OMG America. Am I an idiot? I think I might just be.
In my quest to do good and hope for the same good in others, I have once again proven myself mistaken. Once again, I put my heart on my sleeve for America, and once again, I was forced to bend over and take more of the same stuff I've been taking for 11 years. Once again, I've been proven that America and its people are in worse shape than ever, and it's getting to the point where I don't believe it can be fixed.
Oh, but this is gonna be fun.
I think maybe some of you know, America, that I have nothing to hide. Mr. Open. Mr. No BS. Well, this includes the bad as well as the good, and the idiocy as well as the smarts. This, unfortunately, includes some of my less smart material.
A few weeks ago, I started a conversation with one Jacque Karlson, a poor homeless lady, with diabetes and mental issues, who was sweating in her car every night in 90 degree + heat, with her very smart (still to be determined) husband Morten. She played my heartstrings, America. I couldn't believe that she'd been through so much. It was almost like listening to myself talk, she was in such bad shape. After I asked her to send me her story (please see my post "INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE), I posted it (after her edits and her permission) and asked her if she wanted to come to Iowa, to have a place to live until her husband, who has a master's degree and could have gotten a job extremely quickly, until they could get back on their feet. He's from Norway, and a pretty swell guy. I don't have a problem with the guy whatsoever, other than he's extremely naive, and evidently under some kind of evil spell, because he won't leave her side, and never thinks she's in the wrong...even though she was in the wrong almost the entire time she was here.
She drove up from Florida. On the way here, she came on to me. She said she was tired of her husband, and, after he got a job and made money, she was going to leave him. I didn't say much, but she talked about how sexual she was and told me she liked sex a lot, and wanted to have it with me.
When she got here, she immediately pulled out my fold out bed, and plopped down on it, and rarely got up the whole time she was here...only when she felt she had to. One day after she got here (during which time we went to Wal-Mart and got some food she needed), I decided to go to work doing work I rarely do (cement work), in order to pay for another week at the hotel I stayed at, in order to keep them living with us. I was in the process of trying to find an apartment for me and Liz (who, during the course of my work, decided it was time to have the baby). She bitched at her husband constantly, and, thanks to his quiet demeanor, he rarely disputed her, but constantly did as she wanted. I helped him do and create a resume, and he sent a few out before he left.
We fed them a lot of our food. We had also asked that, upon her arrival, that she pay us $50 a week, because I knew the hotel I was in (extended stay), when they noticed them, would ask for it, and I wanted to avoid that. They told me, when they got here that they had spent all their money getting here, and were broke. They never did pay the $50 at any time. She had plenty of money, during the course of her stay, however, for $6 packs of cigarettes, and bought them for her and her husband every day. I suggested rolling her own, for a whole lot cheaper, and had an electric roller and more than enough tobacco, but said she wouldn't smoke anything but Marlboro Smooths. When I returned, I came back to a fairly empty refrigerator. We had spent my wife's food stamps already. Jacque had spent the majority of hers, on herself as well.
I hooked up Morten with donating Plasma, because they needed the cash, and said they'd give me something from that, if I did so. They got around $100 within 3 days. They did not pay me anything from this either.
I asked them to take me places a few times...I always put in more gas than I needed to. I also bought cigs for Jacque, and asked her to pay me back once...and she didn't. She never paid me anything she promised she would.
8 days went by, and, upon delivery of some mail that wouldn't fit under the door, the landlord was forced to enter the room. I had, to be fair, asked them not to answer my door or my phone. They came in, as they often do when no one answers, to put our mail somewhere in the room. Jacque was rude to them when they entered. The front desk asked me to put them out. I said I couldn't do that.
The next morning (this past Sunday, the 13th), they called my room, while I was with my wife (getting her and the baby from the hospital) and asked Jacque to leave the room. I risked my ability to stay by writing the front desk a threatening letter, stating that they were to in no way threaten my company or me again, because I had paid my rent. Because I was pretty broke by now, I had every intention to move out anyway.
Tuesday came along, and I was desparately looking for an apartment. I had racked up a considerable amount off electric bill owing, and needed an apartment that was all utilities paid, and it had to be a one bedroom, because you aren't allowed to have a baby in an efficiency. It was only 24 hours, and I hadn't found them an apartment. I called emergency shelters....they were all full. We had no money, and no options. I got desparate. I put two ads on Craigslist, stating I was in trouble. I got a call from a guy who offered to put up my wife and the baby. That's all I cared about.
I told Jacque and Morten that I had found something for the baby and Liz. I would be going to the local shelter until things improved for us. I told them I was sorry, that I had done all I could, to help. They got mad. They started bitching about it. I got a little mad myself, and said that I didn't care about anything but the wife and the baby...and if they lost out, and I lost out....I didn't care, as long as the mom and the baby were safe. They started to go off, complaining that I had brought them there for nothing (of course, Morten was ready to get a job interview, and they had a roof over their heads for almost 2 weeks, with tons of air-conditioning, peaceful uninterrupted rest, free of charge, with all the food they could handle, and I made sure that they had plenty of gas at all times). Every once in a while, I'd ask Morten what he thought about what I was saying, and he'd shrug and say nothing...particularly if he was being looked at by Jacque. Then he wouldn't even do that.
Pretty soon, a sensible, low-key, reasonably logical argument turned into a fight. First, every time I tried to make a point she'd look at her husband (like I wasn't even there), talk over me (like I wasn't even there), and talk about the situation (like I wasn't even there), in an attempt to push my buttons and infuriate me. It worked. I left, and went for a walk with the dog to settle down.
