Poor Richard P. Iverson!

I had this photo on Facebook for over a year, and NOW they decide that it "violates" their rules and regulations? Rick and his white-trash buddies just can't handle that Rick is a total loser/asshole.

I think that picture just tells the truth, and some people can't handle the truth.

I remember when I gave this loser a new Macintosh G3 for FREE mind you, and you know what this loser says? "Hey, the internet isn't faster when I get on with this computer!"

He didn't know that just because you have a 56K Modem doesn't mean that you will be getting a 56K connection. I found out that his phone line would only handle up to 33 mbs. When you live in the middle of nowhere, you can't get a fast cable connection like I have here.

Of course, somehow, he "wore out" that modem and whose job was it to get him another? Do you think that he would save his pennies and buy one himself? Nope. It was all me of course.

His biggest and most used line was (and usually when he was drunk), "Man, I never thought that my life would end up this shitty! I was R. Iverson, man! R. Iverson! Boo hoo hoo!!!" He was adding the comics for the UMD newspaper, that's his "R. Iverson" claim to fame.

Whining bitch...

Good luck trying to cry to someone on here. They don't give a shit, loser!

A true story

Last names will not be mentioned to save extreme embarrassment of Rick.


The scene: Sometime in 2005. I am sitting at my desk, late at night, working on my computer to finish a business plan for school.


*Ring! Ring!* I answer the phone.


Me: "Hello?"


Rick: "Hey Warren."


Me: "Hey Rick. What's up?"


Rick: "I think I'm BI."


A long pause... 


Me: "Why on earth would you think you are BI? What happened? What did you do?"


Rick: "Well, I met a couple in a Yahoo group. I went over to their place and, well..."


Me: "Did the husband suck your dick?"


Rick: "Yeah."


Me: "Did you suck his dick?"


Rick: "Yeah."


Me: "Did he cum in your mouth?"


Rick: "No. I told him that I wanted to see him shoot his load."


Me: "Rick, why after over 50 years, you all of a sudden decide to turn gay?"


Rick: "I'm not gay, I'm BI! And well, the guy seduced me."


Another long pause...


Me: "Rick, you aren't BI. You are gay. You sucking a guys dick and enjoying it is gay. There really isn't a grey area here. You enjoy sucking a guys dick, you enjoy watching him shoot his load on you, you are gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that."


Rick: "Oh, uh, I was just kidding... That really didn't happen... I gotta go..."


Me: "OK, bye."


This guy must have taken lying lessons from my father, Ralph Edward Lester, the drunken DUI felon. Like ol' Ralphie, he couldn't lie his way out of a wet paper bag. 


It would be like... "Hey Warren! I just won $100!"


"Great! You owe me $90!"


"Oh, uh, I didn't really win. I was just kidding!"


Of course, at that moment, I am thinking that all of the times that I drove up to Munger to hang out with him for a weekend, he was secretly wanting to perform some gay act with me. I could no longer drive up to his flea infested, bedbug infested shack, thinking that we will just hang out and have a good time, without thinking that he wants to suck my dick.


And after I tell my wife what just happened, I had to assure her that I was not driving up north to have, nor have I ever had, a gay episode with my "friend".


I was really crushed. I had been friends with this guy for over 20 years. I was there for him when he needed help heating his house and not freezing in the winter. I was there, buying him food and general things needed around the house like soap, shampoo, dishwashing soap, toothpaste, a toothbrush, etc... Every time I went up to visit him I would take him out to eat and buy some warm clothes for him.


He broke his camera that he was using for his job as a photographer, so while he was supposed to be getting his repaired, I loaned him my entire camera setup. Camera, lenses, filters (in their own cases), camera bag, tripod, etc... So, in less than a year, he loses his job, so I went up to get my camera equipment back. What did he give me? The camera didn't work anymore. The shutter was broken. You know the black plastic covering around a 35mm camera that kind of looks like leather? It was completely ripped off. Not one piece left on my camera. My tripod was broken and he had it taped together with duct tape. I asked where the 3 filters were. He gave them to me without the cases, and he didn't have my camera bag. I asked if he planned on paying to get it fixed. He just said, "Hey, it just wore out!"


There is no explanation available that can justify him destroying my camera. It looked like he dragged it behind his truck (which, by the way, after he was fired from his job, he got drunk and wrapped it around a tree). I had the camera since 1985. I had used it for over 20 years. I had taken good care or it and handled it with care, something that Rick doesn't seem to understand.


So what can I possibly do? He has no job, doesn't even seem to care, he is drunk all of the time, and he enjoys sucking penises.


He gave me a few trinkets here and there: An old radio that had wood laminate peeling off and missing on most of it that didn't even work. I fixed it up as much as I could and sold it for $40 at a garage sale. He gave me some wooden fish that he had carved. 2 or 3 GI-Joe dolls, and a couple of rusty old Tonka toy trucks. 


