cry means.  Every grunt.  I know her fake cough that she uses to get my attention.  She learned that sound by hearing me cough for the past two weeks from this lousy flu/cold.  She thinks it’s funny.  She laughs at me with her eyes, and her big toothless grin.

Like I did with my granddaughter, I’ve taught her to stick out her tongue.  When she wants to play she will stick her tongue out at me, and she knows that I will laugh and stick mine back out at her.  She is learning cause and effect from our simple play times.

I know that every day, around the same time in the afternoon, she practices PMS time.  She gets incredibly fussy.  While everyone else is driven crazy, and leaves the room, she knows I will stay with her.  I do what I can to comfort her, because I know she is just releasing frustration.  Her nervous system is young, and crying is actually soothing to her.  I don’t find it annoying.  I treasure it.  My fear is someone new, who doesn’t understand her.  Someone who does get annoyed by the high pitched screeches.  Someone with less patience then me.  Someone who will shake her until she stops crying…maybe forever.

These are the kinds of things the Court wont know.  The things they care little about.  Although I will be going to Court armed with so much evidence against J, and will be able to prove her decision making skills are flawed, she is still Zoey’s mother.  Sadly that takes a higher priority then my 24/7 care giving skills.

I want to mention that “Karen” (name has been changed) our dyfus worker, will be attending Court with me.  She will testify on mine and Zoey’s behalf.  Her goal is to keep Zoey with me, but in the end the Judge makes all final decisions.  I refuse to even guess at the outcome.  I have felt like I have something stuck in my throat for over a week now.  I finally realize it is my heart.
On March 12, 2009, I received an amended Court order.  The previous order has been amended to add the “father” of Zoey in the decision making.  Call me nit picky, but I was under the impression that if there was more then one possible “father” paternity had to be established before making claim to a baby.  Maybe I just watch too much Maury…

So this “father” I will call “Tom” has been added and will also be attending the hearing.  Zoey is just about 3 months old as I stated earlier.  Now this “father” decides to “lay claim” on this precious angel.  The reasoning?  Well he must be the father because the other two men are black.  Zoey is white.  They don’t want to consider that logically, since the two other possible sperm doners are mixed race, it’s quite possible that Zoey’s skin color would be white.  Without a DNA test there is no possible way to tell who’s sperm hit the egg first.  I’ve learned I am dealing with morons of the highest caliber.  And did I forget to mention that J had told me early on that she didn’t want “Tom” to be the father because he had raped her while she was under the influence.?  I wonder if that will be forgotten in her game of pass the baby.

Let me also mention that on March 3, 2009, I filed a motion with family court for child support from J.  Could the recent amended order have anything to do with that?  Of course taking Zoey from me would end that.  Sounds like a good enough reason to buddy up with “daddy” so they can both get out of being responsible.

In all honesty, if it took me not getting any child support from either the mother or the father in exchange for Zoey’s safety, I would refuse it.  I have come to learn from my ex-husband that having an order for support is by no means a guarantee of receiving support.  I have raised my biological children without help, I would do the same for Zoey.

While I write this, Zoey is napping next to me.  Her angel fine hair is starting to grow finally.  She smiles in her sleep.  She is content.  My poor little girl has no idea just how cruel the world can be.  With all of my heart I hope she wont have to find out this week.

Here is my Zoey.

Before I go any further into what is going on now, I believe I should give you a bit more insight into J and exactly how deep I am entangled in her world.  It will also explain why I bonded with Zoey so quickly, and felt such a deep instinct to protect her.  Raising a child from infancy to adulthood is no easy task.  Anyone with children will tell you that it is quite possibly the hardest job a human being will undertake in their life.  From the minute of birth, you embark on a journey that will never end.

I can remember how bad I wanted to be a mother before my first child was born.  I was 25 years old when I became pregnant with my oldest daughter.  I had been engaged to her father who had been my first love from 8th grade through out high school.  We lived together at the time when “A” was conceived.  I had been using the birth control pill as contraception.  Although I took my pill every day there was a failure in protection.  Looking back I have to assume that the use of an antibiotic for a respiratory  infection compromised the effectiveness of it.  Needless to say I was unaware that I had conceived, and continued to take the pill and got what I thought was my period for 4 months following it.

I became aware of my pregnancy when I was almost 5 months into it.  I had been feeling strange, and had all the symptoms of being pregnant.  While I thought I was crazy I decided to take an at home test to be sure.  Back then they didn’t have the quick result tests they do now.  You had to use your first morning urine and the directions were much more specific then now.  These days you can take the test at anytime of day with which ever pee you feel deserving.  Anyway I awoke long before the alarm went off for work.  So I took a wiz into my little cup, since back then you also didn’t have the convenience of just taking a leak on the stick.  I dipped the stick for the required amount of time, set the test on the sink and went back to bed.

When it was finally time to get up and start my day, I went to check it.  Low and behold there it was.  Clear as a bell with no denying I was pregnant.  At first I felt disbelief.  Then as if it was choreographed like a sick Hitchcock movie, the pain started.  It was the most intense cramping I had ever had.  Within seconds the blood came.  At this point I’m not sure if I was in shock, but I believed I was getting my period again.  I knew the test had to be wrong.  I called work, which by coincidence was in a radiology lab in a hospital, and let them know what was going on.  They advised me to make an appointment with my gynecologist.  I made the appointment for later on in the day and went in to work.

Since radiology and the ultra sound department were both part of my departments, I spoke with the woman who ran ultra sounds and she made arrangements with me to sneak me in for a quick look into my lady parts.  Between appointments she had scheduled I drank my required water to fill my bladder, and held it until she was clear.  I laid on the table, and no sooner did she put the baby finder on my abdomen there she was.  I was definitely pregnant.  The rest of the day is pretty much a blur.

I attended my doctor appointment, and they gave me a blood test to confirm pregnancy, and sent me for…an ultra sound of course.   The ultimate diagnosis was that because I had continued taking the pill while I was pregnant it had caused a blood clot on my placenta.  This is where the bleeding had been coming from that I had mistaken for periods.  I was ordered complete bed rest, and my pregnancy levels were checked weekly to make sure they were rising, ensuring that the baby was still viable.  I also received monthly ultra sounds.  I watched my baby grow each month and begged her to hold on.  She was a threatened miscarriage for 8 months until the clot bled out.  Then 2 weeks before my due date “A” was born.  Because of the clot there were complications after she was born.  During the time the clot healed itself my placenta had grown attached to my uterus.  Since I couldn’t deliver the placenta, I was sent to surgery immediately.  As they were putting me to sleep in preparation for surgery the only thing I remember was catching a glimpse of my daughters hand in the incubator as they wheeled her out of the room.

I was finally able to hold “A” around 4:00 that afternoon.  I was instantly in love with her.  There is no other way to describe it.  I finally felt complete, and I was blessed with a beautiful healthy baby girl.

Six weeks later at my post check up, I asked the doctor if they could put her back.  “A” had colic until she was 6 months old.  She started crying the day we left the hospital and did not stop for 6 long, grueling months.  In my pre baby mind, I had pictured a cuddly little lump of baby fat, smiling, and cooing like a heavenly angel.  It had never even occurred to me that having a baby could be anything but.  Reality had kicked me right between the eyes, and finally the realization hit me that this was it, forever.  No give backs.  No refunds.  My whole life changed and from the day she was born for the rest of my life.  She became number one priority and I took a back seat.  As was the same with each of my other two children.

If only people could realize ahead of time that having a baby is forever.  It’s the rest of your living days.  I cannot instill enough into young people that you must take having a baby seriously.  Do what you want with your life first.  All young people are selfish to some extreme.  Please hold off on bringing a child into this world until your mind reaches the maturity of your body.  Babies are not toys, nor are they possessions.  They are tiny little innocent humans and you are responsible for molding them into adults.  How could you possibly take on this incredibly hard challenge if you yourself have yet to finish your transition into a responsible adult?  It breaks my heart every time I see a young mother with a baby.  I doubt that will ever change with me.

Now back to Zoey.

Five years ago when I took her mother in, I had no idea how life would twist and turn in some of the cruelest ways to bring me where I am now.  Like Kevin Bacon and the 6 degrees of separation, I was destined to know and love Zoey.  We were connected before she was even conceived in a way that even I never expected.

Chapter three will be coming soon.

I’ve decided to write these blogs in the form of an online journal to chronicle the events taking place from when I first met Zoey, until such time that documentation of her young life is no longer needed.  Not only will these blogs serve as evidence for any court appearances that need specifics of her case, but to also serve as a guide to the risks involved for anyone facing the tough choice of surrendering  your heart in order to give safety and security to a child that is not biologically your own.

For privacy purposes no real names besides Zoey’s will be used.  Zoey’s birth mother will be referred to as “J”, and the C.S. worker on her case “C”.  Any other names will also be changed to protect those involved.

This is Zoey’s story.

I first met Zoey approximately 9:00 pm on a Saturday night the first week of February 2009.  Her mother had claimed she wanted to bring the baby to my home so I could see her.  In previous years “J” had lived with me for short periods of time on and off when she had to escape her drug addicted mother, and alcoholic father.  She was a seriously disturbed, problematic teenager, and each time I had taken her in and tried my best to help guide her in the right direction, it did no good.  I was always left to clean up the chaos and destruction she left in her path.  Although I understood the root of what she had become, I also knew that no matter what hand we are dealt in life, we are ultimately the force behind the decisions we make.  We all choose our path in this life, and when we consistently make the wrong choices we are sometimes forced to walk alone.  This was the case of Zoey’s mother.

At first glance Zoey appeared to be extremely tiny.  She was thin, homely, and smelled as if she hadn’t been bathed in quite some time.  Part of me didn’t want to touch her, but the mother in me pushed through and took over.  It’s hard to even explain what was going on in my head at that moment when I first picked her up.  I knew her history, or most of it anyway.  I had heard about J’s pregnancy and the horror stories of how she lived.  Months back before I ever thought I’d even see Zoey, I feared the baby would be born, deformed, addicted, or even dead.

Zoey’s father could be one of three men.  None of which were even worth the sperm they dropped to conceive her.  J had been homeless though out most of her pregnancy.  She lived on the streets, and continued her risky lifestyle as if the baby didn’t exist.  She had no pre-natal care.  She continued to smoke pot, cigarettes, pop pills, and drink, oblivious of the fact that this innocent baby was sharing all substances she was putting in her body.  J had burned almost all bridges with anyone who would have stepped in to help.  And those who did try to help were used, and eventually they too turned their backs.

During her pregnancy, J stole a car.  She was arrested and ended up in jail for joy riding.  Still even that wasn’t enough to turn her around. It did get Children’s Services involved though.  Not that they had any effect on J to change her patterns.  Once released from jail she took back to the streets, and bouncing from house to house taking advantage of everyone she knew.

Zoey was born a week late, and was held in the hospital for 5 days after her birth by C.S.  She was tested for drugs, and treated for infection.  For reasons unknown to me as yet, she was still released back into her mothers care. J was set up in a shelter and given another chance to get her life together. Unfortunately, after breaking the curfew three times she was evicted from the shelter back to the streets.

The neglect continued.  Zoey was brought from house to house again.  Gang members, drug dealers and users, and a woman who has already had 6 children taken from her by the state.  These are only a few that I know of.  At no time was Zoey actually taken care of by J.  Absolutely no bonding took place between J and Zoey.  Her care was left to whomever was available.  To this day I have witnessed nothing that could pass for maternal instinct or mother daughter bonding.  As fast as she is picked up by J, she is quickly passed off to anyone within reach.

So that night when I held this baby and changed her diaper I immediately felt the need to nurture her.  J had brought her own father along with her to my home.  Both of them were drinking, and I learned that her father was living in a tent in the woods by the railroad tracks.  I was appalled but not shocked.  The area I live in consists mostly of people like this.  To them their lifestyle is common, to me it is disgraceful.  It was then that J asked if she could stay with me so I could take care of  Zoey so she wouldn’t be taken from her by the state.  She had outstanding warrants and was going to turn herself in.  Zoey never left my home from that point on.

I took full responsibility for her.  I cleaned her, fed her, nurtured her and loved her.  Within 2 weeks the change in her was amazing.  She was no longer this lifeless little creature.  She doubled her size, her cheeks became rosy, her eyes alert, and as if to melt my heart, she looked into my eyes and smiled directly at me.  It was easy to see that she had bonded with me, and in her tiny mind, I was her mother.  As much as I wanted her to trust me, I was faced with one of the biggest fears I’ve ever felt in my life.  I held this little baby’s life and heart in my own hands.  What would happen if one day J decided to move her out of my life.  The possibility was very real.

