I am overwhelmed with the absolute beauty of her work. Our society needs much more of this kind of beauty. Well, at least I know I appreciate her talent.

Images are used with permission!

Quotation by John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton, first Baron Acton (1834–1902). The historian and moralist, who was otherwise known simply as Lord Acton, expressed this opinion in a letter to Bishop Mandell Creighton in 1887:

NYPD Cop Found Guilty of Planting Drugs on Innocent People!

L4T

The Sexual Sadist

While others were being slaughtered and dying this so-called enlisted man hid behind his stock pots making “Bean Hash” as a ‘Cook’s helper!’ I can’t believe he actually walked away with medals!

L4T

As a rule, I don’t post this kind of garbage on my blog but, since the author’s have hidden behind “anonymous,” and not had the integrity to identify themselves, I am posting it here.  Location of Refuse Dumping Site. I have left the “leave comments” open, which I also don’t usually do.  But, the comments will be monitored before being posted to public view.

I would like to point out that I did, in fact, make the first comment at that site.  Coming across it by accident, I couldn’t resist.  40+ years of BS from one of the most accomplished narcissistic sociopaths I have ever encountered, was a temptation I had to give in to. 

I do not know who posted the initial “Jerk” post about Mynda Ohs.  She is, unfortunately, my daughter.  I don’t usually admit to anyone that I have children, due to their personalities, hatred and venom, and narcissistic sociopathy.

What has caught my attention, more than any of the trash they have posted is that I have been continually challenged to “prove” my comments.  However, not one of these “anonymous” cowards has offered to do the same.  Just a lot of spewing of hate and discontent.  But, as I said in a previous post,  Disarming the Sociopath, by posting the truth, as I see it because I was there and lived it, I elicited this flurry of egregious remarks.

Even though the comments made are horrific in nature, in a way, they are revealing to someone who isn’t quite sure if they have ever encountered a true sociopath.  Have no doubt!  If any of these comments “ring a bell,” you have definitely encountered one; Get out while you can!     

The posters of these comments actually believe they are providing words of wisdom and a viable psychological evaluation of me.  But, in reality, they are exposing their most inner illnesses; those things they believe are well hidden from the public and their victims.  Like the poster who just “happened to come across” that post while doing research for something she/he teaches.  If I didn’t know better, just by reading the personal nature of her/his post, she/he was coached and sent to the site.

It’s also interesting that I have been accused of plagiarizing some of the contents of my posts, which is a “grasping at straws” accusation.  Those words I have posted that are not my own I have cited with the proper credit. 

If that person wasn’t “excited” by negativity and what he/she perceived as an open invitation to join in the “stoning” behavior of the sociopaths posting to that site, why did he/she spend “Hours and hours” reading my blog?  For such an “Educated and experienced” person, I found it very naive that he/she actually believes the Springerville Police Dept. has an “evidence” room and that any real evidence is kept there.  I have experienced the very police dept. he/she defends.  Naive doesn’t cover, however, this person’s inability to “click” on a link to view and/or listen to the information and tape recordings I refer to in my posts.  It’s much easier to state that they don’t exist.  I think it was worded as, “Promises, promises, promises.   Or, something as childish. 

It IS easier for such staunch sociopaths, and less threatening, to make such wild and baseless comments about the truth, and the “truth seeker,” than to allow the www to know that they exist, are out there, and could be infecting the lives of the unsuspecting.

Another outstanding point to the filth that is posted there is the fact that not ONE person addressed the issues I initially posted; not a single one!  I didn’t see any response to my daughter calling her brand new baby a “little bitch” at three weeks old; or putting her on a plane to my house, so she could freely commit suicide after her four-year-old was safely at my house.  Nor did any of them consider the “sources” of the comments, i.e.:

How narcissistic was that?  This is a picture of Mynda’s brother, Michael Edward Sutherin, in his orange jump suit!  Isn’t he a friendly and loving-looking individual?  Even though the last time I saw Michael was when he was five, aside from one visit, after he was dishonorably discharged from the Air Force, in 1986, the “educated” poster attempts to hold me responsible for his actions as an adult.  If I had raised him, whatever he is now is a choice HE made/makes.  They talk about “Internet bullying and blackmail.”  Pretty intense accusations for people doing the same thing.  After you read just two of Michael’s arrest records, ask yourself if he sounds like a bully!  But it is all textbook sociopathic behavior. 