So, after about 5 years or so, he finally gets a job, so I send him an e-mail, outlining the things that I had bought for him (these were things that he said, "Hey, buy this for me and if I get another job, I will pay you back.") along with the camera and camera equipment that he destroyed. I said, "Now that you have a job, you can start paying me back what you owe me."


So what does this prick say to me?


"Hey man, what about that $300 antique radio that I gave you that you SOLD? How about those $50 GI-Joe's that I gave you? Geez..."


I told him that he gave me those things. I can do whatever I want with a gift! I wasn't asking him to pay me back the thousands of dollars worth of things that I bought for him as a gift. I don't care what he does with the things that I gave him. I just wanted what he said he would pay me back and for him to take responsibility for what he did to my camera. 


He can do what he wants with what I give him. I give him a Macintosh computer, he destroys the modem and the zip drive, so I get those for him as a gift. He destroys the keyboard, TWICE, but I had a couple extra ones that I gave him. I buy him an oil electric heater. It has wheels so he can move it easily around his house. The last time I was up there, the wheels were broken off and he had a piece of wood propping it up.


He says, "Hey, buy me this DVD/VCR player and I will pay you back!" What happens? He leaves the remote on his stove and it melts. So guess who has to buy him another one? That's right, ME. That remote alone was over $35.


My mother was moving and wanted to get rid of her love-seat that folded out as a bed. She had had it for maybe 5-7 years. Never had a problem with it. She gave it to him to have. In less than a year, it was sitting outside behind his house. I asked him what happened to it. Guess what he told me? "It wore out!" She also gave him some torchire lamps, and a slide projector.


He can destroy what is given to him as a gift, but if someone loans you something? You take good care of it and if something happens to it because you destroyed it because you are so careless, you fix it!


So, I told him that it's nice to see that he put a price on our friendship. He said that I was the one saying that he owed me money, but I didn't say, "You pay me this back or else our friendship is over!"

HE was the one who said that he isn't going to pay me and that he never wants to hear from me again.

He really has a lot of nerve after all that I had done for him, sometimes just to help him survive!

It isn't the money. I have plenty. It is the principle of the thing. But, he has been poor and with nothing for so long, he has turned into a hoarder and will NOT give anyone any money that he owes them.

So, if you think that you know who this is (because I am not mentioning any last names), make sure that you don't loan him anything that you aren't prepared to replace or lose, because it doesn't matter what it is, it will just "wear out".


Oh, and he enjoys gay oral sex, so watch it. ;)

Just what do you believe?

Just think about it. If a "christian" sees someone in Africa worshiping some stone statue, they think that they are crazy and nuts. "How can anyone believe that that stone figure is a "god"? MY god is the ONLY god!"

Yet, "christians" believe every word in a book, written in Elizabethan times by a bunch of men who viewed women as property and did not translate the "scriptures" properly because they mistook words in Hebrew to mean something else, and just made up the majority of the bible. "Christians" believe a book and pray to some magical wizard in the sky when there is absolutely no concrete proof of anything that is written in the bible.

Yes, there were Romans, Egyptians, and Jews, so that part is true that these races and religions existed, but the rest? Do you really believe that Noah really built an ark to house the millions of species in the world? Even if he could, he was at sea for a year. The size of the ark couldn't possibly hold every animal along with the food that they would need.

Plus, where are the dinosaurs? Anyone? Anyone?

What about Lot? He was a "righteous man", yet he got drunk and his daughters fucked him to preserve his "seed". So, incest is OK here, but not OK in the rest of the bible?

I am not saying at all that incest is OK, but you can't follow some magical book that says black is white in one part and white is black in another.

Of do you cherry-pick only the parts of the bible that you want to believe and dismiss the rest as fiction? If you belong to any organized religion, then yes, you cherry-pick what you want to believe and dismiss what you don't want to belive. Specifically "Assembly of God" Pentecostal churches. I belonged to one when I was a teenager, so I know that I was part of a cult back then. They believed that the way that they viewed "god" was the only way, and anyone else (Catholics, Lutherans, Muslims, Buddhists, etc...), were ALL going to hell because they weren't "speaking in tongues", or they were praying to Mary and not just Jesus, or that they were praying to Mohammed and Allah. Let me give you religious fanatic morons a really brief explanation... Muslims believe in the same god that christians do. They believe that Moses, Isaiah, Daniel, Jesus, etc... were prophets. They just believe that Mohammed was another prophet after Jesus. Why is that so hard to understand?

Let me tell you, I have been treated with more compassion and understanding from a Muslim than ANY person from any Assembly of God "christian". They are just plain mean and nasty, and they don't realize that they will be the ones rotting in hell. You are judged by your actions, not by your faith only, so you ASS of GOD people need to get your act together and realize that you are preaching nothing but hate and prejudice.

Damn, this is some good stuff! I didn't realize I had it in me!

Hey JD!

I got a riddle here for ya...

