For years now, Oma Hamou and her cohorts and various alias names she uses have been threatening me with arrest, lawsuits and making outlandish claims, such as she was raped because of something they ALLEGE I wrote, but they don't even have the evidence to support any of these allegations.
Here is what the Los Angeles Superior Court told her when she asked them for a restraining order, when the refused to issue it:
"Why this blog?" Here are the original words which BEGAN the blog...
Only when business associates and friends googled me and reported some serious, disturbing and blatently false and defamatory stuff about me was turning up, and the woman and her alleged "friends" acting in admitted conspiracy with her making these allegations specifically stating that they were to "destroy" me and see me "in prison", did I decide speak out and to set the record straight. For the record, I would NOT even have written here, had this person not continually written these false and defamatory statements herself for the last three years. If she didn't want me to say anything about her, she ought not have been continually blogging and writing about me.
For years now, I have ignored these same continued statements made by a woman with whom I had only a passing acquaintance some 8 years ago, through a close friend who she hired to consult on an alleged movie she said she was producing. A background check on her that I did revealed she has no experience in the motion picture industry. Her claims of being an "actress" "model" and "author" were equally unsupported. She puffed up having an unworkable, poorly written script (I read it...laughed at how badly done it was) into "a career as a Motion Picture Producer", puffed up being an extra in a commercial into being "an actress on TV" and having some silly way over touched up photos into being "a model.
She claims her "animals were murdered by people who told the police they had read blogs allegedly written by me." OK, so since they "told the police" they were arrested. Where is the Police report? Where is the identification of these people? Where is their conviction record for this crime? IF Oma Hamou refuses to provide this information, ask her and yourself WHY?
Oma Hamou claims she was raped by people who "read a blog I (allegedly) wrote". Well, Where is the police report? These are serious allegations. There would be a police report. Exactly WHAT did these people "say"? What exact "blogs" or "websites" did the say they had read? these are serious allegations so ask HER and YOURSELF why they refuse to provide the proof of these allegations??
Oma Hamou "claims" to be an actress with movie appearances. ASK her what specific films she appeared in. IF she refuses, and she will, ASK yourself why she refuses to answer this simple question, and rather, responds with thousands of words that have nothing to DO with answering this simple question. Ask the same questions about her claim of a "career" as a Model. IF she refuses, and she WILL ask yourself WHY the refusal.
ASK Oma Hamou WHY she used the name "Ashkenazy"? She never admits to marrying anyone with this name but INSISTED on her divorce that she be able to use this name. WHY???? IF she refuses, and she will, ASK WHY she refuses...
Oma Hamou WANTS in so many words, to "destroy" me. I have NEVER said any such thing about this woman. So, ask yourself and HER, WHY...
She writes many such blatently stupid things. Here is just one, from today
Rob in California so I am told Bob's Texas judgement against Oma doesn't hold water in California meaning the courts have no jurisdiction over it so that's what the attorney Dave Slater says. I don't know but I figure Dave Slater being a real Texas attorney he of all people would know, just thought you might want to check it out yourself Well, if you DID ask Dave Slater, who is indeed a licensed Texas attorney, and he TOLD you that, well I sure hope his malpractice insurance is paid...
It is a VERY simple matter to enforce a Texas judgment in California, against California residents and their assets, here is some REAL law, so she might "want to check it out yourself...":
The United States Constitution, under Article IV, section 1 provides that full faith and credit must be given in each state to the public acts, records and judicial proceedings of every other state. Thus, a judgment issued by one state court must be given full faith and credit by the foreign or "sister-state" court. Although full faith and credit must be provided to judgments of another state, enforcement actions in the sister-state often requires acts to be taken by authorities in the sister-state (such as Marshals or Sheriffs) who will only act pursuant to an order of a court of their home state. For example, a judgment is obtained against a judgment debtor who has a bank account in California. To execute a levy upon the California bank account, the judgment creditor registers the Texas judgment as a California sister-state judgment, obtains a Writ of Execution directing a County Marshal in California to enforce the judgment and the judgment creditor then instructs the County Marshal to perform the bank levy at the bank where the judgment debtor has his/her money.
Here is another example of her outright LIES. She now says:
Documents posted on this forum by Justin and others like hospital discharge documents show Hamou was ill in September of 2005 likewise witnesses who worked at the hotel she had been living in for more than 3 months during this time say she had spent most of her time in bed, sick.
ONE: "hospital records" have NEVER been posted to substantiate this allegation
TWO: Oma Hamou in her OWN AFFADIVIT said she was NOT IN AUSTIN TEXAS for the THREE MONTHS prior to September 2005:
"...on August 23, 2005 Oma Hamou flew to Austin to find new counsel..." Memorandum in Support of Motion for Continuance (motion: DENIED). How could she have BEEN in Austin for the three months prior to September 2005, when she swore under oath to "fly to Austin" in late August?