When I came back, they were packing. I couldn't believe it. I truly couldn't believe that they were taking homelessness and idiocy over a small argument (that they started, for really, no reason whatsoever). I was over it. Then Jacque kept pushing my buttons...she got me so mad I started screaming at them. Then I told them to stop packing, and just get their belongings and just get out. I was upsetting myself, my dog and my baby, as well as my wife (who suffered from high blood pressure). I just wanted them to leave now.
Then Jacque appeared in the doorway, and all attempts to get out had ceased. She stood in my doorway, daring me to say a word or walk past her. She wouldn't leave. She said she had called the police. I didn't care, I was happy to have them. I didn't want to go near her, because I knew I was too angry to handle myself well. I asked Liz to step over to our place, and shut the door, with Jacque outside of it. She managed it, somehow. The police arrived. They talked to me all of 30 seconds, then spoke to them for nearly 30 minutes. They left. The police never once came back to talk to me. We were thrilled...but I had reservations about that being the end of it.
It seemed my reservations were correct. It started with her talking to the baby's father's sister. I went onto Jacque's page, to find that she had been discussing us to her. I didn't get the entire conversation, but here's what little I did get.
Jacqueline Karlsen: Tomorrow. I promise. No one does this to me and gets away with it. He will pay.
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Dawn Brueggeman-Lemke: Are you calling cops too
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Dawn Brueggeman-Lemke: I think you should delete this message because everyone can read this post
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Jacqueline Karlsen Taken care of. But he doesn't scare me at all.
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Christopher Bruce: You're damn straight everyone can read it.. Jacque, you had best back it off...I will make it so the world knows what you are really like, and I will be using this post to prove it. You are a lying using little tramp and you will pay for this a lot more than I do.
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Then they called about a first aid kit they supposedly left here. They called the police, stating I had stashed it. I told them I didn't have it, that they must have grabbed it on the way out of the door. I allowed the husband to go through my room...then after I got him back out, he went through the dumpster, thinking I'd thrown it out...while she waited out front and did nothing.
Then came harrassment...txt after txt, she pushed me and pushed me. Threatened my family. Threatened with the police. Then, I called the police first thing in the morning. They came and took my harrassment claim. Then, she went to my post that I had put up about her. She made a comment on it, which, thankfully, I moderate before it goes out. Remember, she had given me permission to post it, I have all the texts and emails I need to prove that. Her comment, which I plan to publish now went something like this:
TAKE THIS DOWN NOW. I MEAN IMMEDIATELY, OR YOU WILL BE SORRY! - Submitted by "Annonymous", which is her...
Then, I proceeded to block her at every turn...but she had one more I was not aware of, on Twitter... Here's what she posted after the comment, On Twitter, @cbstraight8:
from @LucyAdams924 *obviously Jacque under a different name*, oooooooops....well, I'm sorry America. She trashed me, then she erased the tweets, so I have no proof there...but she proceeded to try and destroy my marriage...things were said, like : I sent her a cock picture, kissed her in the Wal-Mart Parking lot, and asked her for a blowjob when her husband was asleep...unreal. Anyway...
So after this all happened, and the texts didn't stop (the officer said he was going to try and talk to her to get her to stop, or leave her a message to the same affect), she said she was on her way back to Florida, and good luck getting harrassment charges to stick with her being out of state. I didn't believe it for a moment. Just to test the theory, I made a reply to her txt, stating I still had her first aid kit, after all. I didn't of course, but what better way to see if they were still hanging around. You'll never in a million years guess what happened when I said that.
Next thing you know, the police and Jacque showed up at my door. Florida bound indeed!! After the lieutenant I called to the scene arrived, it was as simple as telling him what I did, and both parties were informed to leave each other alone...but I had a sinking feeling that it was yet to be over.
I was right...and the lowest possible thing happened then. DHS showed up at my door, with allegations of child abuse, drug sales and drug abuse. If any of you Americans have been through anything like this, you know you have to start paying and paying for this allegation, over and over...testing happens throughout the year. You get charged for it everytime you test, a ridiculous amount. Getting away from abuse and drug allegations is hell....well, I'm not gonna stand for it America. Just because someone points their finger at me, and says I abuse a 9 day old baby, I'm not going through it. It's just not gonna happen. They have no right to destroy my life over a crazy woman's finger pointing. I'm going to get the best lawyer on this I can get.
On her way out, the first day, she stole my food and some of my things.
For anyone who would like to know it, this woman is mentally ill. She boycotts several stores because she is not able to take guns into them, Target, for sure. They drive a 2004 Blue sport Chevy Cavalier. There's a plate on the front with a tropical look to it, that says Morten and Jacque. The plate on the back is from Florida. WATCH OUT FOR THESE PEOPLE AND DO NOT TALK TO THEM. She takes pills like they're going out of style. She very nearly killed her husband while she smiled in his face. These are things that you will find in her story, posted under INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - READER RESPONSE, just a few posts back. Please note the threatening comment located at the bottom of the post. Here too, are two emails sent to me, that also prove this woman should not be approached...
| #NRA #Reagan Jackie@jackiekarlsen2 |
@cbstraight8 Go ahead keep up the lies, because they will catch up with you loser. You lying, cheating pig. I was told you are a stalker.
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Jealous indeed...she's 51. My wife is gorgeous and 35. She has a beer gut that most men would envy. She's bossy, spoiled, and overbearing...my wife is quiet and normal, and doesn't take a single pill...yeah, I want her instead. She's fat, ugly, old and commandeering. This is really what I want to be with for the rest of my days, SURE!!!!