What kind of bird doesn't fly? A JAIL-bird! 

Get it? You were arrested and went to jail! No get out of jail free card for you back then, right? You just can't ignore public records, now can you? Oh how sweet life is, right?

I may have done some questionable things in my youth, but never once was I ever arrested and sent to the hoosegow.

Hey, since I am comparing a small part of our lives, let me tell you about MY significant other...

1. She didn't flunk out of college here freshman year. As a matter of fact, she graduated a 4 year college with 2 degrees (summa cum laude), and she now has her MBA.
2. She has run several 5K's and a half-marathon. And finally...
3. She wasn't sucking a 21 year old guy's cock when she was 16.

And I am glad too, because it would suck (no pun intended), wondering if she swallowed his throat-yogurt, wondering if secretly, she was comparing my cock to his...

I sure am glad that I don't have to worry about that. It would just eat me up inside! *wink!*

American Hoggers

I watched the new program, American Hoggers on A&E the other day.

At first, I thought it was going to be about the women that my "father" (Ralph Lester - DUI Felon), dated or just picks up at some bar to fuck.

My son and my sister

The last time my mother was up here (that I knew of), she asked me if her sister and her could take Alex to my sister's place.

You have got to be fucking kidding me! When my mother had retired and was moving down to San Antonio, TX, my "sister" had a retirement/going away party, but was I invited? Nope! Last time I checked, she was my mother too, bitch! My mother pretty much forced me to let her do something at my wedding, so I let the bitch cut cake. All my mother needed to do was tell her that I needed to be there also, but do you think that happened? Hell no!

Also, when I was in the car accident where the doctors weren't sure if I would live, my "father" called my wife and said, 'Well, if he hasn't learned his lesson by now, he would be better off dead." I told my sister what he said, and she said, "Amy is lying!"

First of all, she owes my wife an apology, because my wife doesn't lie, especially about shit like that! So fuck you, you dumb loser!

Second, she is a thief and has stolen a lot of my belongings. Like my UMD graduation tassel. Why would she steal it? Oh, probably because it means a lot to me and my "father", Ralph Lester (DUI felon), would want her to steal it. Seriously, when I was in the car accident, my eyes were crossed for several months due to the blow to my head, so I had to wear an eye patch to strengthen my eye muscles. I went to visit my felon "father" one day and I needed another patch because the elastic was wearing out and it started to smell really bad. So, instead of throwing it away, my hoarding felon "father" took it out of the garbage and wanted to keep it. WTF? Why???

She is jealous and greedy. Jealous that my wife makes probably 3x what she makes in a year. Jealous because we live in an actual house in Chanhassen, MN, the top 10 best place to live in the USA. Jealous because we go on vacations every year. You see, she doesn't realize that my wife has worked her ass off to get to where she is at the company where she works. We didn't buy our house by asking my "father" to co-sign for us. We didn't ever file for bankruptcy because we owed $10,000 on a credit card, a credit card that my mother had to co-sign for my sister to get. That's another thing... If you need to have a co-signer for anything, face it, you can't afford to get it! You are too much of a risk! So my sister stopped making payments on the Discover card, and whose checking account did they start taking money out of? That's right, my mother's, all because my "sister" just didn't want to make payments anymore. That ignorant, self-centered bitch.

I mean, filing for bankruptcy for a measly $10,000??? Come the fuck on! Stop drinking, going out to bars, and save some money! Oh, and give me my stuff back while you are at it.

Oh, but I am supposed to just let bygones be bygones... I have been forgiving every asshole in my family for stealing from me, lying to me, and beating me for over 30 years and I have had it! THEY are the ones who need to start apologizing me ME and my wife! If you EVER say that she is lying about what that drunken, felon. white-trash piece of shit "father" of mine said to her, you better watch your back, you greedy, lying pig/whore/twat/cunt! Get your head out of the sand, because you know god damned well that he said that to her!

I think I may have figured it out

The "Drew" who had been accusing me of killing my brother and blaming it on my step-brother could be my lying, greedy, back-stabbing bitch of a sister.

She is just like her father, Ralph Lester... She has been telling lies for so long that she has started believing them herself. 

It all makes sense now, ya stupid beyoch!

BTW, if anyone wants to e-mail the loser, "it's" e-mail is csailinsiren@gmail.com. Too chicken to actually say who they are. Can't say anything that makes me look bad that everyone doesn't already know.

A good book idea...

Here is the title of a book I am thinking of writing...


"Hey Warren, I think I'm bi!" Rick Iverson, the diary of a complete American loser.


What do you think?

A fucking liar? Me?

This Drew character (I think it is really my nephew or my sister's current bedmate) posts stuff on here like, "You can't handle the posts, so you delete them!"


Why would I allow an opposing view when I know that I am right? Hmmm?


Well, it isn't that I can't handle the posts, it is just that he posts garbage that goes on and on, with subjects like, "I take it in the ass" or "I suck cock" or, and this gets me, "You are such a fucking liar!"


