As law enforcement seems unable to assist me, and the person behind this campaign to defame me and interfere with my business and profession, named variously Oma Hamou, Oma Mcconnell or Alexandra McConnell is what they call "judgment proof" meaning she has no money, I must place this blog here.
I would NOT even have written here, had this person not continually written her own false and defamatory statements herself and aided and abetted other personae writing "on her behalf" for the last three years. If she doesn't want me to say anything about her, she ought not have been continually blogging and writing about me much less aiding and encouraging others to do so as well.
The woman behind all of this goes by many names: Oma Hamou, Oma McConnell, Alexandra McConnell, Alexandra Hamou, Oma Demian, Alexandra Murphy, are the usual ones, but there are others. The reason this woman and her "alleged" friends crusade to destroy me is simple. I learned about her genuine background, and she wants me silenced from speaking about it.
This woman, Oma Hamou, Oma McConnell, Alexandra McConnell, Alexandra Hamou, Oma Demian, Alexandra Murphy and her other aliases have a twenty year track record of FELONY CONVICTIONS, multiple arrests, failure to abide by the requirements of her probation for her felony convictions which lead to more arrests, many many civil judgments against her for hundreds of thousands of dollars, a history of writing bad checks, and currently she was arrested late in 2008 in San Bernardino California on a Felony Charge of Forgery of a Financial Instrument (she seems to have forged a large check) After 14 months of dragging the process out, she paid the Victim full restitution and the District Attorney dropped the Felony charge.
Someone else has recently posted a precis of the criminal and debt history of this woman. You can go here to read the specific details for yourself:
http://www.omahamoureality.blogspot.com
She is nearly psychotic in her daily compulsion because I stumbled onto the actual facts of her past, and present, which do not coincide with the personae she wants to project to others.
This woman, Oma Hamou, Oma McConnell, Alexandra McConnell, Alexandra Hamou, Oma Demian, Alexandra Murphy et al, has for YEARS now, threatened me with civil and criminal actions. For years now, NOTHING has happened except more ongoing threats online. NOW HER OWN WEBSITE TODAY FEBRUARY 28, 2010 CONFIRMS AND ADMITS SHE AND HER "FRIENDS" DELIBERATELY LIED EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY SAID OMA HAMOU HAD FILED A CRIMINAL COMPLAINT AGAINST ME AND THEY WERE LYING EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY SAID I WAS UNDER POLICE INVESTIGATION, SINCE THE POLICE WILL INVESTIGATE NOTHING UNLESS A FORMAL COMPLAINT IS FILED.
I am called a "criminal stalker". First, being called a criminal is Libel per se in Texas, since I have never been convicted of ANYTHING worse than one speeding ticket. As for a stalker, well, I have no clue where this woman is, where she lives, and frankly I don't WANT to know, nor can I care less. In the words of one of her attorney's, Dave. S. "the faster that woman is in my rearview mirror the happier I'll be" (yeah I have the email he said that to me in.). I WISH NO CONTACT WITH OR FROM THIS PERSON.
I do NOT wish this person ill, or harm. Frankly, I do not care about her. The less I hear about her, the better. That said, no one should ever be subjected to harm or danger. I DO NOT WISH THIS PERSON HARM, nor have I advocated, wished, nor advised anyone to harm her. Such allegations are baseless, wrong and defamatory. I just want he to leave me and my partner ALONE and stop the thousands of pages of defamatory lies she puts up and allows "friends" to post on her website in order to cause me harm.
This woman, Oma Hamou, Oma McConnell, Alexandra McConnell, Alexandra Hamou, Oma Demian, Alexandra Murphy has demonstrated she has no credibility. You can read below in previous posts where she has outright lied, most notably when she filed a report about her business with Dunn and Bradstreet that was investigated by them and shown to be completely fraudulent.
Ask yourself if the following make any, rational or reasonable common sense:
This woman claims to be an actress and model, but for a decade steadfastly REFUSES to provide one single shred of evidence to support the allegation, not even a credit, reference or magazine issue. She says only "I was and I don't have to prove it. YOU have to prove I wasn't". Does that make sense?
This woman claims that her three felony convictions were not Her fault, but rather someone else's fault. Does THAT make sense?
This woman claims that her recent Felony Forgery Charges in San Bernardino are "just a big mistake" and "law enforcement and the DA" are on "her side" and "believe her", yet they STILL pressed charges and scheduling dozens of hearings over FOURTEEN MONTHS. Does THAT make sense??
This woman has claimed for six years non stop that I am being investigated by law enforcement and the FBI. Yet, NOTHING ever happened, I have never been contacted by law enforcement for any reason in those six years other than one speeding ticket. Does it make any sense to you that law enforcement is doing ANYTHING for six years now?
UPDATE FEBRUARY 28TH: THIS WOMAN'S WEBSITE NOW ADMITS THAT OMA HAMOU HAS NEVER ACTUALLY FILED A CRIMINAL COMPLAINT AGAINST ME. EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE OR HER ALLEGED FRIENDS HAVE MADE THAT STATEMENT WAS A BALD FACED DELIBERATE LIE INTENDED SOLELY TO DEFAME ME. ASSESS ANY CREDIBILITY SHE AND HER CRONIES HAVE ACCORDINGLY. THEY CONFIRM AND ADMIT TO DELIBERATELY LYING THAT CRIMINAL COMPLAINTS WERE FILED, WHICH MEANS EACH TIME THEY CLAIMED I WAS UNDER CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION WAS ALSO A DELIBERATE AND INTENTIONAL LIE. HOW CAN ANYTHING THEY WRITE BE TRUSTED IF THEY ADMIT TO DELIBERATELY LYING ABOUT SUCH MATTERS?
Buddha said Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
Look at all the blathering posts she has put up on the internet, and ask yourself, do these things agree with YOUR reason and your own common sense? The answer is obvious.
As you can see, this woman and/or her cronies now LIE, falsify documents and use years old private letters to attempt to defame and disparage me, and Bob Atchison
Many people whom have come into contact with her call her a con artist and scam artist. She hangs out with convicted felons, even inviting these career criminals to live in her house with her.
You can verify all the arrests, judgments etc for yourself with simple online searches.
You are free to email me with your questions, and if you yourself have been a VICTIM of this woman Oma Hamou, Oma McConnell, Alexandra McConnell, Alexandra Hamou, Oma Demian, Alexandra Murphy, I encourage you to contact me.
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Blake,
That is quite a real company.
Acme Bail Bonds
18200 West Kenwood Avenue, San Bernardino
(909) 889-9906
the "snoopy" one says Oma Hamou can't take any cat into her home unless it tests positive for herpes (we assume she means feline herpes, nor genital herpes)...
I guess Oma Hamou aka Alexandra McConnell can't afford a good vet. Feline Herpes (feline viral rhinopneumonitis) is easily PREVENTED by vaccination. See for example:
http://petdoc.com/story/feline-herpes-virus-cats
Or, maybe her vet won't take a check...in any event, vaccination means she could adopt ANY cat...but I bet the vet won't take checks. At least HER checks.
Snoopy-Who-Is-Oma posted:
"They [the bail bond company] have agreed to provide the name of any person who calls asking about my friend Oma Hamou."
Based on the contents of that envelope I received, I can think of only two words here:
Horses. Barn.
anyone else wonder why Oma who posts as everyone else has gone on the "Cat tangent" to deflect attention from Acme Bail Bonds??
Nah, I didn't think so either.
BFF, Mr. Russo was called "Octopus" because he was "all hands" on the girls when he was single. I was given the noble moniker: Messy Missy.
Yes, the brother is in trouble. Big trouble.
Still tired. Stayed up too late last night watching the Olympics. Anybody else get teary when that brave Georgian team came in with their black arm bands?
Leslie-Who-Is-Oma posted:
"The courts in Texas issued a protective order against Rob Moshein ...."
Notice how a restraining order has now morphed into a protective order in Hamou's rewriting of history? And how one judge has become "the courts in Texas".
As usual, the Woman Who Accidentally Sued Herself has the law all mixed up. According to a published legal authority:
"Generally, restraining orders are different than protective orders in that they are civil as opposed to criminal. In other words, normally one applies for a restraining order at the civil clerk's office. The penalties for a violation of the restraining order are civil penalties, as opposed to criminal consequences.
On the other hand, criminal protective orders typically apply in a family violence situation and are usually issued after an accused has been arrested for committing a family violence crime.
The penalty for violating the protective order is a criminal violation, as opposed to a civil penalty."
And, as usual, Hamou omits several critical facts. The restraining order lapsed because she failed to go forward with her lawsuit and failed to prove her claims.
