I think this is from Sara's ex husband. The father of her children, who held my mother in the highest regard. 

Let me start by asking if you really expect me to take responsibility for my dead mother's actions? Perhaps that was a typo or emotional response that wasn't thought through. I don't blame Sara for ruining our family. I blame her for not being transparent with those who were helping her. Also, she brought Damienne with her when she showed up unannounced. Damienne tried to frame me, and the FBI verified that she was an integral part of the frame up job. 

Sara was my mom's best friend for the majority of her life. My mom asked Sara to back off her boyfriend and Sara had sex with him anyway, after being supported by my mom's disability check for 18 months while she played third wheel following them to Mexico, then to Canada.  She never contributed, only expected to be supported by my mom and Dave.

Whatever trouble she got in, we likely could have made go away, but she wasn't forthcoming about it.  Her and Dave were making plans without even checking with my mom. She trafficked heavy narcotics and not a small quantity. You know, I never returned to Vincent's Pharmacy, the pharmacy we used all my life since I was like 6 years old, because she made me be a part of her bags upon bags of oxy purchase in cash!! I was a minor!! 

Plus, she never paid back the McDonald's that I didn't even want to stop for because I knew my mom was cooking dinner. 

Then, someone put money in my pants which were laid out on my bed while I was in the shower. Kristen just so happened to walk in just as Sara was messing with something on my dresser, which didn't even have anything on it, so lord kknows what she up to.  And, my bedroom was at the end of the hall, and she had no reason to be in there.  The only reason Kristensaw her is because she was puttimg her newborn on my mom's bed. Then as I'm leaving for work, she demands I check my pockets for money she claimed to be missing, when just the night before she spent every dollar she had on oxys and had no money for McDonald's which she didn't even mention until we were sitting in the drive thru having already ordered. She did nit leave anywhere, and later she wanted a ride to an atm, which we delayed until a couple days later because her bank was an hour drive from our home. 

 I am not trying to come across as scathing.  I know my mom had issues with her relationship.  Mostly, she picked a deadbeat boyfriend that only was interested in illegal enterprises as his primary source of income. My mom, did buy the pop up to get away from Dave and his lifestyle choices. She didn't want to be a swinger or a felon, and Dave wanted to give neither up. 

You're right, we all would have been better off if he was never a part of our lives, but I was a kid.  A minor.  I had no choice in any of it. That's the part that no one seems to have taken into account. 

Lastly, my once good friend, who I considered a brother at one point, car jacked my mother and stole the pop-up and Dave's fifth wheel with the Roadmaster. It was never my car. It was her car. 

My mom was doing Dave a favor by letting him spend a couple nights while the camper and truck were being worked on. And, the only reason she even talked to him was because I had left a message begging her to answer at a specific time when I called back. The only reason she lost everything was me. Not because i did anything wrong, but because I hadn't heard from her in a year and I was worried. 

They stole 500lbs of weed that wasn't even paid for and my mom was left with no choice but to leave with Dave, in the truck, their only remaining asset.  To compound the matter, they now were on the outs with Dave's Mexican connection for a cool 2 million bucks. That my "friend" had in his possesion. 

To add insult to injury,  he had one of his lackey friends, who just so happened to have been raised by my family for reasons still unclear to me, drive me home in my mom's car!  I wasn't even aware they had been carjacked by people who impersonated law enforcement. Even worse, Levi and my ex Ryan used my mom's car to commit countless home invasions and rob people who Ryan's other boyfriend, Chris, who was also Levi and Paul's boyfriend, had scouted out by hooking up with them and taking detailed notes of where money and valuables might be located in each home.  10-15 homes every weekend, that they robbed using fake credentials and the notes Chris and Paul made a spreadsheet of every week. 

I only wish I had been able to get to the bottom of it while either were still alive.  Or even better both were still alive. I got blamed for so many things that I had no knowledge of. And, I'm still suffering the consequences of the wrongful persecution. 

I blame myself for ever trusting anyone. For ever even being adopted into this messed up family. For even being born. 

Believe me, I feel horrible for my involvement, but not for what I did, only what I couldn't prevent.  

