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I twist the facts to suit myself, I rewrite history where I see fit and you must believe it at all costs. I embellish, Omit and dramatise everything to suit my needs.I refuse to listen , if anyone did anything wrong it was you and not me. I am always the victim and never the abuser.I am a great big projection machine and I will deflect and project any evil or bad behaviour back onto you, because you see , You are the problem not me.-http://masksofsanity.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-am-i.html ~~~~~~~~
'See, what I did, wasn't much more than call bullshit and confront her about the inconsistencies and evasions in her "story". '
that quote directly above is from BinkStink... from her little pitty party entitled... MEAN PEOPLE SUCK... what she really did was attack me relentlessly... slander me... call me a liar... berate me and deride me on her nasty little blog... so now... well... BinkStink... all i'm doing HERE is CALLING BULLSHIT and confronting YOU about the inconsistencies and evasions in YOUR STORIES!!!!!
as those of you who read my blog regularly know... both my blog and i, and now friends of mine have been stalked and slandered and attacked and harassed for quite some time by Kimberly Anne Stewart, aka Bink on the Catbox.. and known here as BinkStink... this woman is a predator... a psychopath... and i repeatedly asked and told her to leave me alone... or that i would expose her... she refused... so now i am exposing her, as promised...
psychopaths and narcissists are liars... they continually twist and rewrite the truth to suit the situation and and the audience... and this particular psychopath is not only big on PROJECTION... she is to quote her... a 'HIPPODROME PROJECTOR'... all of the vile nasty things she has accused me of are actually her own behaviors...
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we are about to see a psychopath at work... in print... although BinkStink proudly boasts of her over 5000 posts on Trubble's Catbox... it's not the only forum she's been on... but it is the one where she finally found the perfect audience for her CON... she shopped around until she stumbled on them... she shopped around quite a bit... and each time she put a different spin on her EVIL FAIRY TALE... to attract the most sympathy, and for maximum effect...
here is Kimberly Anne Stewart, aka Bink, aka BinkStink... on a public forum called Miracles in Progress... an online Alanon group... on this forum BinkStink is not the frightened abuse victim of the Catbox... but the concerned 'wife' of an addict... seeking to turn her life over to her "Higher Power"... BEHOLD... a lying psychopath in print!!..
KIM65
Full Name: Kim S.
Location: North Idaho
Birthday: 1965-06-28
Messages Posted :812
Status :Active
Member Since :Feb 24, 2007
Last Access: November 25th
Biography
I am 42 yrs old with two grown children and recently separated from an active alcoholic/addict. Two years ago, I left my previous life as a nurse manager for a chemical dependency hospital in San Diego for the homesteading life in rural North Idaho.The move and lifestyle change was not something I would have done without the A hammering at me for YEARS. Once we got up here and got started, he relapsed and has been in this state since. Ironically, I am the one who has embraced this new life and am the current proud Farm Mom for 30 something chickens, 10 geese, 21 dairy goats, 3 and possibly 4 dogs if "Dewey" is really a stray and needs a home, and one little manx kitty.I've been in and out of Alanon since adolescence, when my Dad went into recovery. I joined MIP in January or February (??) since getting to meetings is a rare treasure. I have found sincere recovery on this board, and am a believe than online 12 step off shoots are the real thing. I am deeply grateful to be a part of MIP!
Helen Keller could see that this is the same person as our little BinkStink... and you can already see some variations in her 'story'... the number of dogs is a striking one... by the time she's on the Catbox it has become 13 dogs... and here she is 'recently separated' -- but on the Catbox she has fled a raging lunatic and gotten an RO and is sleeping with her finger on the trigger of a gun, yada yada yada...
you are about to see a psychopath in action... i am going to post KIM65/BINK telling two very DIFFERENT versions of the same fabricated story to two different audiences...be sure and note the DATES... what she did was simply take some yarns she wove at Miracles in Progress, redated and edited them, and posted them on the Catbox... where she finally got what she was looking for...... not sincere recovery.. but some SUCKERS...