J would disappear every day.  Sometimes during the middle of the night.  I added her to my cell phone family plan to try to keep track of her.  I was worried that if something were to happen to Zoey while J was gone the state would take her.  I had no legal rights to her, and if she became sick, I  was not even authorized to take care of any medical concerns if they should arise.  I worried constantly and tried to explain to J about my concerns.  She seemed unmoved and suggested that I take legal guardianship of Zoey until she could get herself together.  I agreed.  A meeting was set up with C.S. and I was cleared to apply to the court for guardianship.  Getting J to court was another story.  She avoided it, she made excuses, she got high, drunk, lied, and started to become an incredible burden on myself and my children.  I got to the point I wanted to give up.

Then one morning J told me she was taking Zoey to visit her aunt who lives a couple blocks away from me.  She never came back.  I was sick with worry.  Through numerous phone calls I finally got a hold of her.  She was in the projects, high, and staying with a gang member, helping him sell drugs for money.  As much as I wanted to wash my hands of her whole mess, I could not leave that baby in danger.  I held my tongue and convinced her to let me come and get Zoey and told her she could stay with “T” for as long as she wanted.  Finally she agreed.  I left my house at almost 11:00 pm and met them somewhere to pick up the baby.  When I finally got her safely in my vehicle and was heading home, it was only then I could breathe a sigh of relief.  When I finally got home and took Zoey out of her car seat I found to my horror that she was not even bucked in.  J had just laid the baby in the seat and strapped the seat into my car.  It was the last straw for me.

That following morning I made a call to C the C.S. worker on our case.  I let her know what was going on.  When J finally returned home they met with her and questioned her.  She admitted she was not ready to be a mother.  She vehemently told them she wanted to turn custody over to me.  We made arrangements to go to court the next day.  Big surprise the next day she was gone again.

The following day I went in person to C.S.  At that time the worker had me call J and find out where she was.  The worker then told her she had to immediately to court to file the papers since she was due to turn herself in to the police the following day.  She agreed.  I picked her up and drove her directly to the court house.  The papers were filed in an emergent hearing, C.S. was contacted by the judge to verify my custody clearance, J answered all of their questions truthfully, signed the papers, and within 15 minutes I was handed my custody order.  I felt like I had just given birth.  I swear I was glowing.  Now I no longer had to worry about something happening to Zoey.  A huge weight was lifted from myself and my children.  Zoey became a part of our family legally.

Little did I know that the worst was yet to come.  I had just put myself into a heated custody battle with people who lived like animals and didn’t even have enough education to learn how to read.  The main antagonist turned out to be J herself.  And stuck in the middle was an innocent baby who for the first time in her short life had a stable and loving home.  As it had been with my own biological children, my strength would be tested as a parent.

Zoey’s story part two will be posted soon.

So, I noticed today that there is a strange silence over myspace….I have not seen hide nor hair of
Rapechester and his ugly mug.

Could it be that the arrogant cocksucker has conceded?  Should Bad Lisa back off now?  Has the
Rapechester guy learned his lesson?

OH FUCK NO   I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET YOU YEAST INFECTION

Now in all fairness, because everyone knows I am the Goddess of fair, I have to let you know
that pansy ass is not blocked from this site.  He is welcome to come and defend himself here just
like anyone else.  But will he?  Will he send his teenage hoes to defend his honor?

OH HELLS NO

Why, you ask?  Because he is a huge pussy when it comes to face to face confrontation.  The
only thing he is good at is drive by comment shitting on blogs on myspace.  What a hag.

Now, on with the blog.

As you all know Rapechester prides himself on being an expert at political blogging.  A master
debater at the top of the blogging chain   A creator of the most insipid, snooze blogs ever to hit the
interwebz.  Degrees out the hairy asshole in political sciences.  But most of all a die hard member
of the Republican party.

Then why, I must ask Mr. Rapechester, did you FUCKING NOT EVEN  VOTE???  Is it because
you are hiding out from the morality  police?  Don’t deny it you cross eyed cum bucket.  Actions
speak louder then words, and yours are screaming from the roof tops.

Let’s venture now to exhibit A, shall we?

Here is Mr. Hard on Toes voting history.

His address as of Feb 5, 2008 was

Michael T. Meggison

314 Penbrook Drive

Penfield, NY 14526-2037

Unless updates are lagging, he didn’t vote in November.

Full Name Address SSN Information

View Source Documents

1. MEGGISON, MICHAEL T(DOB: 8/1967) 314 PENBROOKE DR

PENFIELD, NY 14526-2037

MONROE COUNTY 130-66-XXXX State of Registration: New York

Party: REPUBLICAN

Registration Date: 6/12/2007

Last Vote Date: 2/5/2008

2. MEGGISON, MICHAEL T(DOB: 8/1967) 4 LAURELDALE DR

PITTSFORD, NY 14534-3508

MONROE COUNTY 130-66-XXXX State of Registration: New York

Party: REPUBLICAN

Registration Date: 1/3/2005

Last Vote Date: 11/2004

3. MEGGISON, MICHAEL T(DOB: 8/1967) 4 LAURELDALE DR

PITTSFORD, NY 14534-3508

MONROE COUNTY 130-66-XXXX State of Registration: New York

Party: REPUBLICAN

Registration Date: 1/3/2005

Last Vote Date: 11/2004

4. MEGGISON, MICHAEL T(DOB: 8/1967) 6446 S LIMA RD

SOUTH LIMA, NY 14558

LIVINGSTON COUNTY 130-66-XXXX State of Registration: New York

Party: DEMOCRAT

Registration Date: 9/30/1985

Last Vote Date: 11/1992

5. MEGGISON, MICHAEL T(DOB: 8/1967) 4 LAURELDALE DR

PITTSFORD, NY 14534-3508

MONROE COUNTY 130-66-XXXX State of Registration: New York

Registration Date: 9/12/1994

Splain dat one creepster.

Maybe you were too busy rocking 19 year old panties (TRUE STORY ) and voting just slipped your empty mind.  It’s ok though, because other then that you are a great Republican…right?

Bad Lisa thinks not.

Moving on to Exibit B:   You are a broke joke.  All of your great jobs you mentioned as your
reason for not moving out of NY are figments of your vivid imagination.  I think you don’t move
because you aren’t allowed to cross state lines…

Bankruptcies Search - Source document· New York Bankruptcy Record

Petitioner Information

Name: MEGGISON, MICHAEL T (PRIMARY)

Address: 4 LAURELDALE DR

PITTSFORD, NY 14534-3508

SSN: 130-66-XXXX

Filing Type: INDIVIDUAL

Filer Type: INDIVIDUAL

Bankruptcy Information

Case Number: 9522177

Filing Date: 09/20/1995

Filing Type: Chapter 7

Filing Jurisdiction: New York

Court: NEW YORK WESTERN - ROCHESTER

Court Location: ROCHESTER

Meeting Date: 10/31/1995

Meeting Time: 12:00 PM

Judge: JCN

Distributable Assets: NO

Corporation Flag: NO

It’s so good to know you are doing your part to keep our economy going, while you spew your
verbal horse shit at everyone else.

Doesn’t feel good to have your public information dug into and posted publicly now, does it
Barnum and Bailey?

Wanna run your cock socket a little bit more about Kelly Joe and her mothering abilities?
Hmmm?   Wanna keep accusing me of being every fucking fake profile out there?  Wanna talk about my criminal record?  Well here is smegma breath, I have a 4th degree criminal tresspassing charge, a 4th degree unlawful weapon charge, and a 4th degree terroristic threat charge.  There you have it everyone.  I’m a huge criminal because I went into a home uninvited to get my child who was being drugged and raped by gang members. And I’d do it again if any of my children were in danger. And sorry Rapechester, I don’t have a parole officer douche bag.  Although I do like to make jokes about having one. If I did have one I’m sure he would give me permission to beat the ever loving shit out of your ugly deformed mug too.

But you being a molester and all wouldnt understand what I did.  You’d be the one in the house drugging and fucking a teenager.  You make my skin crawl.

A word of advise from someone whos been there…STOP LISTENING TO NIPFUCKS ADVICE.  SHE IS A CERTIFIED LUNATIC AND I HAVE THE TEXT MESSAGES,
EMAILS, AND IM CONVERSATIONS TO PROVE IT.

Moving on.

How about we talk about how you are so ill that you cant work?  But yet, like a miracle from
the Gods above, you can sit on your ass and play myspace rectal ranger all day    Looks like
your brain is working fine to me….well as fine as a retards brain can work anyway.

Exhibit C: Legal documents.  Rapechester sues his job because he got fired for not showing up
half the fucking time. Supposedly he had a tumor… Yet if you look back on the first blog you will find many inconsistancys with his time lines and dates.  He also claimed to have a great job at Paychex in October….yet this was filed in September.

How the hell do you afford to party all the time pee-wee herman?  You are so devastated over the loss of your wonderful job?  I think you took so much time off because you are an alcoholic, little girl chaser.  I could be wrong…but I doubt it.  I wonder how much  Paychex Lawyer is going to enjoy getting copies of all of your blogs, comments, and bar party pictures.   You are a lazy fat fuck who has no desire to work.  You live off of lawsuits, and spend 24/7 crusing the internet for new and exciting things to cut and past into your blogs in the format of the BTK serial killer, in an attempt to appear smart.
Just one more fine quote from this cockless wonder:

Michael, the Rochester Guy  (can’t be bought )
“ Delusions of grandeur are usually symptons of either schitzophrenia or bipolar disease, but
more likely the former. This person sounds even more demented than Beastla aka (Bad Lice-a).
Too bad they cannot force him to wear an ankle monitor that some child predators are forced to
wear. I am also surprised he has never been given a mental health arrest because in an area like
Oklahoma, there is still a lot of worry about the mentally ill doing the unthinkable…ask the
employees of the Murrah Building. “

Posted by Michael, the Rochester Guy  (can’t be bought ) on January 12, 2009 - Monday - 12:08
PM

How do you know so much about these mental defects goat balls?  Is this the diagnosis your shrink gave you?

Now for a special treat we are going to play a little game.  It’s called photo shopped or not.  You all decided.

Original picture.

Picture he posts as real.  Hmmmm, seems to me he’s had some work done with a team of photo shoppers.

And now I will end this novel of a blog with one of the most famous quotes from the alledged Rapechester.

As I sat down to write this blog my main agenda was to tear a new shit hole for Michael Meggison, a.k.a., Michael the Rochester Guy.  (Please note that the use of his last name here is well within my legal rights since he himself has bragged endlessly about being a “published author” and he has posted under his full name in numerous newspaper articles which are widely available to the public on the internet) And I quote, “My articles have been published in the following journals: The American Genealogist, 2003 (series in three concurrent issues, New York Genealogical and Biographical Record, 2004 New England Historic Genealogical Register (Jan. and April 2005) Vermont Genealogy, 2004

But then I realized that nothing I could write could be as condemning as actually letting him speak for himself.  So I decided to let the facts come straight from the horse faced mouth themselves. All of the following quotes are taken directly from his blogs or from blog comments he has made.

Sit back, and enjoy the ride in the wild life of a self admitted sexual pervert of teens and young women.

Feel free to add any of your own that you may have.  I’ll be forwarding a copy of this blog and the comments to his ex-employer.  You know, the one he lied to and then filed a false lawsuit against.

“The Rochester Guy  Perfect Woman. Please apply if you:

1. Believe with no sarcastic intent, that shorts like this are comfortable and are fashionable wear even in church.

2. You wear pumps to the beach. Or picnic. Or bath.

3. Your skin is lith and tanned. Not leathery. Not whiter than Johnny Winter (the famous blues singer).

4. Your booty looks like the lady here:

5. You will NOT be a b*** to me.

6. You accept the fact I won’t be a b*** either. I am a man, baby, I am a MAN. I also call the shots in a relationship. I won’t be on your beck and call, I won’t buy you a f**ing thing just because you want it.
7. I will NOT put up with your mood swings, your anger management issues, your piss poor  I had a shitty day at work  shenanigans starting NOW. You hear me, Helen Reddy, hear ME roar

8. You must also learn to cook. I am not taking you to a f**ing restaurant five times a week. Not even Taco Bell.

9. I have my own friends, and family, and if YOU come from a broken home, tough shit, I have a good family and I love my family. I ain’t no momma’s boy, but get used to the fact I will spend some quality time with my family when time permits.

