Stalk Much?

Stalk Much?

You'll love these screen shots. Please look closely. And than make sure to go ahead.... Check my accounts. My accounts are: @TheOnlyDeneale, @Deneale, @DenealeBookBuzz and I "did" have @CyberbullyStopp until I "allowed" it to get suspended because I could no longer access it's email. (And said stalker "knows" this, I tried to publicly and privately resolve this with @Twitter.) {I now lost the email account to that Twitter handle and forgot the password too. So, when said stalker was going around reporting everyone's @Twitter handles for "mentioning" his precious name and screen shooting his evidence, ta-damn-da it was suspended. Which was my goal. Now it cannot be hacked. It's better this way. He did good; and I won. 

Now, I'm only gonna share a few screen shots here, and I can. Reason being: many of them have "my" ©opyrighted name in them. I spoke in advance with blogger, because of said fact, these are mine, and I have permission to use and repost something mentioning and/or speaking about me; whether good or bad. This does not violate blogger terms. All I am doing here in these screen shots is sharing posts "about me!" 

Therefore here is my disclaimer: if you have a problem with the contents of this posting, please feel free to exit this page immediately. Prior to publishing I sent everything to blogger for their review. Contents in and on this blog are my property. If you feel this blog is directed at or toward you, than realize you are assuming, and only causing yourself problems for doing so. Please refrain from doing so. Should you feel you are still having any further issues with me or my blogs, please exit immediately. 

Check this profile out. The header says "Build your own business" for a business building site, oddly they seem to be focused on who? You guessed it! Me! 

Think this is odd? Wonder why this person is mentioning my sexiness? 

As seen on my facebook! DUH lol

By the way.... I still have thousands.... I repeat.... Thousands more screen shots. All of which contain my entire name. Yes, my name. 

Tell me this isn't harassment, defamation of character, hatred, abuse, cyberbullying, cyberterrorism, even hate crime. 

This person has caused me stress, financial job loss, and stress, mental stress and anguish. This man has sent me emails, called me, sent me snail mail to my home residence demanding money, black mailing me. Demand for payment in order for him to stop this childish violent behavior. This man has told me to drop off the bridge. This man has tried to ruin my life. He has contacted my friends, neighbors and family; as well as my employers. 

I feel this person is a danger to hisself, as well as to me, and to society.

It is truly sad that he sought me out because I reviewed a book by one Chelsea Hoffmsn on my blog: www.DenealesBookBuzz.com otherwise, the man never heard of me. He had been bullying her for many years prior to me, and because I reviewed her book, he decided to attack me too. 

I have never been so sickened in my life.....

By the way. All these accounts in question? They're owned by one person. One stalker. Same person. Again I say: "Stalk much?!" 

Notice

Notice:

The fact that you hate me doesn't bother me. What bothers me is how you think you know me inside and out and how you think you can hurt me. What bothers me is that you ruin a name my parents gave me, derived of a piece of my father, whose name is Neal. What bothers me is that you think you can slander me, make fun of my weight, and think it's going to knock me down. You think that by telling me my life is unworthy that I will actually commit suicide over you. You actually think you matter that much to me? Do you actually think I have nothing to live for? Because sadly; that's where you're wrong. 

Which yes, I realize by telling you this, you will only push harder. Make more crude posts to, more awful digs, more cartoons, more nude photos, more wanted posters. You have that kind of time on your hands being jobless, and having your parents support you, while the rest of us have to work for a living. And when you're not doing that, you're going after people like myself that you stalk and bully, and than threaten them if you want it to stop, they have to pay, so that you can have funds coming in. Admittedly, it seems like a great con. But unfortunately for you, this con is not going to work with me. 

I am not going to put up with your hate emails, your threats to sue for things I didn't do. When I have all the proof in my possession, in my safe and with, oh yes: my imaginary Attorney. 

Yes, I am over weight. No, I do not believe that I am ugly. I am a good and descent person inside and out. I am far from perfect, but believe it or not, people love and like me. I have real friends, fake friends and even FriEnemies. 

The only reason I am labeled a stalker is because I was arrested. Not charged. That's right, not charged. Look it up, believe whoever you want, obviously I can't stop nor make anyone believe what they want. However, the facts are in print in black and white. The state attorney could not press charges on me because there was no evidence. That's right: none. Mind you: I was in jail, if it was twitter, my page was public. So how could there be no evidence if it was twitter? Hmm? When a person sends a text to themselves from a computer application using www.ifaketext.com from my alleged number, and they used their own computer, I cannot be prosecuted. Just sayin....

Yes, an injunction is placed on me. No, it isn't permanent. According to my Attorney, and I have my copies, my paperwork was submitted. Allegedly, the Judge hasn't read them. I can't read the Judges mind, I have written in myself and asked, only to be ignored myself.

As for Mike Broemmel again, allow me to explain: he never heard of me until I reviewed Chelsea Hoffman's book on my blog: www.DenealesBookBuzz.BlogSpot.com once I reviewed it, he than came after me, and has made me another one of his victims since than. 