Kim65
Posts: 812Date: Jul 25, 2007
Feelings are so weird . . .
and surprising. I ran to the little store in town this morning for gas and passed the A coming out of the store. We were both shocked for a second or two, then he grinned at me . . . his best "Hi, Sweetheart" sort of grin. The one that made my knees weak way back when we began dating.I looked away so fast I almost missed it, and kept walking. I grabbed my Starbucks sugar bomb drink, paid for my gas, and listened to the cashier tell me, "Looks like he's doing real well . . . maybe he'll get his act together??"
By the time I got out to my car tears were dripping from my chin. I just had to sit and cry for a few minutes. I had no coherent thoughts, other than such sadness and grief. I got home and started milking the goats. I told HP "This is yours, I don't even know WHAT I'm feeling right now, but I know you do. I'm letting you have it because I don't have it in me to do anything with it right now.
"The goats got milked, and I had my usual morning of enjoyment with the chickens, the brave turkey who I caught drinking the milk right out of the bucket (what's a little turkey spit between friends??), the usual stuff.
So now that HP took it and I'm less volatile, I have to wonder what happened. The Hi Sweetheart smile undid me somehow, and I wanted to scratch the smile off of his face. How DARE he smile at me ?? I am offended. I feel deeply HURT by it.
We passed a communication to each other, and maybe I do not need to interpret it, but it hit me hard and I thought of you guys right away. . . why his little smile struck me like a bolt of lightening and left a mystery in my heart.
I needed to share this with my Alanon compatriots. I so appreciate you all for being "there" :)
make note of the date... July, 2007... by October of 2007 she was on the Catbox... with a very different version of the same fabricated story... rewritten for her target audience (aka - the next SUCKERS)...
Posted 10 October 2007 - 04:19 PM
I had plans to make a trip into "town" (sixty miles away) for supplies . . . I made it four miles into the little hamlet I live in, and see the ex's truck at the post office. I pull into the mini market down the street and just have a very bad feeling . . .
so I sit there and the ex walks out the doors of the mini market, about fifteen feet away from me. There's no hiding. I just turned my head.
Needless to say I did my business at the mini market, turned around and sped four miles back home, shaking. I sound so tough, you know, but I'm not. I go for weeks without hearing a word or even seeing him, which is amazing since there are less than 400 people in this hamlet. But when I do see him, even for a nanosecond, all I want to do is speed home, lock all the doors and windows and gates, make sure my pistol has a bullet in the chamber and LIE LOW.Just seeing him scares me shittless. Yeah, I'm so darn tough alright.
I KNOW my decision to end this relationship is right, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I KNOW he is a freak of nature, a bad man, a con man, he's screwing whoever he can, drinking and using drugs while going to AA meetings to get a statement from them to take to court for his meth posession charges.
I KNOW I am thinking clearly about him, I am GLAD he's gone, I wish he'd drop off the face of the planet and slither back into the hole he was born from. I am not shaky in my resolve, I don't miss him, I don't have any lingering wishes.
I just get SO scared when we get "close" like this, while he walked past the car I felt a wave of DANGER coming from him in his body language, the way he snapped his pack of cigarettes against the palm of his hand.I am so scared! And all I did was almost run into him.
Am I freaking over nothing? I feel like I am in danger. I am really scared, and there isn't any real reason "why".
Bink
yes, Catboxers... looks like you were HAD by a lying psychopath!!! her adult 20 year old son was living with her and ATM the whole time!!! OOOPS!. she forgot to tell you that???? geee... wonder why?????. poooooor Bink... soooooooo afraid of ATM... but not so afraid as to not let her own son be hanging out with him!!!!!
http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?aBID=42727&p=3&topicID=12911077
Date: Aug 2, 2007
What a jerk . .