10. Dress hot. I mean, dress like the girl above. lol”

*This is how kind he is when he speaks about his “loving” family:

“One second cousin Alisa is a hippy nutjob living in some backwater area of Maine with her husband, concerned about their  privacy  but has a massive website laden with pictures of all their kids. This woman is the paradigm of where  narcissism  came from. She is no looker (I guess my own looks come from my mom’s Italian side) but needs to let everyone in earshot know of her many boyfriends she had over the years (believe me, Brad Pitt does not need to lose any sleep). She makes sure everyone knows her degrees, her awards, and her brilliance and great success with men even though she thinks Max Factor was an actor on Barney Miller. Get a life, man, or woman”

*Admitted liar:

“BTW folks I am a liar, but being a cheater and philanderer are redundant terms so it is like saying a homosexual person is so gay and queer. LOL”

*Can you say pig? My kid was born in the 80’s:

“Many of my friends now were BORN in the 1980s”

*Hmmmm, could this be one of the reasons Rapechester is so bitter?:

“I never went  all the way  in high school. I kissed a lot of girls, made them cry, and they made me cry…sometimes sob (getting kudos for my alpha male revelations). I did not even get close at my senior prom, mainly because I took as my date a girl who I broke up with a month before, but because she would not give me back my ticket, I was forced to go to that disaster and endure constant reminders of a bad moustache and tux I wore that hallowed day in 1985

*Oh those horrible Mother’s Against Drunk Drivers.  They ruined Rapechester’s good time:

“They looked stunned that I would not know what they meant and asked me,  have you been in a bar yet?  I sheepishly said NO because the drinking age, thanks to the assholes in MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) made New York state a 21 and over state for drinking.”

*So Rapechester was impotent   Well that certainly explains some of the bitterness:

“ I was naked except for my socks. I was trying to get  soldier saluting  to occur, but I got too nervous and it fell asleep. The poor girl said softly  don’t be so nervous, I will get it to work  and in the next bed Jim and Kim started hysterically laughing going  you two are the most pathetic couple of lovers on earth   Well, the girl tried everything under the sun and Mike Jr did not jump up and greet the crab.
I took the bait, ran out and got to my dorm where a group of men were STILL UP at 5 am and asked me  dude, did you get laid?

I said  yeah of course I did.

Unfortunately, Jim and Kim had big mouths and I was the laughingstock for weeks in my dorm. Jim told the whole world, and ladies would rub my shoulder in classes and say

Mike I heard.

I said  heard what?

I heard you couldn’t get it up .

I said  where did you hear that?

I found out it even made the personal section of the college newspaper.

Enraged because I also found out Cynthia was making fun of me in her dorm, I took out a personal for the college paper.”

*Too much information, but proves my circus freak theory:

“ I have a pinky toe on my right foot that basically sticks up like it wants a table scrap….it does not sit down. It is erect and it is a physical deformity that all FEMALE generations of my agnate (mother’s mother’s family) had since at least my great great grandmother Olimpia Lambrosa Famularo (1876-1960). I had the luck of being the first MALE with this deformity. Hey it could have been worst.”

*Awww, the poor baby is clearly just misunderstood right?:

“I never want to hurt or humiliate anyone in these blogs. I don’t intend to call people out, just eloquently express my point of view and invite responses which either agree or disagree. However, if I see hypocrisy and wanton self righteousness, I will deflate the egos but without a malicious edge. Satirists and parodists have performed these functions since the beginning of our republic, and I consider myself merely an extension of our rich heritage of wordsmiths.”

“I like Stephanie and do not want people doing things to her or her friends  on my behalf.  That is not what I endorse or condone. I will only work on my own behalf. I want those who want to attack her because of my own personal feelings to knock it off. I am not in the business of blogging to cause hard feelings. I guess I am not fit for  going for the kill.

*Please refer to the previous comment where he states that he is a liar:

“Like any human being, I am sensitive to criticism but as a blogger I must take straightforward, even harsh, views of my work. If I am to go into a mode on another person’s blog, I must be able to take the bitchslaps on my own blogs.”

*Human deformity number 2.  And I must tell you Michael, it’s not slight in the least bit:

“I have a slight crossbite in my mouth. In fact, except for the period from 1977 to 1980 or so, I have never been able to properly close my mouth. I had a dental plate put in my mouth in 1974, and wore one, along with braces, all the way until 1977 when my parents were told my crossbite was cured and I would never wear any dental paraphenalia again  Little did I know that around 1979, when I was a student in Catholic school, I felt my jaw crack in class and from that point onward, my mouth had shifted gears once again. Now, it is hard to tell I have a crossbite, only when you observe my mouth from the side of my face.”

*Oh the bullshit   It’s almost killing me:

“These are discussion blogs, not places to demoralize and insult those who you do not agree with or even like.”

“ But I no longer am interested in calling people names on a blog named after me.”

*Deformity number 3.  So many reasons to make you bitter you cunt:

“I was born with flat feet, but some time in my 20s, arches almost came magically on my feet, and I now make a normal footprint when I walk around. I used to have corrective arches ( cookies ) put in my shoe when I was a kid, but for some reason, they eventually did the trick.”

*   Deformity number 4:

“I had a wandering eye (called in medical terms a  strabismus ) that was hard for people to detect than other cases of it (it was not flying all over the place like googly eyes), but it was affecting my vision (I had bad double vision). I had an operation in 1997 to fix it and ever since, I have never had a case of double vision again).”

A WANDERING EYE YOU SAY?  BWAHAHAHAHAAHAA, NO WONDER YOU GET ALONG SO WELL WITH NIPSUCKS

*So funny   You are a pervert   And I wouldn’t recommend giving anyone the eye…you only have one good one creep:

“ I mean, my credo has always been…if you were alive before ’75, the Rochester Guy won’t give you the eye.”

*Here Rapechester gives us women pointers on how he wants us to dress.  Personally I’m throwing out all flip, flops, miniskirts, and all of my studded belt collection:

“For the ladies, take notice now, if you want to impress the Rochester Guy
Cute flip flops showing nail polish….COOL
Miniskirts, f-me boots, cleavage…. always cool
Champion brand sweatwear, that is not clingy
Women who wear studded belts with their jeans….COOOOOL
Ankle bracelets…always cool (toe rings are an added bonus)”

*Now a lesson on the only women he seems to attract.  I didn’t notice him mention the ones that still suck their binkys:

“I tend to attract these types of women:

1. Women deemed  way too young  for me by family and friends. I had dated a waitress who was age 22. I have went on dates with college girls. But the college girls are educated and know things and can hold good conversations. The waitress was cute. I plead guilty. I like the young hard bodies. Sue me. When I was in college, I was dating a lot of the high school local girls (all above the age of consent, people ).  Hey I was a guy who used this rude ryhme to describe my dating patterns: You will  never catch me alive with a woman born before ‘75  That did not go over well with the women born in 1974.

2. Women who don’t want commitment. The next time I hear a  men don’t want a commitment  joke or slam, I am spitting in their face. I would love a long-term relationship to turn into love or marriage. I have seen too many women just as bad as men when it comes to relationships.
3. Women who are  party girls.  Yes, all they worry about is Friday or Saturday night and getting wasted. They are usually the best girls sexually, but sex is not something I think about 100% of my day (it is 82.4% of the day for me exactly, if you really want to know )
4. Angry women (a.k.a. LIBERAL women)….women angry at the world…and are closet feminazis. For some reason, I cannot attract conservative women, for the life of me, but liberal women tend to LOOOOOOVE me.”

*Oh fucking puke you freak.

*Bragging again Michael?  I thought that was what you hated about your cousin?:

“The New King of Romance? This blog just hit NUMBER ONE in the Romance & Relationships Category for November 29, 2008. That means I beat Stephanie, I beat Dating Tips for Men, I beat Super Jabs…so where are the marriage proposals, ladies????????”

*Now, here is a question from his extensive fan base:

~La Principessa~ asks:

I don’t know if anyone’s asked this already, I haven’t read the comments. But…how do you stay looking so young?

*And fat boy is willing to help us all out with his usual vanity:

“Thanks for the complements, when a cute sober woman compliments me, it gives me a lot of smiles and an ego boost for at least a week. Hey, if it helps me get teenaged jailbait chicks I love looking young.”

Let’s all get a tissue and shed a tear for the rough life the poor queer has.  Maybe another reason for your bitterness Michael you goat faced, waste of human flesh:

“. My most difficult problem I have had to solve? There are problems I had no imput in (my health) and problems I created (either solely or with another individual). My health issues are difficult to solve. Having what I had took 12-14 years out of my life, so I am pretty mad about losing those years and possibly the potential to meet and marry someone, but I still luckily date. Doctors and endocrinologists are presently getting those issues under control. In my own created problems, I repairing my relationship with my father has been the most difficult. I had forgiven him for several things, including us moving to a hick area from the city in 1978, creating a lot of cultural barriers for myself and my sister, and his marriage to my late evil stepmother, Sue, who died of cancer in 2000. I refused to go to her funeral, I hated her so much. But the past is the past. We made amends and awkwardly agreed to get to know each other after years of estrangement. I go to breakfast with him once a week, and we call and email each other frequently, but he is an odd man who is hard to get to know and someone who just is detached from the world”

*It’s a scary thought, but what if Rapechester was videotaped for 24 hours?:

“If I was videotaped for 24 hours, I would mug so badly that Robin Williams would cringe from my actions. My annoying habit of saying  you know what I mean?  ala Verne (Jim Varney) is a bad one I need to change. Picking my nose is another bad one, and Rebecca harps on it constantly.”

*Rebecca     How terrible of you to harp on poor, dear Michael and his nose picking problems

*Rapechester as the tough guy.  Also contradicting himself yet again.  Which is it Michael?  To flame or not to flame?:

“Tripping the MySpace Flame Fantastic
Category: MySpace

Folks, is it me, or are the number of people who just want to pick fights with others on blog comment pages at epidemic levels lately?

I actually enjoy being flamed.

Folks, don’t screw with me and your lame libelous accusations when flaming over a post on hooker sprees after a woman divorces. I will have none of that, dammit. I give it as good as I get it so really think hard before you want to out-asshole me, because I will be the bigger asshole (with a cerification from a licensed proctologist) and louder bang in the blog.

Scott, you have no friends, no one likes you, you smell bad, you reek of your body odor and open sores, and your momma dresses you funny. And you are a fool. Did I mention you are also a stupid dumbphuck?

I first encountered this fucktard on The Mad Goat’s page, where BOGART lectured me as to why Goat is so loved. Hey Bernie Ward boy, I am a subscriber to Goat, you stupid piss stain, STFU, ignore my posts, or I am going to open up a can of cyber whoopass and make you wallow in your own body secretions if you fail to respect the great, wonderful, modest Michael the Rochester Guy  IMMEDIATELY  You have been warned, dung nugget.

*Once you  dated someone almost your age.  She couldn’t stand you either.  So what did you do Michael?:

“I went back to the 18-20 year old chicks very soon after.”

*Here he is with some more 80’s fashion advice to us dull women who actually live in 2009:

“trek up to Rochester in my favorite getup for her to wear: hot fishnets and Bebe brand HO clothing.”

*NO    Say it ain’t so Rapechester     You desperate??  That is just so hard to believe:

“I am 41 years old, but I generally date women from ages 22 to 28, and if I am especially desperate, will consider 29 year olds.”

*So Michael, what do you have to  say to all of us who think you should get a real life:

“. I have been accused on occasion of taking MySpace too seriously and have been implored by my detractors to  get a life.  Hey dude, my life is working hard in my 40 H.P.W. job, writing, reading, downloading cool music illegally from Limewire to my iPod, meeting chicks, and clubbing. And MySpace.”

*More flaming fashion advise:

“It helps that they dress scantily and show a lot of leg and cleavage.”

“CHICKS IN DAYGLO PAISLEY MINISKIRTS, white fishnet stockings, white knee high go go boots and wearing sexy eyeliner and eyelashes. But that was not the main purpose

she is a very youthful 44 and skinny and good looking…and was dressed like a ho, just my style  ”

*How’s your bodily fluid function creepy?:

“I sweat a LOT. I mean, I sweat profusely and I look disgusting after a few dances.”

*You dance?  What kind of dances do you perform Michael?:

“I love grinding, I did not know people over 40 could grind.”

