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!