It's almost comical because people are so narrow minded, they can't even wrap their head around the fact that all four of the aforementioned "friends" of mine were all sexually involved with each other.  They were all part of the biggest fraud I've ever even heard of. They all broke the law and used my family as a doormat.  They probably committed all those home invasions with my mom's Connecticut handicap license plate which could have gotten my mom locked up for life. They also refused to return her life saving prescriptions, which even a cold hearted crook would have no use for and should have returned when I confronted them. 

Then, to get I'm a relationship with me after all that, a decade later, is insane. Had I recognized him, I'd have been a far worse boyfriend to him than I was. I'd have been better prepared to handle his b.s.  I'd have probably done my best to put him behind bars, of I'd known that it was him that had laughed at me when I begged for my mom's insulin amd heart medicine be turned over to me. 

Chris was in a treatment program so he had a curfew. Ryan and Paul spent the days having sex with Chris, and when Levi was off from theist office, Friday night through Monday morning, he amd Ryan hooked up and played vigilantes by robbing people like so,e Robin Hood wanna bes. 

The fact is, if anyone is to blame it's all of them. They are awful people, but my mom had broken free from that lifestyle.

It's so frustrating that no one even sees them for what they are. And, more so, that they feel no guilt for what they did, and that they never had to be held accountable. 

Mind you, these are the same individuals that cost me my job, robbed my father of the heirloo,s they promised to deliver to me, and played a part in my real estate being fraudulently titled to someone other than the rightful owner. 

They forged my name on dozens upon dozens of titles and the lawyers responsible, Robert Plourde and Bob Bellafluer, one of which is romantically involved with Jeannine Cowie, who he titled the properties to, have yet to be brought to justice. 

Mikey should have never received a pardon. He then was tasked with returning my currency collection to me, but instead spent the money while compiling evidence to use against me, to make me look bad and undeserving of my real estate. Whether zi deserved it or not,  it belongs to me. Mikey got away with destroying my dad's priceless currency collection. He got a pardon by giving false testimony, amd his brother, the Chief of police violated my 8th amendment rights.  

 

 When the totality of the situation is taken into account, it sure seems to me at least, as though I was wrongfully persecuted and oppressed.  Not only by those that are civil servants and elected officials, but also by those that you're supposed to be able to trust.  Those that you have shown kindness and compassion to.  Those that you are supposed to have ties with.  

It seems however, that while blood may be thicker than water, greed is even thicker still. 

His mom was a Navy vet, dad active service navy

They loved Dr Suess. 

 I asked her how or why they had two of every Playskool playhouse sets.  She said they signed up for the Giving Tree, kind of by accident,  then her father bought the exact same set; the kitchen and log cabin and the gifts from the Giving Tree were still bearing the tags from the person who donated them. To Paul from Santa. Didn't seem like the kind of family that needed help with gifts, and then to be expecting another child? Do you not believe in contraception?  Or what's the deal?  At least that was the last year I believed in Santa. 

And, my aunt can claim kit was me that let the cat out of the bag about Old Saint Nick, all she wants. My cousin asked and I told her he wasn't real, to assuage her fears about people coming into her house uninvited, like the robbers.  

And, they still left a note for the Toothfairy, Easter Bunny, and Santa, to "leave the goods in the garage and not to enter the premises under any circumstances", for several years after that. I'm suprised they didn't leave one for father time twice a year. 

Their unit was the same size as ours, 400 dollars a month. Same as my mom's and mine. So, I know they weren't living impoverished. Her cadet picture had a lot of brass on it.  

I didn't say a word when she pulled the label from a little porcelin dish to show me. It was still stuck to a neatly trimmed piece of Christmas wrapping paper.

To: Paul 

From: Santa

I couldn't believe she had saved one of the labels, (she thought in some way it paid homage to gratitude she could never give properly).  In my mom's handwriting. 

To: Paul 

From: Santa

We hadn't even lived in the same town! We lived two towns over, where we donated those toys! Now, we were neighbors. What were the odds of that?

To: Paul

From: Santa 

I wanted to burst out that it had been me and my mom that donated those toys. I wanted to run home and tell my mom, but it seemed to be the right thing to keep the secret all to myself. So, that's what I did.  For 35 years.  I never told a soul. 

