Go Go Rach says
Danny aka Diablo aka whatever else he feels like calling himself on that day was CLAUDE over on my blog and tried to get me to move to Tulsa, OK with him, probably so he could chop me up in little, tiny pieces after he raped me repeatedly.
He did send quite a bit of cash to me, while I was in trouble. It musta sucked to find out I AM NOT FOR SALE. I took the money, though. The way I see it, anyone who is stupid enough to send over a grand to a woman whose online persona is a total nut job deserves to be ROBBED. LMAO off all the way to the bank! *wicked giggle!*
Um, yeah. DeCon. Nice to see ya…miss ya.
Take it easy, peeps!
Go Go Rach says
Hi Violet!
I appreciate your support and encouragement, but I do believe I did something wrong by posting an irrational comment that I did not put much thought into at four in the morning, or whatever time it was. The ramifications of this mistake are much more than I could even imagine.
First, I am shocked at the cruelty of MA’s reaction to what I wrote and how quickly he is willing to dismiss me as a low life, scam artist.
After all of the good I’ve done in our community and all of the times I have linked this site, sung it’s praises and sent my readers and friends here, I cannot believe the way he has responded to me. I do not deserve this.
On top of his nasty comment, he has removed my site from the blog roll, which is nothing compared to the DANGER he has put me in with his response and refusal to remove a comment I made in haste.
Danny Bennison is a certifiable nutcase who is also an abuser of people, especially women. He has already contacted me via email and I feel so threatened by him that I have packed up my belongings and relocated to another location where I will be able to HIDE FROM HIM.
Also, I just got off the phone with my DAD who is sending me enough money to relocate from my new city to another because I may be killed, due to MA’s total negligence in this situation.
I am waiting for my ride and will draft a post about this entire experience as soon as I am settled in ANOTHER STATE.
Danny Bennison lives in Tulsa, which is an easy trip to make to murder me.,
This is serious. Very serious.
This may be the last you all hear from Go-Go Rach. I’ve received death threats on my blog many times over because this is a DANGEROUS FIGHT.
As much as I want to make a difference in the world, nothing. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING is worth dying for.
I wish you all the very best from the bottom of my heart. Stay strong. Don’t give up. Change your minds. THE CULT LIES,
WITH LOVE.
Go-Go Rach
Ok here is the gal Go Go Rach (her blog) that Matt, Felice, Mark and Wayne want you to believe Danny was harassing. She even writes above how Danny supposedly harassed her. Just after she posted the above post on Stinkin Thinkin she was banned by the admins for lying.
The person she is referring to (MA) is Mark the owner Admin of the blog. She harassed Mark also as you can see above. I highlited the comments. Wayne was this a oversight on your part??
Wayne asked her to do this for him, write this crap. Guys this is good stuff if you are of the mentally disturbed kind.
Guys you picked a beaut of a gal, here she is being arrested for the umpteenth time. Always concerning stealing, scamming, drugs, free loafing off of people and not wanting to go.
Wayne, Felice and Mark you folks should know a lot about this kind of behavior.
Danny and several other people were close to having her arrested for the same charges about 7 months ago.
This is Wayne Kernochan's friend and fellow writer. Matt, Felice and Mark along with Wayne used this gal to set up the phony emails and usernames to orchestrate this whole campaign where Danny was posting on these various sites. This is what Rachael G. told us anyway. We are not sure she is telling the truth but why would she lie....riiiight. :rofl:
My point is Wayne's friend makes for interesting reading fodder.
When we were dealing with her she was leaving Alameda Ca. to Las Vegas. Her mom had kicked her out for stealing and not working (at 40 yrs. old). The last we heard from her was on Danny's cell phone she left a message saying she was being chased by a big Mexican drug dealer because he thought she had stole crystal meth from him. Danny never answered the message and never had contact with her again.
http://gogorach.blogspot.com/2011/11/do ... .html#moreTuesday, November 1, 2011
DOUCHE BAG, CUNT & A TINY COWARD
Friday was the day I was supposed to leave North Carolina for good, but then I got a phone call from the Haywood County Sheriff's department because I have a WARRANT FOR MY ARREST for "cyber stalking."
I actually have to stay here to deal with this bullshit.
The county I have to turn myself into is FIFTY miles away from Asheville, which is a huge problem for a person without a car. I'm working on a ride out there to deal with more FOOLISHNESS.
Then I MAY have to wait for a court date...
*REALLY?*
As you may have noticed, I have been OFF LINE since the last time the police where LIED to about me.