Also, once he discovered me, the person with the injunction on me got ahold of him, and gave him all the incentive he needed to bully me. Go ahead, applaud her! 

Also, the woman with the injunction on me has also came after me VIA PayPal to try to extort funds from me. (Again, those were imaginary as well, and proven!) For some odd reason, everyone seems to think I am some sort of "Cash Cow" and that I am going to just pay out. Which is sadly, anything but true. 

The moral to this post? I'm glad you Cyberbullies whom are also my real life bullies are just so into me. But I wanted you to know that I will never return the favor. I am just not that into any of you. Nor will I ever be. And I'm sorry my weight bothers you, (or does it?) but I'm sure your weight is far from perfect too. 

So the next time you think about posting about me, or prank dialing me when you're bored, remember this: I may be worth your time; but you're definitely not worth mine. Have a nice life!

~Deneale

Where Was the Law?!

Where Was The Law?! 

I remember when I was eighteen and pregnant with my first child. We were young, and just starting out. We both were working for McDonalds at the time, full time even. But in those days, McDonalds didn't allow you to claim full time employment. Our status as employees was part time, therefore we had no insurance. However we were both working well over forty hours a week.

The clinic we were going to was in St. Thomas Hospital (than) later known as Summa a division of Akron City Hospital. The Doctor we seen was Mariello. He was kind of young, his assistant in training was Dr. John Allen Black. (Whom I would later in life take on as my OB-Gyn  and even give one of my own Sons his middle name.) 

Anyway, one week we seen this little girl in the waiting room reading and pregnant, with her Mother. Exasperated I stared for a few, and eventually had to ask. I went right to the point and ask her age. Proudly, it seemed, her Mother answered; with nine. I cringed. Pregnant at nine. This must be a mistake or something. 

"When are you due?" The Mother ask me. 

I answered. But that allowed the door to be open for conversation. "Is she your daughter....and is she really pregnant?" 

"Yes to both!" She said. 

"But she's only nine! How?" 

"Her Father!" She responded.

"Are you still with him?" I couldn't stop myself.

"Yes. He's at work right now, why?!" She answered.

I felt like puking. My husband's mouth was hanging wide open. "Um... Oh. I mean... But she's nine, and he's her Dad!" Again I have foot in mouth disease you see....

"I know what you're thinking. But she doesn't mind." 

Ok I was so disgusted I couldn't talk anymore. 

When we went back into the room to be seen, as usual, with a clinic they check to see if you're using drugs, taking your prenatal vitamins, and than measure your growth as well as the babies. 

So I ask point blankly how DCF (Ohio's terminology for Children's Services) was not involved in the little nine year old and her Mother and Father. (Back than HIPPA laws were not as strict.) and the nurse said it was what the family wanted and agreed to.

This was 1985, when this happened. Where was the law than? A nine year old is not completely and totally capable of making adult decisions, and their bodies are not ready for Child birth, and pregnancy; let alone Motherhood. 

To this day, I oft look at my Son and remember going to that clinic and think of that nine year old girl and wonder about her. I wonder if she regrets "her alleged" decision? 

It's cases like this that make you wonder how and why some rape laws have been enforced, and some rape laws have been pushed to the extreme. 

Again: where was the law for that little nine year old girl, when she needed them, at least someone to offer an ear for listening and suggestions. Where? 

Oh No You Didn't!

Oh No You Didn't! 

If there's one thing I have learned through the years watching and listening, and even being bullied myself:

It's that those whom are doing the attacking are jealous of you. It's not that they hate you, and it's not that they want to be you. It's just that you have something they lack. Whether it be stamina, looks, friends, money, fame and fortune, or who knows what. Whatever it is- big or small- something about you-has their attention. 

What can you do about it? Nothing. Just continue being you. There is no reason to change. I mean: unless you honestly want to for whatever reason. But don't force those bullies and haters to make you change your ways, and your life just to appease them and their needs. 

All a bully is, is a simple wannabe. They wannabe rich, they wannabe famous, they wannabe good looking, they wannabe noticed. And the only way they can get noticed is by riding your coat tails, making a mockery of you. Insulting your looks, your weight, your home, your job, you name it. 

It's time to put your hand in the air and say this with me: "Oh no you didn't!" Because we're no longer gonna listen to the weak, because that is what they are. Anyone who mocks us, is weak. I don't care if you're mocking my weight, you aren't perfect everywhere trust me, open your closet door all the way, I dare you! You don't know me, just because you can see my physical imperfections, doesn't mean I'm worthless! I'm far from unworthy, God loves me, and my family and friends love me. I was put here on the Earth for a reason, and it was not to be intimidated by a lousy bully that thinks they can mock me. 

It's time for everyone to put their hand in the air, and stop all the bullying and say: "Oh no you didn't!" 

Our lives matter, just because you see "us" differently, doesn't mean we're going to put up with anymore, or you. It's time we put a stop to your hatred and bullying.

"Oh no you didn't!"