That same Memorandum, sworn under oath says Oma Hamou spent "over $18,000" for travel and living expenses for JUST THREE WEEKS, the period from August 23, to September 19, 2005. Heck, I was flying round trip Austin to LA on American Airlines around then for $300. SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS A WEEK FOR "LIVING EXPENSES AND HOTEL"??? But THIS WOMAN can't pay her creditors?? What does that tell you?
Do you see how just this one instance of outright lies and deception is used as propaganda to make me appear in an unfavorable light??
WHY does she REFUSE to answer the important questions, but obfuscate the truth with trivia about the unimportant questions??
WHAT "movies" was she in? WHAT publications were her "model shots" published and when? WHO was Ashkenazy and WHY did she use his name publicly if he wasn't married to her?? WHERE are the police reports about her supposed rape where a blog I allegedly wrote was "to blame"??? where are the police reports, arrest reports and criminal trial reports for the people who "murdered her animals" and "told the cops" they did it because of something I 'allegedly' wrote?????
THAT is why this blog is needed. To address Oma Hamou's outright, silly, self obsessed, narcissistic, evil and outrageous statements that she makes nearly daily about me; and to show the world what a joke she, her alleged projects and her "companions" really are.
A note about the comments: While my personal comments here are indeed meant quite seriously, I allow the comments to be posted because of the humor, wit and obvious satire, which more clearly than I could write, demonstrates the sheer idiotic lunacy of the woman, and how laughable they would be, except for the serious defamatory statements they make about me on a daily basis.
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You folks has got to let this shit GO! Your rilin' L'il Bit up no end up at the hidey hole ---- Omer just called to let me know that she is sitting at the computer knawin' on cheetohs and typin' to beat the damn band. She keeps on mutterin shit about how she is JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN but whats worse is that shes gone and confessed that she is a deadbeat and has been stiffin people like her lawyers for there fees and such. STOP RILIN' HER UP BEFORE SHE CONFESSES THAT ALL OF THIS SHIT IS JUST A PUT UP JOB! I MEAN IT!
And Big Mama dont you worry none. Omer says he put the medicine in the cheetohs They should hit her any second now.
I got a job! You are now looking at the proud chief checkout guy at the Aloha Kwik Mart! Woo-hoo!
Brother Omer. The Word of the Lord can frighten only those who have done things with which to be frightened.
Lo does the Scripture relate the saga of your sister woman through the courts.
The many who met your sister and her wayward checkbook took heed of the Lord's word:
Deuteronomy 25:1"When men have a dispute, they are to take it to court and the judges will decide the case, acquitting the innocent and condemning the guilty."
Verily did these things happen in many states western some years ago.
Alas, your sister failed then to follow the next piece of godly advice:
Matthew 5:25"Settle matters quickly with your adversary who is taking you to court. Do it while you are still with him on the way, or he may hand you over to the judge, and the judge may hand you over to the officer, and you may be thrown into prison."
Alas, you sister failed to heed this advice, and so it went with her in the decade past, as she many days found herself sitting in jail, shamed for her probation violations.
In the ensuing years did the many she defrauded sue your sister in court, with her many times failing to make it to the defense table. As the Word saith:
Ezekiel 8:7"Then he brought me to the entrance to the court. I looked, and I saw a hole in the wall."
Something seemed finally to snap, though, with your sister when she was sued by and lost a case to a Mr. Atchison:
Proverbs 29:9"If a wise man goes to court with a fool, the fool rages and scoffs, and there is no peace."
And, lo, verily she hath not shut up since.
To make matters even the worse, your sister ignored the Lord's advice and tried to sue Mr. Atchison, to an end most unseemly:
Proverbs 25:8"Do not bring hastily to court, for what will you do in the end if your neighbor puts you to shame?"
Now, bereft of all means of proceeding and having suffered so many losses at the hands of so many, your sister rants and rages against a Mr. Moshein:
Amos 5:10"You hate the one who reproves in court and despise him who tells the truth."
Finally, with the truth of court after court weighing heavily against her claims of hurt and evil, did your sister descend into paranoic rants about rape and stalking (even though she tried to forfend with a talismanic photo of herself praying at the altar of the Orthodox in one cheesy dress):
Acts 26:21"That is why the Jews seized me in the temple courts and tried to kill me."
Alas, Brother Omer. I know of nothing left for your sister woman to express the sadness of her affairs but to pen a country song.
Dear Russo,
Why do they call the kid "beernuts"? Kind of harsh. It's good he has a sense of humor about it.
By the way, I'd like to see an equal amount of sexual innuendo about "Snoopy", please. If I sound like a man when I write, I'd like to know what you think a "man" who finishes posts with phrases like "so there!" and refers to other men as "dear boy" sounds like.