To: Paul

From: Santa 

 

 Let's see if I got this right. Levi, Chris, amd Ryan, were pursued to Northern Maine by Paul Gardner and CHANTAL?!!

It's funny because I know how Paul never asked any of us to be aparty to his hijinks, and thinking how much trouble he managed to avoid by always toting along a naive accomplice. 

I can just picture US Marshall's Jake Tiers realizing he'd left his brand new shield in the arm chair at Paul's where he'd been napping. I can only imagine how that must've felt. Knowing it should never have fallen into his possession.  Knowing his job was on the line. Knowing there was nothing he could do.

1 month ago Madawaska

 

 Sarah's boys!  Bruce and Bryan. 

 

I remember teasing griffin that I knew where to find him if he didn't pay me the 25 dollars on top of the 50 Kathy paid me for my rock collection, but I specifically took out the three rocks that had been confirmed by a gemologist at a rock and mineral show, to be rubies.  I took them out and put them in a bag, before brimgimg the shadowbox out for the tag sale. Never did pay me.  Then the rubies disappeared. 

 

 Should a person's entire fate be held in the hands of those who have personal feelings about the person?

April 2006

 Customs released the currency collection to me with the warning to not ever to try to cross with that amount of currency. 

We had stopped off in madawaska on our way to the lake house in Canada. 

Is that one of Dave's "stolen" fifth wheels behind Della's house?  Sure looks like his StarCraft.  Nope. It's the Trail Sprinter!!!!  Not even the same one as was stolen with the pop up and Buick. Two separate events with multiple years in between. 

 

 Ask Levi what line he purposely messed up, the help lend believability to their rehearsed alibis?

18651N 101St Place

 Home of BrokeStr8Boys. 

Straught up and straight back down

 When Chris amd Ryan became close friends, Chris began attention seeking behaviors, that likely were a symptom of something less pure than just a playmate. 

One of the things Ryan indulged him about was his invention of a new method of pulling notebooks on people who hadn't notebooked the puller. It was pretty apparent to me that the only way this could be pulled off was if the notebooker intentionally notebooked someone(s) to manipulate the system. By default anyone who tries to extort the system, becomes everyone's partner. Chhris' method was what I called notebooking diagonally, in a staircase like line. 

Yall didn't know that Levi still lived with my family when he was prescribed the liquid Adderall.  Ryan thought that it was the medication that made someone act like a sex maniac, so he dosed my Sprite with it. Even going so far as to pull a guilt trip on me asking why I wasn't drinking it, and didn't I trust him.  He then asked all about my sexual fantasies, what sort of guy I was attracted to, and what things I looked forward to when I became sexually active. Then he asked me if I'd be willing to perform one type of sex with someone he was related to, which he was unable to physically do.  I was so confused and thought it a weird thing to ask me, but I knew he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want me to agree, so reluctantly,  I agreed.  I also, had to hold it in confidence.  Then, he excused himself and wiithin 15 seconds, in walks his, what I assumed was the new foster brother he had mentioned on my previous visit. The boy was more physically mature than  me, and immediately, without asking put me in a position that left me with very few options as to how to proceed. 

I'll spare you the details.  Long story short,  the encounter was abruptly cut short, when I passed out cold. Not from the pain I was in, but because the liquid Adderall  has an amplified effect on those with ADD, as it does on those with ADHD.  

When the cops came to investigate the alleged drugging, Levi was already gone back to the summer session at the Lomdon Boys academy, (they do summer school at the end of summer break in August), taking his medicine with him and making me look, crazy. 

 Nativity engineered to beat the system,  is in fact a defacto money extortion scheme.  Not only are you accountable for the financial amd economic fraud, you are a comspirator to every crime committed by your organization despite your intentional placement in witness protection, for snitching on your own gang which you are still very much affiliated with while thinking your unprosecuatable. 