I am a liar about what? So, my father didn't beat the shit out of me? On my father's visiting days, he wouldn't show up 3 hours late and drunk off his ass? He didn't drive completely drunk off his ass with his children in the car? He wasn't going north in a southbound lane, drunk off his ass, got into a head-on collision, and was convicted of a felony?


Or am I lying about my brother's murder? So Jeff Hietala didn't shoot my brother in the back of the head and killed him, even though that is what the forensic report stated? Even though he told his girlfriend awhile back that he did kill my brother?


Like I said before, get any family member of mine to debate me on here, proving that I made anything up, and I will take it down. Do you know why that hasn't happened? Because everything that I say on here about my family is true. It isn't that I am telling lies about them, it is that they don't want anyone to know how they really are.

I mean, I haven't said anything about my sister stealing items of mine, or being a greedy bitch, or my nephew putting up with my father's bull-shit long enough to be able to inherit something when he dies, or my father having a bastard child, Steve Sams who was in my 1985 senior high school class in Hibbing, MN when he died. Yeah, I didn't even know he was my half brother until about 3 years after he died. When my father was arrested for coming home drunk and beating me with a police flashlight, he had to go to Miller Dwan Medical Center in Duluth for alcohol abuse. I had to go to family week, so I asked him why he didn't tell me about Steve Sams. He tells me that it was a secret and he was embarrassed, etc... Now, this was in the early 90's. Years later in 1997, I was living in Chicago, IL, when I get a phone call from him, drunk off his ass, saying, "Yeah... About that Steve Sams... He wasn't my son! I just needed you to know that..." So, first he is just embarrassed because he was the father, and now he wasn't the father? And what was the next phone call I got that night at 3 am or so? A call from the police, telling me that my father was in a car accident. This was the one where he was going north in the southbound lane and hit another car head-on. He is just a drunken piece of shit.

Here it is, his police record for that one time back in 1997. If you check mncriminals.com, you will see the numerous DWI arrest that he has had.

So, tell me Drew, just what I am such a "fucking liar" about? I am all ears!

When it comes right down to it...

People can say that I am living off of my wife. People can say that I am a terrible father. People can say that because of my brain injury, I should be in an asylum and I shouldn't be raising a child. But when the day ends, I am in bed with my beautiful wife, in my nice house with my nice vehicle parked outside, and my beautiful, smart, and happy son asleep in his room.


I am doing all of the right things. I am not sitting here, thinking, "Man, I have a brain injury and this relative of mine is more successful job-wise than me, so I am going to go out of my way to piss him/her off and take away the time he/she should be spending with his/her family! It doesn't matter what I say, because it is just a bunch of lies, but it will get them all riled up!"


Sorry. I just respond to how I am treated by people. If nobody in my family can show me respect as a human being, then I am not going to go out of my way to do them any favors.


I am winning.


The end.

Yaaawwwwnnnnn...

So, a couple of days ago, I get some e-mail from someone named "Drew". 


Here is an excerpt of one of his e-mails that he sent me.


"Many other issues have come out of this tragic ending but the main focus continues to be Warren and the many of harassing letters, blogs, facebook contacts, etc that he sends to numerous family members throughout the many of years that he has not been able to overcome his participation or possible involvement in this tragic story."


Harassing e-mails... These consist of me being angry or upset about something, and me showing whoever it is that they were/are wrong, misguided, and ignorant to the issue. So, if someone were, say, arrested for something, and I send them an e-mail saying, "Hey, you committed a crime and you were arrested!", their "harassing" e-mail would be me stating the truth. Something that they don't want to step back from, take a look at the situation, and admit that they were wrong.


I had blocked both my sisters and mother from my Facebook profile mainly because I don't want any of them to get photos of my son and show them to my "father". I sent my nephew a message on Facebook a week or 2 ago, telling him of this blog, so it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who probably is behind this. 


Especially, why now? I hadn't sent anyone, other than my nephew and friends, any messages on Facebook for over a year. I have never called my sister or nephew on the telephone, and it has been about 3 years since I had left a message on my "father's" phone. Hey, it isn't my fault that he never picked up the phone.


I had 1 posting in 2009, 1 posting in 2010, and several this year. The postings in 2009-2010 weren't directed toward anybody in particular. So why now?


Back to my buddy, Drew...


He also tells me that my sister Elizabeth wasn't at the scene of the murder and that Kara was. My mother just had gotten done telling me, my sister, and my brother a couple of weeks before my brother's death that she was pregnant, so no, Kara wasn't there. OK, as a zygote in my mother's womb, technically, she was there.


So I come on my blog here, and I see that he has written that because I am angry about my brother's death and that I post it on here that I "pulled the trigger and blamed it on someone else".