The A ran into my son and his friend in town, and asked them to come cut wood with him to make a little cash. These 20 yr old boys were thrilled, as the A told them he could make $500 in a single day. They waited for him at his place until they got bored and drifted over to a new friend's home. In the meantime, the A got the car keys from them to "check" something (the car is in the A's name), and now refuses to return the car. It was a set up, easy to do to a couple of 20 yr olds.This little car was my son and friend's transportation. The A bought it this last winter, and has verbally given my son permission to drive it when he came up, by his own word to the kid. At least I can say I didn't get involved in that one.This is the same car the A tried to hijack from me a month ago while I was gassing it up in town. He's managed to get his own truck out of impound, so he has the farm truck, his own truck, and his motorcycle, and now has "reclaimed" the car he promised my son he could use when he first got up here.So my kid walks in the door at midnight last night, having walked 4 1/2 miles from town. It sounds like the boy had a nice time letting the A have it verbally at least :D . He told the A "you're NOTHING" and walked away, after it became clear the car wasn't coming back.Surprisingly my Mother Bear didn't really come out with claws and teeth (well, it was after midnight and I was pooped!). I'm upset but not surprised. The A wouldn't have done something like this a year ago, so my son was caught off guard.Since this car is in the A's name, there's nothing I can do. I do plan on calling the "boss" sheriff up here to notify him of this. It's just info at this point.What this does is screw the boys over, in terms of getting jobs or getting around. We have MY car, which they can use. But still.I just had to get this out. My mind, though fairly calm on this, is still trying to "solve the problem" and go back over and over what I SHOULD have done, I shouild have warned the boys to stay away from him, yada yada.What a royal jerk he is. No big shock.My "real" concern now is this success on the A's part will likely fuel his fire to try and find ways to get the rest of the power tools, etc, that he feels entitled to. Just like this little car, all was purchased with the farm money, which was provided by me. I think I'll call my lawyer too, and see what he has to say. If anything, we can push this lawsuit forward to get to the settlement faster, to get him the hell out of my hair and life period.Luckily, none of the local sheriffs will cooperate with the A in making an appointment to come get the rest of his stuff. Well, that's what he gets for manipulating them. Once burned, twice shy.By writing this, I'm turning it over to HP. Thanks again for listening :)
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wait a minute!!!...she's TERRIFIED of him...but she let's her son hang out with him????.....work with him???......geeez....doesn't sound tooo terrified to me!!.and she thought it was FUNNY when her son CONFRONTED ATM....instead of being SCARED!!!..and in the story above she's calling her lawyer to push her lawsuit through!...i thought she was BROKE....and i thought ATM was in JAIL....i thought there was an RO.......it was all a lie, Catboxers......all a lie!!!......and here are a couple of different versions of the firewood story.........the skanks are her friends..GOOD FRIENDS.....no ,wait..... they were friends of ATM who slept at her house a couple of times......no, wait....they were friends.....no..they were just a couple of drug addicts.......no, wait..........lie lie lie lie lie lie..........
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Nov 8, 2007
Date: Nov 8, 2007
Yesterday mutual friends of exA and I brought over a cord of pine rounds for firewood. This was unannounced, as the puppies had chewed through my phone cord (again). T and M (the mutual friends) just drove up with this wood, which I desperately need. They got it from the exA's "business partner". These two go out on state forest land and get firewood and sell it.
I definitely did not want to involve the exA in anyway, there's a RO and I don't speak to him at all, though he's sent a couple of verbal messages through T and M. I was willing to do business through the "business buddy" though, as long as it wasn't mentioned it was ME. I should have known this would backfire.
T and M said it would be 120 bucks a cord for the wood. Immediately I said that was way too much for PINE. They assured me it was the going price, and there they were in the yard with the truck loaded down. Plus, T and M said the exA had another cord of wood he wanted to just give me for free. ExA's AA sponsor had told him he needed to do that for me, whatever. So I thought well, two cords of wood for 120 bucks. OK.
When we unloaded the wood, T and M let it slip they'd all been hanging out together that morning, with the exA, and so now he knows I was going around him for wood. Very special. I wanted to clang their heads together, but let it go. They also handed me a single sheet letter from exA. Before T and M took off, they said they didn't know IF or WHEN they could get me the wood the exA was just going to give me.