Also, the restraining order, for the short time it was in force while her lawsuit was pending, did not prevent Rob Moshein from posting about Hamou. It only ordered him not to tell lies about her and not to post under other names. As he told the judge when she altered the order at his request to reflect that, he had done neither and would not challenge an order constraining him from doing what he was not doing, anyway.
Unlike Hamou, he freely admits he posts on his own forum, and he does so exclusively under his own name.
Oma-Who-Is-Handmaiden posted:
"Oma actually did not make the restraining order permanant [sic] ...."
I see. So Hamou had the authority to make the restraining order permanent had she chosen.
Righto.
The order was not made permament by the judge because Hamou had to prove the allegations she made in order to obtain a permanent restraining order. And Hamou was unable to do that.
For years, she has been posting about that whole episode as if she actually won the case. In fact, she filed the case exactly for the reason of being able to brandish it endlessly on the internet. But when she actually had to pony up the evidence to prove her claims, she folded like a cheap tent.
In fact, in the only case between her and her two nemeses that went all the way to a judge and jury, SHE LOST. And she has still not paid the judgment imposed by the court.
She'll never get over it. But that's what happened.
Snoopy-Who-Is-Oma posted:
"Yes, she will when Bob Atchison goes to jail ..."
Well, at least she can give Atchison some tips on how to handle himself in jai. After all, she has been in jail at least five times -- that we know of. I bet she doesn't even buy shoes with laces anymore.
Blake:
She would have to have been arrested once for each of the three Felony Charges in three separate states to which Oma Hamou plead Guilty.
That is 3
She was arrested three more times for being a Fugitive from Justice for violating the terms of her probation for EACH of the THREE Felony Conviction. Twice in Los Angeles and once in San Diego
That is 3
Then Jail in San Bernardino for the Felony Forgery charge
That is 1
3+3+1=7
I count Oma Hamou being jailed SEVEN times, not five.
Bob Atchison in jail. NEVER
Me in jail NEVER (well never as a prisoner or ever even arrested. I did do a half dozen jail house interviews at the LA Jail with clients for Bob Shapiro when I was his clerk briefly after I passed the Bar.)
Okay, then. Now I'm sure she avoids shoes with laces. And belts.
Well, we know she avoids buying brand new clothes. She seems to be the queen of thrift shops.
Ms. Hamou / McConnell, dear. Please don't get upset about the Acme Bail Bonds posts. I'm sure the boys were just making sport.
And, dear, I'm sure Acme is a perfectly respectable brand of bail bond. Some of my friends go on and on about Van Cleef & Arpels, but honestly, dear, I don't see a fig's difference between table linen from Van Cleef and from Nieman Marcus.
What really matters is customer service, don't you think, my dear? If Acme is there every time you need them, then what's to worry about what the boys here say?
I'm sorry, I was not clear. Oma Hamou appears to be the queen of the PALMDALE thrift shops...I doubt one finds many Valentino or Tom Ford originals there. her clothes seem more the Jaquelyn Smith for Target style...
It's a good day. Handmaiden-Who-is-Oma is posting to Snoopy-Who-Is-Oma to hold his/her temper in check lest he/her spill the beans with information that he/she thinks we might not have.
Then Handmaiden-Who-Is-Oma gives Snoopy-Who-Is-Oma the advice to:
"Turn them into toys like I did."
Just my luck. I've always wanted to be someone's boy toy, and I wind up getting Handmaiden/Debbie-Who-Is-Oma. The only thing worse would be the real courthouse Debbie.
Drat.
Blake,
that thought alone made me throw up in my mouth, a little....
I'll put dinner off until after 60 Minutes.
Darling "Handmaiden" (and darling, this applies toyou if you are Oma and if you are not, see how helpful I am?), no one has a problem with buying your clothing in second hand stores, if you're on a budget, darling, that's smart. I think what I have a problem with is you saying that you have taste, darling. Girls, we've seen the pictures. Now you get youselves to a nice second hand store in Los Angeles, maybe near Beverly Hills, and you get someone to help you pick out some nice things. And you tell Mitzi if they don't tell you to stay away from turquoise!
Mitzele
Mitz,
The Hamster has a life size photo of herself as a "Russian Empress" on the mantle (oh wait, that thought caused me to vomit in my mouth again...Why does West Hollywood Drag Queen keep seeming appropriate...) and a cheesy fake carousel horse as her prized possessions. You expect it to have taste? Look at the fat one from court, she seems to be Hamou's best friend. Clearly "bag lady" is Hamou's style of choice, not to mention Fat Debbie...
ick.
Thanks Fat Debbie for admitting that Bag Lady is your and Oma's style of choice.
oh, and Fat debbie,
Feel free to put down our house. Two Designers who have been featured in Architectural Digest multiple times, and a professional Art Consultant from Manhattan have all consulted, free of charge actually, on our house and the design, art and furniture.
So dis the house all you want. Feel free. It just proves that you have no understanding of genuine taste, art or design. But then, Palmdale/Lancaster/victorville has it's own "style"...style that Architectural Digest never bothers to feature.
UH OH.
Fat debbie is out to "have fun". That can only mean some Palmdale all you can eat buffet is set to lose a LOT of money on her dinner...
Condolences to whoever is the poor victim.
Hokity smokity, Americanskii Friendskis! Here we are all aghast at news of bitter woman teacher shooting up faculty in state of Alabama for tenure denied! Not believing past record of bitter woman biologist. She is accidentally shooting brother to death with three bullets, pausing during accident only once to reload, but is accident! She is chief suspect in pipe bomb! Again this is not her fault! She is Oma Hamou of Akademia!
Have journeyed to Pushkin many times since before New Year. Have seen sign on room with name "Rebecca Jordan" as thanks for your paying for renovation. All men appreciate new facilities, Rebecca and bless your name. And there is even small sign on new paper towel dispenser in honor of O.H., most kind of you!
Work on Her Imperial Highness connection to Imperial Family has reached impasse. After last diary entry by Tsaritsa about Bubbalova and Mariya picking up soldiers in field hospital, Bubbalova is sent back to Smolny in disgrace. Meanwhile HIH Daddy Pedovich served on Chinese front during First World War. Not much action. At some point he came under influence of gigantic native woman, Svetlana Wideassovna, who studies to be legal assistant to Mongolians seeking redress against imperial government for yurt confiscation. In 1917 he summoned Bubbalova to, as he put it, "perk up troops", and HIH leaves St. Petersburg forever. It is on this journey that she meets Lt. M. Demian, a young subaltern to Prince Felix Y., and makes first marriage (is Demian's sixth, and he is only 18 --- Armenians fast workers, nyet?)
Leaving for Ulan Bator in morning to pick up trail!
Heartiest of greetings to all!
Sasha
Blake, if you are really interested in being a "boy toy" I have a friend who's sister is a professional dominatrix. . . .
Gee, Sasha. Thanks. I think. And good luck with the research.
Hope everyone had a nice weekend. I went out to the island. It was bitter cold, but still beautiful.
I had a Valentine on my desk Friday from a secret admirer! Talk about a nice surprise, it was accompanied by a choclate truffle. Not bad for an old lady.
Oma-Writing-as-Snoopy says "he" cooked dinner for his wife and they "enjoyed" their four children. With bechamel sauce? Come on, figments, Oma- Writing-as-Handmaiden described you as scholars. (I know.) Let's get with the grammar program, shall we?
Rebecca Writing as Rebecca
BFF,
Is there much money in that? Banking may not last forever.
BFF
I wouldn't know. I was thoroughly shocked that she would admit that that is what her sister does for a living. Or maybe it's a hobby. That's something I would have kept on the waaaaaaay down low.
Reminds me of the movie "Eating Raoul".
RJ
"snoopy's" syntax reminds me of a sign that used make me laugh out loud every time I would drive by it. Large sign outside a restaurant in Koreatown section of Los Angeles
"Mongolian Barbeque: Fun for whole family to cook children too"
hehehehe, I still chuckle twenty five years later.
Years ago a friend of mine married Harry Chapin's sister. Harry might be a little before your time, BFF, but I loved his music. Anyway, at some meet-and-greet the bride thing before the actual day itself I wound up standing next to her along with my friend Peter. I was trying to be pleasant, so I asked her what she did for a living, and she said "I'm a witch." Without missing a beat, Peter asked "Is there much money in that?"
Rob, too funny.
RJ
Oh no, BFF, we were born and raised in Oregon. Our teachers were mostly hippies. And I know several were smoking dope. Go figure. Sang "Cat's in the Cradle" and "Bridge over Troubled Waters" (I have their greatest hits though I did not know they did "Hazy Shade of Winter" before the Bangles--who did do a bang up job, btw) along with numerous Cat Stevens tunes. Can't say I was fond of "Thou Art Groovy" though.
Can't say I've met a practicing witch. . .