To say that I had any involvement in the death of my brother is completely ridiculous and he had crossed the line. I don't mind getting into a debate or a pissing match with someone, just not with uneducated, white trash who doesn't know the facts and just makes stuff up.


He also had said that I "take it in the ass" and that I "suck cock". Again, he is getting this from the same source that he had gotten my involvement in my brother's death: Fantasy-land. To spout such sophomoric statements just shows lack of education.


So, I just had e-mailed my sister, nephew, and mother and told them that whoever has their pal sending me e-mails and making these postings on my blog here, to proofread the note before he decides to post it. You can say anything you want, as long as the information you have is accurate.


Of course, I haven't gotten a response yet.


So, for the record, I am not homo-phobic, I have never had a penis in my ass or mouth, and I didn't shoot my brother and blame it on someone else.


I have just gotten bored with this person. It was fun while it lasted Drew. Have a nice life, huckleberry!

Assembly of God and weight gain

I have found that if you are a god-fearing, bible-thumping, holier than thou moron that attends Assembly of god churches 2-3 times weekly, for every child the wife has, she is allowed to put on 100 lbs. 9 times out of 10, that is what they do. I guess that eating less and exercising more is just too much work. They must think spending so many hours in the kitchen preparing so much food to shovel into their and their children's mouths constitutes enough exercise for the day.


They also probably figure that they lose so much weight when they take those monster shits everyday. Sorry tubbo, but your shits don't weigh as much as you think.


You know, it is rather fitting to abbreviate the name of the church to "ass of god". "God" needs to have a small "g" here. Has anyone seen the lazy, fat-asses sitting in those pews? I guess the ass of god church is also filled with a lot of chubby-chasers. Sure, when you marry them, they are either thin or maybe "pleasingly plump". You never expect them to balloon out the way that they did after 10 years or so, right?


So, do what most men in the Ass of god churches do: Wait till the last kid graduates from high school, and divorce the fat, snaggle-toothed bitch. If you don't want this to happen to you, don't be a dick. Just put down the fork. Remember, god said to treat your body like a temple. He didn't say to make your body the size of a temple!


You can't keep blaming everyone else for the problems in your life that you caused yourself. If you sucked someone else's dick before you married someone else, you had the choice to suck or not to suck. If you were, say, 16, got pregnant and had an abortion, you had the choice to fuck or not to fuck. The fucking isn't an issue in Minnesota, because the age of consent is 16 here. You would have to think every single day what that child would have been like, but you killed him/her. I am sure that anyone in that type of situation is either sorry that she did it, or she uses abortion as a form of birth control. Either way, this type of person would be considered "damaged goods" and would be sucking cocks in hell no matter what she thinks. That is, if you believe in that kind of shit.


Sorry, got on a tangent here... Lets see... Ass of god women... Check... Fat... Check... Body size of a temple... Chubby-chaser husbands... Check...


That's it for now! And remember, any similarities to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  ;)

Well, well... OpenSky or OpenScam?

I just got finished reading a blog on someone who used OpenSky to sell items. They call it "OpenScam" because they received an e-mail from "OpenSky" stating, "You must have at least 4,000 followers and have expertise in women's lifestyle to become a curator and sell products on OpenSky."


Of course, this was after they already had their OpenSky shop set up and were happy with the items that they were selling.


I am not even going to research this any further because it would mean I would have to create and account on their website, but from what I understand, unless you have 4000 "followers" for your OpenSky shop, and you can't get followers unless you sell. 


What does this mean? I guess that you have to be a celebrity or some big-shot to open up an OpenSky account.


This is all alleged, of course. I don't have an OpenSky shop or even wish to open anything like it, so this is all hearsay. I am just reading blogs about some people who had an OpenSky shop and why they don't anymore. You can always just google "OpenSky scam" and you can read up on it. It is too bad really... It sounded like kind or a cool way to be able to sell items without needing to keep a warehouse full of items.


Shhhhhh... But seriously, and this is my brain injury talking, when a company pulls this kind of bull-shit on the enduser, I pray that they go bankrupt and all of their officers end up homeless.


I am happy, staying at home, raising my perfect son, and if I feel that I need a little mad money, I just design a website at $75 an hour. No more working somewhere, telling me that my job would consist of 75% graphic design and 25% data entry when it turned out to be .1% graphic design and 99.9% data entry. Working for yourself is SO much more rewarding than making someone else rich by being under their thumb and hating your job.


Boy, I sure love freedom of speech and freedom of expression!

Why did you cheat on mom, Ralph Lester?

So, the last time I was at my father's shit-hole of a house in Meadowlands, MN, he shows me a polaroid picture of a naked black woman lying on a bed. He says, "Here's my new girlfriend!" I asked him how he got it, and he tells me, "Well, uh, I got a phone call from a woman asking me if I was related to so and so, and I wasn't, so I asked her if we could meet, blah, blah, blah..." Then he tell me that he showed it to my nephew (who was 15 at the time), and that my nephew said, "Grandpa, you think that you are god's gift to black women." To which my father says, "No, I am god's gift to ALL women!"