As I said earlier, I feel sorry for Justin and have tried to help him. No big deal. The real Justin actually has nothing to do with your friend, so how does this hurt her? As for why I keep posting?
Come on. Her stuff is hilarious, and so is the saga of the Kedems. And I want to see what happens to the two-headed baby. I'm as shallow as the next person.
Rebecca
Justin --- congratulations! I know you will be a terrific checker!
That two-headed baby was aborted. I forgot about that. It was Domer last night who was nursing at his mamma's bosom. His head was just moving so fast back and forth it looked like two heads. We tried to tell sis that she hadn't gotta bare her whole chest to feed a one-headed baby but she said she was more comfortable that way. Thank god didn't no company drop by.
No, "Take a Hike", it's not the Professor. It's Ginger!
Rebecca it wasnt me it really wasnt OMG she is going to get me so much trouble with my mom!
Rebecca, you already know. You've already been over to Oma Hamous other forum.
Who is Oma Hamous?
Lo, it is a modern corruption of the name of the descendants of Hamor the Hivite.
Genesis 34:2"When Shechem son of Hamor the Hivite, the ruler of that area, saw her, he took her and violated her."
It always was a very rough family.
But verily, they are descended from royalty and still be these days periodically reincarnated as royals.
Last I heard it was one of the Romanov girls.
Lo. Verily.
Mr. Forge, I've been wondering what happened to you people from the Registry of Battles (ROB). Where have you been?
We've been watching the blog but haven't had time to post recently due to a rather nasty internal matter we had to resolve with Miss Brandy Station.
But that's all settled now. She won't be joining our organization, but certain members will be able to make use of her services at a special rate.
Everyone's satisfied.
Messrs. Forge and Bridge,
I trust this blog is not about to become a site for some sort of sexual pandering. Heaven forbid that Miss Station come back on to try to explain herself by posting soft-core pornography "art" shots.
As bizarre a strategy as it might seem to be, I have heard of such attempts.
Oh chill out you old biddy.
You should only be so lucky as to see me naked. If you had it and still have the photos, flaunt it is what I always say.
Good grief. Now you all see what we've been going through over at ROB in dealing with the Brandy Station situation.
Some women just seem to view exposing themselves as the appropriate response to anything and everything.
Exhibitionism we can perhaps understand. What we find really unique, though, is a woman who constantly claims to be a professional model and film actress but will not or cannot name one single film, magazine, advertisement, or other medium in which she has appeared. What kind of actress or model would boast endlessly about her career but then refuse to name anything in which she appeared -- yet fully expect people to believe her?
Frankly, the answer probably lies more in the realm of psychiatry than internet inquiry.
Mitzi, my little schatzi. Hang onto those notes you found from that article I published! Something just occurred to me.
I think I've been barking up the wrong horse leg. Instead of trying to put that article behind me, maybe I should embrace it and carry the story of our intrepid little vixen forward. I'll bet publishers would be drooling over their matzo balls for that.
Maybe you have some ideas or could even send me some drafts?
Love to Fritzi and Bitsy -- and I guess to Chintzy, too, now that that horse is out of the barn, as it were.
Nitzi
Nitzele!
What a fabulous idea, darling! I have the write-up you did of the interview with Marcus Demian and the notes from the meeting with the Dave "director" person, as well as the Morton woman, Dave the attorney, and His Holiness the Patriarch of Whatever. Where do you want to start, Herzilein? Just so you know, I think She might have had a look-see at them at some point before you packed them away. There are smudged orange fingerprints all over them!
Let me know an address to send them along, darling. Or would it save time if I published them here? I don't think that nice Mr. Moshein --- such a nice boy --- would mind, and it would make Ms. Jordan happy. By the way, Ms. Jordan, darling, are you single? because if you are, my nephew Eliahu is single and we already found out the hard way that he has a taste for the shiksas, if you know what I mean. Not that there's anything wrong with you people and your savior, or as we like to call JC, "Oh, Him." I'm sure you're a fine woman. His other shiksa became Russian Orthodox (she says, but have you seen the gown she wore at the ceremony? Even G-d couldn't love that dress. Which as far as the Kedems are concerned is a long way to go to make a point, if you know what I mean.
Keep an eye on Chintzy, you know how we worry. Aunt Masada has been up all night just sick about it.
Your loving and devoted
Mitzele
I am Seamus McGrope, with the law firm of Rowe, Rowe, Rowe & Yurbote. We represent the descendents and heirs of the late Grand Duchess Bubbalova Daddievna Romanova. (I note her patronymic was erroneously given earlier on this blog as Daddievitch.)