Oh and as for "Snap" being a "gay" phrase? Somebody better tell Simon Donoghue to stop using it or tongues will be a-waggin'!
Dear BFF,
Harry Chapin wasn't a hippie! He did ballads, sort of like that guy who did "Run for the Roses" and "Another Auld Lang Syne" (I know I could look it up but it is more fun to try and tease the brain cells to remember on their own!)
And Rob sent me a cast of characters a few months back, so I know the name of the person you say is using "snap". Rob listed him as one of the folks on the posting board that the historians King and Wilson run, the one that kicked Oma Hamou off, and Rob says you are a member too. Why don't you tell him yourself?
Is saying 'snap "gay"? There is a black guy who uses it around here a lot, and I don't think he is. OH YEAH, I WENT THERE!, on the other hand, is unquestionably gay. Is Anime Boy gay as well as mentally challenged?
I had sort of pictured him and the Breadsticks girl as having a little thing going.
Your BFF
"Another Auld Lang Syne", RJ you mean "Same Auld Lang Syne" by Dan Fogelberg.
Dan Fogelberg! Thanks, Rob. I spent some time last night listening to Harry Chapin, and this morning I rooted out a Fogelberg Greatest Hits collection while I had coffee and dressed. Kind of Chapin Lite. But I still like Harry, and I don't think I had listened to him in years, so that was nice.
I'm sorry, Oma-Writing-As-Scooch-Pooch, if I hurt your feelings. You need to remember that I don't think any of the figments are real so, no, I don't really worry too much about calling you "Breadsticks", sweetheart. Perhaps you could think of it as a nickname like "Beernuts". When you call me "Bob Atchison", that's what I do. I think of it as my nickname.
And Anime Boy has a girlfriend? Who's he dating, Helen Keller?
OH YEAH I WENT THERE HONEY!
All our lives are circles, as Harry said.
RJ
RJ,
I didn't see that the anime boy character said he had a live, human being flesh and blood girlfriend...maybe it's just one he drew for himself or ordered online.
Oh yeah, I went there.
BFF, I was talking about OREGON. Hippies galore here. I get sick of them myself, a bunch of patcholi smelling dread lock people who don't wash. Euuuuu!
Too bad Harry died young, enjoyed his last song about the Taxi driver.
Oh Mr. Moshein, you might want to edit your posting. You dropped the "s" in Crusade, what with all this talk on either side you know.
Oh BFF, Simon won't talk to me, I'm a Replican. Last I heard he was accusing me of hating black people because I don't like the Obama administration's policies. Besides, he's MUCH too high brow for me. Like Elizaveta.
Does anyone else hear the world's smallest violin playing hoping for sympathy for Oma? That beyond pathetic old repost of years ago has appeared again thanks to the bore sandman character. You know the one "America LOVES the underdog. Rah Rah Oma Hamou is somebody. Bob Atchison is evil...Root for Oma 'cuz she's the underdog with beauty, talent, style and ability...Rue the day she got messed up with Bob..."zzzzzzzzz
Yawn.
BFF,
Who is Elizaveta?
I read "Oma-Posting-As-Sandman"'s self-laudatory piece, Rob, and I have to admire the girl's guts in assuming that anyone, anyone at all, cares about this entire issue. I mean, aside from all of us, and all of "them". And you, BFF!
Americans admire people who pay their debts, Oma. Take the hint.
I had forgotten about the patchouli, too funny. Surely, though, hippies didn't have dreadlocks? I don't remember seeing them until the 80s and Whoopi Goldberg. Back then they simply looked unkempt. I was in London during the war, and did my fair share of picketing. You should have seen me in my little preppy outfits surrounded by the hippies. I think I actually wore gloves to one of them.
WASP joke: Do you know why the Junior League doesn't take part in orgies?
Too many thank-you notes.
RJ
Having a Jewish Mother, I can tell this joke:
How many Jewish Mothers does it take to change a burned out light bulb?
None "Don't worry, I'll sit in the dark, I'll be fine, really..."
Oh, dears. Living in the south (if one can call Palm Beach the south), I feel it would be appropriate for me to tell this joke:
Q: What's the difference between the north and the south?
A: In the north, there's a cut-off age for sleeping with your parents.
Tee hee hee. (Oh, dear. I shouldn't.)
Sasha, dearest Russian friend. It was so good to hear from you again, but I'm afraid you got my thoughts turned into a very troubling channel when you brought up that poor, disturbed Amy Bishop woman.
As more comes out about her case, I just cannot help but find parallels between her and our own intrepid Ms. Hamou / McConnell.
First, there is the gun motif. Amy Bishop has apparently been fascinated by them since childhood. And we have Ms. Hamou posting pictures of her scantily-clad self jauntily squeezing the trigger of her very own little weapon of mayhem.
Amy Bishop said she needed to learn how to use a gun to defend herself. And Ms. Hamou-then-Demian says she was forced to her knees in a field where her husband pistol-whipped her. (That would certainly explain why she was his tenth wife, don't you think, my dears? Just how long could such a man be expected to hold onto his women?)
And, of course, there was poor Mrs. Bishop's early experience accidentally shooting her brother. She first tried to figure out how to use the household shotgun up her in bedroom, where she shot a hole in the ceiling. Then, not learning the obvious lesson to take the gun outside while mastering how to unload it, she came downstairs and tried again, where she blew a hole in her brother's chest. Still perplexed about how the gun worked, she repaired to the kitchen where she next blew a hole in the floor.
I just could not avoid the comparisons to our dear Ms. Hamou / McConnell's attempts to learn how to tell the difference between an open and a closed checking account. Accidentally write a check on a closed account to a hairdresser in Orange County. Then do the same thing shortly afterward to a film studio. And now, years later, the poor thing still cannot keep her checkbooks straight and writes another check on an improper account in San Bernardino County.
Then there was suspicion of Mrs. Bishop's involvement some years back in sending a letter bomb to a colleague. Ah, me. So like that spat about whether Ms. Hamou tried to enlist someone to harm dear Mr. Atchison.
And, to wrap up, there's the unfortunate parallel between Mrs. Bishop's attempt to earn tenure and Ms. Hamou's attempt to make her magnum opus (and first film outside the Valley). Both women tried so hard and would clearly have succeeded had envious, spiteful people not failed to recognize their talents and rewarded them. They both wanted it so badly. Shouldn't wanting something that much be enough, my dears? Why drive these poor women to despair with unreasonable expectations that they actually be able to demonstrate they have the wherewithal they claim to have?
Oh, dear, dear me. Do all keep an eye out for disappointed women carrying shoulder bags that ride low. You just never know, my pets. You just never know.
BFF, she, it looks like, USED to post over on the AP, though it looks like she hasn't been there since November of 08. Anywho, the woman uses "But". You know the type, "I don't know anything about BUT blah, blah, blah." and goes on a lecture of whatever she does know. (Don't ever forget, BFF, when you use the word BUT like that it negates everything you said before.)
Oh Miss P, I totally disagree. That Amy Bishop woman had no remorse and didn't care who she hurt and didn't want to make any sort of resitiution. Ms. Hamou has been very up front and honest about everything and is cleaning everything up.
Anybody else think Johnny Weir was robbed last night? His jumps were WAAAAY cleaner than that Frenchman who biffed his triple lutz.
Well, dear, as they say in Palm Beach, "Bernie was such a nice dresser. I'm sure he didn't mean to rip off all those widows and charities."
Do they really? I Have a friend who lives by there from The Royal Forums. I'll ask her.
Oh, how marvelous, dear. Do tell her to look me up (if I don't already know her). What with the cold snaps we've been having here this winter, the watercress crop has been simply divine. Maybe she could come over for a nice little luncheon.
She's not allergic to cats, is she, dear?
She doesn't like them. She's also Greek.
Uh, oh. We know what the Greeks like, don't we, dear?
Oh, dear. I might owe you an apology.
Were you referring to her sorority?
Uhhh no. She's an excellent cook and go-getter. Her house is lovely. They just got back from Greece. They travel a lot. Seems fine to me.
What a coincidence, dear! My friend Dolores just got back from Greece with her charming husband. And Dolores is quite the go-getter herself. In fact, she mostly drags her husband along on her jaunts. He'd much rather be golfing.
In fact, we sometimes titter together that she might be better off leaving him with his buddies at the 19th hole and, go-getter that she is, going and getting herself a little man on the side. Greek would work.
For Dolores, I mean.
Obviously we don't know the same person. She would NEVER do that and her husband would never leave her at the 19th hole.
I'll let you know what she says and have fun man hunting with Dolores.
BFF,
"Ms. Hamou has been very up front and honest about everything and is cleaning everything up."
That's wonderful! When can Bob Atchison expect the cashier's check to pay him what she owes him?