"You know how he is," they said, "You never know if he's telling the truth or not".
I waved them away and had a bad feeling.
uh huh... on MIP she turned pooooor Tim in in hopes of saving him... but on the Catbox... she narc'd out ATM because she 'just wanted him GONE'...
on MIP she's turning it over to her 'higher power'....on the Catbox, all her faith is in her trusty '9mm Walther'...
on MIP her 20 year old son is living with her, and has been for some time... on the Catbox, she has abandoned both her children in California... and is a pathetic fearful domestic violence victim, all alone with a ravening meth addict after her!....
ah... what a tangled web we weave...
http://www.drirene.com/catbox/index.php?showtopic=45804&st=0 Posted 07 November 2007 - 06:35 PM I've heard nothing from my ex since I got him kicked out in June. He's sent messages via our mutual friends T and M, which I only responded to by telling him NO.
For the new folks or those who don't know my story, my ex is a drug addict and probably a sociopath or a narc. I have a year long RO, which forces him out of the home we co-own. I bought it with my money, but allowed him to put his name on the title like a typical, malignantly hopeful abused woman. We never legally married. Even more embarassing to me, he never divorced his first wife. She fled to Japan with their son and refused to return, after he moved HER into the remote country and did exactly the same drug addict/VA/PA green beans to her.
So I'm trying to run my "retirement" farm by myself, after he wiped us out financially buying drugs, after he wiped ME out emotionally to the point I was afraid I was going to do something stupid. So at the first opportunity, I turned him into the sheriff, just to get him away from me. I didn't care anymore about finances, being stuck up here alone with a bunch of livestock and gun nuts and mountain men (I'm an ex city girl too). I just wanted him GONE. Only after he was gone did I realize his abusiveness for what it was.
I've been feeling very down and frightened lately, I seem to cycle in and out of feeling like "yes, I can do this by myself!!" and "I am not going to be able to do this on my own." For the last week, I've been feeling the latter. It's very hard. I pray a lot. The farm money IS gone, and I'm living on a string. And winter is coming. And I can't leave the farm for more than a couple of hours at a time. So . . . sometimes it's just hard.
So T and M come by today and sold me a cord of much needed wood. And brought a letter from the ex that I thought I'd share. Yes, the letter really bothered me, so I played with it. I feel much better now :) .
The bold face is his exact words and spellings. My first impression was that his letter said nothing at all. I was disappointed in a sick sort of way that he didn't at least put more effort or prose into it, I mean, sheesh. Then I read it again and like slime the "message" started oozing out.
This is the first time he's said a WORD to me since June when I kicked him out.
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Dear Bink,I am sending this short note along with the wood, I have much to say to you, I pray that it be soon so that I may leave these burdens, Guilts and pain behind. I spoke with my lawyer yesterday and we shall all meet in court soon. I have proposed that we do 4 or more nuetral marraige Counseling sessions. I have placed my expectations that we might part friends and work out our seperation. If we decide to work toward mending the old or starting a fresh relationship that would be a plus. I wish to thank you for your hard work, keeping the farm in operation, I wish I was there along side you. I found nothing in my past, that pains me like being away from our house in the woods. I would like to start sending money to you by leaving envelopes in the mail box. I see nothing in the court paperwork that restricts mail or phone, we will talk more about this in our next court appearance. His First Name
. . threats and hoovers, all jumbled together in hopes I'll be confused and grateful. It's hard to believe what a hold he had on me . . . the last five months of virtual silence from him has been very healing. My heart goes out to all of you who have to interact with your abusers! It sure helps when the contact is nil . . . then when you do interact, you see them for what they are.