*Tell us fruit fly, what is your favorite outfit:

“I dressed like a pimp, which means I portrayed men who are entrepeneurs who help women find occupations that help our workforce in valid ways. LOL
I actually made out with a Sarah Palin lookalike that evening, anything to help the GOP ticket

I needed to Barack her world. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Saturday, November 01, 2008 - 9:00 PM

*OH Shit     That is a real LOLLOLLOLLOL You are the man dude

*Again, you are a walking, lie thorough your horse teeth, contradiction:

“I love to stereotype though, it creates drama and conflict and that is somewhat what makes my cyber life fun. lol”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Saturday, November 01, 2008 - 9:09 PM

*Tell us again Michael, what is it that you do with the ladies?  Is mackin’ and snackin’ in the Urban dictionary???:

“To tell you the truth, and I say this openly, the only criteria for mackin’ and snackin’ on the ladies that night.”

*What is your favorite time of year fat ass?:

“Halloween is always the best time for me, I don’t want the treats, I want the tricks. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, November 02, 2008 - 8:58 AM

*Michael, what are your political views again?:

“I like a conservative who can get down and boogie”

*Oh didn’t we all love this song?  And holy shit  You have as many songs as Stephanie has readers

“I haven’t liked any Spears music since  Oops I did it Again  and nothing of hers is on my iPod, out of 6700 songs to choose, BTW.”

*What do you say to those who accuse you of being a womanizer?:

“I don’t consider myself a womanizer as I consider myself a sampler at a smorgasbord. I am very non-judgemental, because hotness is all a state of mind. lol”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, November 02, 2008 - 5:14 PM

*If given the chance for a real relationship sicko, would you jump at the opportunity?:

“The only thing I am considering jumping in the presence of those women are their bones ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, November 02, 2008 - 5:15 PM

*So from what I understand you have homosexual urges.  Is that true?:

“I won’t divulge anything more about the female Gene Simmons except I asked her to keep the makeup on. LOL   I know I am a sicko ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, November 02, 2008 - 10:57 AM

*Tell us, when you had that private lunch date with George Bush and Bill Clinton what happened?:

“Between my smooches and tongue action, they DID express a certain contempt for Obama and the Democratic Party. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, November 02, 2008 - 5:08 PM

*What kind of young victims to you expressly seek out Chester the molester?:

“The best one’s are minister’s daughter’s, policemen’s daughters, military brat daughters, or politician daughters. Agreed ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, November 02, 2008 - 5:09 PM

*Let me hear how you would compliment a lady you crack head:

“Yes GWAR woman, I know you are indeed a party animal, so there are exceptions to the rule  In fact, you probably could drink me under the table, I bow and give props to a hotty liberal who can get down.”

*Could you please use some of the terminology that your black relatives use in the ghetto:

“ Chris, it is so obvious being a liberal embraces all aspects of suckdom; who needs that…the left has so many bitter angry and snotty people, being right IS right  Ya heard dat ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Monday, November 03, 2008 - 12:26 PM

*Well I think it’s time to end this interview skank chaser:

“Then I hope you forgive my friskiness…but I DID buy you a sex on the beach and a couple of shots of Schnapps ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Monday, November 03, 2008 - 3:01 PM

*Tell us more about that Gene Simmons tranny you had sex with:

“I will be a gentleman as always, my friend, and just say with a naughty wink in my eye that I asked her to keep the makeup on.

LOL…I know I can be a real sickee sometimes. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Monday, November 03, 2008 - 8:53 PM

*Since you are so hip with the teens, tell us, what are the cool kids calling pot these days?:

“You were in Amsterdam? Now that sounded like a lot of fun  I betcha there was a lot of  herb  at those parties. I am sure the city was one big contact high. lol”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Tuesday, November 04, 2008 - 2:29 PM

*How did you get your most recent data entry job Michael?:

“I did interview a couple of them from my backseat of my car. LOL All conservatives. :-)”

*Tell us pig guts, how did your last child molesting session go:

“My $122 dollar date with Jill McC, a very cute Buffalo State student, ended with me taking her home and givingg her a big kiss goodbye. The date went well, but she dropped the bomb that she was leaving for Korea in December to teach for a year, then she was going to Brussels, Belgium, to do the same thing. I was very sad because I liked Jill. Yes, she was 23 and I am 41, but we connected so well and I really enjoyed our banter. But I had to be realistic.

So, kind of elated and sad at the same time, I decided to go to my new favorite  hangout : Chippewa Street in Buffalo, NY.

Last Saturday night on Chippewa Street in Buffalo, I was at the club Bayou, where I met some ladies celebrating the birthday of Karly, their friend…it was her 21st birthday. I usually do not initially offer to buy women drinks anymore, but this being her 21st, I bought her a drink. We chatted a bit, and she was pinching my butt, caressing my back with her hand, and then leaned over to kiss me (no initiation by me at all).

We started to PASSIONATELY make out, tongue and all, in front of 100s of people. I was quite buzzed, she was probably drunker than me, but we were both verry drunk (I already had 2 bottles of Zinfandel from my date in me). She put her leg around me as we leaned against the bar area and started thrusting each other.

It happened so fast  I could not believe at 41 I was making out with a woman ½ my age
Her friends started to pry her and I apart and told me to leave her alone  Geeze. But then she came back to me 4 minutes later and planted another one on me. I leaned her back and she went backward, and she exposed her breasts to me in front of everyone  I asked her if she wanted to go to the couch, so I helped her over and planned to just talk to her. She grabbed me and then we went at it heavy on one of the couches at the club, as she and I were liplocked.

Then the bouncers yelled at me and told me I was taking advantage of her…and a clubgoing man, fat and bald and with his drinking buddies, went  she doesn’t like you   I said,  jealous you arent’ getting any, Mr Clean?  And we stared each other down for a couple of seconds until the bouncer told me to behave or leave.

But there were at least FIVE other couples doing the same thing or WORST at this club, in varying stages of drunkeness, so I felt unfairly singled out.

On Monday, I asked several male buddies if I was taking advantage of the girl, knowing BOTH of us were drunk. The men all said yes, citing  I was a lot older than her.

I am so sick of that. I am attracted to women in their 20s, am I a bad person? It is not exactly pedophilia to date or have sex with a woman old enought for drinking.

I am confused…

did I do the wrong thing?

Please women, do not be judgemental to me, do not drop me from your friend’s list because you think I am a pig, but understand my circumstances. I am tired of Stephanie and Dating Tips for Men telling me I am interested in women too young for me. I tried to find people my own age and cannot do it. I failed. So I am going this route and I am doing better.”

*Well, that sounds kind of obscene to me:

“So don’t pull moral superiority with me ”

*Have you ever noticed how much you speak about young girls?  Could it be maybe an obsession?:

“Yes I do bring up age all the time. I may even feel a certain way because of life experiences, and how I came to my conclusions and feelings. I am a PROUD Gen X dude. I was born during a great time in history, the summer of love, and I have a great time in the 1980s and most of the early 1990s.”

*You claim you hate this flaming of you Satan. Even threatening to drop friends if they don’t protect you.  How do you explain your reaction to this?:

“I do put others down if they attack me first. If you look at my friends through (all 574) they come in all sizes, ages, looks, genders, and other features. Thus I do not judge a friend by their appearance. But if I am called a name, yeah, expect some flack from me. Don’t jump in the mud if you do not want to get dirty. Disagree with me civilly, but if you call me a name, anything will be game then. That is the rules I live by here. Be nice, be civil, but if you violate those rules, be prepared. Get a set. And expect it to come…but soon.”

*Hey biscuits and gravy gut, why do you tell so many different stories?  You constantly contradict yourself:

“Contradicting comments? I was drunk at the time I was with Karly. Some details come back to me, some I re-enact because I forgot some details and it affects the narrative, and because I have ADD, I have a hard time with short term memory. There was no lying in fact in any of my statements…some of the dialogue I improvise to make it along the lines of what was actually said, but since I did not have a tape recorder handy, I do try to remember as accurately the incident as possible. I do not consciously change details because the basic mechanics of the story are true and factual.

Calling me on a few changes in details, and timeline, is indeed sad and pathetic, and not the actual incidents portrayed in my blogs and comments.

So you are wrong in all counts. But thanks for playing ”
Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 3:32 PM

*Is there anything you’d like to say to the females out there?:

“You are the most unhappy woman on earth. Why bother commenting when your own wretched life speaks for yourself?”

*So pansy ass, what do you tell your mother when she tells you that you are a whore with HIV?:

“If you were good looking, I may actually be hurt by what you stated to me. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 2:38 PM
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*Give us a comeback bucky beaver, that would show how mature you are:

“You have a nine year old child? What happened to you and your husband? Was it maturity to cause your divorce?”

*Let’s hear how you would prove a point to someone diaper sniffer:

“Lisa is a fat, petulent person who goes from blog to blog insulting people and calling them names. I can send you some of her greatest hits, from DaniDe’s blog, but why bother when your paradigm is set in stone?

Nothing was reinforced. I proved you wrong. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 3:36 PM

*Tell us what you don’t like and would NEVER do on myspace:

“I am sick of people, once they get into a tussle on one blog, decides to go to OTHER BLOGS to continue to pick a fight with someone. THAT to me is immature. January is not on my friend’s list, or is a subscriber to my blogs. She came here to cause trouble, that is all.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 7:13 PM

*Cough, bullshit, cough:

I am willing to kiss and make up; I am not a vengeful person and I will publically apologize if we can just leave this crap behind, and if you actually weigh in on the topic of this blog. I don’t carry grudges.

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 24, 2008 - 8:44 AM

*Tell us again what kind of gentleman you were with that highly intoxicated 21 year old:

“Thanks Katie for the feedback  I would never leave with a girl in that state, to me, it was innocent making out and innocent couch grinding, innocent breast exposure. It was all innocense I tells ya

You know, innocent 1950s style petting, sort of like Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver used to do (sometimes with Beaver walking in and gasping as Wally spirited him away from the kitchen table where it was taking place).

Hey, I am not too far from the Mistake on the Lake  They don’t have the Rock N Roll Museum around in your city for nothing C :-)”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 6:16 PM

*So no nutz, what is your opinion of what is wrong with you?:

“There is a lot of  Peter Pans  among men these days. It is the Failure to Launch Syndrome from the Matt McConnaghey movie of the same name. I could never imagine living at home after age 18, never mind age 41. I have always paid my own bills, I have always paid for my leisure and necessities. It is just to me, part of being a responsible man. It seems though that women will settle for these idiots as long as they are  bad boys  or men with a dangerous edge to them. I have been on enough blogs by the Mad Goat or Stephanie to know that this is what many of them want. I think I am more a  nice guy  with an edge than anything else

*Again, why don’t you date anyone your own age in your opinion?:

“Adrienne, I have attempted to break into your bracket, with little or no success. I want an educated woman, a woman with ambition and success (personal, not neccesarily monetary), and a woman who likes the same stuff as me (music, art, travel, and movies). I am known as  one date Michael.  I always can meet someone and they will give me a chance at a date with them, but I guess I can never get that second date. I read enough dating books to know what to do RIGHT (do more listening than talking, be gentlemanly, laugh, and have a good time) but it never seems to pan out.

I do hope you read this one. I like the feedback you gave me as well ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 3:44 PM

*So predator 3, while school is in session and no kids are about, I understand you will pick up crack whores from the corner, or a passed out gay man:

“I know, I got to be more private in my showing of affection. What two bottles of Zinfandel, 2 Long Island Iced teas, and a couple of shots of Schnapps can do to me ”

*How do you define a real woman?:

“Nice to see a pretty lady who dates older men  I think women of 21 now are much more sophisticated and wiser than the 21 years olds I knew in 1987. Back then, they were teenagers in mind and spirit. The ladies now are true women in maturity and stature. I for one, like the maturity of these ladies since I am an immature goofball.”

*Don’t you think it was a little foolish to molest a drunk girl in public with witnesses?:

“I shall heed your advice and be more inconspicuous next time I have opportunity for amour ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 6:36 PM

*In your opinion Creepchester, what is the greatest discovery ever?:

“ Chippewa Street is amazing, you would not believe it…it is a mainly Polish and Italian section, so there are beautiful blond, and dark Sicilian complexioned ladies, all in their little minis and heels, all out in packs to have fun  I have been to other college towns like Boston, but this is even better than Boston, the clubs stay open until 4 am   ”
Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 6:42 PM

*Don’t you feel even a little gross for taking advantage of a drunk young girl?:

“It only seemed to gross out the older men who were drowning their miserable work week in beer, from my point of view. LOL

I think it was all about having fun, within reason. The lady had her friends to watch her, I had the bouncers and the women from continuing my amourous exploration of her exterior  It was a wild evening, and to think I was so crestfallen for the date leaving for Korea next month ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 7:10 PM

*Were you concerned for her mental state when she finally awoke and realized what was done to her?:

“It was her 21st birthday, so I don’t think she was too embarassed because bad behavior is expected on that day. I know so many people who did far worst on that day.