Your friend sounds like a pistol, Penny.
RJ
Well, Rebecca dear, Dolores is a little, uh, sizzling for my tastes at times. But she has a heart of gold and just loves my watercress sandwiches.
Even Felineus likes her, and he has such a sense for the inner qualities of people.
Ah, Felineus. The poor dear. I remember how frantic he was to get out of Mrs. Batchelor's house that night last year and how he tore past the other three cats the very instant we turned off our headlamps and coasted up to the front curb.
I wouldn't know that, BFF. I believe that is an unresolved issue. You will have to take that up with Ms. Hamou.
Rebecca,
You already KNOW Oma Hamou has a selective obedience of the numerous judgments against her. The ones she doesn't like, she refuses to pay like Bob and Boardrush; others she says she is trying to "clear" but little has happened in that direction over the years.
I must say for someone who tells people publicly that she is a "paralegal" her legal research skills are dismal at best. A quick read of the Texas Rules of Civil Procedure and a quick search of the Texas Supreme Court decisions would have disclosed to her that her "Bill of Review" is literally nothing, a non entity and not anything a Texas Court will entertain for an instant.
Oh wait, she already knows that and keeps up the bluster just because she doesn't want to face the reality that she owes Bob now well over $20,000 with accrued interest.
Oh look, the "anime boy" fictional character can suddenly SPELL and write with decent syntax and grammar. What a co-inkydink, as Mom would say. Oh, it outed itself as "bi" but with a "girlfriend". Still confirmation if the "girlfriend" is a real human, a drawing or plastic doll is still lacking...
As my old boss Harry Weiss the first celebrity criminal lawyer used to insist, with vehemence of his decades in the biz, "Robbie, there are three kinds of men: Straight, Gay, and LIARS....nobody is bi.... they're the liars..." He used to represent the gay ones in the 50's he would know....Being Gay myself and out for 25 years, he is right. Secure, Heterosexual men do NOT "smoke pole"...
Dear Oma-Posting-As-Anime-Boy,
The figment is too complicated, sweetheart, you can't keep it all in your head while you are trying to write him. And now he's bi? This should be interesting in the same way that it's hard to look away from a traffic accident. Okay, he's bi, likes anime, has a learning disability, was picked on at school, has a girlfriend (will we get to meet Miss Keller in the months to come? Stay tuned!) and is going to another one of her figments that is used to hurl invective. He can't spell or write, except sometimes she forgets and he can, because he is getting help.
I would really rethink this one, Oma. It seems like a lot.
Meanwhile, BFF, is she is picking and choosing among the various judgments levelled against her as to which ones she feels like paying, well, forgive me, but it doesn't sound as though she is acting in good faith.
On the other hand, I would like to be a client of your firm that owes you money, BFF, since you have such feelings of empathy for their plight that you would understand if they chose not to pay you for services rendered. Even after ordered to do so by a court.
And I have to ask, Penny. Do you know Betty Ford?
RJ
Well, yes, dear. I do, but only in passing. We don't put a lot of stock in having her around, you know.
This is Palm Beach. Everyone drinks down here, and they don't really see the point of having made such a big deal of it.
Why, I find chilled vodka to be just the thing for washing down a fresh watercress sandwich at lunch. And so do my friends.
Oh, my goodness. I have been following that simply horrible fire in Austin, Texas this morning which was caused by a small plane's flying into an IRS building.
You can just imagine how worried I was about dear Mr. Moshein until he e-mailed us to say he was all right.
But now news has emerged that the situation began last evening when a distraught man set his step-daughter's cat on fire, which then set his house afire. Can you even imagine such cruelty, my dears?!!
Whenever criminal activity is afoot, why is it always the cats who suffer? Why, oh why, the poor cats?
I'm keeping the TV turned down and doing my best to keep the news from Felineus. He is still so traumatized by his close call in the aftermath of Ms. Hamou / McConnell's arrest.
Fat chance.
I always get a good hour on the computer every day after one of that old biddy's "watercress sandwich" lunches while she's either passed out cold or arguing with Mr. A and trying to get him to practice mouth-to-mouth on her. Ever since he blew Mewlie up, it's like her big opening.
Anyway, not to worry. I'm not that sensitive about what happens to cats who get stuck with criminals. Hell, half the cats in the world are owned by people who are nuttier than a can of Planter's.
As for what happened at Mrs. Batchelor's, here's the real skinny. We cats knew all about those checkboo ... shit, Mr. A's coming. a[sdgoiugaa s as g[po9usd gaa sgdopiu
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Now the old bitch found my post and is refusing to put out my dinner.
I'm going to erase this post before she sees it and just hope some of you see it in time to get me some food. That way ... oh, crap. Why are the lights blinking? Are we having a power outag
There has been a confirmed death from the tragedy at the Echelon Building, as well as two people in Intensive Care with burns and 13 others injured.
The man was clearly disturbed, fixated on his troubles, and rather than deal with them, like sell his plane to pay his taxes, he felt above the law and took matters into his own hands.
Sad.
Hello, my good, good friends and dears.
I feel I must apologize for Felineus, who has been having rather strange hallucinations the past few days. The poor dear. I called the vet, and he told me there was only one thing to be done in such a situation. But don't worry, my sweets. The surgery is very routine, and Felineus will be back home with us tomorrow.
Unfortunately, we're now having a problem with Felix Lickballs. When we told him about the, uh, procedure Felineus was having, his hair stood on end, he let out a loud shriek and raced under a bed where he has remained the past two hours.
Cats. They're such a challenge but do make life interesting, don't you agree, my dears?
oh, and did anyone else notice that anime boy character, you know, the one who claims to have variously "learning disorders" or "autism" or whatever, is calling people RETARDED??
Hmmmm. something doesn't smell right.
oh wait, right....
Darling Penny,
Those are some smart cats you've got there, darling. But Bubbele, Mitzi is a little worried about you. Betty Ford lives in Palm Springs, darling. I don't like the idea of yhou staggering up to random old ladies and offering them condolences upon the death of their beloved husband, the former President of the United States. Although who didn't like Betty, right? Always with the dancing, and that family? Tell me G-d wasn't watching over those kids in the looks department!
But seriously, what is it about California? Here is poor Penny with what appears to be a small problem with the sauce (not to worry, Penny, my beloved Aunt Masada used to hit the Manischewitz pretty hard on the high holy days, and she's 91 next April. We think she pickled herself), darling Omele lives in the Fantasyland section of Disneyland pretty much full-time, and now the poor boy with the brain problems is calling other people "retarded"? It's like there is some kind of rummage sale for the ability to cope, and nobody has enough money to buy anything!
Oy. Well we can't do anything for the crazy film producer-model-actor-writer-philanthropist-animal activist-paralegal or the bisexual-bad speller-good speller-foul mouther-little retarded boy (and can we all just thank G-d he doesn't really exist or I would feel bad even writing the word "retarded"!), but Penny is our friend, and I think we need to have some kind of intervention. (Penelope, darling, I hope you aren't reading this, but if you are, darling, I mean "intervention" in only a good way!) Maybe some one could call that nice Jack Ford or his brother Steve, since Betty probably isn't up to a road trip for this, and I'm sure Penelope would appreciate the eye candy of those boys, and they could all eat some of those verstunkene sandwiches she is always making, and help her see that vodka isn't the way to go. And if that doesn't work, at least they could all have a nice visit. There are worse things that could happen to the poor woman, after all. Except for a tendency to dress up like Queen Esther on Purim only all year round, Aunt Masada had a pretty happy life. As Nitzi once said when she re-read the article Oma posted under her name, "What can you do? Sometimes fantasy is all people have!"
I post because I care, Penelope!
Mitzele
I just got back from the vet.
Everything I said about Penelope was a hallucination.
She is a very nice woman.
She feeds me lots of good, healthy stuff.
She and Mr. A. never argue.
Mr. A. kisses her all the time.
She just naps after lunch every day.
I'm glad she's the one who rescued us.
Her watercress sandwiches are really good.
All this is the truth.
She doesn't know I'm typing this.
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Thank you, Felineus dear, for setting the record straight. (And I don't want to hear any more grumbling that taking you to the vet was anything like Ms. Hamou / McConnell's turning that nice Miss Vanveen in to the police for what she revealed about her.)
And Mitzi, dear. Thank you so much for alerting me to where Betty Ford lives. That refined elderly lady who has been dropping by at lunch for watercress sandwiches kept saying, "I must be Betty Ford" every time she would wash one down, and I just assumed ....
Well, there you go. It's just so hard to know when someone is lying, isn't it, dear?
Hey, Penny, if "surgical procedures" don't cure Felineus' tendency to type out of school, I just found a news story that might contain an answer to your problem.