So, he tells me that she was a stripper at Tuna's, a place in Eveleth, MN. He met her there, took her to a hotel room, and fucked her.


I said, "Wow. You had sex with a hooker." He got all offended and said, "She is an exotic dancer!" Look, any woman, black or white, who is a stripper, in her 20's, who will have sex with someone that she just met who happens to be over 60 years old, is a hooker. A prostitute. A whore.


I asked him if he paid her anything. When he starts lying, he starts saying a lot of um's and uh's and his face starts turning red. So he says, "Well, um, uh, I paid for the hotel room and took her out to breakfast the next day."


I said, "This is about the dumbest thing that you have ever done." Then he says, "Well, you have naked pictures of women on your computer!" (He was implying that I have naked pictures of women that I have had sex with on my computer.) I said, "What? No I don't." He says, "Yes you do!" 


Seriously, I don't even think that this idiot knows what a computer looks like. I mean, he said to me one time, "You and your sister should buy me a laptop computer! Then I can just plug it in anywhere and get on the net!" Newsflash to Ralphie boy: You can't just plug in a computer anywhere and automatically get on the internet. Besides, the only time he bought me anything was if he got it at a garage sale for $5 or less. He got me a "table-saw" one time, so I drove up to get it. It was a bunch of 2"x4" pieces of wood, nailed together, with a makeshift electric motor hooked up to a rusty blade. It was about 2 feet long and 1 foot wide. An electrical disaster waiting to happen. PLUS, it was falling apart! I guess if I can find a laptop computer at a garage sale for $5 that may or may not work, sure, I would have gotten him one (like that would have EVER happened).


One Christmas, I open his "gift" to me, and it was a jean jacket with a bunch of patches sewed onto it. You would think that it may be kind of cool, except that it was my jacket when I was in elementary school! I looked over it and found an old Star Wars pin and said that it may be worth some money. He said that he should get it because he had it at his place for so long. JHC! He will steal and stab you in the back just to get a nickel.


Greedy, greedy, greedy. It runs in the family. His sister, my sister, him... All greedy. 


I don't know why this ignorant piece of shit thinks that he knows anything about my life or what I do. It is kind of like people that attend Assembly of God churches. They believe that if they just say something, that it is 100% true. For example, lets say a girl who is 16 years old meets a 21 year old and is engaged to marry him after knowing him for only 2 weeks, all she has to say is, "IT'S GOD'S WILL! IT'S GOD'S WILL!" and her parents, her bible thumping brainwashed parents, say, "Yup! It must be God's will, because our daughter says so!"


But that is another story. Stay tuned...


Back to my "father"...


I remember when his mother was still alive, she said to him, "You would sleep with a snake if it was female!"


I say, all he needs is a hole and a heartbeat, and the heartbeat is optional.


So, I asked him why he had to have sex with all of those women when he was married to my mother. He said, "I didn't have sex with ALL of those women! I have only had sex with 7 women my entire life!"


Keep in mind that he just fucked a hooker.


So I asked him to name them all. That shouldn't be too tough, right? I mean, even I can remember 7 names considering that I had a massive brain injury. So he names them off. I said, "How about that old bag that you fucked back when I was 19?" I owed some money for a car and he went and got a loan for $1000 for me to pay it off. He then said, "I deserve a reward!" He went to a bar and got shit-faced, and then went to this old hag's house and told me to wait in the car. I waited for about an hour and then poked my head in the house and said, "Hey dad! Remember that we have to help your girlfriend move today!" He comes out, says, "Get in the fucking car!" and drives off. We are about 5 miles from his shit-hole house when he stops the car and starts yelling, "You fucker! You just said that to be mean and malicious!" Or should I say, "You jusht shaid dat tuh be meeeaannn and mulishush!" He winds up to punch me, I put up my arm, he says, "Put your fucking arm down!" I said no, so he gets out, goes to my side of the car, opens the door and yanks me out. I start running and he chases me down, knocks me down, kicks me in the ribs a couple of times, and gets in his car and takes off. I had to walk 5 miles in the rain to get back to his dump.


Back to the point... He says that he has had sex with only 7 women his entire life. I said, "How about that old bag when I was 19?" He then says, "OK, 8!"


So I said, "OK, why did you cheat on mom?" You know what he says? "Because of you kids!"


I got back home and e-mailed my sister, telling her that he had sex with a hooker, took a picture of her and showed it to her son who was only 15 years old at the time. She e-mails me back and says, "You are making that up! You are just spreading lies!"


What an ignorant bitch.


You see, people don't like me now because after I was in a car accident and suffered a massive brain injury, I don't ignore shit and live in a delusional fantasy land. I tell it like it is, and people don't want to hear the truth. My sister and her son think my "father" is a god. They don't want to learn that not only is he a drunken, violent felon, but he is also a narcissistic sociopath.


