I HAVE NEVER
EVER GIVEN
ANYONE AT ALL
PERMISSION TO
USE ME FOR ANY
ONES PUBLICITY
VIA SOUND,
PRINT, NOR ANY
USE AT ALL OF
MY SERVICES.
I HAVE
NOT GIVEN
ANYONE
PERMISSION TO
USE ME AS A
GIMMICK OR A GAME.
NO ONE EVER
ASKED!
I DO NOT LIKE
BEING
EXPLOITED
AS A RAPE
VICTIM OR A
FEMAL HUMAN
BEING AND A
MEMBER OF THE
COMMUNITY BY
RADIO, TV OR
PEOPLE IN
GENERAL.
IF YOU CAN NOT
HANDLE THAT.....
FUCK OFF & SHUT
YOUR FACE!
I HAVE BEEN
THREATENED,
BEATEN,
POISONED, HELD
AGAINST MY
WILL FOR THIS.
WHO EVER IS
RESPONSIBLE
FOR ALL OF
THIS YOU HAVE
DONE TO ME I
WILL DO MY
BEST TO
PROSECUTE,
FINANCIALLY
SUE FOR
COMPENSATION
AND PRETTY
MUCH REAM YOU
IN THE HIND
END OF YOUR
OWN!
MY CHILDREN
HAVE BEEN
THREATENED
NUMEROUS
TIMES OVER
THIS TOO IN
THE PAST.
YOU
HAVE NEVER
STOPPED TO
THINK ABOUT
WHY I STAYED
AWAY FROM
THEM FOR SO
LONG.......
EXPLOITATION
OF MINORS!
THEY ARE
CHILDREN OF A
CRIME VICTIM
OOVER AND
OVER AGAIN!
Mood:
not sure
Topic: You said what to me?
Sorry this is all out of sequence. This is the first blog I have ever done and I should add not very well written. Since I left to drop of some jewelry and smoke a cigg and came back two police officers are here in the library. I am not too noided out really. Just because a few tried to kill me in the past and another splintered my arm for sleeping in a vehicle somewhere else. And for all of this I have never had legal help for any of the police brutality.....financial compensation for it. This town so far they have not done this to me.........Yet.
The fall of 2000 I was living in an apartment in West Minster Maryland. I had recently been released from the local hospitals cardiac care unit to the nuthouse. I Od'd on muscle relaxers. I was constatnly harassed by a local radio dj. He was also joking at the same time about how they will slow your heart down real slow. The next day I ate over 40 of them. The hospital staff and patients denied him doing this.
I started going to counseling at the Carroll County Rape Crisis Center. I had 2 jobs. Both part time and needed more to do to stay busy. I started putting together a fund raiser for the crisis center but the county hit me with a $10,000 deposit the day before it was due in and they first said I would not have to pay a thing. I did not formally advertise it because it was only in the works.
During this time period I stayed on the internet alot. I often felt uneasy about the constant babble from that dj. He also happened to be the same one who some said he could get him to help me do a really nice comercial for the fund raiser I had put together to raise funds for the house of ruth. I had agreed to clean the dj's home. In good humor it was to be done dressed as a french maid. Harmless yes, but later the night before I was supposed to go to his baltimore townhouse he called and I got a little worried about it. I told my friend Eric I thought it sounded not so good. Then the dj's friend called me later in the middle of the night and said he was at the dj's hous and wan't me to come over for a 3some in the hot tub there. I said no thanks and that I had company. About an hour later I put Steve Buckner's office number in the dj's pager (he was my divorce attorney) and called the radio station and complained. They did not like this. Appartly I was thought of as a lamona chicken making a cow noise. I later then called in and won 2 meet and greet back stage passes to megadeath. I said I was Erica and then put my friend Eric on the phone to give his info. Since they were pissed off already at me. Then they started saying on the radio (This part was funny), "Little Eric your tickets to the Metallica concert at the highschool gymnasium are cancelled".
Well..........On the way to Megadeath Eric and I met Lori Smythe from the station and Christen. I explained a little more in detail what had transpired over that stuff with their other dj. They were not aware of the fact I was writing for a metal mag (a small one though) and that it was also a publicity agency.
Well back to my going over the bleeps in my head about the past.
I stayed online alot. I often went in the chatrooms and would chat with other people about silly things like aliens, cheese whiz, being probed and cyber sex with dental implements. We were all just joking around.
I often spoke with someone from another city. We often chatted about people who annoyed us. He also said to take my pc with me when I went on vacation. I should of listened.
I listened to that radio station alot. They often joked around about me. I could tell. The other dj's weren't really bad. One day they said for callers to call in who wanted to be a guest one their morning show. It was to be in 3some. So I went as Lisa the bisexual housecleaner from Westminster. He knew it wqould be me, and I was not posing as anyone else really. There really was no one else in that city by that name bisexual in the past who cleaned houses wanting to go on the air about a threesome other than myself. I know the dj was being a smart ass and I did not want to uase my reall name on the air because I was working on a fundraiser and didn't want to booger it up. I also did not participate4 in the 3some and no words used on that morning show were the same as the phone calls made to me at my apartment by that dj and his friend. I also told that dj after the show I was goiing to be attending Seton Hall University in South Orange ,Nj for radio, Tv and journalism. He looked like he was going to puke. Then I gave him a cute little green rubber alien on a safety pin that came from my ex oldman who used to party with him.