Beppe Bigazzi, a popular host of a TV cooking show in Italy, was suspended for praising a local Tuscan dish on the air that Italians don't talk much about in public: gatto in umido (cat stew).
Calling it one of the great dishes of the Valdarno, Beppe said that, in a thick sauce, cooked cat is "better than chicken, rabbit, or pigeon." He explained that the secret to getting the dish just right is to "leave the cat's corpse in a fast-running stream for three days."
Good news for Hamou the next time she has to spend her last penny on bail bond. Dinner's just a litter box away.
Okay, does anybody else think Johnny Weir got robbed of a medal besides me?? Anybody? Blake? Felineus?
And so now passes the 422nd consecutive week without any law enforcement contact with me or Bob since Oma Hamou/Alexandra McConnell started threatening it. Despite that "team hamou" in one form or another has stated publicly that "Oma" with and without her lawyer(s) had already was about to contact law enforcement to insist on proceedings against us over 300 TIMES in just the last five years!
Yet NOTHING ever manages to happen... Go figure.
As well as the passing of consecutive Week 227 for nothing happening in the most recent round of threat of lawsuits against us, since Bob won his suit against Oma Hamou.
Happy anniversary, Ron and Bob! I'm sure you'll have many more!
I wish I could say I thought Weir was cheated, but not so much. His program was heartfelt, and beautifully executed, but I didn't think it was as good as any of those that actually medalled. I would have been annoyed if the American hadn't won, though, simply out of sentiment for the Russian's "comeback".
Isn't Scott Hamilton bitchy, though?
RJ
Well I stand by my statement about Johnny: His skating was *clean*. Even if he didn't twirl like a whirling dervish--and that skater, btw, never threw a triple but blew his quad. Johnny didn't do that. And when he found out he was in 6th place he was gracious, not like the Russian who stomped off then held a press conference saying he "guesses Evan needs a medal because he already has one." Talk about bitchy.
Anybody else think Shani Davis reminds them of Frozone?
I did like Weir, and I thought he was very sportsmanlike. This was a tough competition.
How about my boyfriend Bode?
BFF! Your Boyfriend won GOLD last night! Giant salom I think. And I was happy he was very humble this time. 4 years ago he was a regular jackass, IMO, partying all night, etc. He seems more mature and more appreciative of the Olympic experience.
Happy Monday BFF!
To answer your email question, RJ, I thought the others would all be interested.
yes "team hamou" has gone silent. Now Lancaster reads the blog LOTS, four times today alone. Now, true the last time things went this quiet, "Alexandra McConnell" aka Oma Hamou was in jail.
I searched LA, San Bernardino, Orange County and San Diego jail records. Her wide lipsuctioned butt is not in jail, this time.
So, who knows? Maybe she got baptised in yet another name to use as yet another alias, so some other poor old lady will take her personal check for rent again...
Oh, oh, oh, my dears. I'm so distraught I can hardly write this, but I have to let you all know that dear, dear Felix Lickballs has died.
As I told you last week, the poor thing crawled under a bed when he overheard Mr. A. and me talking about the unfortunate necessity of having to get a little surgery done on Felineus. A complete over-reaction, let me assure you. But cats just seem to process differently from us more intelligent beings.
Try as I might, I could not coax him out. And, while I cannot prove it, I suspect that Felineus -- who has been in the strangest mood since his surgery -- had something to do with keeping poor, dear Felix in a dither about whether to come out.
Then Saturday, shortly after I woke up from my after-lunch nap, I walked in to the bedroom and found Mr. A. bending down and taunting Felix by saying he was going to practice mouth-to-mouth on him. I now realize I should have been alarmed when poor, sweet Felix' usual meow had become nothing more than a dry, weak rasp.
It all came to a head this morning when I decided I had to get Felix out from under that bed one way or the other. I took the vacuum wand to try to push him out, and just as I reached under the bed, Felineus jumped from the bed onto the vacuum switch!
There was a sickening thwaaaap sound, and the vacuum starting whining as if the hose were clogged. It turned out poor Felix had died sometime earlier and his half-dried husk had blocked the vacuum wand intake.
Who knew a cat could dehydrate so quickly?
So now, of the four cats who survived the terror at Ms. Hamou / McConnell's rental house, only two are left: Felineus and that sweet Purrlinda, of whom we see or hear so very little.
Why, it's almost as if she weren't her ...... Uh, excuse me a moment, my dears.
Purrlinda? Puuuuurrlinda! Come out, come out, wherever you are, sweetheart.
Now, where in the hel .......
Excuse me, my dears. I'll be back with you shortly.
Darlings,
Oma-Posting-As-Snoopy has put up the nuttiest post ever, and darlings, think what that means.
Oma Hamou is on the comeback trail! Who knew? She has been negotiating with studios to get her film project started again, and guess what??? The studios are getting on board! Forget all of the judgments! Forget the fact that she was arrested recently! Darlings, it's like Robert Downey because Hollywood loves a comeback! Of course, you have to have been there in the first place to come back, and she seems to have skipped this part, but you can't have everything!
Also, Oma-Posting-As-Snoopy is adopting a Russian child! I don't believe it either, darlings.
Apparently Oma has used her time away from the website to take a lot of happy pills. But countdown to excitement has begun! I smell an Oscar! She was dropping hints about how the script begins, and kids, it sounds Boffo! There will probably soon be pictures with Korean flags and everything.
Start popping your corn now, darlings, Cecil B. DeHamou is getting the band back together and going on the road!
Mitzele
Widows, Widowers, and Retirees -- protect yourselves! Lock up your checkbooks and credit cards! Make sure the driver's license has a hologram! Take cash only! Hire a hooker! (It's cheaper in the long run.)
? Jealous? Omele, darling, I'm thrilled for you! This is great news! It allows lots more quality time on the websites laughing, and darling, is there a better gift than laughter? I don't think so, bubbele.
Is it the Acme Studio that has expressed an interest, darling?
Mitzi
WOW,
seems as if "team hamou" is way off the lithium meds today.
Seriously loony stuff. You have to read this:
Russian psychics who have walked the halls of the Alexander Palace have sent emails to enigmafilms@aol.com and have told Oma that the spirits of these dead people live on and these dead people want her to complete the story about their lives.
Russian astrologers have sent enigma emails encouraging Oma to complete her project
ohhhhhhhkaaaayyyyyy.... The spirits of dead people WANT Oma to do her movie. Astrologers are encouraging her...
Honestly. I'm not making this stuff up...
Not to mention this little beauty: It is a well documented fact that she was on TOP (of her career)and none of you to this day has been able to prove she wasn't. Funny, Oma herself still hasn't been able to PROVE she WAS at the "top of her career"...we still await that proof. I mean, "on top of your career" as a Motion Picture Producer means actually MAKING a move, a movie that MAKES MONEY, and gets critical acclaim...
I think by "on top" she was referring to those male enhancement pills for which she was the late-night TV spokeswoman.
Just an opinion.
Snoopy-Who-Is-Oma, dear. I hate to intrude with spelling corrections when you are so obviously having such an exciting and, I'm sure, deeply satisfying flight of fancy. However, I do feel it is incumbent upon your well-wishers to help you maintain your high professional standards whenever possible.
To wit, the proper spelling of "psychotics" is not "p-s-y-c-h-i-c-s", and the proper spelling of "assloggers" is not "a-s-t-r-o-l-o-g-e-r-s".
Yes, you're welcome, dear.
I dunno Mr. Moshein, my friend Elisa has a friend who attracts ghosts. She sleeps with the light on so they won't disturb her. Those ghosts may be saying something there. I have always wanted to visit Hampton Court to see if I couldn't catch Mistress Anne haunting the halls. . .
Okay, then. That movie is as good as made.
I for one cannot wait. I've missed the National Lampoon movies.
hmmm,
Russophile, you used to be all on the team hamou bandwagon shredding Bob about their claims that Bob is SOO CRAZY because he allegedly, "speaks to Empress Alexandra". What happened? It's ok for Oma land to speak to spirits but not Bob? (PS am in no way admitting that he does, or does not, just pointing out your sudden hypocricy)
I've always been on "Team Hamou" as opposed to "Team Edward" or "Team Jacob" or whatever that Vampire crap is. Vampires are sooooo passe, don't you think? Now ghosts! That's where the action is! (Notice I didn't burn Miss P's ears by saying "Where it's at?")
They have to be actual ghosts. My friend Peggy has a friend who sees them as well. Same thing: sleeps with the light on. Now if you "channel" them, that's a bit different. That gets into a bit of a freaky deaky area. There's no doubt Ms. Hamou wants to make this picture. And she should. It's a story that needs to be told. Now those psychics, well. . I'm a bit skeptical and only because I haven't seen it. I'm skeptical of Mr. Atchison as well and his channeling.