Ask the secretary, he's the one with the good memory, who kept every piece of paper trail stored in his head. GBM 4 LIFE (in prison)

Paul v. Griffin

 With the FBI playing referee. They said that we both had squeaky clean records and they couldn't determine who had lied, but they missed an important detail. They said they found Griffin's account more believable because when asked he said he didn't think I would do anything like that. I said, I wasn't sure what they were talking about and that I didn't know that anything had in fact happened. They considered this to be self preserving.  However, if we look at what Griffin said about having consensual sex with whoever it was, he had been covering up for that person from the get go. He had been anything but transparent about that knowledge, something my mom who was his temporary ad litem guardian should have been aware of and would have put a stop to. 

 How come he squints when he's not being Diva?

 Was the aunt of Paul Gardner who was murdered, Carla, a relative of anyone else in this melodrama?

Take one down, pass it around

 They (The Communith Builders), used the money allocated from the federal government to purchase the complex, but they only bought half of the units.  That's how Nancy Reno opened East Coast Construction Inc., which, in it's first year became a billion dollar company from a start up of one person. 

 I wonder, did Kelly even hope James accountable for instructing me to give Cassandra a swat on her butt to make her stop screaming bloody murder, demonstrating numerous times the right force and technique? I would be willing to wager she did not. I bet they continued living in unwed bliss with their brood of children.  Did she hold him accountable for smoking weed with me when I was only 14, in her basement?   Or, did she react by opportunistically trying to blame me for doing as I was told by her live in boyfriend, the patriarch of the household?  I did as he said, and smacked her on her butt, and he said I'd have to do it much harder and to do it again.  That being said, Kelly never even asked if I would watch her kids, she would just leave, to talk to Nancy Reno, often. James was there and he was the only of the two parental figures that was giving me instructions on the care of the children.  I think before I started hanging out there, (which in total was probably a handful of hours spread over a three or four week period, and was soon before we moved to Enfield,  she just left her 7 (CB), 5 (LS), 4 (BS), and 2 (JO Jr) year old alone pretty regularly). Only for a "few minutes" that often stretched into an 45 minutes to an hour, which is why I decided to stop going over there at all.  People paid me to watch their children, I didn't do it for free or for charity. She was the President of my company at the time, so the authority dynamic was supposed to be reversed. I didn't feel it was respectful and felt taken advantage of. 

Mostly, I was going there because I had a crush on James' friend, Greg.  I think he was related to Griffin somehow. He, (Greg), wasn't supposed to come around because he showed unusual interest in my company for someone that didn't live in the apartments and my mom said he was up to no good. 

James Jr was 24 months old when they gave him his first food not from a bottle, Cheerios. That was the only food he'd ever ate!  Even at 14, I knew this was borderline negligent. So how would I not know that spanking a kid was not my place you might ask. Well, the issue at hand is that while I did not believe in corporal punishment personally, a person should do their best to follow instructions given by the parents when they become the guardian ad litem.  Conversely, when a person is granted temporary guardianship by the legal guardian they are given the benefit of the doubt that the care they provide is adequate, thus why the parent trusted them to begin with.  

Which brings me back to the gratuitous violence that Levi and Ryan were exposed to watching the movie Titanic. The parental figure was aware I planned to screen that film and that my neighbor would be watching the kids while I was unavailable because I was auditioning for the school play. I was not the person designated to be in charge that afternoon, and I was gone for almost 3 hours. What went on during that time, I can't be held liable for, yet that was why Elon pulled a notebook on me. 

Literally, as I was walking out the front door, in walked Ryan, Levi, and griffin who I said had to leave. The boys asked if he could stay amd watch the movie and I said Sarah was in charge and it was up to her. Her brother was joining them to watch the movie so she said it was okay. "The more, the merrier", were her exact words, I believe. 

Flash forward a couple years and we are at Jim Jr and Sandy's, having a holiday or birthday meal, I believe,  and Levi's parents tell us about the obsession he had overcome after 18 months of really devastating symptoms. Night terrors, drawing the sinking boat obsessively, et cetera. Then, they said they didn't coukdnt figure out where he had been exposed to the historical event, because it wasn't in the curriculum and they strictly monitored his media exposure. I excused myself to the bathroom to gather my thoughts before coming back and confessing that he had seen the film at my home, on the day Sarah had watched the kids for me so I could audition for the school play. 