I know she had a lot of friends watching her, and although I never intended to hurt her or put her in a situation which violated her, I was in the throes of passion and nothing makes a man feel so virile as a younger woman coming onto him. It just happened, and for a brief moment, I felt like I hit the jackpot.

I think the only people really ticked off were the older men who were all to themselves watching the Bills or Sabres on the TV. I am sure they were bitching about their wives or something and got a little pissy I was getting a little fun while they drowned in their Coors.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 7:22 PM

*So you mentioned you like the show The Facts of Life, tell us why:

I liked Jo, she was the tomboy, but she also had a nice rack

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 10:49 PM

*Ok Tubby, what are your goals for the future?:

“Thank you Mel, I want to be in your shoes eventually, but until then, I want to have fun and enjoy life a bit. I lost a lot of weight and I feel good about myself, so I am going to always exploit what I have left of my youth because you can never regain it again ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 7:34 PM

*I understand you have a restraining order on you from that little incident. Are you going to obey it?:

“I have Karly’s number  I dialed it and it voice mailed to her name   Hi this is Karly…  I always call the women I made out with the night before, but many of them say  I am so embarassed, I can’t believe what I did   I feel like saying  I was embarassed as well, let’s do it again  LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 7:47 P

*Honestly maggot, what do you think of the show To Catch a Predator?:

“Thanks Terry, I think age gaps are really played up as horrible things in the media, as if you are robbing the cradle, but people are not ages, they are of all maturity levels and points of view, and I think relationships can work IF one wants them to work. It all comes down to meeting the person who synchs with you the best  I am inspired by that information you gave me, thank YOU ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 7:55 PM

*Is it true that you once searched through a passed out girls purse to get her private info?:

“She gave me HER number…it is a 315 number, she was either from Syracuse or she was a hick. In Rochester, a  315  is hick because the majority of them come from Wayne County, supposedly the most backwater county in upstate New York. But hey those country girls, ya know…LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 8:24 PM

*You claim you NEVER molest anyone under 20, is this true?:

“The problem is, there has been more than a few times I made out with women in bars that turned out to be under-aged, because of fake ID’s. It is a dangerous game in bars, and if the gal is dressed hot, I usually throw all logic out the door and all responsibility under the billiards table. I am just glad to know the ladies I have been with are at least legal in the statutory sense ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 8:55 PM

*You seem extremely insecure, how do you explain this?:

“I really liked this woman I met on Friday at the dance, she was 30 and never married and no kids, but she decided at this time she was unable to commit to a dating relationship. It is damned hard. How will I know when she is ready? How will I be able to thwart another suitor from winning her over when I am not around? You see, with the 20 somethings, the competition is not as fierce to me.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 8:59 PM

*So really what you are trying to say Manson, is that you are just misunderstood and really cant get a woman because you are still impotent:

“I have done that metamel, in fact, the date I had that night was with a woman I met at that same club, Jill, who is a very interesting lady. She got to meet all the Buffalo Sabres and Buffalo Bills because she was friends with a lot of club owners. She sat next to Mick Jagger in Toronto and watched him snort lines  Jill is also very smart and works hard…waitresses at the Cheesecake Factory 4 days a week, and goes to school at the University of Buffalo. But she is going to be leaving in December. I am so heartbroken. She is 5′8  barefoot, slim, nice eyes, Keri Russell style curly hair, long legs, and smart. So I do get numbers, this was a very reportable event because it does happen to me (hooking up or nearly hooking up) but not all that often ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 9:57 PM

*You come across as someone desperate for acceptance, and you can only find it through child like young girls.  How do you respond to giving all of us women the creeps?:

“I have never been a misogynist. I do like women, but I don’t like the attitude of women my age. Many of the women are pretty damn bitter if they WERE married, and the women my own age who are married damn well won’t have me as a friend because they have husbands who don’t trust them hanging out with a single guy. That is the way MEN are all the time.

I am getting the vibe from you that you don’t like the idea of older men and younger women. If you think you were a trophy it may be because you had very little in common with him. Maybe it was his MONEY you were interested in the most. That is how it works for most women who are in those relationships…they think the guy is loaded.

Most women know I work for a living, but am not rich. They know I am a working Joe but can offer a lot of fun, laughs, and a very good conversation.

If women are designed to be relational, I should have been doing a lot better as I am always told I am a CATCH…by married women or women in a relationship, of course.

I am well edudated, a published author, featured in newspapers, written up in journals, have always worked, has steady money, is knowledgeable about music, politics, history, movies, and guess what? Women my age don’t give a shit. They are more interested in what my salary is, and if it is not enough to keep them in Prada, I am shit to them. I have tried singles dances for people MY OWN AGE and never do well, and I really try hard. I get burned at each one if I stayed trying to meet these women my age, I would be depressed all day long wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. I refuse to worry about that and hit myself about what I am doing wrong. Maybe it is THEM and not ME. It is THEIR loss.

As for  creepers  at clubs, if I was fat, bald, or grey haired, you may have a point. Ah, I don’t look 50 and some older men are at that club who look way older. If you feel sorry for me, I think it is more envy because I can do it…and it all comes down to the old Gene Simmons saying:  why do you date women so much younger than you ? Answer:  Because I CAN   :-)”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 10:12 PM

*Tell us post op, what makes you so very bitter?:

“Kelly, I have explored this area on other people’s blogs and it comes down to availability. There is just not a lot of women who are available my age. I wished I married at age 25-30, but I also had a serious illness which made me unable to do much except work (I had to ride the bus to work because of the medications I had to take) and go home. I also went from 175 lbs at 5′ 11  to over 300 lbs in less than a year. No way would I even consider asking anyone else…and to boot, it was a total misdiagnosis and the doctors were sued for the mistake, so I made out $ wise as a settlement, but they could not give me back those 10 years. I finally lost most of my weight and now I look better, and finally women are paying attention to me. Yes, I judge women on their looks…and you know why? Women judged me on MY looks…and for being fat, I was laughed at, and never considered. That is the way it goes. I learned…lose weight and go to the gym = get female attention. It is the way it is.

I don’t think I am too picky to want a woman with no kids, and a woman who has never been married, or was married with no kids. I want a clean slate because I want my own kids and I want my own family and lineage. Why should my sister be the one with  the grandchildren  which is usually what happens when I go to a family gathering. It is never  Michael, tell me about your girlfriend  or  tell us about your new prospects  … no, it is all about my sister’s damn kids, and for the family, that is all that matters…I have no kids…I am basically crap to my own family. My mother and stepdad, not as much as some of the other family members, but the feelings are well known…Mike is the playboy, my sister is the responsible stepford wife with the photogenic family.

Now, I wished I could meet a woman who is into politics…most conservative women tend to marry military men…I guess it is the  confidence  factor there. Most often than not, I am dating a liberal woman, no problem, I am from a liberal family. Or maybe I am tired of discussing politics…I want to date someone who likes a ball game or wants to see a rock concert. I am open to a lot of things.

I believe there are younger women for me, who are well educated and intelligent, and enjoy the same things as myself. But for now, I have given up with looking and now I want to just have fun and experience sensuality and sexuality, and I am experiencing it. Women come up to me and kiss me…now, Deborah, another detractor, claim it is a  game  to kiss the old man. Guess what? I think it comes down to the older women being envious or angry I am lost to them and not interested in them…and it is their own damn fault. I did not reject them, they rejected me, and I am moving on nicely, thank you.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 10:53 PM

*Wow     Sounds like you have some severe  mommy issues   Did daddy touch you in the no-no spot too many times?:

“Maybe I am actually madder at Deborah, another friend of mine who was quite harsh to me in emails. She claimed the ladies may have had a  bet  to make out with the older guy in the bar as if I was a disgusting loser who no way anybody of their age could be attracted to in any way. You sounded a tad like Deborah in some of the passages.

Hey I have heard of women  Farleying  which is trying to leave with a fat, ugly guy as some kind of sorority bet. Named after the late Chris Farley…now I think Deborah was leading on to that. I think it has more to do with Deborah’s own self esteem as a youth but I am not Freud.

As an 18-25 year old I never had a problem meeting anyone, and when I was in grad school, I was rocking with dates, one night stands, drunken beer orgies, dates with celebrity B listers (I dated Canadian Prime Minister Brian Mulroney’s daughter Caroline BTW), and even dated a 29 year old professor from my own college. I had no problems, ladies.

It came down to me leaving Boston, coming to Rochester, and falling ill and being thus  out of the market  for over a decade. I don’t want to say what happened, but it was several medical issues that were not diagnosed properly and because of medical MALPRACTICE I was fucked over from meeting people. My entire body and face looked completely different in one year. Not a single friend from high school or college recognized me. It took several years, from the mid 1990s on, to regain my foothold and I had to do it in Rochester, a city better known for  being a great place to raise a family …but not a great place to meet people.

Why don’t I move? Finally I have had two good long standing jobs (Paychex and now a Children’s Rehab Center where I am a manager of data integration) and if I move to Texas, a great singles area, what guarantee do I have that I will find another job in this job market? If I move to the Carolina’s, same thing…or California. I am basically stuck in Rochester because I need to pay my bills and be independent. My family lives here, but I have lived far away from my family in the past. It is a matter of economics right now. I have to be responsible financially…I don’t want my family to  bail me out  like when I was back from Boston and I was too medically ill to work for a few months.

I am getting back years I was denied thanks to the stupid doctors who took a decade away from my life. I sued their asses and got $, but what price gives me back that time?”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 7:52 AM

*Yes, I heard about that scam you pulled off to sue PayChex   How did you do it?:

“ Wow, it is amazing what happens when you do not have the right doctor at the right time. It must have been excruciating at times, wow  I am a veteran of surgery myself so I completely sympathize with the ordeal you faced. Your employer was a POS, that sounds like so many jobs in this country…the days of the boss caring about the welfare of their workforce seems to be more and more a thing of the past. I wonder how some of these horrible people can sleep at night?

I guess we both got a lot of crap from the medical community. Rochester NY is known for Strong Memorial, which as the best cancer center in the USA for kids (Golisano Center for Children, BTW he was my ex boss at Paychex), but they are a teaching hospital first and foremost and my medical care was mainly done by interns and residents instead of full fledged doctors. I am wondering if you got some of your medical care done by residents or interns because initially they do not know their butt from their elbow, especially when they do things by the book instead of on an individual basis.

The closest I have been in a cast was in 2000 when I went to a Hillary Clinton rally (out of curiosity). I feel from a balcony and was helped up, the thing is, the gentleman helping me up tore my arm out of my socket). I stayed around with a dislocated shoulder for ½ hour in the sun, finally met Hillary, and then walked 2 miles to a phone booth. Calling 911, I begged for an ambulance and then collapsed on the hot city sidewalk from all the pain I had from the dislocation. The hospital I was sent to (Genesee Hospital) was fantastic, pulled my arm out like taffy and relocated it, and put it in a sling. Too bad the hospital closed up 10 months later via financial mismanagement.

I am glad I am healthy Kelly, I try to work out nearly every day, and then I eat better than ever. That is why I lost so much weight and feel so much better. It is really a simple plan: eat less and exercise more. Since I am a looks attraction type of guy, I do feel I should look my best as well to attract whom I think would be good for myself.