It has come to their attention that someone who may be a reincarnation of the Grand Duchess, whom they still refer to as their beloved Auntie Bubba, has made her new incarnation known on the internet. The family of GD BDR has requested that my firm look into the possibility that their dear Auntie Bubba is again among us.
I am in possession of the private diaries and papers of the late Grand Duchess. These may contain information which may be of use in determining whether she might have, in fact, reappeared in different guise.
Are there any traits of which any of you might be aware in the possible reincarnation of GD BDR that might have their antecedents in the original esteemed personage?
I look forward to your cooperation, for which the descendants would be very grateful.
Regards,
SM
Is there anything in them papers about liking horses?
Dear Ms. K,
I don't mind at all. Feel free.
Best
Rob
Horses?
Oh, yes, indeed. The Grand Duchess was quite the horsewoman. Even though the automobile was in widespread use by the time she reached old age, GD BDR preferred to spend her time with her horses. Almost all of it, in fact.
Remember that the revolution had already unseated her family by the time to which I refer here. As a result, GD BDR did not have the staff at hand to handle her business affairs that she once had. Consequently, she found things such as registering and insuring cars and keeping her drivers license current to be simply more than she was inclined to handle.
Also, remember that, as a Grand Duchess, she had never had to handle anything so crude as money. She was used to getting whatever she wanted simply for the asking, secure in the view that someone else would come along behind her to pay for it, or that the debt would be ignored because of the honor of receiving her business. As you may imagine, this habit of securing goods and services without paying for them was misunderstood by the people from whom she obtained these things.
Unfortunately, the poor GD became enmeshed in one legal battle after another. As the august personage she was, however, she simply refused to take these matters seriously, and she would not deign actually to appear in court.
My precedessors counselled her on many occasions that this was an ill-advised approach. Failing to convince her, they at least got her to follow their suggestions to feign accident or illness. This became the source of the later reports that she was plagued by ill health, despite the fact that she was still rather robust and able to ride her horses -- or at least the more sturdy ones, as she did gain rather a bit of weight as time passed.
Mr. McGrope:
Hello to you I am saying from university! Permit me to be introduction myself. I am Aleksandr Aleksandrovitch Romanov, grdauate student of the history at Moscow State University. Topic for my dissertation is life and times of Her Imperial Highness (maybe, jury is being still out as you say in West where you have jury) Grand Duchess Bubbalova Romanovna (as you are seeing, high born lady and myself are having same last name. There is possibly connection.)
According to records nothing is known of Grand Duchess before she burst upon fashion scene in New York City in 1933 as model for Mlle. Coco Chanel. Unfortunately and strangely all photographs of Grand Duchess actually wearing clothing of Mlle. Chanel have vanished. There are conflicting records of Grand Duchess's early years before this. At various times Grand Duchess claimed to be from Tsarskoe Selo (Pushkin now) but we have birth certificate from Hoboken in great state of new Jersey. There are some early pictures in recently opened KGB archives of child with enormous jaw, like giant moose, could possibly be her. Why you ask do we have pictures? Stalin consulted with Grand Duchess in 1947 about energy problems of CCCP and has her flown to Moskva for occasion of summit. Grand Duchess is credited with design for Volgograd Electrical Facility. Unfortunately she also designed Chernobyl. Cannot win them all.
People who meet her say Grand Duchess Bubbalova is VERY VERY VERY FRIENDLY woman. Particularly to babushkas. How you say? Grandpas. And she gets many many many rubles for friendliness behavior.
Does this help? I have many more informations in dissertation.
Respectfully,
Aleksandr Aleksandrovitch
Mr. Romanov,
Your information on GD BDR was most helpful and squares on many points with the information in her private papers.
In fact, her private correspondence contains what might be a clue to the absence of photos of her wearing Mme. Chanel's designs. As I'm sure you know, Russian palaces were kept very hot in the winter from the era's crudely-regulated central heating systems, and well-heeled Russians found themselves moving from frigid outside cold to overheated interiors quite frequently.
The Grand Duchess was particularly prone to hot flashes and also developed a rash when exposed to most natural fabrics which, of course, were all they had in that era. So she developed the habit of throwing off her outer garments so quickly that she occasionally tore off more clothing than intended. As this continued to happen, she finally decided to make a virtue of accident and set the fashion for ladies of high station going topless when indoors in the winter. She claimed to be inspired by the ladies' fashions found on the vases that had recently been unearthed in the excavations at Minoa. Her diaries, however, reveal that she was simply putting the gloss on what she felt to be unavoidable.
Things went well enough in her early years with this habit. As she aged, however, she evolved from fashion to self-parody -- a rather drooopy self-parody, alas.