Fortunately, they were gracious and said it didn't really matter, the only important thing was he'd overcome it. (The most level headed reaction I think I've ever seen.  They were pretty progressive though, so I was less surprised by it).

I still think more happened than anyone admitted to, but I was told that I should just let it be. Trauma is the only thing that a 13 year old could be so deeply affected by that would manifest into those symptoms. I'd been running my after-school program and babysitting for several years at that point and has not once had a single issue. 

You know, I never gave it a second thought that previously, as in before they became clients of my daycare program, Levi had confided to me that he was told he could not be friends with me.  I was shocked by this revelation, but there was no appeal process, so I just went the other way when I saw him. Then his parents split and he had a new stepfather that was his primary guardian in the mother's side of the shared custody.  I kind of felt like the newly imposed strictness of his mom's household was bait to get the father to dare to parent differently so that it could be challenged in the custody hearing, but that is purely speculation. 

I was familiar with this tactic because my cousin's ex wife did just the opposite by indulging in a lifestyle that was different than what they were used to prior to the separation. Instead of being vegan they atte McDonald's three times daily and could play video games every waking hour of the day, where at their father's they had no video games or television. They did a six month with alternating parent's custody for many years as I remember it.

 It wasn't Chris prince that came with Ryan to see me at Northwest medical center! It was Ainsley!  And, his mom?

However, at the time, didn't Chris prince work in the records department of the hospital? Chelsea hall was the financial chair of the board of directors. 

When I called back to answer mayor Rothschild's questions for the npr program he was going to appear on, I spoke briefly with his receptionist about the nature of my call. 

The adjusters claimed the check was mailed to me care of Ryan Green to his parents home address where he lived. 

He promised to not make it an issue for me to collect my very important legal mail which he gave me permission to send there, via text messages. 

Notebooking; The Love Boat Pyramid Scheme

 It's bigger than the social security ponzi scheme!

It really is the next evolution of the romance scam. They reel you in, keeping studious notes in case they need to send in another of their network, they strip you of everything of value while planting seeds of doubt in those around you. They deny any wrongdoing or ulterior motives, and call you crazy. They keep you around long enough to pillage through every aspect of your identity and contact everyone that you associate with or ever have. Then, when they have everything they meed from you they cut all ties.  As if that weren't bad enough, they cut you off from communicating with anyone that is not pre-approved. They screen all incoming calls and messages and monitor your email.  They even have your mail forwarded so they can keep anything of value you may receive. It is like being in jail with no bars.  Then, they orchestrate for you to have no choice but to rely on someone they handpicked as the most likely to induce self sabotaging while reporting back every word you speak, every move you make, and every detail about you they can.  They squander every opportunity so that they can benefit from it amd oppress you until you feel like you have no options. They speak to you in your sleep, telling you to kill yourself amd that you should just give up. That they did nothing wrong. They make sure to know your schedule so they can come around when you're not home. They steal things just to upset you. Like your underwear.  Not just a pair or two. Dozens of pairs in the last couple years.  They have an insider that works at the sheriff's department that closes any complaint you open. 

(Relative of Andrew Kearney?)

 They tried to say it wasn't damienne.  She was Dave's niece and she got dropped off and picked up by her father Paul chasse. It was damienne. 

 The many faces of Paul Gardner. Is it me or do these loo, like two different people? Or maybe Ai generated using the bottom one and Paul's pic equals the top one. 

Come on down! Youre the next contestant on My Effed Up Life!

 Bryce Hall

 "I don't want Paul to ever have to worry about money again", were his exact words and I've dome nothing but since he said that. Thanks for dangling financial independence in front of me, which was rightfully mine, then making me look a fool for wanting it back. A polygraph is all it will take.  One simple test. Used to this day in Connecticut courtrooms. 

He said this to a federal judge.

You extorted money that belonged to me, or were sleeping with someone who did. Can't plead the fifth for unwed spouses.  Can't be held accountable for unwed spouses. 

You used your promiscuity as a means to an end. Sounds a lot like prostitution in a sense. 

 You claimed Chris stole back josh Green's notebook from me and you returned it to the rightful holder, Levi, who was notebooked first, supposedly. 

