…for the kind words and support. As many of you now realize, I’m more than a bit dismayed with how slowly the justice system is moving — allowing a certain crazed, vodka-sodden pole dancer to continue her postings about my family and friends, including (most recently) the public posting of phone numbers — a full year after she started her descent into the ranks of the terminally unemployable and the near-universally despised.
Because of this, I’ve decided to take a little more time off to redouble my efforts to see that she’s stopped. In fact, I feel it a civic duty, at this point.
Watching her attack the spouses or the dead children of my online friends and acquaintances has been too much to bear — and her latest attempts to draw attention to herself (and that hair! Good God, how that hair mocks us all!), pathetic as they’ve been, have convinced me that I can’t, in good conscience, keep allowing her to rack up collateral damage in her attempts to keep me from seeing her either punished or institutionalized (that’s for the doctors and courts to sort out). Which is why I decided to quit posting. If only temporarily.
The good news is, I’m making progress, and I plan to take affirmative steps to apply even more pressure over the next several weeks. In the last year — behind the scenes — we’ve managed to shut down a number of her sites, though we’ve been unable to convince Blogger (Google owned) to take away Frisch’s account; meaning that, as one blog comes down, she puts a new one up — and invariably violates the terms of the restraining order we have against her, as well as the preliminary injunction issued by the Colorado court.
This has been a source of frustration — I spend much of my time taking screen caps, cataloging her legal transgressions, filing paperwork, attending court hearings (for all her bluster, she’s shown up to none of them) and conferring with my attorney. For legal reasons, I’ve kept all this quiet. But at this point, I can see no reason to keep quiet any longer. And besides, I feel like I owe you all an explanation for my erratic posting schedule and my (too frequent) despondency.
This shit wears on you, believe me — and for the last year, this has put a daily strain on my family. Some days, I just don’t feel like posting after having spent the morning chronicling her latest verbal slime, rendered in the pidgin speak of a jilted teenager who, after being stood up for prom, decides to treat her wounds with a cocktail of Grape Mad Dog and Zyprexa.
Thus far, I’ve been able to keep Frisch from finding out confidential information about my family. Not that she hasn’t tried, ordering copies of police reports, trolling through every legal filing, etc., in order to pull out and publish every bit of information about us she can get her hands on (including, laughably, a description of me from a police report). And of course, there’s been her consistent attempt to link me to child molestation, posting the accusations on line while using my son’s name and my full legal name.
Her goal — as the court understood in weighing the terms of the injunction — has been to get this libel cataloged in search engines. She has noted that she hopes one day my son and those who know him stumble across these things on line. At which point, Auntie Moonbat will smile. And then hand somebody a large fries and fish sandwich, her hair thankfully stuffed in an elastic net and tucked away beneath a triangular paper hat.
Such is the grubbiness of her soul and the depth of her perversion.
Her family, for whatever reason, seems unable to talk sense into her. Perhaps they feel they shouldn’t have to keep an eye on a 45-year old woman with no observable source of income. Or perhaps they want nothing to do with her, either — who knows? But she doesn’t seem to be having a problem keeping her DSL line paid for, leading me to believe that our harcore socialist friend is living off the filthy lucre accumulated by the capitalist pigs she pretends to despise.
Once I’ve cleared my head and completed this latest round of legal maneuvering, I’ll be back.
Hopefully some of you will stick around. But if not, I understand, and I thank you for supporting this site.
One day, the armadillo will dance.
Or, you know, make up some excuse for blowing you off yet again. Suckers.