What gets ME is that I am the one that turned him into the sheriff, got him tossed in jail, blew his "cover" to everyone in this little town. And he STILL wants to come back? To do WHAT?? He would NEVER be grateful I stopped him in his tracks so he could get his life back together. He told me I'd be sorry if I ever ratted him out. Is he willing to over look that, hmmmm????
geee... on the Catbox these people are her FRIENDS... on MIP these people are some 'flakey substance abusers'... it's getting harder and harder to keep up with her lies...
vs Bink's Catbox spew:
Today, the truly suckiest part of this whole thing occurred to me. Not only did he send me the stupid empty letter, but he also ripped me off for at least 30 bucks, which is a lot for me right now. I bought a cord of wood from his business partner (their "business" is to go out on state land and gather fire wood and sell it) for one price, and ran into someone in town who bought it from the ex et al for 30 bucks less than they sold it to me. There is also the possiblity he and his minions sold me the cord of wood the ex's AA sponsor made him get to give me FREE. Either way, he's a complete pud and if he gets within arms reach I will scratch the face off of the front of him. OOhhh I hate his guts.
In real life I fear I would act nowhere near my quote above, this guy deserves to have his balls in a paper bag and I'm just the harpy to do it.
I'm sure he and his minions had a great time plotting to rip me off for that wood. Feckin Bonnie and Clyde who I thought were MY friends (T and M from the OP)!!! Ya know they could get about half an ounce of crappy weed with 120 bucks.
I had an insight last night about the "letter" he wrote. I remarked (and you all agreed) it said nothing at all. It hit me that since I've had no contact with him for so long, that when I see him in town I ignore him, or pass him on the highway don't return his "wave" (everyone waves to oncoming traffic up here :) ), that all he has is his own imagination to determine "where I am at" with him. His mind is like a bad neighborhood at night, so who am I to think I could cause him "injury"? He does it all himself much better than I could do.
That I could be DONE with him wouldn't even occur, I mean how dare I . . . his letter really says EVERYTHING I need to know.
His threats about "lawyer" and "court" are kind of funny too. His lawyer is a drunk, and has NEVER returned my lawyers calls or documents to be signed. NEVER. He filed the ex's lawsuit to sell the property and split the proceeds 50/50 but there is still NO COURT DATE, I've called and found that out. I'm not able to proceed b/c it will take another 15K to take this to trial. But the ex doesn't know that.
He's sent Bonnie and Clyde over here a couple of times to "notify" me of court dates . . . that never existed!! He has apparently tried to set up a kind of mediation with his lawyer and mine, so the four of us could . . . "talk". I have systematically refused. I have a RO. He can stick that on his tongue and hallucinate.
The next time I see him in court is to renew the RO in July. By then, I hope to be in a state of mind that I am BORED with the whole mess. What a loser. I hear that it gets pretty cold in that travel trailer when it hits about 15 degrees outside :D . Let's see if he "makes it" through the winter up here :D He goes to trial for meth posession in December, maybe he'll stay warm in PRISON for a while.
Jenny: I have to say this guy, when I first met him, fooled me SO WELL that I never would have dreamed he was who he's turned out to be. No offense against the good people up here, but he wanted to move out into the sticks to be among his OWN KIND. Thieves, liars, gun nuts, fugitives and drug addicts. Bink
PS: I don't know how I could survive this without you guys :wub: :wub: !!!
vs. Miracles in Progress spew:
It's so hard to tell a story with all the details and not have it be an e-book!Jean: yep, I live near a town of 400 on a mountain. The whole town was wiped out in 2000 by the lumber mill shutting down, so who's left are mainly retirees and people on state assistance with disabilities, ie, people who literally couldn't go anywhere else. The mean income is 23K per year per household.
Plus, my exA in his drugging and carousing made contacts with all these people who aren't above board if you know what I mean .
CG: only in the last couple of weeks have I felt like maybe I can't do this after all . . . no offense taken at ALL about the hillbillies, you lived here for a while, and it's all true. Most of the hillbillies woudn't DO something this underhanded and cruel, knowing I am poorer than they are!
I won't see any money in the mailbox, that is a classic "hoover maneuver", trying to suck me back in. I see that for what it is.