"Actual ghosts." Now there's an interesting phrase.
You do appear (no pun intended) to have interesting friends, though, Russophile.
As for vampires -- well, I've never seen them in the same light (again, no pun intended) since "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". And the Sunnydale Hell-Mouth. If that's not a dead ringer for the Palmdale Ask Oma forum as an inexhaustible source of pure crazy, then what have we been drinking?
I agree with Mitzi. I think it's great she's going to make the movie! But I have a question, and I am sure I speak for everyone here when I ask it? Who is going to play us? I am holding out for Streep, people. Or maybe Diane Keaton. Yeah, I could live with Diane.
Who's going to play you, BFF? Has Ms. Hamou invited you to work on the project? How exciting would that be?
And you don't have to prove that the astrologers and psychics in Russia contacted Enigma, Ms. Hamou! There was a disturbance in the Force, and we all felt it!
You're just the Acme of Whackiness, Oma Hamou! Get out there and live your dream, girl! As long as there are people to hoodwink and scams to run, there will always be a place for you at the table!
Just remember: Streep.
Rebecca Call Me Meryl Jordan
Oh, I hope she TRIES to make that film. Imagine the libel/defamation suit Bob and I can bring! I sure hope her "studio's" lawyers give me a call before they start shooting. I'll need to approve the script first.
Since she has already ADMITTED in writing via her friends that she intends to include me and Bob as characters in her story, I should have a hell of a case.
THANKS OMA! I'm rooting for production to progress. Can't wait...
Rebecca, darling ---
What did I tell you, darling? I hadn't thought of the casting issue. Who will be me?
Two words: Barbra Streisand.
I would die for that, and who knows? Omele might have a chance, I heard the new album isn't doing all that well.
Did you see the AID for Haiti video? Am I the only one who thought Barbra looked a little, how do I put it, out of place? And Tony Bennett? Although I could pinch that man's cheeks he's so cute!
Russophile Lady, you have friends who talk to ghosts, and who are so popular the ghosts follows them around? See, darling, that would worry me.
But different strokes, as they say . . .
Rob sent me a picture of you, Russophile Lady, and you know who would look right in the movie as you? Liza. The dark hair, the eyes, it's you, darling. Oma will get her for you, darling, it's what a friend would do!
So excited!
Mitzi
RJ,
Streep is a dream actress, but you look, to me, more like Gwenyth Paltrow. I say go for her to play you. Save Streep for the REALLY challenging roles. Streep would play the Hamster EVEN better than the Hamster herself, of course she would need silicon jawline implants, but she can really bring INSANE to a part like nobody else.
Really Mitzi? Liza? Really? That's kinda eeeuuuu.
Blake, you have no idea the "interesting" friends I have. . . .and I'm not counting Team Hamou here. . .
Oh brother. I just went to her site and looked at the crap she is posting about me. I WISH I worked for a studio, I WISH I had four kids --- I really don't, my wife and I can barely feed the cats --- and I WISH I was going to Russia next week. It is false, libelous and defamatory for her to say these things about me. Just kidding. I guess she thinks it is a compliment or something to make me sound successful, but honestly, if I was successful, would be hanging around someone like Oma Hamou. I don't think so.
I hope Hugh Grant plays me in the movie. A guy can dream. And so can a girl if she thinks that anyone is ever going to make a movie for Oma Hamou. Jeezum Crow, what a load of SHIT.
Justin, I told you that you wouldn't believe it! I trust you also saw the pictures she posted to prove that she has a normal jawline. It's like the pictures we all saw of her at the court hearing with her friend Debbie. Pictures don't lie, even really, really photoshopped pictures, and the jawline, eet ees huuuuge.
BFF, what's wrong with Liza? She's got a lot of energy. I saw her years ago in a show called The Rink, and I have to tell you, she gave a performance that could barely contained by the walls of the theatre.
Rob, thanks so much for the Paltrow comment, but I don't think Gwenyth is even 35 yet, so no, I don't think she would be credible as me. On the other hand, I would have no objection to Blythe Danner playing me, as she is a bit more realistic in terms of age. Oma, are you listening?
Finally, did anyone else notice that "Debbie" is now working for the government???Perhaps you are right, BFF. Perhaps Obama is indeed the Acme of Irresponsibility!
RJ
By the way, Oma is not lying about the astrologers. I have seen the emails. They saw her star in the East, and are journeying toward southern California with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Very biblical, people.
Yet again she is claiming that I am not me, she is me. Talk about fixations! I have to say that I kind of hate to see the old girl like this though because it means that she has completely lost her marbles. There is NO Enigma anymore, people.
Justin
I think we all kind of knew that, Justin.
I post only under my own name. Since "snoopy" is so big on proof: PROVE I post as anyone other than myself (hint: you can't since I don't)
Prove I have spoken to ANY bail bond company for ANY reason. Please. (Hint: you can't, since I haven't for thirty years. Thirty years ago when I worked for Harry and Bob Shapiro I used to speak to bondsmen for work. since then, nada. never needed to) Blake, who is not me, brought it up. Not me.
Well BFF, you know all about her mother and all her drama and suicide attempts (George Hamilton wrote a lovely dishy book about part of it!) and then all that drama she had with this last marriage--not to mention all the husbands and drama in between. Love the legs--they rival Tina Turners, don't you think? but well, she's SUCH a mess and that's hardly me.
Wasn't that a shame about the Netherlands guy and his coach giving him the wrong info? I think somebody's gonna be collecting unemployment soon. . .
Acme?
BFF,
I really don't know a lot about Judy Garland other than that the voice was wonderful, but I'll take your word for it. You do see Liza occasionally around New York, and I have to tell you, she looks pretty good. The legs are indeed sensational, though not in Tina's class. I met her several years ago at a reception in Geneva (not trying to name-drop, just thought you might be interested in first-hand confirmation --- the legs are spectacular!). I almost hyperventilated when we were introduced, because I have been listening to her music since Ike was around. Lovely person, at least for the two minutes we spoke!
George Hamilton the tan guy? Wrote a book?
Oma, I was just thinking. If you can't get Streep to play me, how about Tina Turner? And if Streisand plays Mitzi, then you could make the movie a musical! That would be so much fun! If Liza played Michelle, then we could do some kind of sister act! It would be the acme of wonderful! Think of the numbers: "Proud Oma", "Private Grifter", "What's Truth Got To Do With It?", "Happy Cons Are Here Again", "Second Hand Hamou", "Pushkin, Pushkin", "Maybe This Time" (That one should be Oma's theme song), "Losing My Mind" (ditto) and of course a three-girl rendition of "My Heart Belongs to Daddy ---Any Daddy!"
I felt bad for the Dutch guy, and his coach should be fired, but my boyfriend Bode's disqualification was my chief grief yesterday.
Seriously, wouldn't you want to be stuck in the ski lift with him?
RJ
Shame about Sven Kramer. To be at the acme of your career and have that happen. He's going to have to bail on that coach, because you know the bond of trust is broken.
Sandman the bore wrote:
"Fabulous. Important. Famous. Are those things THAT vital? All of those ego-filled conditions? Because they are fleeting, trust me"
Umm OMA HAMOU aka Alexandra McConnell: DID YOU READ THAT? (after you wrote that of course). Then WHY are YOU Oma so fixated on being so:
FABULOUS: "ACTRESS!" "MODEL!!" "INVITED TO ENERGY SUMMITS!!" "DATED MALCOM BRICKLIN!!!" "JET SET LIFESTYLE"
IMPORTANT "LETTERS FROM BUSH, STATE DEPARTMENT, PUTIN" "ON RUSSIAN TELEVISION" "IN NEGOTIATIONS WITH MAJOR STUDIOS" "INVITED TO ENERGY SUMMIT" "PARTNERS WITH RUSSIAN MUSEUMS" "SUPPORTED BY RUSSIAN OLIGARCHS" "HAS THE UTMOST ATTENTION FROM ALL LAW ENFORCEMENT AGENCIES INCLUDING THE FBI"
FAMOUS: Insisting that you have a successful ACTING career, Dozens of Press releases, your own face in the Movie pre production shoot, your own face in all print ads, constant references to Putin, Bush and "rich oligarchs" who are all your buddies, crowing about appearing on Russian TV, crowing about being a "successful model: Mike Newson orgasming over and over about "Ohhhh to work with THE OMA what a PRIVILEGE" insisting in sworn LEGAL DOCUMENTS that you are "dependent upon WORLD WIDE respect and admiration from the entire public" and most recently going to play YOURSELF in a MAJOR MOTION PICTURE!!!!!
and these are just a few of the claims written on a forum located at www.omahamou.com how self important is that?