I don’t give a s**t is what they don’t seem to get.  If I did, I wouldn’t be blogging about all the corruption in Springerville.  Expressing my opinion has been declared, “Crossing the boundaries of my First Amendment Rights!”  Really?  Here’s a web site where Mynda can go, submit her grievance about the First Amendment “boundaries,” and hope she gets validation: First Amendment Law Review.

The comments I posted to that site have accomplished its goal; to expose the narcissistic sociopath.  I believe what is posted on that site goes beyond anything I could have used, or written, to prove my point.  Each individual that posted on that site went so far as to ignore each others’ comments, which supports the narcissists’ theme; “Me, me, me, and me.”

It was sad to read that Mynda ran right in and drew her daughter, Megan, into this pathological exchange.  Not because she wanted to protect Megan, no, her goal was two-fold; to make sure Megan was an ally and an attempt to hurt me, again using Megan.  Mynda killed any feelings I had for Megan long ago.  As sad as it is to say out loud, I don’t care any more what Megan thinks about me.  Mynda was able to successfully convince Megan that she hated her own father, why would she allow her to feel anything for me?  How many people Megan’s age even know what a psychopath is?  Alternatively, Megan could know, she was raised by one.

The “educated” poster also accuses me of not taking any responsibility for my actions, or, whatever it was he/she said about “accountability.”  Please notice that the challenge was not expected of any of the others.  Interesting and revealing dynamics, kind of reminds me of a “pack” mentality.  And, it’s lame, to say the least.  It is posted all over my blog that the comments, contents, and opinions are strictly my own.  It doesn’t get more “accountable” than that.  I have not hidden my identity; everyone knows who I am.  I’m not afraid to be identified with what I believe to be the truth. 

“This is my story and I’m stickin to it!”  (Taken from “That’s My Story,” by Collin Raye).

Regards,

L4T

I’m posting a couple of documents that prove, beyond a reasonable doubt, that this guy is the phony I have always said he is.  But, it also begs the question:  Why?  Why all of the theatrics, charades, and lies!?  I don’t believe it was really about that <6” of dirt and the “fence.”

I will comment briefly on the documents I am posting and at the end will provide links to these documents.

I’m only posting 2 or 3 of the documents I have “dug” up; I don’t want to show my entire hand, yet.

The first document is a death certificate. 

Actually, it’s two.  The first one is asshole’s.  For starters,  take a look at how many of the boxes have been “Intentionally left blank.”  The one that’s the most interesting is the box that asks his country of citizenship.  Now, why do you suppose that would be left blank?  Next, check out the box with the physician’s name; where’s the physician’s signature!? 

This next one may be a little difficult to see but it’s the reason for the Death Certificate with Official Seal!

I have put a circle around the area of suspicion; it contains a faint image of the State Seal!  Also missing from asshole’s death certificate.  Both certificates are from the State of Arizona; just in case someone would like to raise an argument about the seals.

The next document, and probably the most weighted, would be a
Letter from the US Department of the Navy! emphatically declaring that there is NO record of asshole’s death.  Additionally, the cover page fromThe National Archives FORM 13164 (Rev. 02-02),in the section for “Deceased Veterans Only,” is blank!  This guy was in the Marine Corps for 30-some years.  Wouldn’t you think if he was really dead the United States Military would know it?  And, NO ONE applied for the Ceremonial Burial Flag!  As arrogant as this asshole is, who would dare omit his “flag?”  Even though he was “conveniently” cremated, he would still have left “orders” to get “his” flag!!

The “Sandwich-Grabbing” attorney filed a “Suggestion of Death” with a copy of the phony death certificate in the Superior Court of the State of Arizona, and signed her name to it.

I have a video transcript of a court hearing that was held in Yuma, AZ., in November of 2008.  Asshole’s widow is testifying and when her attorney asks her when asshole died, she can’t remember!!  He supposedly died in January 2009.   

I recently read a snippet that began with, “In the real world a mother wouldn’t say ….” etc., etc.  My question is; what exactly is the ‘real’ world, and isn’t this perception different for everyone, depending, of course, on their frame of reference?  Or, could it be something that is used to justify crappy behavior, or, in the alternative, send someone packing off on a guilt trip?  Whatever the textbooks say it is I am certain of one thing; it IS a manipulation, designed to influence the simple-minded followers that would say or do whatever it took just to ‘belong’ somewhere, or with someone; just to be noticed and to have their existence validated!  

THE WALKING CONTRADICTION!