So I think you "get it", either a) T and M the so called "friends" made a 30 dollar profit off of me while lying about the going rate of wood knowing I was desperate, or b) they sold me the "free" wood the exA picked up due to pressure from his sponsor.T and M are flakey substance abusers, but exA in the past remarked he'd asked them to buy something for him when they went to town and it cost a lot more than he thought it would. I didn't even know them at the time, nor was there a receipt that I remember.
Somehow I just get the feeling that they would do it if they thought they could get away with it.It is very, very discouraging. All around. I'm trying hard not to catastrophize this.
Kim
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geeeeeez... is she going to PRAY over it... or shoot the bastard????... it's soooooo hard to keep up!!!
is she turning it all over to her HIGHER POWER... or is she going to turn a GUN on him????? does she want to SAVE him or SHOOT him????
does she have 3 dogs... or 9 dogs... or 13 dogs... or NO DOGS AT ALL?????...
is she a scared vulnerable woman alone on top of a mountain... or does she have her 20 year old son and a friend of his living there???
guess it just depends on what version of her STORIES you're reading... and what forum she's lying on!!!!
MIP spew:
Ah thanks every one :)
I KNOW I was ripped off, but just exactly how and why, I guess it's not so important. And I agree, there's nothing to be done about it but cut off those relationships as well.It's still hard for me to *believe* people would do that stuff to each other.
And so nice that exA was involved in the planning too. Maresie, YES I expect people to deal with me honestly, not play pretty to my face and screw me behind my back. I don't give a holy heck what their problem is, it's an automatic write off in my book. I would NEVER do this to someone else, I disagree with Robin Hood on principle. I don't care what life has brought to you, you don't do that crap for ANY reason.
I am seriously bent out of shape about it but I'm also flexible. No, I won't beat myself up about it.But I WILL react, in order to not have people like that in my life. Other than that, there's nothing to do but let it go.
When you lie down with dogs you get fleas. I didn't even lie down with them, I just let them in my house a few times and they let me "talk" and were supportive and funny.(dam it!!...i thought they were CLOSE FRIENDS!!..IT'S SOOOOOOO HARD TO KEEP UP!!) GAWD I must be lonely.Jen, I LOVE St Maries.Sometimes I think I should just sell this place, pay the lawyer with the proceeds to take the whole thing to trial and get the hell out of this god forsaken place. A town of 2500 sounds like civilization :) to me. I'll get all my stuff and animals moved and spend a week with CG on the beach :D.
I'm afraid I'm getting "beaten down" by circumstances. This sucks. I'll pray on this one and turn it over, I promise.
I would have never believed my ex would do something like this. I never, ever saw him treat another person like this. T and M . . . well, I am HURT beyond words, but now I know what kind of people they are. But my EX??? Where's my head?? He's an unrepentant drug addict, even losing his home b/c of it hasn't woken him up.
No, mine never did look out for me either, Maresie. It's like, why am I surprised?? His first real communication to me in six months is a letter about him getting rid of HIS pain and burdens, him missing OUR house and some threatening comments about his lawyer and court thrown in for good measure. Not one word about "how are you doing?" He assumes I'm just hunky dory. No, he wouldn't even go that far . . . I'm the one who took his toys away.I guess calling the cops and getting a RO really made him mad (snort). The beast is revealed.
Heartbroken, your post was very, very comforting and supportive :) Thank you so much for your prayers -- I really need them :)
I had a good cry over this when I went out to feed dinner to everyone. I started thinking about who I would "take with me" when I leave and then I had to stop thinking like that real fast.
Sometimes I am afraid I am just insane to think I can do this. I really want to do it, but I've never done it before, long term anyway, so how could I know what's possible and what's not? People are saying "Oh you are so TOUGH and STRONG" and you know what? To what end? I am tough and strong and persistent enough to drive myself into the ground, I've done it before.I have much to think about . . . but I refuse to do it tonight. Turning it over .
vs Catbox spew:
Posted 09 November 2007 - 11:45 PM
Yes I know how to use the gun, it's a 9mm Walther. I like heck don't want to use it but I will. He taught me how, guns are one of his passions. All windows and doors lock, doors have dead bolts. I have 9 dogs
(damn!!! refer to her 'profile' above... she states she has THREE DOGS... and eventually her on the Catbox it becomes THIRTEEN DOGS... but RIGHT NOW SHE HAD NINE!!! SOOOOOOO HARD TO KEEP UP WITH THE LIES!!!) and one is a Great Pyrenees, they HATE it when someone strange comes in their territory. I got her on purpose, believe me.