Well BFF, his book is called "Don't mind if I do." and it's funny, witty, intelligent, etc. He got a movie out of it with Renee Zellwenger as his mother. I would strongly stress that you get it at the library, though, or a second hand store. I wouldn't pay top dollar for the dishy book, it will take you maybe 2 days to get through. Though! It's good. It talks about the glamour of Hollywood. George ALWAYS had a driver, and ALWAYS had a lovely old car, vintage, to drive around in. And was ALWAYS impeccably dressed. I like that. I am a fan of 40's and 50's fashions after all.
I think, BFF, that Liza is a little too old to play moi, I am in my early 40's after all. Oh, and if you want some good dish on Judy, George's book is good, as well as Sydney Guilaroff's "Crowning Glory".
And I'm not sure about being stuck on a lift with your guy Bode, I think my boy Johnny would be MUCH more entertaining.
I'll pass on the Judy "dish", BFF. I'm always a little squeamish about people's dirty laundry airing in public. It's one of the (many) things I find odd about Oma Hamou. She constantly makes sure that information about her various chicaneries is all over the internet. And cries in her beer when people know about the stuff. I mean, we didn't get ourselves in so much trouble that there are litigation records all over the place.
Rob, she is now posting about her relationship with the Alexander Palace and Pushkin. As you know, I made a substantial donation to them in 2009, and since then we have been in reasonably regular contact. I broached her name, and they want nothing to do with her. Nada. Zip.
They certainly have nice things to say about Bob Atchison and his website, so I assume that her recent rant is yet another descent into fantasy. Justin, you're the only one here who has had prolonged contact with her. Back in the day, was she on meds? Is there a chance that she is now off meds? Because the past two days of posts have just been nuts.
I am so ready for winter to be over, and there is more snow in the forecast. How did Charlie Brown put it? "Arrrrrgggghhhhh!"
Rebecca "Acme" Jordan
So, Hamou has a sense for self-parody. Who knew?
Sandman-Who-Is-Oma posted last night that Moshein was trying to be, "Fabulous. Important. Famous. Are those things THAT vital? All of those ego-filled conditions?"
But up a few posts on the same page, what do we find? Years-old, heavily-touched-up photos of Hamou with, as usual, her tits hanging out and a poster of Enigma Films with the word "OMA" written in large capital letters across the top.
So who's the fabulous fame whore here?
The meds, woman. Take the meds.
not one press release or any other thing related to Oma’s acting career makes mention of her having had a successful acting career. Those are your words and Bob’s not Oma’s
Oma is the President of Enigma and created the project and at that time was going to play the role of Alexandra Russia’s last reigning empress.
OK, so now we have "snoopy" admitting that Oma Hamou, a NOT SUCCESSFUL actress, was going to STAR in her own Motion Picture. But that isn't anything "egotistical" in her own eyes...
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Good news. I've been hired to do the soundtrack for Mrs. Hamou's new movie. I'm working my ass off because this movie is really on the fast track.
I just finished the lyrics to "Private Grifter".
Well the men come to my places
And the men are all the same.
You don't look at their faces
You just borrow their names.
You don't think of them as human
You don't think of them at all.
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall.
I'm your private grifter
A grifter for money
I'll tell you how much is due.
I'm your private grifter
A grifter for money
Any old codger will do.
I wanna steal a million dollars
I wanna live out of the jail
Bilk a husband and his children
Yeah, I guess I'll scam a family.
All the men come to my places
And the men are all the same.
You don't look at their faces
You just borrow their names.
I'm your private grifter
A grifter for money
I'll tell you how much is due.
I'm your private grifter
A grifter for money
Any old codger will do.
Deutschmarks or dollars
American Express will do nicely, thank you.
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me, do you wanna see me do Jimmy again?
Etc., etc.
"Losing my Mind"
The sun comes up - I think about Bob
The coffee cup - I think about Bob
I hate him so, it's like I'm losing my mind
The morning ends - I think about Rob
I talk to (imaginary)friends and think about Rob
And do they know it's like I'm losing my mind?
All afternoon doing every little chore
The thought of Rob stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left - not going right
I dim the lights and think about Bob
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
People said they would make my movie, or were they just being kind?
Or am I losing
Losing my mind?
All afternoon doing every little chore
The thought of Rob stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left - not going right
I dim the lights and think about Rob (or Bob!)
Spend sleepless nights to think about Bob (or Rob!)
Dr. Sautov said he loved me
Or was he just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
Or am I losing my mind?
He said he loved me
Or was he just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
Or was Pushkin just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
Losing my mind?
Losing my mind?
Losing my mind?
Losing my mind?
Losing my mind?
"Anime Boy has returned. I think that this is going to be difficult to pull off on technical points, Scotty, I'm not sure she's got the lift she needs to get this one into the air. And of course she hasn't been impersonating that well this week, so we're definitely looking at some problems if she doesn't land her first word and --- ohhhhh! She's down! "Hay" for "Hey". Well, you hate to see that happen, folks. Back to you in the studio, Bob Costas!"
And "What's Truth Got To Do With It?"
You must understand
That the touch of your hand
Keeps forging intact
That it's only the drill
Of mark meeting con
And checkbooks attract.
It's fi-is-scal
Only logical
You must try to forget
Your signature's not that.
Oh, what's truth got to do, got to do with it
What's jail but another round of commotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
When accounts can be broken.
It may seem to you
That I'm acting confused
When your wallet's free
If I tend to look crazed
You'll put it someplace
Far away from me.
There's a name for it
There's a phrase that fits
But whatever my reason
I do it for me.
I've been taking on even less discretion
But I have to say
I might have to pay for my own protection
It scares me that you know my way.
What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a clever grifter's potion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a bank code can be broken.
And "Happy Cons Are Here Again":
So long sad times
Go long bad times
We are rid of you at last.
All new scam times
No more jail times
You are now a thing of the past.
Happy cons are here again
The checks I write will clear again
So let's plan a scam of men again
Happy cons are here again.
Altogether forge it now
There's no one
Who'll disgorge it now
Happy cons are here again
Deb's gas and diets are gone
There'll be no more from now on
From now on ...
Happy cons are here again
The bond receipt is paid again
So, let me get laid again
Happy cons
Happy men
Happy me
Are here again!
Now BFF, I know you don't believe in Anime Boy so I must take issue with you here. My son and his friends are ADD/ADHD/Autistic and hardly any of them can spell worth beans. That doesn't mean that they aren't intelligent. (My son just tested out genius--though, as you know with Autism you have to FUNCTION as a person to be able to USE the Genius.)
I doubt we're going to get any medals in the women's ice skating. That South Korean fireball is kicking some MAJOR buttski!! (Justifiably so.)
Someone sent me another set of lyrics for the new Oma Musical!
I FEEL GRIFTY!
OMA
I feel grifty,
Oh, so grifty,
I feel Grifty, and shifty, checks to kite!
And I pity
Any geezer who isn't so bright.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming the money I steal!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm not real.
See the pretty girl on that poster there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
but am running from cops its no joy,
For I'm wanted
By the cops in Gilroy!
GIRLS
Have you met my Best Friend Oma,
The craziest girl in a crowd?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in jail for fraud.
She thinks she's a star.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't a star,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away from her,
Send for cops now!
This is still the
Oma we know!
Modest and pure, HAH!
Polite and refined, HAH!
Well-bred and a STAR? hell
She's out of her mind!
OMA
I feel Grifty,
Oh, so Grifty
That the city Jail should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
OMA
I feel Grifty,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
I'm so goddamn pretty,
Miss America can just resign!
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
OMA
See the pretty STAR in that mirror there:
GIRLS
What mirror where?
OMA
Who can that attractive STAR be?
GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?
OMA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
GIRLS
Such a pretty me!
ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
but am running from charges in Gilroy,
For I'm wanted
By another DA - OH BOY!
Now,
BFF,
Believe me, I cast no aspersions upon real people with Asperger's or more radical autism. My godson has it, as I have said, and he is highly intelligent --- graduated on the dean's list and everything. We're all very proud.
There is no need to remind me of it. My point is just what you identify it as being: I do not believe in Anime Boy, I think it is simply Oma running another character. I have nothing but respect for your sons for both their service and their achievements. I have nothing but derision for Oma's attempt to write as the Anime Boy character. There are simply too many elements to keep straight.
And Weir if you want outfit advice, BFF. Bode if you want to have fun in the ski lift. I had a girlfriend who lusted after Boris Becker. The idea was that if he could play tennis for hours on end, stamina wouldn't be a problem.
I do like Weir, though. The whole in-your-face attitude cracks me up, and it's nice that someone besides that dreary Russian remembers that it's just figure skating.
RJ
Some years ago, Oma Hamou told me that she had an affair with Malcolm Bricklin. She later posted that same story on one of her old internet forums.
