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Stacy Riddle Pruit, Bryan Pruit, Ralph Stephen Riddle

the hello cease and desist revisited

Little white people that STOP you from doing the wrong

According to my cousin and attorney in S. Florida,  who is a  little older than me, told me to take that “Cease and Desist” order used as a threat and throw it away. it’s worthless and joke.

Be well, and thank you Stacey & Bryan for being a two faced liars (You live with the best one, in a separate bed you admitted), and one thing I shouldn’t forget to mention.  Don’t loose your way, and please drive carefully, the next medic could be a close Firefighter/FireMedic I know.  The care is stellar, let’s hope you don’t suffer the outcome of your brother/in-law.  #douche(s)

valuables to most, became valuable to no one


I deeply sadden by a weekend of cleaning, sorting, discovering, recovering and organizing a collection of 17 years of collectables over the years.  A lot of the items I hadn’t saw in years since the Orlando years brought big smiles to my face.  I was able to find Alan, who now heads back home to Florida awaiting my return and hopefully Scott’s ashes will finally be added to the “vase” he always thought he should be in, because you’d want to look at it everyday. Scott took care of his partner in the mid 80’s when no HIV treatment was available, he watched him die at home next to him. Very very dark days.

The sad part was finding boxes of personal items that belonged to the family.  Pictures, of his father, mother, brother and sister when they were very young often and in their embrace.   I know was personally saddened when a lot of our family pictures over the years became displaced and lost with only a recovery of maybe 20 percent of them.

I was labelled very quickly along with my catholic family for engaging in “harassing behaviour”,  against the family members.  I guess Kubler-Ross hasn’t made it this far south yet.  Who knows.  Is it in the Baptist no-fly list?

I have reached out to the attorney professionally that decided to hande my cease-desist that there might be a painting they all cared for at one point.  No calls came. It sadly went off to donation to make someone else happy.  Now, an additional call to the office about the pictures.  I did grow up having feelings, morals and values. The harassment in their minds only indicates guilt, and maybe a dysfunctional study done by Carl Jung.  Here’s a suggestion,  pull out a copy of the 1912’s “Wandlungen und Symbole der Libido” by Jung.  I remember reading the german translation back in school.  Guess here in some of these GA schools, it might be too risqué.

But, I cannot and will not hold the pictures for an extended period of time. As a move of reasonable gesture I would like to make a trade for some ashes and obtain a certified death certificate (Which I for shouldn’t ever have to barter for).  On Sat. the 30th, I will respectfully dispose of them in an appropriate way.  In no way am I mocking the document sent to me by the attorney office.  I just want to try make sense out of a senseless vendetta. Honestly, I’m throwing in the towel. I have a future. I’m moving on, and you all make Columbus the city that you certainly think the universe revolves around.

This will be my last post about anything dealing with or about family belongings, personal opinions, non personal opinions, or other-wise,  Nor, anything at all with ever be said about the party concerned most gladly. I have a real family. A family that truly loves me good/bad or otherwise, and an extended family that I had the privileged meeting in those blessed 17 years.

Lost and Lonely, I need to pull out of this funk


This past Wednesday, now Thursday the 14th;  has shown to be a difficult day.  I fear leaving the house wondering if my apartment will be raped by the “R-Clan”.  But, chores have to be done.  Cat food, litter, flea bombs in the apartment which the homoeopathic/safe environment versions of flea eradication failed miserably.  Also, my truck tires needed to be checked since I made almost daily runs to Atlanta.  The bad tires were full of deep nails and with a nitrogen air compound added to it became an unfortunate expense I did not need and it could not be fixed nor ignored..  It sort of ruined my mood to go to Best Buy and look and play with the newest and latest gadgets.  So home I went after a trip to the “Pig”.  I watered the tomato plants that Scott and I planted weeks ago and have became happy as clams. Also, I watered my tropical tree I brought back from Key West as a seed years ago and raised it as a seeding.  I’m hoping it’s a golden shower tree that will one day adore our yard back in Florida.  If you ever have access to the gazillion page “Tropica” book, look it up.  It’s wonderful.

My calls to the pastor were ignored as well as Stacy’s husband, Bryan who I had some marginal trust in.  Not a message was returned and I fear RALPH Stephen Riddle has inserted his vitriol upon the closest Riddle clan.  I retain some hope. Perhaps Bryan Pruit-Suet was waiting for privacy or looking for the right words in his Auburn educated vocabulary to translate into my proper yankee dialect.  Verdict: You, the Riddle clan, are loathsome, horrible two-faced bigots trying to appear Christian.  You under estimate, me.

When I think of you.
When I think of you.