Now we get to the matter with Mme. Chanel. Aware of her illustrious model's propensity to shed clothing at the drop of a hat (or a bit of hard currency -- emigrees had it very hard in those days), Mme. Chanel tried to rig the clothing so that it could not easily be removed. But the Grand Duchess would have none of such restraint. In her pitted attempts to free herself publicly from more than one Chanel creation, she left them in tatters. Finally, Ms. Chanel had had enough. The association ended, the dresses were made into tin liners, and all the photos of the Grand Duchess clad (usually only partially) in Chanel couture disappeared.
By the way, sir. I hope your slip in referring to the Grand Duchess' friendly disposition toward babushkas was not a Freudian slip. As I'm sure you now, a grandpa is a dyadushka. While I have detected hints of a bit of girl-on-girl flavor in some of the GD's correspondence with her estate managers, I have found nothing overt to indicate such an affinity (although she did once move in with a very old dyadushka in the company of two other women. He still recounts that time with somewhat tumultuous responses.)
Hey y'all. I was on the internet searching for an apartment in Birmingham with a ground floor bedroom. All the real estate sites use the letters "gd bdr" for that. I ended up on this site, you see why. But I'm glad I did. I really really like Russian history and I couldn't hardly believe y'all were talking about this grand duchess who knew Coco Chanel. How real exciting.
This is getting kinda creepy and mamma ain't so sure she wants me to be telling her what you people are saying. But I got to ask, What did that grand dutchess think about her daddy?
That's a very delicate subject, Mr. Omer. The Grand Duchesses' diaries, especially in the early years, are rather replete with references to HIH the Grand Duke Daddi Pedovich Romanov.
I'll get more into the matter when I have time to think through the appropriate response to your question.
Meanwhile, my phone has been ringing off the hook this morning. I have messages from a Larissa Feinstein, a Stacey Hamilton, and some law firm about a lawsuit in New York where some fake movie producer owes Variety over $100,000 for full-page ads she took out and then didn't pay. It seems they could never locate her to serve her the papers, so the court entered a default judgment against her in New York. For some reason, they seem to think I might know how to find her because of something they saw on this blog.
Go figure.
Mr. Romanov,
I was intrigued by your reference to the birth certificate from Hoboken. While as far as I know, the Grand Duchess was thoroughly Russian, there is a passing reference in the family correspondence to New Jersey.
The Grand Duke Dadi Pedovich was part of the 1905 delegation sent to Portsmouth to negotiate the peace treaty that concluded the Russo-Japanese War. He was not well versed in diplomatic affairs and was more or less a headline name for the real delegation. There were rumors reported in other correspondence from the era that he had really been sent on this mission because of some rather inconvenient rumors that were circulating among some high society mothers in St. Petersburg about his conduct with their daughters.
At any rate, he took his wife, the Grand Duchess Seno Evilevna with him on this trip. Although she had been off the social circuit for some weeks before her departure, there were rumors that she was pregnant at the time of her departure. She was widely known to have had something of a gambling problem and had been making cryptic references to New Jersey in correspondence with her friends shortly before her embarkation.
In light of your reference to the birth certificate from Hoboken, I now wonder if there might not have been a New Jersey event that the family chose to keep secret for some reason.
Certainly, though, the Grand Duchess was raised in Russia, where she developed her love of horses and her quixotic fashion sense on her father's estates and in the more risque elements of the St. Petersburg haute monde.
Given that she was apparently born in 1905 and the revolution unseated her world in 1917, one can only conclude she was quite the early bloomer. Her father certainly thought so. As indicated by his letters, of course.
shes posting as me again only shes crazy because she is saying that i am a guy! OMG! my name is Merrill and i guess to some people that is a guys name but it is also my mom's name and thats all she will let me say about it, my mom i mean. Mr. Moshein can you please at least say that my first name is Merrill because you know it from the AP, thanks!
Merrill is a pretty name, Hike! And you shouldn't worry about her posting under your name because she doesn't know who you really are. So she can't really hurt you. She is posting under my name all the time but it's just something that I will have to learn to live with the way that Justin, Mike and a lot of other people have. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! I think we are all really kind of indebbted to her. So don't worry and tell your mother everything is going to be alright.
And the sock puppets are at it again I see. How amusing!
Mr. Omer, sorry I missed your phone call. But since you called from a number that will not accept incoming calls, I will leave the information here that you requested.
The lawsuit you inquired about was filed by Reed Elsevier, Inc. (the publisher of Variety) in the Supreme Court of the State of New York, County of New York, Docket No. 03112486 for the amount of $102,179.00.
Of course, she was not served, as she could not be found. However, the action is still open and service can be made upon any attorney who represents her in a future action in any state.
Whether you define a professional model as taking out ads to get your own picture into print is up to you. It is not, however, most people's definition of being a professional. The convention is to be paid by someone for one's work, not to pay others to let you do it. (Although in this case, I guess she technically did not pay. Hence, sadly, the lawsuit in New York.)
