http://www.myspace.com/jeremyhaddle
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Christopher Leone
Mobile Signing Solutions, Corp.
http://www.
chris@mobilesigningsolutions.
(407) 929-1173 Phone
(888) 379-7551 Fax
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Monday, April 29, 2013
Jeremy Haddle, Social Worker, Michigan Fan, Lying Asshole Who Will Be Sued and Buried DEEP
http://www.myspace.com/jeremyhaddle
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Christopher Leone
Mobile Signing Solutions, Corp.
http://www.
chris@mobilesigningsolutions.
(407) 929-1173 Phone
(888) 379-7551 Fax
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Sunday, April 28, 2013
Rundown Preview: Schadenfreude (Haters)
Schadenfreude
This is critically important in my situation. I mentioned something about the Revenge-of-the-Nerds group. I suspect that there is a covert network of folks who simply feel that they have been disenfranchised unfairly and target people whom they feel have a combination of "unfair" advantages. The epitome of the term, "haters." My brother is part of this and it's possible that there's also a group of short people targeting tall people. The heat I catch in this regard is very intense. Schadenfreude fuckin' rains on me. Ok, then. So be it. I've spent a lifetime feeling sorry for these sorry asses that can't stand me for my confidence and ambition. I've tried to be magnanimous. It's very much a real thing and includes a t-shirt printer I worked with in Columbus. Not Vantage. This guy did my Heisman shirts. He was short and just like my brother in attitude, etc. Pissed off at the world because he's short. He made some comments indicating my brother had contacted him--just turned into a real asshole about midway through our interaction after making a comment or two about height. He's absolutely part of this. This was after the tracking implant--the summer of '06. This guy liked bragging about taking trips to California and renting Harleys. He also road BMX. He had a 2-door Jag at the time. I can't explain what a prick he turned into quite suddenly a few days after I met him. I distinctly recall wondered why that happened.
I don't recall his name and I can't figure out exactly where his office was, but I can narrow it down. It was north of 270 on a road that ran east to west and was in an industrial/office complex that was kind of set back on the north side of that road. There's a Dairy Queen at the nearest main corner. (Why no DQ in SF? Haven't figured that one out yet.) I want to say it was the corner of High Street, but I'm not sure. I don't recall whether he did screen-prints at all because he specialized in heat-transfers to various promotional items including t-shirts, coffee mugs, mouse pads, etc. I think the height thing is probably a coincidence, but I guarantee you my brother got to this guy.*****
Yep--R. Myers sounds right. I would guess the first name is Rick, which sounds right too--Rick Myers...of course. Complete fucking weaselly little con-artist scumbag just wike wittle Joey. I mean, it is truly an amazing coincidence because my brother and this guy are like long lost fraternal twins.
Don't hate.
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This is critically important in my situation. I mentioned something about the Revenge-of-the-Nerds group. I suspect that there is a covert network of folks who simply feel that they have been disenfranchised unfairly and target people whom they feel have a combination of "unfair" advantages. The epitome of the term, "haters." My brother is part of this and it's possible that there's also a group of short people targeting tall people. The heat I catch in this regard is very intense. Schadenfreude fuckin' rains on me. Ok, then. So be it. I've spent a lifetime feeling sorry for these sorry asses that can't stand me for my confidence and ambition. I've tried to be magnanimous. It's very much a real thing and includes a t-shirt printer I worked with in Columbus. Not Vantage. This guy did my Heisman shirts. He was short and just like my brother in attitude, etc. Pissed off at the world because he's short. He made some comments indicating my brother had contacted him--just turned into a real asshole about midway through our interaction after making a comment or two about height. He's absolutely part of this. This was after the tracking implant--the summer of '06. This guy liked bragging about taking trips to California and renting Harleys. He also road BMX. He had a 2-door Jag at the time. I can't explain what a prick he turned into quite suddenly a few days after I met him. I distinctly recall wondered why that happened.
I don't recall his name and I can't figure out exactly where his office was, but I can narrow it down. It was north of 270 on a road that ran east to west and was in an industrial/office complex that was kind of set back on the north side of that road. There's a Dairy Queen at the nearest main corner. (Why no DQ in SF? Haven't figured that one out yet.) I want to say it was the corner of High Street, but I'm not sure. I don't recall whether he did screen-prints at all because he specialized in heat-transfers to various promotional items including t-shirts, coffee mugs, mouse pads, etc. I think the height thing is probably a coincidence, but I guarantee you my brother got to this guy.*****
Yep--R. Myers sounds right. I would guess the first name is Rick, which sounds right too--Rick Myers...of course. Complete fucking weaselly little con-artist scumbag just wike wittle Joey. I mean, it is truly an amazing coincidence because my brother and this guy are like long lost fraternal twins.
Don't hate.
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Thursday, April 25, 2013
E-Mail Problems at Coleman Professional Services (Update)
But what's interesting is that the most recent one went to my SPAM box where whoever is making this happen is hoping it would get mixed up with all "Come view my Cam", entrap-me-for-pedophelia ads, which I never even open, and I wouldn't see it. Well, I found it. Please note the message in the yellow bar:
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Saturday, April 6, 2013
The Big April Fools' Joke
It is now April 6th.