My laptop is BROKEN.
I get on-line maybe twice a week, if I am lucky.
And, I am not "cyber stalking" anyone.
Especially not the DOUCHE BAG who lied to the police TWO TIMES about me.
By the way, douche bag is more than appropriate. The words are separated because she is not even worth the container referenced.
I make up lots of words.
I have it like that.
CUNT is almost too nice for the likes of a person who is so *JEALOUS* of me that she would use the police to try to hurt me SOME MORE.
As you saw in my last post, I was featured in the Citizen-Times newspaper within a WEEK of moving to Asheville because I actually CONTRIBUTE to the community...
It's GOTTA SUCK TO BE HER.
I am a WRITER.
It's what I do.
I tweeted the facts, mixed in with a few choice names. I also wrote a post about my experience in CANTON. I finish the story in my book, VIPERIZE ME, due for release as soon as I am settled.
Yes, I had a melt-down the night she called the police with a FALSE claim that I was "squatting," after she accepted rent from me.
She lied, then put my Tolstoy and I out on the streets of a town in the middle of the mountains, with no place to go or any means to get anywhere.
I was furious.
You would be too.
Within the next two days, I deleted those tweets because I realized I looked like a psycho.
Douche bag used the now non existent tweets for evidence.
Um?
This is not "cyber stalking" or against the law IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.
It's something one phony bitch wants me NOT TO DO.
She wrote a pretentious post in her defense that a friend insisted I had to hear.
We laughed our asses off, as she read it to me over the phone (I'll never go to her "blog" again, she blocked me on FB so I couldn't read her LIES about me and her twit made me snore ages before she fucked me over).
There is no defense for ruthlessness.
The most interesting thing to me is how she adored my writing and I, until my dad refused to pay her over-due mortgage payments.
Now I have a "blog?"
Thirty five thousand AUTHENTIC hits in less than a year is pretty amazing, if I do say so myself.
I'm never mistaken for a porn star.
My site traffic comes from people who are actually searching for ME, help with extrication from Alcoholics Anonymous or from other reputable sites around the web where I am linked, including Intervention's A & E.
As far as "helping someone who is not willing to help themselves."
It's hard to help yourself after someone else has helped themselves to the last dollars you have for an inhabitable shit hole in the middle of nowhere.
You may remember that I had eight interviews I was forced to cancel because I had NO WAY TO GET THERE.
***
My mother and the final viper have several things in common.
They both lie, steal and cheat their way through life.
They both need good lighting, make-up and fancy hats to look "pretty."
Both live in a fantasy world based on the Internet and stories.
Both USE people, places and things to get by in life.
They both used me.
I will never need any of these things to feel good about who I am.
I know I am special and wonderful.
They are just two more bitches in a SEA OF VIPERS.
Pretentious, empty douche bags.
One prides herself on celebrity sightings, open mics and ice cream cafe shows.
The other loves stuff more than anything in the world.
How pathetic.
My friend list on Facebook has several famous people whom I've worked with and personally know, but it's only visible to me.
I've been back stage more times than I can recall, but I typically keep the stories to myself, since I don't need to drop names to prove my worth.
Name-dropping is WEAK.
Actually, it's quite SAD.
It's true, nobody plucked me out of loser-ville to encourage me to go to school.
My mother kept me under wraps most of my life.
When I put myself through Emerson College, I pulled myself out, with loads of encouragement from the "hardest professor" at my college.
He is now the Dean of the Film Department and would love to help me with anything he can.
The only reason I'd bother him is for a reference to grad school, when and IF I decide to do so...
Just like most of the professors who teach at one of the most respected PRIVATE universities in the country, he is also a well known published author and filmmaker.
You can look him up.
I'll take their opinion of me, with grace, thank you.
Finally, I'll NEVER *GET* the pathetic act of calling the police on a person without true cause.
That's just LAME.
My mom is LAME.
The final viper is LAME.
Two COWARDS who manipulated the police to annihilate my life.
*FOR THE MOMENT.*
This nightmare will end.
In the meantime, I am writing the outline for my fourth book.
YEP.
I said FOUR.
The last in my series will be THE ADVENTURES OF GO-GO RACH AND TOLSTOY.
When this is over, I have a publisher who looks forward to getting their hands on my books.
One more thing.
Every single one these books will be on printed on paper I've earned through the merit of my writing, not stolen by my "husband" from our work place in the middle of HIS shift.
Of course, I'd never treat my husband like that...
or my job, no matter how menial.
'Till Next Time.