I have not given up yet…I will be at a singles dance in December, hopefully, Natasha will be  ready to date  again and I will have someone to bring for my office’s holiday party  ;-)”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 4:17 PM

*What the hell is the problem here dick breath?  It seems you are always looking for pussy:

“The problem is I tried a lot of different places to meet women, I even went to Barnes and Noble to vainly hope I can  bump  into someone who also likes biographies or enjoys the same music as me. It doesn’t happen to me. No  You got Mail  or  Sleepless in Seattle  moments for me. That is Holllywood, so I have to make these moments occur in other ways or I will be a depressed, bitter man. And nothing is more unattractive to anyone but a negative person. I am pretty positive for the longest time and it is because I have discovered I can meet younger women easily, and since they are very desirable to me, it is a win win for me. I am glad you are not one of the women who think having tons of money determines success. I have been an author and have actually been featured on the local news for being a crack researcher but does that matter to women my age? No, it is whether I have a beemer or whether I live in an exclusive burb. So that is why I avoid women my age ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 10:39 PM

*Give us some more of your stunning 80’s fashion tips:

“There are a lot of wonderful women and really good in looks AND smarts here. It is a bummer though that a majority of the women I really like the most live not only out of state, some live so far away it would be a major vacation to visit them  I think you are on to something…when I go to clubs, I wear my Aldo shoes (they are snappy little numbers), Brooks Brothers suit, and silk shirt, with my Gold watch and I definitely look head and shoulders better than the doofuses with the backward baseball caps and Puma shirts. I think as long as you even can LOOK successful, that is ½ the battle at times ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 24, 2008 - 4:14 PM

*So basically what you are saying is you are an over the hill bar fly, who takes great pleasure in conquering young drunk girls:

“I try other things beside the bar scene…I did try singles dances and also tried online stuff like eHarmony and match.com. Both were disasters for me, and match.com had women my age yes, but they were bitter, negative, and obnoxious to me. But clubs WORK for me. I have never DATED SO MUCH in my life as this year, or last year. This has been my best dating since I was in grad school. I wish I met someone through a club or church, or Barnes and Noble reading club, and I tried all that…they did not work. I am just doing what works for me, and I am glad you are understanding that aspect of what I am doing.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 10:19 PM

*You know your profile picture is ugly as hell don’t you side show?:

“ Pamela, my profile picture was taken in March 2008 at a Kodak dinner (I cut out my ex girlfriend Rebecca who is in my picture area if you want to see what she looks like).

Actually, I lost a lot of weight even from March so I think I look even better. I should get an even more current picture of me up there. But the current avatar was only taken 7 months ago.

I got a little huffy because one of my online friends, Deborah, suggested that the women may have had a bar bet to leave or make out with the oldest or least attractive person in the bar. Now, for a 21st birthday party, that sounds like an unlikely scenario. If it were sorority gals with sorority sweatshirts, hey, who knows. But I have been told I look younger than I am.

Did YOU know John McCain was 41 when he married Cindy who was 23 at the time? Another reason to vote for McCain  LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 8:22 AM

*So you don’t deny taking advantage of highly intoxicated women, or women on the “herb” ?:

“It was two adults, she knew what she was doing

I know, she was definitely consenting, in fact, she was rather aggressive to me. LOL I am a weak male when females try to get my attention. I need cold showers to keep me in tow. ;-)”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - 10:21 PM

*What if there were no witnesses the night you dry humped that 21 year old in public?:

Matt, I would never have taken the lady home in that state. I fear so much about her claiming to have raped her, that I draw that line. I have left with women at bars, but I make sure she says  yes  to leaving with me, and I can tell if she is not in altered states.

This is a fun fact about how loose some young ladies are these days….one of the young women I made out that night was a 23 year old MUSLIM woman named Deema…a Palestinian (I told her she made my Yassir, AraFAT). LOL I mean, how immoral women are in the 2000s when MUSLIM women are making out with people like me???

I should hope to meet a woman with good values, but as Ian Hunter of Mott the Hoople used to sing,  all the good ones are taken.

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 8:26 AM

*I find it amazing you are so willing to tell the world what a scum suckling pig you are:

“Thanks Chris, I had a lot of fun that night. LOL No doubt about that. How I went from a date at Shanghai Red to kissing and macking several different women, never mind Karly the drunk and my amorous liaison at Bayou, was a night for the record books. Her friends would not have let me leave with her even if I WANTED to do it. And I would never think of leaving with a woman in that state.

And you are right, I am a creature of habit, and with Halloween coming up, I am dressing like an 80s rock star, and all those chickies in their nurse, devil, French maid and stewardess costumes, I am going to party hardy and make last Saturday look like a night I went to church. LOL   ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 8:16 AM

*Does drinking change your outlook on dating?:

“I think alcohol changes the game in a lot of circumstances. In dating and courting, I am pretty gentlemanly…the open the doors for the lady, helping her take her coat off, and giving her flowers type. In other words, the big sucker. LOL

I don’t drink that much but I did drink a lot that evening because I was upset that for the first time, a date went well, and now I learn she is going off to Korea the next month. I drank between us 2 bottles of Zinfandel, and when I got to the club I had two Long Island, a vodka and cranberry, a couple of shots, and some beer. I was pretty loaded, and thank God bars close at 4 am in Buffalo on the weekends.

Thus, I learned a lot about drinking that weekend…to try to stop when I am possibly going against my bad judgement as well. I do respond pretty quickly to an affectionate woman. If I am kissed on the lips by a strange girl, I am putty in many a woman’s hand. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 4:04 PM

*So in your opinion you were just “mackin and snackin” that night?:

“The men can relate to me, and the women can relate to either Karly, or Jill, or the friends of Karly. I think we have all been in this spot at one time or another…or those who enjoy one too many at a bar or club. LOL

I was drunk, but she was a pretty nice looking girl. I remember she had a short skirt on…which is enough to cause me attention no matter what. LOL She did have really nice blue eyes, which were bloodshot BTW   ROTFL

I am glad you are not judging me, because this is certainly not a frequent weekend occurrance. I enjoy going to clubs, drinking, meeting women, and dancing. This was an out of the ordinary experience, fueled perhaps a bit by my recent breakup with my girlfriend, and further, with the disappointment that a  successful  date may not work out because this one lady (Jill) will be leaving for Korea in a month. A lot was going through my head that night, not the least was Jack Daniels ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 4:23 PM

*You keep denying you would never have taken a drunk girl home.  I don’t believe you:

“Richard, because I was intoxicated, and she was VERRRY intoxicated, I would never dream of taking her back to my place. I fear a lot of consequences, even if she said  yes  willingly. I would only consider a hookup if she was completely lucid, if perhaps a little buzzed for wear.

The age gap was large, but I know my great grandfather was 35 or so when he married my 16 year old great grandmother in 1911 and they were married for 45 years. I know, things were different then, but I think if a woman is a mature 21, or a mature 25 or 30, that would be an ideal thing for me. I think for the most part, most youth before 26 or so want to sew their wild oats before settling down.

I think overall, it was indeed an ego boost for me, and a pickmeup since the date I had that evening, that started off so well, ended with the sadness of knowing she was going to go off to Korea in a month. I think it was a way for me to just see there is a light at the end of the tunnel, you know what I mean?”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 7:27 PM

*What do you say to adults with children the age of the girl you took advantage of in the bar?:

“As for my actions, she was at a bar full of men, who are there for the most part to meet women. If your daughter wants to avoid those situations, she should not go to bars or clubs, I am precisely the type of person who will be there. You will not find Sir Walter Raleigh there, that is for sure. If your daughter was a teen, I could see you desiring her to be away from older men, but young men are just as likely to exploit or use her as older men. If she is 22 or 23, perhaps an older man, mid 30s to 40, would may well want to do more things that would not put her into a compromising position. That is my opinion, actually.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 7:33 PM

*Your constant bragging about sexual conquests makes everyone sick.  What say you?:

“As for bragging…Shauna, this is not an everyday occurrence for me. It was very interesting because I had started the evening off with a nice date with a pretty girl who I really thought was interesting and fun. It went very well, but she dropped the bombshell she was leaving for Korea in a month. I went to  drown my sobs  at a club, and instead of getting bummed, I was given a beautiful woman wanting to make out with me. That is NOT bragging, that is reporting. That is commenting and relating MY life, MY experience, with YOU and the others. If I wanted to brag, I would have lied and said we banged on the couch or I got a BJ from her outside. But that would be dishonest and untruthful. This also bought up a moral dilemma I have not faced since my grad school days. Shauna, back from 1994-2001 or so, I did not date, I did not go out, I refused to go out with friends, and I let my life pass by me. Yeah, maybe I am trying to make up for lost time, I thought as a friend you would give me the benefit of the doubt here.

My gut instinct was that I needed an outlet for my raging hormones and she came to me at the right place at the right time…end of story.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 7:40 PM

*While the girls are passed out  and you are molesting them, how do you feel?:

“I felt so patriotic doing it, making out with a hot chick is so all American, we should patent the process and take all the residuals. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 24, 2008 - 4:10 PM

*Tell us again how you feel about drama fuck face::

“Drama wears me out for the most part. I expect it on my political blogs, and I even invite it at times. For a lighter blog, I was hoping for an interesting discussion, and I got a lot of good responses, even if they thougth I did the wrong thing, but two people used my blog to settle scores with me dating from older blogs on Jabs’ site, Dan’s site, DaniDe’s site, and Stephanie’s site. I hate it when I am followed around like a puppydog by people who just want me to fight for the sake of fighting. I work and I think this should be a form of relaxation and fun but there is always a fly in the ointment on MySpace, you know?”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 8:03 PM

*You seem to think it’s the females fault all the time don’t you?:

“I know, it is a strange case when women go to a club, get drunk, throw themselves in front of men, and expect men to go  I can’t make out with you, you are drunk.  It is the victimization culture we live in. I am sure she knew she went too far that night, but she also knew I did nothing more than find out what her tonsils tasted like.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 7:51 PM

*So this public molestation was a one time thing for you?:

“ Brian, my problem is lately, it has not happened ENOUGH for me. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 23, 2008 - 7:52 PM

*Ok, let’s do some role play.  I’m the parent who is going to face you in court.  What is your defense?:

“Ahhh….you are a parent. Now, if you are a parent of a teen, that is one thing, if you are the parent of a legally age female, she makes her own decisions as to who to date, make out, marry, and have kids. You are using your own life to cloud this opinion, and forgetting that I am a single, never married man. I also did not date for years, or had female attention until I lost a lot of weight this year. I look younger than my age (that I am frequently told) and as I related before, women my age I have tried dating and they have been a terribly unsuccessful with them for a variety of reason (salary expectation, and availability).

Ergo,

You are a minority on this issue and most people would vehemently disagree with you. Age card? Legal to drink, legal to have sex. Charges would not have even been considered. Her being in a bar/club made her responsible for her behavior. No one put drinks down her throat. No one forced her to expose her breasts to me.

Since I am not used to this kind of attention in over 10 years, no way would I resist this. Sorry, most men would not. Most men also would not have taken her home because of the state she was in.

The prosecutor She could not do it because:

1) no sexual penetration took place
2) way too many people were there, way too many stories
3) she was above the age of consent
4) we were both drunk, no  advantage  could be taken

Also, if you don’t like seeing making out, don’t go to a club or a bar. What I did was tame…I have seen BJ’s in bathrooms, I have seen intercourse (standing up) in corners, I have seen oral manipulation (lap dancing) on couches. What I did was almost Leave it to Beaver necking in comparison.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 24, 2008 - 9:44 AM

*You are starting to sound a bit whiney now case study S.O. 362.  Are you feeling defensive?:

“ I am not defensive because I did not do anything wrong, and it was not bragging, just reporting something that happened to me. If I did this on a continual basis, like Super Jabs, you would have a point there. I reported this because this was not a commonplace occurrence for me. Yes I meet lots of women and I get lots of numbers, and I get lots of dates, but this was odd and it tested my libido. I am a man with needs and desires and since I do not have a steady girlfriend right now, I am in a vulnerable state when women throw themselves at me. I am no rock star, I am an average Joe the Plumber who had something interesting to me and I wondered if I did the right thing. Now I realize I did what any other single man would do.

I would never have left with her, that I would not do because I will not do anything where I would be with a person who cannot consciously consent.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, October 26, 2008 - 9:52 AM

*With your big time data entry clerk job you should have many opportunities at relationships:

“Jen, I have tried to create opportunities…they say supermarkets are a good place. I spent a crazy amount of time going to a local one (less than a block away), buying more cologne and Power Aid water than I need…I also go to Barnes and Noble, hoping to bump into someone in the biography or music section hoping to find fellow fans of my genres, and I also go to Starbucks hoping to meet someone who also enjoys politics or current events….no matter if they are lib or conservative…and I fall flat. I tried eHarmony, match.com, lovehappens, etc., and I find matches…all more than 100 miles from where I live. I cannot afford to travel all over the place even for good matches. I am in a rut and the places where I get the optimal female attention are at clubs. I wish it was different, and it would be less expensive (I drop 100 bucks a night sometimes at clubs). But all five or six dates I have met this year ALL I have met in clubs. Did they work out? No, but at least I am dating, and getting affection which a guy with my needs desires. My ex, Rebecca, I met at a club last year. Thus, I go to where I am most successful…with reluctance.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 24, 2008 - 9:49 AM

*I am still clearly seeing mommy and daddy issues with you.  Not that I’m trying to criticize you:

“I know about criticizing  I cannot  get it right  no matter who I date or who I am with. Inevitably one of my family members  wants to have a talk  about who I am dating or who I am courting. They are either not the right religion (I am Catholic, we catholics make hay even if she is a Protestant), or too selfish, too  strong willed,  too liberal, too  self assured,  too  headstrong  and the list goes on…if I had a dollar for every time I have been told  you seem to avoid women who are RIGHT for you,  famous words from my sister.