I am now curious, though. Just how many states has your sister been sued in? Is anyone keeping count? Can anyone keep count?
On another point about which you inquired: the Montana Supreme Court restored that Demian man's visitation rights, holding that the evidence in the case was not sufficient to support the action cutting off his visitation rights with his daughter. It seems quite a bit of hysterics and hyperbole had crept into the accusations that had been laid against him by certain parties.
I'm sorry I don't have any more time to spend on this right now. I've got to get back to the affairs of the Grand Duchess Bubbalova Daddievna R.
Good luck.
As I said before, her sock puppets are crazy tonight. "Sandman", "Snoopy", "Mike", and now they claim that they are hearing from someone called "Boris Romanov". I guess it's true. "Romanov" is Russian for "Smith".
Okay this ain't funny no more. Mamma is torn all to pieces and done took to her bed over it. That stuff about the Grand dutchess done made her think she had a ghost when she had sis and sis writing all that stuff about having dreams about being a dead Romanof didn't help none neither.
Mammas also put out about that lawsuit mess in New York. Mamma was so proud of sis when she showed us all those pictures of her in that Hollywood paper but we didn't have no idea that sis had run up a hundert thousand dollar bill she wasn't paying for them. We knew about all them lawsuits in California against her but didn't know she was being sued on the other coast too.
But it did make us think about when sis was a little girl and daddy would take our pictures. If he didn't put sis up front and in the middle of evertying she would throw a fit that would bring the roof down. When we took pictures for us other kids birthdays we had to sneak off and do it just so sis wouldn't take over the whole shootin match. That's why she ain't in a lot of our old family pictures.
Mamma asked the doctor about it one time and he said something about a narssissy disorder or something like that. But mamma couldn't follow what he was saying so we just kept takign pictures when she wan't around anywhere.
Ah, bretheren and sisteren, what more can one saith than to remind us that God foreseeth all.
Hosea 10:4
"They make many promises, take false oaths and make agreements; therefore lawsuits spring up like poisonous weeds in a plowed field."
While it may be unsavory to think of our sister's plowed field, she most surely hath the poisonous weed problem.
I have been able to research the archives here in Hoboken, and I can confirm that the Grand Duchess Bubbalova Daddievna Romonova was, indeed, born in New Jersey.
There's a lot more going on here, too.
Liberty and Prosperity,
Bye for Now
Humans, I regret to inform you that a small technical problem with the World Wide Web has caused some internet posts to be accidentally deleted.
For instance, one "Snoopy" recently posted on another site that some woman did not own a car of any sort and that some movie said woman had hoped to make was "stupid".
Fortunately, hard copy was obtained before the inadvertent deletion.
I have beaten the minion black and blue who caused said error. The problem should not recur.
Your Lord and Master,
The Grand Shovel
Mr. Ho,
Thank you for the confirmation of the certificate showing the birth of GD BDR in New Jersey.
Could you perhaps let us know what the date of birth was? My circumstantial information suggests 1905, but that seems rather late in terms of what else we know of the Her Imperial Highness.
I've got you covered, McGrope.
The date on the birth certificate was 1896. It seems the GD Seno Evilevna came to New Jersey more than once due, perhaps, to her gambling obsession.
I had read your earlier post about the 1905 trip and the rumor that she was pregnant at the time. You weren't far off the mark. I checked out the society column in the Hoboken newspaper for 1905 and found several reports on the Grand Duke's and her visit. It was noted in the earlier reports that she seemed "anticipating a happy event" and in the later reports that she seemed considerably thinner and rather muted.
That got me to checking hospital records in Hoboken to see what I could find. At first I seemed to come to a dead end. But then I found a curious entry about the admission of a woman who had been admitted due to a botched underground abortion that had been done at the "HoHoHo". That threw me at first, but a local historian told me there once was a Hoboken Horse Hospital that was known locally as the HoHoHo. He recollected that it had been shut down in some kind of scandal, but he could not remember the details.
From there I went to court records and found that the proprietor of the HoHoHo had been charged shortly thereafter for illegal abortions, and one such abortion had been performed on someone cryptically listed as "the Countess of Ridgeway", a rather thinly-veiled reference I think to our own Seno Evilovna.
The odd thing was that the proprietor had turned himself in. Apparently, he had aborted a two-headed baby, and it had so freaked him out that he swore never to perform abortions again and to get on the right path by confessing all.
Hope this helps.
Yes, it is quite helpful, Mr. Ho.
I must say, though, that the descendents of the Grand Duchess, whom I represent in this matter, are becoming rather appalled at the information that is being brought to light about their family.
However, they want me to keep forging ahead, as they want to know the whole truth about their background, and they feel that putting the matter forward on the internet is the only way to get at all the disparate information that is out there.