Someone recently dropped this hint to me: "You have six days
left." That six days lead up to April 1st. I wrote on GSC about an
encounter with my brother and brother-in-law--the cop. It bears repeating:
My brother said, "We're going to play a game with you, ok?" My brother-in-law leaned over and whispered in his ear, "No, it's 'We're going to play a joke on you.'" Joey corrected himself, saying to me, "We're going to play a joke on you, ok?" I made some sort of dismissive comment like, "Ok, whatever, Joe." Rick said, "Thaaaaaat's enough." Of course, I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about and didn't until some time over the past few years. When I recently got the six-day hint, I put it all together. I now know that it must have been an April Fools' joke. That's what you do on April Fools' Day--play jokes on people; some small, some big. Makes good sense. The "play a joke on you" incident must, then, have occurred on or around April 1st. I now know it was in 2003 (I previously suspected it was later) because it happened at our parents' house in Niles, and Joe usually only makes one trip a year to visit there on Christmas. During '03, when mom had ALS, he made two or three extra trips to visit. One must have been around April 1st. In fact, I believe it was for his birthday, which is March 23rd. In fact, the lighting in the living room at the time tells me it was early afternoon or late morning and therefore probably right before Joey left for the airport to return to Scientology-ville. The last time I would have seen him on April 1st other than that would have been when I was in high school or during my early years of college. After Rick said, "Thaaaaat's enough." Joey picked up one of his feet, stomped it right next to the other one, and said, "Ooo! This is going to be so much fun." and added a comment about a large sum of money--might have been $10,000,000. Then one of the bumb-asses made some kind of comment insinuating that it's the only hope I would have at any kind of a life--they're both sick with envy and inferiority complex. Then again, it's probably true. Because Rick knew I was a target for his far-right extremist buddies, which I didn't at the time, the comment probably wasn't so far off, despite the fact that I'd gone to New York aww by my sewf and got into television production, which of course ended when I ran into a Neo-Nazi at A&E. This April 1st was 10 years since the "play a joke on you" comment, a nice round number. Again, makes good sense. Yes--it's a 10-year-long April Fools' joke. And even though Joey slipped and called it "a game," he kind of insinuated that the only goal is survival. Since I never even knew it was happening, let alone knew what the goal or the rules are, then I'd say that it's safe to assume that it's just kind of an endurance/survival game. The goal is to drive the person to suicide. If they survive, they get the prize.
My brother said, "We're going to play a game with you, ok?" My brother-in-law leaned over and whispered in his ear, "No, it's 'We're going to play a joke on you.'" Joey corrected himself, saying to me, "We're going to play a joke on you, ok?" I made some sort of dismissive comment like, "Ok, whatever, Joe." Rick said, "Thaaaaaat's enough." Of course, I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about and didn't until some time over the past few years. When I recently got the six-day hint, I put it all together. I now know that it must have been an April Fools' joke. That's what you do on April Fools' Day--play jokes on people; some small, some big. Makes good sense. The "play a joke on you" incident must, then, have occurred on or around April 1st. I now know it was in 2003 (I previously suspected it was later) because it happened at our parents' house in Niles, and Joe usually only makes one trip a year to visit there on Christmas. During '03, when mom had ALS, he made two or three extra trips to visit. One must have been around April 1st. In fact, I believe it was for his birthday, which is March 23rd. In fact, the lighting in the living room at the time tells me it was early afternoon or late morning and therefore probably right before Joey left for the airport to return to Scientology-ville. The last time I would have seen him on April 1st other than that would have been when I was in high school or during my early years of college. After Rick said, "Thaaaaat's enough." Joey picked up one of his feet, stomped it right next to the other one, and said, "Ooo! This is going to be so much fun." and added a comment about a large sum of money--might have been $10,000,000. Then one of the bumb-asses made some kind of comment insinuating that it's the only hope I would have at any kind of a life--they're both sick with envy and inferiority complex. Then again, it's probably true. Because Rick knew I was a target for his far-right extremist buddies, which I didn't at the time, the comment probably wasn't so far off, despite the fact that I'd gone to New York aww by my sewf and got into television production, which of course ended when I ran into a Neo-Nazi at A&E. This April 1st was 10 years since the "play a joke on you" comment, a nice round number. Again, makes good sense. Yes--it's a 10-year-long April Fools' joke. And even though Joey slipped and called it "a game," he kind of insinuated that the only goal is survival. Since I never even knew it was happening, let alone knew what the goal or the rules are, then I'd say that it's safe to assume that it's just kind of an endurance/survival game. The goal is to drive the person to suicide. If they survive, they get the prize.
Ten years gone.
PAY THE FUCK UP!!!
I have no fear whatsoever of what might come because the various groups targeting me are aware of the payment. None. Fuck them. Just do whatever magic you do and pay it. By virtue of this debt to me, I am no longer a debtor person. For those not familiar with term, "debtor," it applies to an entity that owes more than it is owed. That, I am not--not by a long shot. Hints referring to debt fall on blind eyes and deaf ears, so don't bother.
And regarding the suggestions that part of this is manipulating me to make me hungry by constantly irritating me and keeping me frustrated, you won't be benefiting from that. I'll take the money and just live nicely...as I please.
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Monday, April 1, 2013
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