Thank you for the encouragement, I am trying to find my way in this big ol’ world and hopefully I can find the woman of my dreams, as long as I keep myself positive and available  ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 24, 2008 - 1:32 PM

*So do you ever have any feelings of guilt?:

“I think I got a little in need of validation because the bouncers and some of the older men in the bar/club thought I was taking advantage of her…and believe me, I was not the only one doing that stuff that night, I was relatively tame considering my randy feelings and alpha male needs (LOL).
And Moshellie, even if she was consenting, I would not risk it by leaving with an intoxicated woman (as in, she could barely walk or talk or make rational decisions).

You know me, I am the 1940s Gary Cooper-Jimmy Stewart gentleman, I am sure you feel that when I comment on your blogs. lol”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 24, 2008 - 4:46 PM

*Do you believe it’s the young girls responsibility to control you while she is intoxicated?:

“I think today’s young women are so much more experienced than I was at that age…maybe in the bigger picture, I could have been more judicious, but I had a beautiful young woman throwing herself at me. I do think that if she was in college (I think she is a Syracuse University senior) and was over 21, I would bet my bottom dollar she was probably a veteran of hookups and drinking, especially on her campus. If those ladies wanted to party and drink, they could have even chosen a nice restaurant. Instead, they chose a notorious club in a district known for wild stuff, and frankly that is why I go there. LOL

The cologne (Firece) by the way is great, but I have gotten emails about even better cologne so what this space, there may be an even better one for your hubby. lol”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Saturday, October 25, 2008 - 5:34 PM

*Let me get this straight, you don’t mind fucking 18 or 19 year olds?:

“I do prefer 20 somethings but not the reasons many women like Stephanie think…I am a visual person, but there are many youthful looking 30-40 year olds, but they are a difficult group to meet for reasons I outline (many are already married, or were married and in transitional stages, very few  totally single  [never married no kids], and they are a pretty materialistic…very  need their stepford wife trappings ) so I avoid them for the most part unless I find a gem in the bunch.”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Sunday, October 26, 2008 - 5:14 PM

*What are your opinions on aging?”

“ Many women age well…I am not worry about growing old gracefully. I am trying to grow older gracefully, by keeping fit and not going bald  But since I have no kids, that is not the same for what you are experienced. If you keep your understanding to what I have experienced, you will  get it  as to why I came to the conclusions and understandings which set on me like an epiphany ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, December 11, 2008 - 10:17 PM

*So besides using the word bitter, describe yourself in one sentence:

“I am just being cynical, sarcastic and obnoxious, welcome to the world of the Rochester Guy  LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Monday, October 27, 2008 - 9:59 AM

*How did the police catch you after your last sexual assault?:

“Process of elimination, that is how I am usually busted on anything I do. lol”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 30, 2008 - 10:47 PM

*So basically you are willing to do it again:

“Katie, I just exude predictability, don’t I? It is my New York attitude that keeps me from being really a drain on people. LOL”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 30, 2008 - 10:11 PM

*From what I understand the police could not get enough proof to convict last time. What will you do to make it easier for them next time?:

I am bringing a digital camera to this romp; the ones Tom won’t delete I will make sure get posted. LOL

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Thursday, October 30, 2008 - 10:12 PM

*One last question Rapechester, what do you think about the sexuality of other countries?:

“ The thing is, Middle Eastern men are notorious club lovers. My friend Sharif is from Egypt and when he has his friends come up from Egypt, the first thing they want to do is hit the American clubs and bars. I can understand their liking our women, who wants to lust over head to toe black burkahs and a slit for the eyes in their head scarf? Barf me out, totally sympathize with them ”

Posted by Michael, the Original Rochester Guy  on Friday, October 31, 2008 - 11:17 AM

So there you have it folks.  Rapechester in all his gory glory.  Feel free to leave any comments you want.  Look forward to my next blog which will be part two, a follow up of this rare interview.  With that one I will be posting some legal documents.  I’m hoping they will help PayChex kick the ever loving shit out of this lying, bastard.

I also have a little bloggy in the works for Stinky Pinky also.  Don’t worry Stinky, I didn’t forget you honey   Yours will include pictures even    Bad Lisa loves picture blogs.

Oh and in case you are wondering I left ALL of Rapechester’s spelling errors intact.  He’s such a great writer and journalist and all.

Later twat lickers.

Jan 5, 2009 11:52 AM

Blood, guts, and boobage. Prepare to beat your meat stick. WARNING: CONTAINS ADULT HUMOR/DRAMA

Hey you sick fucking bastards!  Nice to have you all drop by.  This blog is going to be a little different then the rest of my literary masterpieces.  Let me tell you a little story. Sometime back in the fall of 2008, I took a little break from Myspace.  I was still here per say, but I didn’t log on.  I was getting tired of being deleted every 24 hours, and blamed for all of the drama here by the cry babies.  I was labeled a hater and even funnier then that a blog terrorist!  Damn that term still makes me leak piss when I hear it!  Anyway back to me. I decided to see if it could possibly be true.  I mean I know I am the shit.  But could Bad Lisa really single handedly bring down the peace and love of myspace?  Would myspace turn into an actual place for friends, as they so falsely advertise?  It remained to be seen. Now let’s flash forward to the beginning of December when I finally returned.  Upon logging on I eagerly checked the blogs expecting to hear Kumbia playing at full blast from all of those god damn auto playing pieces of shit you douche bags insist on putting on your blogs.  Trust me, even if I love your blogs I’m prone to avoiding them just for that simple fact.  And fuck you with the turn my speaker volume down.  If I have to put effort into reading your shit you can bet your fat ass it aint happening. Anyway, to my surprise guess what I found?  Well it wasn’t love and friendship that’s for sure.  All of the idiots and lifeless skanks were still fighting and talking shit all over the place.  It was then I decided I needed therapy. So off to a therapist I went.  And it was the shit.  She gave me some of the best drugs ever to be shit out of a pharmaceutical company this side of the Mexican border.  They made me forget why I even went to see her in the first place.  Bad Lisa was legally stoned and bloggers meant nothing to me. Then I read Stephanie. I took an extra pill. And an super sized cup of vodka. One more pill for good measure. Sadly Stephanie fucked up what took my therapist one day to fix.  I remembered why I was here. That cunt is the most annoying, self centered, elitist, no talent, deluded, frigid, shriveled twat, to ever post a blog on this site.  Nothing gets through to this relic…and I say relic because that bitch lies about her age more then any other over the hill twat here besides nipfuck.  One look at the saggy skin on her neck and you know that bitch has been on the rag for at least 50 years. So I tried to add a short comment on her blog.  You know the kind…the ones where I spread my good cheer to help and guide the misguided.  And big surprise the snapper snatch deleted it. It was then that I decided to do something I’ve never done before on myspace.  I decided to write a year end blog featuring not only some of the funniest freak shows of haters that I have had the good fortune of being attacked by, but I’ve also decided to put an end to the whinny bullshit that I am only so tough behind a fake avatar.   Even though my avatar isn’t really fake.  I made it and it is my legs, feet and heels.  Not only will I show you who I really am, I will also show you my tits. Calm down now!!!  Drooling too much onto your keyboard can cause you to electrocute your horny ass’d selves. And since I love tits myself…well I actually love all the nudity I can get, I expect each and every one of you to post your best nude shots here.  I want it hard, and I want it dirty you farm swine! And no need to worry, this blog along with me will probably deleted within 24 hours.  I’ll be lucky to make it till morning. So without further rambling, I welcome you to my version of myspace memories 2008. First let me just show you a moment on myspace that was puke-a-licious… Ahhh, who could forget the king of the big o’s trying to ram his tongue so far down Stephanie’s throat her ovaries turned to stone.  Let’s face it, Coqueto is no Sol Grundy my friends… Of course that love affair was short lived because in stepped Stephanie’s prince charming.  Ahhh, can you feel the love people? That picture was bad enough, but being the interweb genius that I am I found out that Stephanie really uses photo shop on all of her pictures.  Lucky me I got the last one she hasnt had a chance to touch up yet. And of course Stephanie is kind enough to photo shop her lover boy too, but Bad Lisa is much smarter then her.  I dug up a pic of her College degree boy during one of his frat parties. Such a lovely couple of freaks dont you think? But Stephanie’s friend Tammy Rocks Fabulous came to her rescue and tried to put Bad Lisa in her place. Tammy should change her name to Tammy Smokes Rocks. Now let’s go a bit further back in time.  Who could ever forget the classic Gaysil war?  Oh he was quite the competitor, but like the rest he fell like a ton of shit when dealing with Bad Lisa.  He finally admitted to his homosexuality while vacationing on Fire Island. Chad 360 better watch out.  Gaysil may become the new hottest fag on the interwebs. By now you might think, “Oh, Bad Lisa!  The idiots must have learned by now not to fuck with you!”  But you’d be wrong. Just when I was minding my own business, out of nowhere came the gorilla queen… This beautiful specimen claimed to be a god fearing christian!  Yet she wanted all homo’s to die in the worst way. She sent hate mail to me when I wrote a blog defending gays.  Silly monkey! All along this time I was still going back and forth with Coqueto the myspace Dr. Ruth of Orgasms. But then tragedy struck for the poor Schmucker! He played that sob story right to the top of the ratings baby. His fans were distraught!  They immediately started making Free Coqueto tee-shirts to raise money for his bail.  Some even seemed to be suicidal from the stress of it all. Oh but the biggest myspace war of all times was the infamous Bad Lisa vs.  The Nipped and Tucked queen of the spaces!  Her dream has always been to be featured in Playboy!  Heffner and I are good buddies so he sent me a copy of the pic she sent in to him.  Heff and I had a great laugh at this one. Well of course she was turned down.  But she kept on trying like the little fail train that could!  She decided that breast implants might be the trick.  Sadly she was mistaken. With all the stress from her mothers goals of being masturbated over by millions of men took it’s toll on Nip’s daughter.  She lost it completely sometime during the eighties. We now pause for a little intermission so we can get those horrible images out of our minds.  Here’s a little beefcake from Juddy style.  I’ve never had a problem with him.  He just makes me tingle in the kitty region. Ok, back to business. Along my way of spreading joy on myspace I came across a sub human pile of defective racist sperm called Internet Heff.  It was because of him that I decided to fuck as many black men as I can so I can ruin the entire race of whiteys. Along with every date he goes on he makes sure that each dumb cunt recieves a parting gift… He picks them up in his custom van and takes them to shows. But never fear.  Bad Lisa has taught the old Heffer an important lesson. I snuck into his trailor and exchanged this For this With the Heffer out of the way peace reigned for a while.  But like they always do the roaches started coming out of the woodwork again. Next up was one of the loudest, ignorant hillbillies I’ve ever had the misfortune of have my ear drums bleed to.   It was the self proclaimed Savior of all that is shit. He seemed to have an unusual obsession with cows.  I couldnt figure it out until I met his wife. Remind me never to drink milk at this trailor park. During the down times of 2008 I had a few wars that arent even worth mentioing.  Except for the one I had with the woman who thought she was a poodle.  That one was kind of entertaining to me. The most recent douche bag we have all had to deal with lately has come out of his closet of denial and is trying to take the blog rankings by storm! Lock up your youguns folks cause Rapechester the molester is looking for some tender young pussy.  I guess his ass is too sore from all the cock so he’s giving it a rest. His new way of taking advantage of young girls is to pretend to be the toothfairy.  He sneaks into their hello kitty bedrooms at night and tells them that he no longer gives money for their baby teeth.  Instead he likes to poke em in punanny with his little wand. Of course before long he’s going to end up being poked by Bubba. I’ve come to realize that most of my problems here seem to revolve around the fact that I am a superior cunt compaired to most.  I have a pussy with teeth and I’m never afraid to bite. Oh, and did I mention fabulous tits: And the idiots here just never seem to listen. I must end this now, since I’m sure I’ve won the award for longest fucking blog on myspace.  And really, if you have any issues at all with this blog feel free to Kiss my incredible ass. Now make with the titty pictures or get the fuck out. Dont feel left out boys, I wanna see you naked too.  I’m an equal opportunity nympho. Later clit biters.