The savagery that can be found, in response to a “truthful” comment I posted on jerk.com, about my daughter, Mynda Ohs, is a conflict in terms and a blatant indication that Mynda doesn’t have a clue about the “real world.”  Her comments, as well as her recruited followers’, are disconnected and dissociative from the original comment I posted. The insults, threats, and enlistment of individuals to perpetuate such savagery are beyond belief.  Just try to “follow” the sequence of comments; at best, the relevance.  She goes so far as to make the threat, “I’m going to get A, B, and C to tell D, E, and F.  Think she’s feeling like she’s lost control?  I concur 100%. 

So… Where/what is the ‘real world’ Mynda lives in or refers to?  The basic theme of her post was what a mother wouldn’t say; Ok, how does she justify calling her 2-week old baby, Megan, a “Little bitch and shoving her into my arms?”  What/where was the ‘real world’ Mynda refers to when she put Megan on a plane when she was four-years-old, to my house, so she could commit suicide?  Was she thinking, in her ‘real world’, about Megan?  Was she thinking about me?  All she has to do, to get a good look at her ‘real world,’ is read all the comments posted at her behest.  Actually, it’s more like a feeding frenzy.  There isn’t a single post that makes sense or is relevant to the initial post.  I’m assuming that these ‘posters’ are Mynda’s fellow psychology students.  Can you imagine doing therapy with one of them?  OMG!  The one commenter that said she’s an “expert at mind games!” It’s never a good idea to do therapy with someone more screwed up than you think you are.

EXAMPLE:  What does having a license for “Photo Shop” have to do with being a Narcissistic Sociopath?  My point exactly!  (BTW, the image editing program I use isn’t Photo Shop )

The single redeeming feature, to all of that savagery, is finding out that I’m out of my league.  I couldn’t be happier; knowing that I have no association, affiliation, or resemblance to that particular “league.”

Makes me wonder what ‘world’ my own mother lived in; she told everyone that would listen that I was a Lesbian; including Mynda.

As I have always said, “You are as guilty as the response you display when confronted with the truth,” i.e., the stronger  and more negative your reaction to what I’ve said, the more likely it is that I am right on!

Regards,

L4T 

This post is going to be about 2 very special people; my sister Mary, the  person Mynda Ohs blew off for six years, refusing to speak to her, until after Mary passed away and Mynda started scrambling around trying to “fix” her cruelty toward her aunt; and, Cody, my Nephew.

Before I forget, I remembered why it was that Mynda quit speaking to her Aunt Mary for six years, and up until Mary passed away.  Evidently, Mary had said she would go to California, from Arizona, when Mynda’s last baby was due and help her with the new baby.  Events beyond Mary’s control prevented her from making good on her promise to be there when Mynda had her baby.  It doesn’t get more narcissistic than that; or, maybe it does.

Cody was born on January  20, 1999, at the Maricopa  County Jail.  His mother, Jamie, was doing time for a couple of felonies.  To keep Cody from  being put into foster care Mary went down to Phoenix, when Cody was born, and brought him back to Springerville to care for him.  I never knew what “agreement” Mary had made  with Jamie about Cody,  after Jamie  got out of prison.  All I know is that Mary brought Cody home with her, to Springerville. 

Mary wasn’t very nice to her own children and I wondered how she would deal with this brand new baby.  I  was in awe of  how she cared for Cody and how much she loved him.   She was a whole different person when she cared for Cody.  He was her life; nothing was more important to her than Cody.  this picture is of Mary and Cody at the Mormon Church.  I think she was having Cody dedicated, but, I’m not sure.  Cody was only a few weeks old in this picture, but the love Mary felt for him is so obvious.

Mary had been through a nasty divorce and  moved up to Springerville to start over.  She found a job right away and rented a house right across the street from me.  It was nice having her so close.  We argued and fought a lot growing up, and I didn’t always agree with some of the mean things she did to people but….whenever I needed someone she was always there for me, always; as she always was for Mynda too. 

We spent  a lot of time together, her being right across the street, and grew even closer.  No matter  what Mary had done, or would eventually do, I loved her very much.  I really miss her!

Unfortunately, we had some of our really devastating winds and her house was all but destroyed, causing her to move to the other side of town. I covered the story for the local newspaper. High Winds

Cody was everything to Mary and I had never seen her so happy and dedicated to anyone, but she adored, what in her mind was, “her” little boy. 

He may as well been hers because she never heard from her daughter, Jamie, Cody’s mother.  No cards, letters, or calls.  Nothing, except send “ME” the things on this list…. 