Mamma's getting worse and I don't hardly know what to do next. She got up from bed around noon to go feed the horses and she found sis standing in the middle of the barn with her hands in a can of red paint mumbling something about blood dripping on them people's hands. Well it damn near unhinged Mamma and she took right back to her bed heaving and sighing something fierce. We just cain't get sis to quit making all these silly dramatics ever time something don't go her way.
Oh, Sister Woman! Heal thy wicked ways and the Lord will exact your revenge on thine enemies for you. You will have no need of paint. He is the Lord.
Isaiah 49:26
"I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh; they will be drunk on their own blood, as with wine. Then all mankind will know that I, the LORD, am your Savior."
See.
I posted on her site that the people at the AP are good and that I have made many freinds there because it is such a cool place to meet authors like Penny, Greg and Peter Kirth and I wanted u to know that Mr. Moshein. She says your hands are dripping red but i didn't understand that. also can you tell me what kind of car you drive because everyone over there told me. really they told her because she was pretending to be me again but i think it is an interesting question. my mom and day drive this car that is called a K car that was made a long time ago. dad calls it a antique but mom just says it is a piece of crap and why cant we have a mercedes like rich people do. thanks for asnwering!
Merrill
Hello to you my American friends! I am Aleksandr Aleksendrovitch writing to you once again with the tippy-tappy machine on the internet!
Information about Her Imperial Highness most fascinating! Bubbalova's career is being largely viewed as myth in former CCCP thanks to inability of archives to produce evidence to support her claims to be important figure. I have long worked upon her story, but you have shown me many many many new informations that I had not known before previously. America! What a country! You have such incredible records that historians can find ANYTHING. Old pictures from even before internet can be found and scanned with the scanning machine! All old commercial ads still on youtube. Someone tells me, Aleksandr Aleksandrovitch, that nothing is ever lost. I was looking for picture of fashion model from before internets and bam it is found in a St. Petersburg minute. How wonderful! And no you find information from great state of New Jersey. I hear this is like Livadia, nyet? A garden! So much information is coming from New Jersey about family of Grand Duchess, and da, much of it is so scandalous but still SO INTERESTING!
Many years ago I met gypsy fortuneteller who tells me that I am reincarnation of Peter the Great. But she also tells me that there is severe housing shortage for dead Romanovs. Grand Duchess Bubbalova has to come back in really lower form in lower class place. Because it is so undesirable she can be reincarnated faster than Peter the Great, maybe within months of Grand Duchess's death in 1963. I wonder where she wound up?
Not New Jersey, is for sure! Too higher class!
Spasibo!
A.A.
O Mighty Grand Shovel!
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
It won't happen again. Promise.
Your faithful minion
Aleksandr (if I may call you that), it is good to hear from you again, and I am glad that this new information has been of use to you.
In fact, I have quite a bit more I can show you if you'd like. The Grand Duchess' correspondence is quite revealing. She went through several marriages, and she retained quite a stash of correspondence among family members. They were quite a crowd, let me tell you. Every last one of them.
Much of what that correspondence reports sounds like what we Americans would characterize as Saturday night doings in a trailer park. I know your command of English is a bit stretched, but let me assure you that the term "trailer park" does not suggest the image in might conjure up for you when you think in terms of the parks of St. Petersburg.
But we have to be kind here in our judgment and remember that the Grand Duchess had fallen on hard times not entirely of her own doing. There was a revolution, you know. And some rather disturbing issues with her father, the Grand Duke Daddi Pedovich. And a hapless mother saddled with a somewhat out-of-control daughter and a two-headed fetus. Finally, she had a range of fortunes with her brothers, Pavel, Hovel, and Grovel. One was kind, if a bit rough, one was rather nondescript, and one ended up in prison for, shall we say, the sins of the fathers (which in that family do not bear detailed recounting).
A little trailer park goings on seems the least one would expect from such a journey as life provided the GD BDR.
Hokey Smokey American friend named McGrope, you can be calling me Sasha!
Tomorrow I am going to former estate of Her Imperial Highness. Has been stable for horses since Revolution and story has it that ghost of Grand Duchess Bubbalova haunts stalls and scares horses.
Estate is located in small town just south of Pushkin called Weecktorville. Gypsies say that one day Grand Duchess will return to her people and open large and important office to do large and important work in Pushkin but so far that is not the way that the blintzes crumble. People in Weecktorville still waiting upon false promises made by lady from years ago who promised much but delivered zipski, as we say. She has large jaw like moose and --- Bozhe moy!
I just wanted to let everyone know that my first shift at the store went really well. My boss' name is Duke Sephardim and he's a really nice guy. He let me take home all of the bruised fruit at the end of my time, and boy was my wife glad to get them!