So on this miserable winter’s day I awoke to be sure my kids got off to school ok.  Once this tedious chore was accomplished I had decided to lie back down for a few more precious hours of sleep.  At least that was my plan.  Somewhere along the line the god’s of fuckary had other ideas.

An hour into a completely relaxed state of nappy time, while visions of strippers danced in my head, my cell phone rang.  Anyone who knows me well knows that phones are my arch enemies.  I loathe speaking on the phone.  So I took a quick peek at the caller ID on my cellie, completely prepared to ignore the damn bastard calling me at this ungodly hour of 9 a.m.

Low and behold it had come up as my middle daughters school.  I performed a quick vote in my still fuzzy mind to pick up or to send them into the twilight zone of unanswered calls that clutter my sim card.  Thinking it may very well be an emergency, the mom side of me answered.  I was soon to regret that decision.

The caller was the assistant principal.  Here’s how our little convo went.

Me: Hello
Ass principal: Hello, Mrs. xxx?
Me: Yes
Ass principal: This is Mr. xxx of xxx school.
Me: What can I do for you Mr. xxx?
Ass principal: Well we had a little incident with your daughter xxx today.  It wasn’t the worst thing that can happen, but it sure wasn’t the best.

Immediately ice started flowing through my veins.  An incident?  Or crap.  How much is this going to cost me?  How many are injured?  Will she now have a police record?  How the fuck did she find my gun???

I held my breath anticipating death and destruction.

Me: Go on…
Ass principal: Well it seems that your daughter and xxx called a friend of their’s…

A FAGGOT.

Me: (Well really I said nothing, I was waiting for him to get to the point)
Ass Principal: We have a zero tolerance policy and that word is unacceptable.  We are giving her an in school suspension.

By now I was stunned.  An in school suspension for calling a friend a faggot?  WTF????  Don’t they know who her mother is?  Hell some of my best friends are faggots and are very proud to throw the word around.  I mean it’s not like she called the kid an ass crammer or anything.  If he really does take it up the tailpipe I’m sure he’s called himself a faggot on occasion.  Even if he’s just flying the missel and lands in the old cock pit on occasion I find it hard to believe he’d be hurt by the word faggot.

Me: Well…I have a lot of gay friends…she hears them use the word quite often.  I stammer trying still to find some logic.  Was the boy upset?  I ask.
Ass principal: Well…no.  But should he admit he’s a homosexual we will have a police issue on our hands.

Me: BLANK STARE
Ok. *sigh* Thank you for the call Mr. xxx.
Ass principal: Thank you.

After this little exchange I realize just how far this bullshit politically correct crap has gone.  I mean if my daughter were bullying someone who was truly gay my foot would have a permanent address up her ass.  But my kids have never hurt anyone.  Everyone loves them.  The have a wide variety of friends and are the first to stand up against hatred or racism.  Sadly I live in a very small town.  95% of the population in this town are tard farmers…the rest like NASCAR…I will never fit in.

Since my sleep was disturbed with this horrible *cough* news I headed on into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.  Little did I know that while I was starting to enjoy my first taste of caffeine for the day, my phone had rang again.

This message was from the “counselor” at school.  Holy hell.  The fuckers are trying to turn this into some kind of hate crime.  Thank god they don’t lurk my page at myspace…

So I called her back.

We repeated the same conversation I just had with the assistant principal.

By now I was getting annoyed.  This bitch sounded like she needed a little dick in her fudge tunnel.

As calmly as I could I told her,

Me: Well you see Mrs. xxx, I have numerous gay friends.  My children do not think of the word faggot in a derogatory way.  I also have many black friends so the “N” word is heard quite a bit between them.

It seems I had just went too far.

Counselor: Mrs. xxx!!  There are too words I will not tolerate and you have used them both in this short period of time.
(ONLY 2????  I was pretty sure if she chatted with me for a few more minutes I could introduce her to a slew of new words for her to not tolerate)

Counselor: Do you know what a faggot is Mrs. xxx??

*chuckle, snort, giggle,*

Counselor: It means….a pile of twigs.

Me: COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DUMBFOUNDED

Me: Ummm, I think it means gay too.

Now I was really floored.  This twit with an at home study course degree in counseling was pissed at my kid for calling a little boy a pile of twigs…

Shit we are all going to hell now.  And I’m pretty sure I will have detention next week.

I ended the conversation as soccer momish as I could.  It was then that I was hit with the realization that society is dumb as shit, and there is no hope for any more signs of intelligent life forms to appear in the future. I have finally given up all hope.

It’s been quite a relief.

After school my cell phone rang again.  It was my daughter. I picked it up and clicked the little answer key…..

Me: Hi Faggot!!!

Kid: Bwahahahahahahaha!!!  You’re nuts mom!  So can xxx(the boy at the root of they faggot issue) come over with xxxx???

Me: Sure.  Just tell him not to bring the dyke.

I’m starting to think I may be a bad influence on some people.

Later you mattress munchers.

My father has a best friend.  She is a kind Italian woman.  This woman has one son.  He is her only child.  Unfortunately he is a herion addict.

Her life has been a series of highs and lows with her son.  He’s an adult child yet still she has to look after him as if he were an infant.

I have a son.  I could not imagine the kind of life I would have if my son grew up to become a drug addict.  I do worry about him, since his father is a drug addict.  I’ve seen drug addiction first hand with my ex husband.  I’ve dealt with the pain, the guilt, the enabling, and finally the tough love.  In the end although I care for him in a detached way, I really think only death will bring him peace.

I wrote this blog tonight because I had almost forgotten the pain of dealing with drug addiction.  You see, today my fathers best friend came to visit us.  She was so happy she was able to have her grandson with her.  His name is Michael and he lives in florida with his mother.  He is her son’s only child.

Michael does not live the life my children do.  My children are spoiled with all the world has too offer and so much love they take it for granted.  Today my children learned a lesson.

Michael came to visit my father with his grandmother.  He is my son’s age so they play together when he comes to visit.  Today my son brought Michael to my home.  He wanted to show Michael his favorite toys.

Little did we know that Micheal had recently lost everything he had.

One morning when he woke up he found all of his toys and his video games that his grandmother had brought him were gone.  His mother told him they had been robbed.  Michael was left with nothing.  He had no idea all of the things he found precious had been taken by his own parents and sold for drugs.  They looked that little boy in the eyes and lied to him.  They saw his pain yet their needs were stronger.  Drugs took priority over a little boys heart.

Michael was amazed by what my son had.  He couldnt stop talking about it.  He wanted to play with everything.  My son, being the kind hearted little shit he is gave Michael his prize posessions to play with.  His star wars figures.

Michael was only in the house for a short time, but when he left he left something that could have damaged my son forever.  When he was gone, so were my son’s prized Star wars figures.

Tears flowed while my son told me they were missing.

My heart broke.

I felt angry. I hate thieves.

I made a call to my father to see if he could get them back.

Then I took a deep breath and remembered what that child had lost.

Not only was he missing the pure love of both of his parents, he has lost the things that had taken their place and meant the most to him.  It was wrong but he was not to blame.

I called my father back and told him to approach Michael as if he had misplaced them.  And if he had we would understand.  He still denied taking them.  My son was devistated but I felt something else.

I explained to my son what life is like for Michael.  How he had everything that meant the world to him just taken.  How he goes to bed hungry every night and no one cares.  How he has no one to hold him when he feels bad.  How he cannot feel safe in his own home.

My son thought about it for a minute.

And his huge blue eyes filled with tears.

He no longer cared about his star wars figures. He cared about a little boy lost.

I suggested that since my son had so much and he could not even play in his room because of all the toys that maybe we should gather up things that he no longer played with and give them to Michael.  To my surprise he was excited to do it.  He ran to his room and started a huge pile of what will be our donation to this little boy who has nothing.

My son is an angel.

Not only did he show me that he can have compassion for someone during their worst time, he showed me that I as a mom had done the right job teaching him.  I raised him, alone, to show more compassion then most grown ups I know.  He is a giver.

Later as he laid on my bed watching t.v. he said to me, “mom, I want to get more things together for Michael.  For some reason it feels weird, but good inside my tummy to do it.”

I have no doubt my son will grow to be a wonderful man.  He is a beautiful child inside and out.

I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing with him.

I am not a perfect mother, but I am a good mother.

Never take your children for granted.  They are the seeds of tomorrow.

Plant them, nurture them, and love them.

They will grow to be the best crop of society we have ever seen.

So street walker the good girl christian has posted a sympathy blog to try to make me look bad again.  She is getting more and more like super scabs as the days go by.  I guess a few doses of jabs jizz and it makes women not only infected with venerial disease, it also makes them even more stupid then they originally were.

So just to clarify a few things, Daywalker is only deleting one of her profiles you idiots.  She has another exact same profile page still on myspace.  She made no mention of deleting that one.  There are two reasons she is deleting her primary one.  First she is paranoid that there are “spies” on her page!  Proving again she is a delusional fucktard.  Spies or not nothing is private or sacred on a public site.  Anyone who believes that is true probably still believes in Santa Clause.

The number two reason, and the one that is the most important is because wonderful nightcrawler has started to piss off her friends in the real world outside of myspace.  Yes she is making quite a name for herself in her real life.  So much so that during her 4th of July party at her own house she got her ass literally beat by a friend of her’s who could no longer take her unethical bullshit.  Funny how she didnt mention that she got beat up over the weekend in her blog slamming me huh?  I will not be her scape goat. Tell the truth Jamie!  And even better, make one of your famous u-tube videos of it!  I for one would love to see your mangled face in real time.

Late on Saturday night I recieved a message from someone I didnt know but was a close friend of daytramp outside of myspace.  This message was again unsolicited by myself.  But you can bet your sweet ass I was happy to get it.  I always enjoy when liars get their just desserts!

I have removed the senders name for her own privacy and protection, and other personal information she spoke of, but I’m sure good old daysucker knows exactly who kicked her ass.  That is unless the whore was too drunk to remember it.

—————– Original Message —————–
From: xxx
Date: Jul 4, 2008 11:49 PM

I just punched the fuck outta Daywalker at her BBQ, her house… NOT for you… NOT for myspace. I’m a real life friend of hers. She pushed the ethical limits!! Swung at me. I took her out!

—————– Original Message —————–
From: ..Lisa Lewd is having multiple clowngasms..
Date: Jul 5, 2008 12:15 AM

No way!!! Oh hell girl you are my hero!

—————– Original Message —————–
From: xxx.
Date: Jul 4, 2008 9:54 PM

I really don’t want to go into details.

She just fricken pushed it with me and I had to put her down!!

I’m not into this drama. I don’t know Jabs.

I don’t know the blog scene.

I know her in real life and xxx is my best friend.

I’m a nobody on myspace.

Daywalker is upset by this whole Jabs and Lisa shit.. and I have to say it IS shit… DRAMA. I don’t watch soap operas for a reason.

I don’t READ it, I hear about it in real life.

I admire the fact that you stood up and said that xxx knows Jabs personally and let’s not put him in the middle of it.

THAT is when you gained my respect and reading her statement about your children being better off if you died… blew my mind!! I NEVER would have expected that out of her or anyone else. NOT ACCEPTABLE!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK this dumbass myspace drama! I feel like I’m back in middle school.

I only told you about the tossin’ because I think after what she said about your children, it might bring you a peaceful weekend.

Do NOT ask me why I did it. I won’t tell you. MY business for MY reasons.

Just take a smile that someone did.

Read my ONLY two blogs, you’ll get a feel of me and why I feel that STUPID can’t be fixed!!

May give you insight into why I did what I did….

Gee daystalker, it seems to me that you have made more then a few enemies along the way.  Why dont you start telling the truth and stop blaming me for all of your problems?  Too bad for you there are good people out there who wont stand for your bullshit and want the truth to be known.  I did nothing to you cunt.  You brought me into your useless life to protect a scumbag who used you and tossed you aside like the filth you are.  Now because you have pissed off so many people you are going to try and make it look like you have to leave myspace because of me.   Try the christian way of doing things and learn to speak the truth.  The true shall set your free you dirty hooker.