WAR

This is our war cry.  Directed to the subject upon which I am to speak.  Oh yes, it's on.

We have been silent, for the most part, here, there and everywhere.  We have made new allies and Allies along the way.  Most have forgiven the transgressions against us from now former "volunteers" for Bill Windsor, some have not, and that's okay.  We all don't need to like each other but I understand that a body is nothing without appendages.  The longer the leg the taller the body.

Many of us "survivors" of abuse who are already highly stressed and surviving the daily triggers of the war we previously fought against an abuser.  Now, along comes a man, some we have met personally, some that have never even heard of him until we were found at the very top of his illustrious, "Hater" list.   But while he picked on what he perceived as the "weakest link" of our veterans of a more personal war.  But in actuality he chose seasoned warriors in hand to hand combat.  He really didn't think this throughly.  Not only are we experienced in combat, we are excellent at going to court.  In more simpler terms, he underestimated us. 

Most of us do not perceive ourselves really as "survivors" anymore.  I know personally I don't.  I'm way past that.  I am a warrior who did not let my abuse ruin the rest of my life.  I am stronger than any of my demons, real or perceived.  I am not any better than any other person's level of bravery.  But for me this is the most important character trait I possess from my finishing school of abuse.  I am not afraid of anyone or anything.   My children are my life. My spouse is my life. My Mother is my life. My love of most fellow mankind is my life. Not all but most.  When any of the things I love the most are threatened in any way I am the deadliest woman on the planet.

Listen closely Bill Windsor.  We have put up with your abuse far too long.  Too much time wasted.  You didn't bully us into submission.  We were lying in wait,  as is a prerequisite in the game of survival.  The shelters taught some of us about the importance of  having a "safety plan" when we left our abuser.  You see you always have to be two steps ahead of you abuser.  I knew the exact strategy I was going to use to remove you from my life.  

You crossed the line and now you're going to pay and by pay I mean with your dignity and checkbook.  Somebody is going to have to pay for you again.  You used your website and who owns that again? Alcatraz Media?  Please send me your information Mr. Windsor, for I intend to sue you. 

 Gee, that probably doesn't feel too good to hear.  Or did your vexatious heart skip a little beat?  

I know you've been just dying to get your grubby little hands on someone's "personal information" so that you can SUE them.  Because that's what you ALWAYS do when your slimy little pea brain thinks you've been done wrong.  You made friends with another little nuisance like you, Janice Levinson.  OH yes, her too.  The woman who has dreams that her "activism" is going to make her wealthy and powerful.  She couldn't lead a horse to water with her eyes blinded by jealousy.  

So here it is Mr. Windsor my offer to you.  Would you like to know what my personal information is?  Do you want to sue me?  Say the word and I have a media outlet that is willing to run a story about YOU.   Yes, YOU, in all your glory.  Tell them YOUR side of the story and what wrongs have been done to you by your "haters".  They want to hear it all from your mouth.  

Now, while I realize that even though you are a whore for media attention and this offer may have made your crusty beard quiver in the thought, I don't think you will actuallly do it.  Some may argue whether or not you will but know that if you don't take me up on this offer, once again you are a chicken shit, and proves my point even more so that you chose us not becauses we were weak but because we are strong.  In person, you will find out how brave I am, take your time imagining if I'm this brazen on the other side of a screen or if I'm shy and timid in person.  Many will confirm to you that I am not a shrinking violet in any sense of the meaning.  As I've said, I'm the most dangerous woman on the planet.   I knew from the moment I saw that picture of the child that you sent up to a strangers door to knock on it, I knew you were nothing.  You are no match for me.  You can say all you want about me, threaten to come and sue me, intimidate by posting pictures of your weapons.  Your words are nothing.  I'm all about action as they mean more than words. 

So what will it be?  Want to kick it?  My full name and address will be sent to  you along with the name of the journalist who wants to speak to you.  I'll be waiting.