Anyway.......I left West Minster and when I returned a little over a month later my pc was stolen with some other things and they caught the people who did it. I never got the pc back. I was working on a book to raise funds to build a run away shelter. OH WELL! It was Patrick Holtzinger that did it. He was in his early twenties and he was arrested. They found him with my other belongings.
I moved up to Nj to go to school. It was very odd since I had not really gone to high school because I had run away at 14. Then again at 16 and only had a GED and a certificate from a business school for typing. It was very different there. I was staying in a motel across the street from where the New Jersey Devil's Hockey team practiced. I met this really funny person who was performing at a comedy club near by and he took me as a guest to his show. I had a blast. One of my goals was to do stand up comedy. I figured I was going to be on the air across the river from the great Howrd Stern and Robin Quivers. I found them terribly funny and never really figured out who it was they did not want crawling in under there show.
I was at the motel for a few days and got a call that someone had stolen an elderly couples credit card info and charged over $6,000 on cell phone equipment and a pizza. Apparently the p[izza was purchased in Sterling, Va near Dulles Airport. I insisted I did not do it. They kerpt accusing me and my friends. I kept telling them I did not live with thme for a long time (I am a grand mother now but I do not look like it) They refused to call the police.
After comething horrible happened in Ny I called the Montgomery County Police dept. because this coupld still accused me of this and then admitted they had bought a Persian Rug. The PD said only the owner could report it so I called the NSA and told them. I also got a letter from the Motel where I was staying about the card I used and what the owner had said to them on the phone. and gave it to the PD where I was living.
(Why is a Duck who can't play guitar on the back of a BNizkit's tourbus on national radio) hopefully I can finish and post this tomorrow.
So what do the words, "So what" and two people chopping carrots have in common?
Mood:
don't ask
Topic: You said what to me?
March of 2002 I went and lobbied Congress with the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence (Not for being beaten by the police in the future several times). With my stupid deposition from my 3rd x husband admitting his violent behavior in a file folder, off I went to lobby to try to help retrain, train and help fund the formation of special domestic violence teams. I had no idea a few months later that I would be calling 911 from my apartment in Rockville, Maryland to get help for my older daughter. A friend of hers call late that night and said her car was rammed by her husband's car and she was ripped out of it and drove away. Her friend did not know what to do. So I so stupidly called 911 to help. You would think for the $200,000,000 I helped raise with my own bloody beaten body's history would of helped. Instead I was laughed at. Told that no one would respond. I called several times. They finally said to call the state police. They did the same. NO! I called 911 back and they still refused. I threw something out the window yelling what assholes they were, yada yada yada.Over and hour later the Rockville city police showed up after I was going to bed. They were yelling that I was holding a small child in my apartment which I was not. I stayed in the h allway smoking a cigg and watched them pry open the door. If I had been behind it they would of squashed me on the marble side table behind it. They came in behind a body bunker. I could not help but stare in total disbelief to such moronic shit I think I might of giggled. They had there flashlight pointed at me and guns drawn. They looked extremely paranoid for a bunch of assholes pointing guns at me. They soon realized I was armed with loaded tobacco cigg and slammed me on my back on the floor. Demanded I was to drop my smoke. I said I could not because it would land in my hair. He proceeded to squeeze my hand really hard and flicked the cigg onto the floor behind me in my bedroom. Two male cops lifted me up off the floor. One on my right arm and one on my left. They ran me down the hall with my feet lifted off of the floor and to the left and crashed my head on my marble dining room table and tazed my upper back twice behind my heart and threw me into a pile of glass on the floor. The help me down. I never had at all during this fought them off or struggled. I only stated I would not let me hair be burned. The female officer said, "she's bleeding". They cuffed me and one walked me out to their police car. I told them when I got in the car I had called 911 over and hour ago and they refused to respiond to help my older daughter in another location all together. They then called it in (like they had no idea) Then took me to Shady Grove Adventist Hospital. They xrayed my head and my nose was broken. And they saw my burns. One cop was saying really loud from the other room, "She's PAGAN". The nurse asked if I was upset. Of course I said I was and they LOONED me to cover it all up. They also removed private property from my home. A chalice and an an axe. It was Labor Day weekend and I was supposed to go camping with my younger kids but they could not go. They never returned these things either. And taking that Chjalice was also a civil rights violation. So is a botched response to the wrong local, after refusing to help, and beating the shit out of and trying to call the exlobbier mother who called in for help for her daughter. I tried to get legal help afterwards but due to obnoxious and unseen circumstances I could not get a lawyer to obtain the dispatch calls and help from the two dumbasses who were crashing their cars that night to help me.
Some time ago early 2003.......Someone recieved a call in an emergency and responded, "so what"?
Next time someone calls you and tells you they were raped again this is not generally the response one hopes to get.
If someone is in a strange city and has no one there at all to help, scared to say anything (it was not the first time that has happened) A little bit more concern would of been helpful.
The hospital did nothing to help either. Just stared back in my face. It seemed they were happy about it and said nothing.