They just know that because I am out of the picture, they just have to be nice to him, and they will inherit his, (TA-DA) 300 ACRE, WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT FARM IN MEADOWLANDS, MN THAT NOBODY WANTS TO BUY!


I can't even begin to count the number of times where my "father" has said, "After all I have done for you kids! I am going to spend everything and leave you NOTHING!" (what has he ever done?)


So, to everyone, just live in your delusional fantasy-land where all you have to do is ignore a problem and it will just disappear, and you can be just like my father! My white-trash, drunken, violent, narcissistic, sociopath felon father!


Why would anyone want to be?


I am sure that Ralph Lester thinks that I will enjoy pissing on his grave when he dies, but I hate standing in line.

This is, without a shadow of a doubt, 100% true.

So, about my father, Ralph Edward Lester, retired St. Louis County, MN Deputy Sheriff, living in Meadowlands, MN, he lies about having stuff of mine because he thinks that he will make a lot of money selling my "Frankie Say Relax" t-shirt from the early 80's, or anything that he has stolen from me.

I had a garbage bag full of clothes in his barn, and when I went to get them, he tells me, "Varmints got in them, so they are gone!" So, I decide to go up into his attic, and he threw a fit! He said, "You can't go up there! You had your chance to take what you wanted!" So I get back home and e-mail my nephew, and sure enough, he got my clothes from the barn and brought them all up into his attic.

Now my mother told me that when they were going through a divorce, she was seeing his partner (I think his name was Nick something, but I am not 100% positive about that) when he was a deputy sheriff in Tower, MN. He told my mother that they would wait till people were out of town and break into their tool sheds and/or garages and steal shit. Then they would bring all of their ill-gotten goods to his house and hide them all in an old bus that he had or something.

Talk about a scam! They do the stealing, and who do the people call to report the thefts? That's right, my "father" and his partner!

So, anyone living in the Tower/Soudan, MN from the late 60's to the early 70's who had items stolen from their tool sheds or garages and never saw the items again, why not go pay Ralph Lester a visit? Have him show you around his pole-barn and attic. You might find what you lost about 40 years ago.

He is, by far, the most embarrassing relative of mine. I find it hard to believe that someone like me (2 college degrees, highest honors, great father, etc...), actually came from his sociopath infested sperm.

I am sure that there may be a few out there, but I have yet to meet a cop who wasn't dirty. They become police officers for 2 reasons only: To serve and protect people, or for the power that they are given that they decide to abuse only to serve and protect themselves.

Church, huh... What is it good for? Absolutely nothing?

Talk about outdated nonsense... The bible is centuries old, outdated mumbo-jumbo. It was written just to explain what people didn't understand at the time. Like, a rainbow. Um, uh, GOD MADE IT TO SHOW THAT HE WON'T FLOOD THE WORLD AGAIN! Noah's Ark... Can't ever happen. No floating vessel is large enough to hold every animal in the world. Back then, they didn't know of other continents. They figured that the world was a 100 mile radius from where they stood.


But one thing is true in the bible (remember, this is satire)... If you were born out of wedlock, yes, if you are a bastard child, you and the next 10 generations are doomed to burn in the pits of hell. All of the praying and penance in the world will not change the fact that you were born a bastard child. You should find out if your great, great, great, great grandmother popped out a kid out of wedlock. It would save a LOT of wasted time going to church and praying if it won't do any good, right?


Or are you one of those bible-thumpers that cherry-pick what bible verses you want to follow and those you don't? If you believe that the bible is your flaming sword to fend off the demons of hell, then you have to follow it to a "T". 


And don't give me any of that (as the Assembly of God church says), "Well, we follow the new testament and not the old." Then are you saying that you don't need to believe or follow the 10 commandments? Weren't those in the old testament? Why read the old testament if you are going to head out to Famous Dave's for some pork ribs? Not supposed to eat pigs or shellfish either, or are you cherry-picking which parts of the old testament to believe in and what not to believe in?


Sounds almost like a blaspheming demon to me; To live your life asking, "What would Jesus do?" while lying in court to save your ass, or living with your boyfriend/girlfriend, or having abortions, or getting divorced once, twice, or more, or being just an overall bitch or asshole while believing that you just need to head off to church once or twice a week and you will be forgiven.


I can't believe the bible, because absolutely nobody is safe. There is a verse somewhere in there condemning you for every little thing that you do, did, or someone in your family has done, so why read it?


Here is why... Read it for what it is: A book full of stories and analogies to help people try to lead a good and moral life. Because if you read it and believe that everything in it is real and gospel truth, then there is surely something that will cast you into the charred walls of the damned, right?


Have a nice day!

Ralph Edward Lester, Convicted Felon

I suppose that I should write, "Any similarities to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental", just so that my "relatives" don't get their panties all in a bunch.

Read on!

