Re: Koochers K00KS non-stop protection of rapists, child molesters, and every other dirty rotten scoundrel on planet earth



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Honorable Professeur Von TwoSteps OA wrote:

From : "Frank" <dawgface@xxxxxxx>
Message-ID : <fh62up$dv4$1@xxxxxxxx>


what I say is the "gospel truth

hahaha *gospel truth*.. yer mum and sister

You are a publicly proven LIAR and *stoopid* Frankie.. how about
you STFU and go find that link that *I* bought a dog off Lynne

Key words: *I*.
*bought*

Other Key Words/phrase from past posts:
*I* 'said' I bought*.

The gospel truth is that, he did pay for the puppy and was planning on
moving to Northern Calif.
He called here and told me that his plans had fallen through and he had
to stay in San Jose, but couldn't keep the dog at his apartment.
I had already cashed the check, so I wrote another check and I think I
ordered the canceled copy of that check that I repaid him with. I do
have the number of the check.
Prior to me giving him back the check, he had an offer to stay at
someone's victorian house in exchange for helping that man convert it to
a 4 plex or 3 plex. {not an important issue for me to remember].
He didn't want to stay in San Jose, so as there was a spark between us,
I let him move in here.
On his way here, CHP stopped him and arrested him in a parking lot,
nowhere near my home. they called me and asked me to pick up Grace as
she was being taken to the pound and he went to jail.
I had no clue that his ex Gordon worked for the CHP until after he moved
out to Northern Calif.
He then wanted me to resell the dog. Then he promised to help me out by
working it off and helping me with my litters. I had two litters that
summer, one on July 17th and one of July 19th. he only helped with
Belles litter and not Missy's litter. In fact her litter was born the
same day he was picked up in Yosemite for not locking up his food in a
bear can. It was Bee's first litter and she was like my child and clung
to me like velcro.
He also replaced a toilet for me as partial payment, and then his father
george sent him an email with what looked like my derriere sitting on
the toilet.
He more or less forced his way in here and made promises that he never
kept.
He couldn't even pick up a paint brush and paint the fence posts, he had
me hire someone from the local mission instead.
He couldn't help me hang up a door that had been damaged by one of my
male dogs, and in fact told me when I asked for help "that his sister
could hang a door better then I could". that door was very heavy and it
hurt my back. Then when I had the septic tank company come out and
clean out my septic tank, he dragged his feet about helping me find the
septic tank cover. I ended up looking at my original title papers in
order to find the lid. As my back was hurting from hanging the pre hung
door to my bedroom, I wasn't up to digging up the lid, he finally gave
in after a stubborn fight and dug it up. Belligerently I might add.
Then when the septic man told me where my dry well was, he was going to
do whatever to fix that, and never did. Instead he called his dad, to
pick him up. His dad a susie arrived and he had his friends load their
work vehicle up with two 20' 4x4 posts that I bought and paid for. I
had no way of stopping them from taking what wasn't theirs to begin
with.
Also, he had me take him tot he Greyhound bus stop so he could go to his
fathers and step mothers house. then he came back here and began asking
me questions about stuff that they had made up and posted to the
internet years ago. I think George wanted to be sure that he couldn't
be sued for defamation of character, as what had been posted by his
friends in SMDH was false. that was about 10 days before he moved out.

When I spoke to George on the telephone in summer of 2004, Cameron had
been saying that his family wanted to move to the country. I had been
looking in the classifieds for part time plumbing work for him and
noticed a plumbing business that was for sale in the valley. As his
family wanted to move, I told George about this established business
that was for sale.

He never fixed the drain that he had punched a hole into in the kitchen
sink to unplug it. At the time I was planning to replace the kitchen
sink anyway so I didn't push the issue.

he wanted me to make him up some business cards and also a resume. Then
when I asked him to sit down with me so he could answer the questions he
needed for the resume, he wouldn't do it.
The business cards he kept telling me that Pam could do it because she
had a degree in art and knew graphics. I don't know if he ever asked him
to create the business card for him.
this was back in 2004 prior to him meeting Sandy.