So I see that "she" is still "me". It kind of pisses me off that she thinks I have time to sit around all day at a computer defending her sorry ass because she is off somewhere "living her life" and doing important things. Like I don't have bills to pay?
I've tried not to get too bitter about what she did to me, but man, there are days when I am and I think this is one of them. She dragged me into the s**** she had going on with Moshein and Atchison years ago and she is doing it again. I want to be really clear about this. I AM NOT THE ONE POSTING THAT SHE GOT RAPED BECAUSE OF S*** ON THE INTERNET ABOUT HER POSTED BY MOSHEIN AND ATCHISON. Only a complete idiot would believe a story like that. Since she is the only person posting and reading her stuff aside from you people, no one but her believes any of it. I have tried to tell her this over and over again BUT SHE NEVER LISTENS TO ANYONE BECAUSE SHE IS AN EFFIN' MEGALOMANIAC!
Sorry. I just had to get that off my chest. My wife has a lovely fruit salad all ready and she wants me to say grace over it before she heads off to her new job slinging mai tais at the Wiki Wiki Wiki Bar and Grille.
We are the Justin EDWARD Family and WE WILL SURVIVE!
Goodness, don't people write some very interesting things when they lose their grip?
For instance, someone posting as "Mike" on Friday, May 29, at 8:29 a.m. on a website was discussing something about photos. While trying to claim no such photos existed, he wrote:
"and a simple Google [search] does not turn up anything, so they had to have dug and dug to find them."
Exactly.
And talk about a Freudian slip.
We don't get this. Why would someone even bother to do a google search to see if something could be found if they knew it did not exist?
Several readers have urged me to post more about Grand Duchess Bubbalova, particularly any photographs I might have of her. I am, in fact, in the final stages of editing her correspondence, and there are some very interesting photographs among her papers.
There are other aspects of her correspondence which are quite interesting, too. Given the GD BDR's high position and the elevated personages with whom she was associated, her papers contain quite a bit of information about Her Imperial Majesty the Empress Alexandra, some of which has never come to light in Romanov study circles.
One example is her HIM Alexandra's eating habits. It has long been known that Alexandra had an eating disorder, sometimes subsisting on plain and repetitive fare such as chicken cutlets for months on end. Yet at the same time it has been observed that Alexandra gained considerable weight as she aged. Given her parsimonious eating habits, that posed something of a mystery.
The Grand Duchess Bubbalova's papers reveal what might be the answer to that mystery. It seems the Empress Alexandra had an absolute passion for sausages. As un-Empress-like as that might seem, her husband the Emperor, so put upon by her many emotional frailties, heartily encouraged her in this particular passion, knowing how happy it made Alexandra, and therefore how happy it made him.
Indeed, Alexandra's passion seemed to know no bounds. When presented with even the largest sausage, she would chomp down with abandon, all the while getting nary a drip on her jewelry or blouse. This might seem quite remarkable until one considers her extremely refined table training. One would hardly expect less of an Empress, after all.
I went out of town on a business trip and everyone went away. Justin did e-mail me that things are going well for him.
Hope everyone is doing well.
Rebecca Jordan. There is only one Rebecca!
Ah, Sister Jordan. It is so hard to tell whether to make use of what one knows.
I have looked to the Lord for guidance but, lo, his Word doth confuse and confound me.
On the one hand, you rapscallions on this blog ridicule all that is beautiful and just.
Job 11:3
"Will your idle talk reduce men to silence? Will no one rebuke you when you mock?"
But on the other hand, the Lord calls for His work to be done:
Isaiah 47:5
"Sit in silence, go into darkness, Daughter of the Babylonians; no more will you be called queen of kingdoms."
Oh, what to do, what to do . . . ?
Oh, dear. Some people just don't know when to leave well enough alone. I have received a report that someone started yet another blog about our host on May 31.
But on to other news. I have obtained some very interesting videos that some of you might enjoy seeing "in the privacy of your own home", as they say.
Since their content prevents my posting them here, please let me know if you would like me to provide you the link to the site I established for them. I will then make arrangements to contact you privately.
And, please . . . no jokes about the Empress' taste for sausage. A Vivid imagination is quite enough.
Hoo boy, thanks for sending me the file, Mr. McGrope. She's got a jaw like a python when it comes to swallowing things. Quite the nafkeh as my bubbe used to say. Nitzi, throw that candle away. You don't know where it's been.
Your loving sister,
Mitzi
You know, I had a thought. Don't laugh, Mr. Moshein, but did you or Mr. Atchison ever reject her? You know, in that way? Because this whole thing is starting to read like a bad case of a woman scorned. There could be a rabbit boiling on your stove, if you know what I mean.
Dear Mitzi,
I just posted above this on the newest thread. It might interest you.
Rebecca
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