I have been told that I am much more compassionate and have a greater sense of right and wrong than most people, especially when it comes to my family.

Take my father for instance... 

Ralph Lester, living at 10183 Kirkwood Rd., Meadowlands, MN, retired St. Louis County Deputy Sheriff. Go to http://www.mncriminals.com and search for Ralph Lester, or Ralph Edward Lester. On there, you will see 3 convictions for DUI's. They only go back 15 years, so all of his convictions aren't on there. Like the one where he came home drunk, chased me around his house and hit me with his police flashlight. I called the cops, and they came and arrested him. 

Well, he had a pretty cushy job while living in Meadowlands. He would sit in his bathrobe, watch TV, and then there might come a call on his police radio about a loud muffler or something. He would get dressed, go out and make a once around the town, then come back and watch some more TV. When he would go to the county garage to fill up his police car, he would have 2 5-gallon gas cans that he would fill up to use for his motorcycle, lawn mower, car, etc... I know this because I lived with him for awhile until he came home and got arrested.

Let me give you and idea about hustling and bustling life in Meadowlands, MN... In 2009, the population was 106. 97.3% caucasian. Not the great American melting pot here. I believe than the majority of the population lives in a small retirement home in the middle of this one horse town.

So, he was thrown into the drink tank to dry out for 3 days. When he got out, the mayor of Meadowlands thought that with his being arrested, he didn't want him patrolling around Meadowlands anymore. So what happened? Well, he had to go to Hibbing, MN to work and do whatever it is that he managed to do there. He had to drive a whole 34.09 miles to go to work. Now, because of him coming home drunk and being arrested for beating me, according to him, I "ruined his life". Hey, if you think that this was the only time he ever came home drunk and beat me up, you are sorely mistaken. It was just the first time that I stood up to him and made him pay for what he did to me.

Back to http://www.mncriminals.com... on August 7, 1997,  I was living in Chicago, IL  when I get a call from some official in Duluth, MN telling me that my father was in an accident. So I had to take off for a week from work to go and see my drunken father. It turns out that he was going north in a southbound lane on HWY 53, AND he had a blood alcohol content over .10. .08 is the legal limit in Minnesota. He was charged with Criminal Vehicular Injury - Substantial Bodily Harm, and convicted as a felon.

So, what happens to a felon? They cannot own any firearms. HE told me that he hid them all at my sister's place so that St. Louis County wouldn't take them away from him. The last time I talked with my nephew, who, for some reason, thinks that his grandfather is a god, I asked him if there were any guns in my father's house. He told me that he had a houseful of guns. The last time I saw my father before I told him to fuck off in 2005, he had a houseful of guns. I alerted the St. Louis County Attorney, and she just e-mailed me back saying that I need to contact the sheriff. Blah blah blah... Right... Now, what would happen if the police were going to come to a retired St. Louis County Deputy Sheriff's house to seize his firearms? One of his buddies would give him a heads up, because all cops have to stick together, right? The law doesn't seem to apply to policemen, or at least, not to my father, Ralph Edward Lester.

I am pretty sure that he still may have his passport, allegedly. Felons aren't supposed to have those either as far as I know.

He was always a violent drunk while I was growing up, and this leopard doesn't change his spots. He will never get to see his grandson (mine, not my nephew) because of his violent past, present, and future. I will say that I learned how to be a good father by doing the complete opposite of what my father did to me. I don't drink, I don't lie, I don't steal, I don't come home and beat my wife and defenseless child... What he did, I don't do.

Why is he so drunk, angry, and violent all of the time? There are a couple of theories that I have heard that can lead to a life of being a lying, violent, sociopath felon... 

• The Irish Curse: Being a big, macho, drunken tough guy, but having a small penis.

or

• Being sodomized by a priest as a kid.

I am not saying that these happened to my father, but I have heard that these can cause a person to be a violent, ignorant, sociopath later in life. Again, these are just theories. Except for the small penis. Unfortunately, I have seen it. Maybe he is a grower and not a shower, who knows, but I have seen larger peanuts.

Well, there you have maybe a quarter of a drop in my father's bucket of life.

Ralph Edward Lester, Convicted Felon

Hey, don't be a DICK!

Welcome to the new, fucking year. This will be the year where I will be adding more in this blog, meaning if you are some narcissistic, sociopath asshole (and it doesn't matter if you think you aren't, because crazy people don't think they are crazy, now do they?), you will be attacked right here, right now.


I guess I should say that I am not going to make up shit and post it here. People that make up shit start to believe their own shit. If you are one of these types of people, then you are nothing but a lying, fat-assed DICK. There is nothing that I hate more than these lying DICK'S. Narcissistic, lying, sociopath DICK'S. You can make believe that you are right, you can run away, you can just ignore your lies and hope that they all just disappear, but you are still just a lying, piece of shit DICK!


The only reason these DICK'S are still alive is because it is against the law to kill them.


More on this topic later.