Just before Christmas of 1999 Mary and Cody moved to Pennsylvania and soon after they were settled she remarried.  She seemed happy and we talked every day via IM.  Then, in March of 2001 she started telling me, in her IM’s, about feeling ill and would describe her symptoms to me.  I knew what the problem could be but, wild horses couldn’t drag  it out of me.  All I could do was encourage her to see a doctor; soon!  She did see a doctor and  it was decided that as a result of a fall she had had, several months before her appointment, she had injured her spleen and it needed to be removed.

In August 2001, she had surgery to remove her spleen and while the surgeon was doing the surgery it was determined that she also had Pancreatic Cancer; in a stage four!  In some of our IM’s Mary would talk about her “wishes” if something happened to  her; as far as Cody was concerned.  The first of November 2001, I flew to Pennsylvania to bring her and Cody to my home so I could take care of them. 

She didn’t live until Christmas.  In fact, she passed away five days before Christmas.  Needless to say, I don’t do Christmas any more, it’s just too sad.   Before she passed away we hired an attorney and did the legal tap dance to make me Cody’s Legal Guardian.

As I had written in my post, "I Raised a Narcissistic Sociopath", Mynda called all over hells-half-acre, trying to find out something about Mary’s funeral, or Memorial  Service.  The funeral home called me and gave me Mynda’s information.  I called her and she hot-footed it over to Springerville, from San Bernardino; once again, she had to tend to her “image,” and how she would look to others if she didn’t portray the grief-stricken niece.

So, now, it was just Cody and me.  He knew Mary as his mother and I believe, in his 2 1/2 year old little mind, it must have been some kind of a hell he felt.  Mary wasn’t able to spend time with him the last 2 weeks before she passed away, she was just too ill.  I thought  it strange that Cody never asked  any questions,  or mention her after she was gone.

I guess, in Mynda’s mind, all was forgotten and forgiven and we would play-act like we loved each other and were now going to have some kind of relationship.  Even though it had been six years since Mynda had spoken to Mary, it had been far longer since she had spoken to me; many years longer.  Mynda suggested  I bring Cody and come to her house for Spring Break in May 2002.  After much thought I decided it might be good for me and Cody to take a trip to CA. and try to start the healing process.

I fixed the back seat of my car with a TV and DVD player so Cody could  watch movies and not have to just sit in his car seat.  He was an excellent traveling companion and we had fun on the drive to Mynda’s house.  We weren’t there very long until I started feeling regret for going  and committing us to stay the entire week. 

The first thing that got my attention was  how Mynda’s little SOB of a son was allowed to do exactly as he pleased, including throwing a huge metal bus at Cody and hitting him in the head with it.  After that incident I made sure Cody was always in my line of sight and that what’s-his-name never got another opportunity to harm Cody, when no one was looking.

The next thing I noticed was the manner in which Mynda’s husband, Jeff, talked to Cody; like he  didn’t deserve even a one syllabal word of kindness.  It was heart-wrenching to hear the way Jeff talked to Cody.  The venom in Jeff’s tone of voice was unmistakable.  It became even more obvious if Jeff was addressing Cody regarding something to do with the little SOB. 

A mere 5 months after Cody, who was barely 3 years old, had just been moved from his home and family in Pennsylvania, and then, 30 days later lost his mother, and these three are treating him so ugly.  I should have just gotten our stuff and left for home.    But, I knew what kind of wrath that would bring down upon us.  So, we stayed the week and I never let Cody out of my sight for a minute.  I never let an occasion arise where Jeff would have a reason to address Cody in such a hateful tone.  It was a very long week!! 

Cody will be 13 in Jan.  2012.  I haven’t seen him since he was 5.  Child Protective Services took him and put him into foster care, with strangers, so they could  attempt to reunite him with his mother in anticipation of him eventually going to live with her.  It didn’t work out that way and Cody still lives in Foster Care.  The case worker called me several times to advise me that Mynda had called her, repeatedly; making a “bid” to get custody of Cody.  I told the case worker how he was treated at Mynda’s house and that put a stop to those efforts on Mynda’s part. 

I can only hope that Cody has been happy and that someone has helped him cope with the grief he surely felt when his mother died.  Maybe, when he is older, he will come and visit me.  I can only hope.

Regards,

L4T  

Megan was almost as important to me, when she was born, as her mother was when she was born. Until everything went to hell my daughter was the best thing that had ever come along in my life. Then, she changed! She became someone I don’t even know, and don’t want to know.