So, if you can undo the notebook pulled on Josh, why can't you undo the notebooks pulled on me?

 If the situation were reversed, I'd go to any lengths to prove that it was not true.  You, on the other hand, have taken the route of complete denial.  Shocker! You'd rather discredit me, than be honest.  You have nothing to gain, but I have nothing to lose.  

 Surely, if Ryan had done nothing wrong, then he wouldn't have margined his family's business ventures all those years ago. That is his tell. 

Much like was done when this round of torturing began. The Green Family Trust owned a dozen properties, but liquidated them right when they started harassing me, stealing my mail and phone numbers, my ID and social security card, even my Current bank card. 

The Cost of Bureaucratic Apathy: How Red Tape Enables Injustice

 There’s a growing problem in our society that often goes unnoticed—one that hides behind polite voices, automated responses, and stacks of paperwork. Bureaucratic red tape has become more than just an inconvenience; it has become a weapon that allows injustice to thrive. I’ve seen firsthand how this system, designed to provide order, has instead enabled deception, corruption, and outright theft, all while those in power deflect responsibility with the phrase, “That’s not our department.”  

A System Designed for Stagnation  

We are led to believe that agencies exist to protect us, to uphold fairness, and to ensure that wrongdoing is corrected. But what happens when these agencies are more concerned with protocol than with justice? What happens when fraud and extortion are met not with urgency but with indifference? The answer is simple: injustice prevails, and those who play the system are rewarded while those who seek fairness are left drained—financially, emotionally, and mentally.  

I have had to endure the painful reality of watching vast amounts of my assets slip away, not because I was reckless, not because I was irresponsible, but because I trusted in a system that refuses to act. At every turn, I have been met with roadblocks, each one manned by someone trained to pass the buck rather than address the problem. I have heard every excuse in the book: *We don’t handle that here. Try another department. You need different paperwork. The deadline has passed. That’s a civil matter. Have you considered arbitration?*  

These responses are not just frustrating—they are devastating. They allow injustice to become institutionalized. They let fraudsters operate without fear because they know the system is designed to let them slip through the cracks.  

The Emotional and Financial Toll  

It’s one thing to lose money in a bad investment or to suffer losses due to miscalculations. But when assets are stripped away not through personal fault but through bureaucratic negligence, the pain cuts deeper. It’s the kind of loss that makes you question everything: the institutions meant to protect you, the laws designed to provide order, and even the moral fabric of the people involved.  

The worst part? There is no accountability. No one steps forward to make things right. The system’s only function, it seems, is to exhaust those seeking justice until they give up entirely. It turns victims into villains, treating them as nuisances rather than individuals who have been wronged.  

A Call for Change  

It’s time to stop pretending that bureaucratic inefficiency is harmless. It isn’t. It ruins lives. It emboldens the corrupt. It destroys faith in the institutions that are supposed to uphold justice. We need to demand a system where agencies are required to *act*, not simply shuffle people around until they give up.  

No more passing the buck. No more meaningless referrals. No more shielding corruption behind protocol. We need accountability, we need reform, and we need it now. Because justice delayed is not just justice denied—it is justice erased.  

And I, for one, refuse to stay silent about it any longer.

 I told Betty and Leo Hollozack that seemingly things were on the road to resolution. That was almost 20 years ago, and we are no closer. In fact, nothing has been done. 

I had reached out to Mr Hollowzack because of his security company and experience in the FBI. 

Betty was out daycare provider for a year or two, for Katherine and I, when we were young kids. 

Interesting tie in; they have an inlaw who's name is Betsy Newby, which is the same name as the Regulations Specialist at Bank of America who denied my Consumer Financial Protection Beureau complaint. 

F*R*I*E*N*D*S

 If you were going to make yourself unto one of the most known faces in the country from Frieends, why wouldn't you choose the pretty one? MAJOR Lisa Turner, haha!

I see Jim was making dumb movies with Damienne using my money. For being such seemingly straight shooters my family turned out to be such Benedict Arnold's. His skin is so Grey compared to his Tom cruise mask, he must've been half dead.