Okay, one more time, a little louder for those in the back: I don’t want your short, bald, disbarred, psychopathic, lying, cheating, womanizing, alcoholic, old, broke, piece-of-shit rapist of a used E-Class-driving pathetic excuse for a life partner who went to a state fucking school.
Oh thank God, Demon Spawn is here. There is finally a grown-up to ref this shit.
Okay, bitches.
So Dave, I don’t know if you’re getting served with the protection from sexual assault order this weekend or next. They might serve you both together, but it will be Monday before Amy’s protection from stalking order goes out. They sent it to me right after the deadline. So, by the time I signed it, I was two minutes late. Oh well.
Okay, now that’s over. It is time for me to throw down some truth.
Well then. This has been interesting. I apparently chased off the one person who was really here supporting me. That shit blows because guess who was still here this morning.
Okay then. {D} remembered to relay from work this morning to log in, eh? Congrats on remembering not to do shit from your work network, bro. Maybe I will get a memo from you next warning me of an impending regulatory crisis. Excellent work.
It’s far too insulting for you to try to hide coming to my website. I see you, even when you come from DuckDuckGo. Shocking, I know. I see her too. I see both of you. Why?
Happy Apocaversary everyone! Can you believe it’s been two years since I created a very serious and apparently expensive issue in the Government of the State of Nevada? I have always loved creating a minor ruckus amongst the government types. This one, of course, ended very badly for several people, and the majority of them were completely unintentional.
Well it certainly looks like the lovebirds are back from Mexico. Although I will admit I am a little hurt. I didn’t get a postcard or, like, a souvenir. I was hoping they would send me a Mexican fruit picker’s hat. But, {D}, those don’t exist, do they?
I recorded this for {D} around thanksgiving of 2024. This before the website and the bar complaint and all the crazy that has happened since. Before the suicide attempt. I just remembered I had done this and listened to it just now. It's 30 minutes long and I'm crying the whole time. I wanted him understand the emotion was real. Honestly I think it speaks pretty well to my motives.
I am all legally atwitter as I just got my exemption from arbitration. Woot woot. Yay me. So now we don’t have to waste 6 months doing an arbitration that neither party will ever agree to. I just want to get this shit over with. I would hope they do too, and we can get to trial quickly. Or they are going to drag this shit out for the rest of our goddamn lives because they know that they are going to lose because their argument is, well, perjury.
I feel like I’m crazy, but not crazy at the moment. It has been nonstop, whatever, just talking to myself. I’ve been running through my life stories—the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I am not okay right now. It’s been a really rough week. I haven’t been okay since the midnight visit from our little friend.
I am about to go on a bit of a diatribe regarding the current judicial system and how it keeps us in rape culture and victim blaming. I have been talking to myself way too much and trying to kind of argue the case. I am actually getting a little concerned for myself, and frankly, I really need to get the fuck out of my house this weekend and be around some humans. I need to have a quick chat with {A} first about an audiogram and her chosen idiot.
Okay guys. Thanks for the birthday wishes. You all fucking suck. None of you? Not one. You all fucking suck. And you fuckers took your time and thought about it. Like every one of you did that. All of you are assholes, and don’t be an asshole on my birthday.
I have been in a mood. You have no idea. But our girl {A} over here took a deep dive into the archives today, and I couldn’t figure out what she was looking for. Then she pulled up my birthday post from last year.
I just filed a middle-of-the-night, can’t-sleep motion in the civil case. Oh dear, {D}, you are not bright and your lawyer is a brain-dead whore.
The bodybuilder thinks I’m obsessed. He told me I need to get past this. I need to do intensive trauma therapy. He was trying to be nice and caring, but I don’t need anyone else telling me to stop. I hear people when they say it.
I was sitting here going through things in my head. I’m working on a new motion. I was thinking about court and just in a circle of thoughts—some angry, some bemused by the situation. My laptop was in front of me, and I had one of the analytics tabs open. Then it popped up with a new visitor.
I keep coming back to fuck you. That is reactionary and volatile and immature and unstable. But all I can process to say is fuck you.
I seem to have hit a bit of a nerve. Oh dear, whatever shall I do? {D} called in the cunt ASAP.
Well, that caused a bit of a stir, eh? {D}, to whom in Vegas did you WhatsApp that to? You still on WhatsApp? Does the missus know? Do you still have it hidden on the phone inside a grouping named something innocuous? I certainly hope she doesn’t find out.
They released the video of the public comments. So here is the first one.
One tends to think of the Vermont EB-5 scandal and what happened later in Nevada as two separate stories. Vermont was Vermont. Nevada was Nevada. Different states. Different jobs. Different problems.
I am a historian. I am a researcher. I like to find things. It’s fun. It’s a game to play. I have a really high IQ and did fuck all with it.
Well Damn, I spoke too soon. Snarky Email Thursday went down to the wire. 11:58pm. Sanctions would tires be worth it. this dumb bitch thinks I can monitor her child? What the fuck is even wrong with this whore? She cannot possibly be this dumb and also have the ability to breathe. I feel another arbitrator recusal coming on.
It’s Snarky Email Thursday! Yay!
arbitration hearing at 4pm. I'm in a mood. Getting my public records from DOI July 11.2026. I just asked them why they needed 30 days to get me what should be easily accessible public records.
Just FYI, if you didn’t notice, I sent you a countdown clock. Twenty years. That’s how long the statute of limitations is for rape in Nevada. That won’t be until you’re 78.
The election has been called for Aaron Ford. Game. Fucking. On.
An Open Letter to Leslie Nino-Piro, Chief General Counsel, Nevada Attorney General’s Office
Check out my new page all about The Nevada Public Records Act and violations of it by the State of Nevada in my case.
I would like to explain the personal toll and collateral damage in my public records case
I forgot to hit record on my computer so I don't have an independent video. I will post the video the state is recording.
Today is the day.
Three hours. Here is the playlist of the day
Tomorrow should have been the arbitration hearing. Of course, {D} cancelled it for a family emergency that he apparently knew about months in advance. How that qualifies as an emergency, I will never know. But hey, we lost the arbitrator anyway, and now we have a preliminary arbitration meeting on Wednesday instead.
I hate everyone and everything. Let’s talk about irresponsible grown-ass adults and why I don’t fucking care anymore.
This motherfucker is killing me. I have been on the phone all day and writing documents, and this bitch is not answering me again.
Today was {S}’s 57th birthday.
I slept today. I’m turning nocturnal. I guess that’s how life goes.
Well, it happened. I broke and yelled at my dad. Last day too. Damn it. Whatever. He deserved it.
{D} I say this for all the women of my hometown. Try to leave without raping anyone there. Just not in my state. We have real laws there, despite the rapist-in-chief.
I finally got a new phone after 6 years. iPhone 11 is gone. Well, no, it’s right here actually, but you know what I mean. I have a phone from this decade now. Yes, my dad bought it. Unfortunately, it’s pink. That’s okay. We will live to see another day.
My father has arrived for a visit. He isn’t well. He told me about it at dinner. Apparently, it has been several years, but he is just telling me now. Not sure why.
It’s noonish on Memorial Day. My mom is hospitalized. I just had to call to let them know she is an alcoholic and they need to watch her for withdrawal, and I begged them to give her a nicotine patch because she’s a runner and will pull her IV out and leave.
I actually had a fun whole time last night. It was Alice Cooper and Criss Angel. The acoustics in that theater were shit, and they made us lock up our phones. I normally don’t go to shows where they do that shit. I’m looking at you, Glenn Danzig.
If you or someone you know is going through a similar experience, remember that you are not alone. Reach out for help and support. Together, we can overcome.