What’s so terribly tragic in all of this “posting” back and forth on a site that promotes hate and discontent, is that Megan’s mother is so intent on trying to crucify my character that it hasn’t occurred to her that Megan uses the Internet too. What do you suppose Megan will think, or feel, when she finally comes across that site, from some random Google search, and reads the comments her mother has posted; and had her “followers” post? I suppose it doesn’t matter to a Narcissist, it’s always about them and only them. But, after seeing Mynda in action all these years she will find a way to smooth it over. The sad part is; Megan isn’t an idiot, she will figure it out some day and she will go to her mother with a whole lot of questions. One of those questions might be why she was forced to drop her father’s name, Maxwell. Wish I could be there to hear the answers.
These are the only pictures I was ever allowed to have of Megan. The second one was taken when Mynda wasn’t around.

Megan - One Month Old

Megan & Me/Easter - 20 Months Old

I imagine the Karma Mynda has created with Megan will be rolling her way soon enough. Unfortunately, there’s no one else to “blame.”

I hope Megan does well in the world and this miserable society. I hope she has all she desires and finds love, happiness, and peace.

Regards,
L4T

Friendly Looking Fellow, huh?

Michael Edward Sutherin
Name: SUTHERIN, MICHAEL E
Birth date: 6/22/1965
Booking No: 98065350
Arrest Date: 11/26/1998
Race: W
Gender: M
Ethnicity: N
Inmate Status: STATUS – *RELEASED*
Bond Set Amount: $100.00
Cash: $0.00
Fine: $0.00
Purge: $0.00
Eye Color: BLU
Height: 5′ 9″ (1.75 m)
Weight: 206 lb (93 kg)

Personal Information:
Last Name First Name Middle Name Suffix Booking No. Eyes Hair Build Current Age Height Weight SOID SOID Name Race Sex Ethn POB DOB Arrest Age SSN
SUTHERIN MICHAEL E 98065350 BLU BLN MED 46 5’09 206 00402687 SUTHERIN,MICHAEL

9-12-2008

Michael E Sutherin
Age : 43 Years Old Sex : M
Birth Date : 6-22-1965 Race : W
Weight : 260 lbs Eye Color : BLUE
Height : 5’09″ Hair Color : BLONDE/STRAWBERRY
Block : 1600 Nocatee Ave
City : JACKSONVILLE, FL
Zip : 32221

Arrest Date : 9-12-2008 Arrested By : JACKSONVILLE SHERIFF’S OFFICE
Time Booked : 20:56 Total Bond : $15006

Charge 1
STATUTE: 316.192(1)
CHARGE: PERSON IN ACTUAL OR CONSTRUCTIVE POSSESSION OF MORE THAN 20 GMS CANNABIS
BOND: 7503
Charge 2
STATUTE: 316.192(1)
CHARGE: RECKLESS DRIVING; WILLFUL OR WANTON DISREGARD FOR SAFETY
BOND: 7503

There’s more of these to come! His military record is a huge disgrace to the Air Force.

1. 784.021 f.s.(Florida Statutes)

Abstract: (b) With an intent to commit a felony. (2) Whoever commits an aggravated assault shall be guilty of a felony of the third degree, punishable as provided in s. 3275, 1881; RS 2402; GS 3228; RGS 5061; CGL 7163; s.

Additionally, Florida reclassifies certain battery crimes depending on the status of the victim. If a battery is reclassified, a person is subject to a greater penalty.

Battery
Simple Battery is a First Degree Misdemeanor punishable by any combination of 1 year in jail, 1 year of probation, or a fine up to $1,000.

Misdemeanor battery can be committed in one of two ways, either:

* Intentionally touching or striking another person against their will; or
* Intentionally causing bodily harm to another person.

His comments on jerk.com are interesting as it has been 25 years since I have seen or heard from him. Another “mindless follower.” In fact, the last time I heard from him he was 17. I had gotten my divorce and Mynda and me were living in Pomona. Michael came for a visit from Rhode Island. He had gone to live with his father, Richard, when he was five. Another manipulation by Dean Levingston,”Get rid of Michael or I’m leaving.” Michael never lived with me again.
I came home from work and found that Michael had left! But, he didn’t leave empty-handed; he robbed our house of anything, and everything, of value.
Then, there was the time Mynda and me were moving from Yucaipa and had put everything we owned in a rented storage locker; just until we got settled. Michael broke into that and took everything in it, with the exception of the wads of dust on the floor. He took things, belonging to Mynda, that were very special to her; for instance, a hand-made cedar hope chest, her four-poster bed, and a plethora of other things. She has maintained contact with him all of the years since; he’s still “useful” to her, as evidenced by his 2 cents worth posted at the jerk.com site. With thought processes like that I fear for anyone she “counsels.”

L4T