Basically his family began running my whole life through him.
He wouldn't stand up to them, and when he tried they pulled their
infamous stifle it, or just refused to speak to him.
the only person that he was in contact with until the end summer of
2004 was Pam. I might be off on my dates, but it was in 2004.
His dad supposedly had to go into the hospital for some medical reason.
April 2nd, 2005 was the first anniversary of when we met. I spent it
with him in the ER at St. Agnes getting a tetanus shot. I couldn't
remember when my last shot had been and in fact it was over 10 years old
and began having symptoms of tetany after stepping on a rusty nail that
they had left on the ground in my back yard.
Mary eM his old roommate in San Jose, they shared a house with some
other people and she was studying to become a Doctor of Psychology, then
posted a response in SMDH to my post of how we spent our first
anniversary at the hospital, that she was waiting for a report from
HomeLand Plumbing. I printed it out and showed it to him and asked him
what the F...!!!
They were trying to cover their arses, big time.
He also wanted me to sign up for satellite TV and I have cable, I
refused to get into a 2 year contract, so part of the bargain that he
got from George when he moved to Montague was a signed contract for
direct tv. George had to co-sign it. They also bought him some new pots
and pans. Chris Curtis cousin lives in Yreka 7 miles away, according to
Chris.

Are you seeing the truth yet Frank?
Every time he told his dad prior to him moving out and voting me and him
net dead that he wanted to get a job to repay me, his dad would insist
that he come back to San Jose and work for him. That conversation
between his father and himself went on for 4 months. then they added
Robbie into the relationship in Dec. 2005 when Susie asked him to
telephone her as she wanted to speak to him about George insisting that
her son pour him a glass of wine at the Christmas dinner the year
before. Susie never asked me for Christmas dinner but Cameron did. I
couldn't go because of the horses, so it wasn't a big deal.
He kept telling them and me that we were going to get married. Then
after he laid Robbie on me, he told me about her losing custody to her
husband. I told him that based on the stuff that had occurred between
Sequins and myself that she would most likely feel uncomfortable around
me. although I didn't think that what George did by asking her son to
pour him a glass of wine was a big deal.
he told me that if we got married, i was also marrying his family.
Pam also got a divorce from her husband or at least that is what I was
told. She was calling here and crying.
He contacted his family as he didn't want her to divorce her husband and
they wanted to present themselves as a cohesive unit whenever they
advised her one way or the other about divorcing her husband.


they are total screw ups from my perspective. and George planned that
move to Montague based on never meeting me in the first place. they
wanted to meet me, but I wanted to get the house finished before we met
one another. Cameron wasn't helping me get the stuff done. I had
ordered tile for the whole house, and it was in the garage at least 5
months prior to his moving out, but he was so po'd about Sandy Day, that
he refused to help me move furniture, to pull out the carpet and then
lay the tile.
I had ceiling fans that needed to be replaced and they were sitting in
boxes, I ended up having my son-in-law come here and hang them up. he
never put the auto sprinkler thing together. He never back filled the
trench I fell in after he left trying to get the lawn mower across the
thing to the front yard.
there is oh so much more.
so a Cashiers Check for the 12,500.00 would be appreciated as I am not
apt to take his *** back in along with all the Garbage that he has and
the additional garbage he has now accumulated in his relationship with
Cheryl or other.

One other thing that I know you are unaware of, I was not objecting to
him working part time in San Jose because of him being Gay, or because
of Gordon, it was because I know he can't control his addictions.
We fought constantly over that too.
But George kept mentioning Gordon and like I posted before, he kept
Cameron in a constant state of depression over his EX.
He told me to give Chris the same treatment as I gave him over his
addiction. when I showed Chris the CEU's I had taken in addictions,
Chris understood, but Cameron was upset that I didn't ream him.
My brother-in-law in Costa Mesa thinks it is funny when I told him I had
an alcohol problem after tony died, because I used to ream him over his
crap for years too...

And lest I forget it yet one more time.
When He first arrived here, he picked up the phone book and made a
couple of telephone calls to some *support groups* for HIV patients and
their families. he made an appointment with a *psychologist* near the
airport.
I have to look the name of the place up, but it was some university.
So when he hooked up with Sandy it was no accident in retrospect,
because he had made contact with another pysch doc prior to her
involvement. He didn't' return to their next meeting.
I didn't go into his meeting with that woman, and stayed outside in the
truck reading a book.
Also, that alcohol problem lasted for 6 months until I got sick and
finally dragged my ass out of my ass because of my daughter. I was
lining up quart and pint bottles of Crown Royal along the wood fence in
my back yard.





Time for you to pissoff back to Club Noddy Land

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HPVTS OA
*I* care
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