The local sheriffs have been very helpful, they know me, wave at me, say hello at the store. One of them lives two properties away from me on the same road. They can't protect me much. But they've responded promptly when I've called, and always call me back if I call them. They're the ones who insisted I get the ex parte NOW b/c they didn't want to see me in the hospital or worse.
What I'm counting on is the ex knows I will call 911 if he approaches me (I have) and the neighbors will call if they see him fiddling with the front gate (they have, a while back). He will lose his gun rights if he violates this RO, it will revert to a domestic protection order immediately.
If he loves anything, he loves his guns, nuts as it is. But I'll take it.
My greatest hope . . . this sounds terrible, but it's true . . . is that he'll go to prison or end up dead. I don't think he'll ever leave me alone unless that happens, as long as I'm sitting up here in "our little house in the woods". It's not "me" he's after, it's his fantasies. He's a real screwball. Now that he's so drug impaired, I barely recognize him.
He was a jerk and VA before, but now it's like he's his crazy twin.
We'll see how he does this winter :D there's no work up here, his work now is cutting firewood cords and the forests will be shut down for the winter here in about . . . two weeks :lol: !! No one will hire him to take out their garbage. And I have said very little to anyone.
I guess I should let all this inform me that "things" may escalate. I should just give a howdy to the lead sheriff that this is what's going on. I'm already being very careful. NOT writing him back is in this same theme, it gives him nothing but silence to respond to.And of course there's always the Karma Bus. But hey, thanks for the concern, it feels good to write this out for myself too.
Bink
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let me quote some excerpts from BinkStink's HIPPODROME PROJECTOR diatribe entitled MEAN PEOPLE SUCK... the one she aimed at me... while obviously talking about HERSELF...
I will chide people or confront them in the right context. Like, when they ask for it or in consensual debate. I see a moral difference between challenging a person's words or behavior, and telling lies, rather an obvious point to most folks.
See, what I did, wasn't much more than call bullshit and confront her about the inconsistencies and evasions in her "story". She can't tell the difference, and is therefore, a dangerous person.
Finding her father after refusing to believe her sob story, ...
When we are talking ideas and honesty and integrity, which are much higher on the food chain than they can grasp, they are struggling, like a 13 year old terror of a kid, for a simple sense of SELF. The sense they do have is so fragile a breeze would dislodge it. It really is life and death, to them.
Worse, to be unaware that this is how you appear to others . . . not a victim at all, but a lunatic to be feared. I imagine what a sad and joyless life it must be, to be her. And that each attempt to hurt or destroy other people (I am not the first, or last) puts another brick in the wall around her, isolating her further. Reinforcing her self loathing, and shame. The really sad part is that each time you attempt to hurt another person for your own pleasure, you are damning yourself to further pain. Because of your hazy lack of self to begin with, the acts of hatred appear to come from outside yourself, and you are victimized, over and over again without respite.
Sympathy for such a person is natural enough . . . but considering the damage they can and do cause others, the sympathy is misplaced.
Ironically it is sympathy that they demand, for they pity themselves above all other suffering.
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BinkStink, i'm calling you on YOUR lies and bullshit... and i'm going to continue to do it.. there are so many lies... and there's SOOOOOO much bullshit to call you on...this is just a sampling...
now I'm SURE... you're a pathological liar and a psychopath... you can rewrite history on your creepy little psycho blog... but you can't rewrite what you've written that is FOREVER in Google caches!!!...your bad!!!
stay tuned for more of BinkStink's lies and manipulations exposed... the truth is out there...
and more of it is coming soon to this blog...
