Mouse Meet Tomcat

  There's this broad who lives in Alabama, and she's a pathological liar. She lies about her age, marital status, and even used other folks' photos as her own. Now this girl turned 38 yesterday, but still models herself after one of the wenches from Mean Girls. Between her and her little lap dog, they've tormented people, including teenagers, on the internet for at least 2 years. I've even written about her before, but she seems kind of unstoppable in her wretchedness. Until now.

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  This poor excuse for a woman hacked into my net buddy's Twitter account and shut it down, but not after she blocked those who tried to separate said friend from this crazy beast. In fact, it wasn't until he got a new account that he'd started chitchatting with me again. Now, this gent is distressed because she posted that he'd hit her on her public Twitter timeline. As a man who abhors such heinous deeds, he's pretty aghast. The thing is though, the "lady" did one worse than that - she told me that he was inappropriate with her very young child.

  Me, being sick of her manipulations and lies, told the friend. The broad vehemently denied saying this, although she made the evil series of statements to at least 3 people I know. So I checked my old messages and took a photograph or ten to prove that I am not lying, nor are the other ladies and the fellow dragged into this sordid mess.

  Now, it's one thing to lie about your age, that's bad. Adultery, that too is bad, and definitely worse. Accusing a decent guy of hitting you- well, that's libelous. However, the most foul and licentious, most awful lie you could ever tell about someone, is that they are a child creep.

  And this woman did this to my friend, and then denied it. And here's proof that it's exactly what she did:

For reference M-d is a 9 year old kid, and Shane is the victim in question.

As you can clearly see, this is a stream of Direct Messages from my Twitter account. See- that's moi in the background. The little hand in the bottom right corner indicates that I've just taken the screen capture. You can see my Feedjit blog dashboard and all of the political stuff I was reading at 3:30 this afternoon.

  So, to this bully, just so you know- I know who you are, where you live, and what you're like. I know that you insulted my weight when you were the size of a lumber trailer. I know you went after my buddy out of revenge and used diet pills to drop the weight. I know that you have a husband that you cheat on and I know that you don't work for a doctor. I know that you lie and cheat and push people around because it makes you feel better about yourself to hurt other people. But most of all, I know that you'll stop at nothing to control others, even if it means ruining their lives by telling the most despicable tale known to man.

  I'm not afraid of you. You can't hurt me. You're a filthy, loathsome being who desperately needs psychological help. What will you DO??? Lie some more?? Create another identity?? Call my house??  So fucking what. I'll be here, ready to tell you to go fuck yourself and to leave my friends alone. .

  Bring the noise.