Of course, we all know that she meant to say her passtionate affair was with John DeLorean (that other flaky car guy), who was a well-known Hollywood womanizer. But in her confusion, she inserted poor, old, happily-married Malcolm Bricklin into her tale of Hollywood intrigue.
So I guess that's the story she's stuck with. Anyhoo, there's a new book out about Malcolm Bricklin called The Yugo: The Rise and Fall of the Worst Car in History. One reviewer had this to say about the book:
"Its true genius, however, is its fine focus not on the Yugo itself, but on Bricklin the man -- an outsized opportunist, a thick-skinned megacapitalist whose modus operandi [sic] was to overpromise and underdeliver, a Mr. Magoo oblivious to the wreckage all around him, a charming market manipulator who realizes he has crossed the line only when the subpoenas start flying."
What a shame the two of them didn't really get together. It would have been a marriage made in con art heaven. Of course, she would have known going in that he'd never pay a dime on any divorce settlement.
This one was harder, but here goes:
Second Hand Hamou
Oma has a business
Strictly off the books
When the tax man comes by
She just runs and cooks
Stuff in her apartment
Came to her this way
Even things she's wearing
No one thought to pay
It's no wonder that she feels abused
She never gets a thing
'less someone's used.
She's wearing ripped and torn hose
Ill-fitting clothes
That's why Mike strips her
And photos her toes.
Even her big portrait in the parlor
Sold at the flea market for a dollar
Tired and worn girls
Get sick of worn out old churls
She never gets a single man that's new
Even Jim, the sleezebag, he's the man she rips off
Had the nerve to tell her
He's now cutting her off.
Everyone knows that she's just
Second hand trash
From trailer park venue!
From trailer park venue! nu!
Unfortunatly, BFF, I think it's that "in your face" attitude that garnered my Johnny's low scores. It's almost like the judges are saying "You can be gay, but you can't be THAT gay." And that's not fair, IMO.
With One Lie
With one lie I can break your heart
With one lie I can play every part
My lies will get the cash, ka-ching!
With one lie you'll know all I want you to know
With one lie I'm the girl next door
Or the lover that you've hungered for
When I lie it's with my soul
I can play any role
No bard can tell the stories my lies tell
Watch me when I lie, you can't pin me down
I know I'm right, it's there in what I write
When I look your way, you'll pay me what I say
Yes, with one lie I put reason to shame
Just one lie, I'll light the screen aflame
Silent music starts to play
One tear in my eye makes the whole world cry
With one lie they'll forgive my past
They'll rejoice I've returned at last
To old people You're my mark
Clueless always in the dark...
Silent music starts to play
With one lie you'll know all I want you to know
With each new lie I'll create more haze
I'll create my glory days
They'll say, "Oma's back at last!"
This time I am staying, I'm staying for good
I'll be back to where I was born to be
With one LIE I'll be me!
Oh, Mr. Fallmead. I think the lyrics you are writing for Ms. Hamou / McConnell's movie are just wonderful. I'm sure the whole project will be a stunning success, thanks in no small part to your contribution.
Betty Ford (or whoever she is) dropped by for watercress sandwiches today at lunch, and after several sandwiches I printed out the lyrics to a couple of the songs. My oh my, didn't we have a grand old time singing along to Miss Barbra Streisand and Mrs. Tina Turner.
It took some explaining to get Betty (or whoever she is) to sing the phrases about stripping and hose and toes. I tried to get her up to speed on the situation, but she would nave none of it. She just kept saying I had had too many sandwiches. But then she had a couple more herself and was belting out the song in no time flat.
By the way, my dears, we still haven't found Purrlinda. I think she may be out getting her itch scratched, as it were, on some other pole since Felineus Scratchpole's, um, procedure.
Okay, you people. I gotta type fast and get outta here before Penelope and that other old biddy wake up.
She won't be finding Purrlinda. Nobody will. It wasn't enough that that old bitch had my balls cut off. I then had to put up with Purrlinda mewing and wagging her ass in my face, taunting me day in and day out. Screw 'em all. I've had enough.
I'm going to hit the road in a few minutes. I'll try to check in to let you know how it's going. I hear Hampton Inns have internet connections in the lobby and the night clerks get blitzed and pass out after midnight.
When I can catch a keyboard I'll tell you all what really happened to the black cats at the Batchelor pad. It was all about the checkbooks.
Later, dudes.
And so now passes the 423rd consecutive week without any law enforcement contact with me or Bob since Oma Hamou/Alexandra McConnell started threatening it. Despite that "team hamou" in one form or another has stated publicly that "Oma" with and without her lawyer(s) had already was about to contact law enforcement to insist on proceedings against us over 300 TIMES in just the last five years!
Yet NOTHING ever manages to happen... Go figure.
As well as the passing of consecutive Week 228 for nothing happening in the most recent round of threat of lawsuits against us, since Bob won his suit against Oma Hamou.
Oh, and "team hamou" the word is BECAUSE NOT "CAUSE"
BECAUSE: for the reason that; due to the fact that: The boy was absent because he was ill.
CAUSE: noun
a person or thing that acts, happens, or exists in such a way that some specific thing happens as a result; the producer of an effect: You have been the cause of much anxiety. What was the cause of the accident?
Really. Can ANYONE take you seriously when you write at the fourth grade level?
Oh, wait. Right.
Gasp. Oh my God! Gaaaaasp.
After I let my lunch digest, I work up, er, stood up and decided to give everything a good dusting. I went to the pantry to reach for my wonderfully clever Swifter Dust Wand. At first I thought I grabbed the wrong end, as it was all furry and seemed stuck under something heavy. But, horror of horrors, when I gave a smart tug OUT CAME PURRLINDA!
The poor dear was all dried out and stiff as a board. And across the top of her head, marked in scabbed over blood, were the words, "Neuter this, you old b-----" (I can't bear to use the actual word I saw there).
I just stood there in shock, wondering how, oh how, this could have happened to quiet, ladylike Purrlinda.
Then I logged on to tell you all about this, and what did I find!?! That horrible, horrible note from Felineus. What spite! What calumny! Oh, do Mr. A. and I rue the day (or night) we saved his rascally hide from Mrs. Batchelor's house.
I hope he gets run over by a trucker. Named Bruce. I really do.
Hey!
Omele, darling, you're arguing with a talking cat.
Beat her? Murder her? Cause further harm to her?
Right.
Anyway, after murder, what further harm is there?
Mitz,
Haven't you noticed that "team Hamou's" tenuous grasp on reality is so far gone that she/they have been making stuff up for so many years now they no longer can distinguish between reality and satire?? They/she think EVERYTHING is real, her lies, the satire...everything is "real" in her sociopathic nearly psychotic tenuous grasp on what the rest of the world sees as "reality"....
Honestly, Oma. The only "victims" are named Batchelor, Atchison, Demian, American Express, Boardwalk, Moshein, Justin, Newson, Acme, Markell and anyone else you have dealt with in anything that resembled a fiduciary relationship. Including your lawyers, dear.
And do people still watch Saturday Night Live?
As for a lack of "evidence", honeybun, what exactly do you think legal judgments against you are?
By the way, if you want proof that I am not Rob, remember: Rob may post as if he believes that some of the "figments" are real. I'm the one who doesn't.
Maybe This Time
Maybe this time, they'll be lucky
Maybe this time, she'll pay
Maybe this time
For the first time
Hamou won't hurry away
No one will know her past
The Batchelor place will be home at last,
Oma's not a loser anymore
Like the last time
And the time before
Everybody loves a winner
So nobody loved her;
'Lady Actress,' 'Lady Producer',
That's what she longed to be
None of the odds are in her favor
So a new grift is bound to begin
It's got to happen, happen sometime
Maybe this time she'll win
None of the odds are in her favor
So a new con is bound to begin
It's got to happen, happen sometime
Maybe this time
Maybe this time she'll win
From the diary of Oma Hamou:
"As I wandered through the roofless chambers of the once-glorious Eissen Tower inside of the Fedorovsky Little Town, this medieval castle, I stared up at its shattered concrete and I wonder about those who had lived here long ago. I thought of Czar Nicholas II and his family and as I walked the complex, I thought of the splendor of old that was gone, lost forever in the dust of time passing. I thought of epic cliches with which to pepper my ersatz diary. Weeds and tufts of grass pushed up through broken walls, and birds built their nests in ancient crevices and sheltered corners of the massive ruins. Idly, I watched the birds flit back and forth in the pale sunlight. Stupid birds, building their nests in the ancient crevices that . . . suddenly I began to wonder how much I could get for a brick from this holy place on Ebay.
As I walked the halls of the Alexander Palace, Gatchina Palace and Pavlosk Palace centuries ago, great nobles and their ladies, dressed in rich and elegant clothes, had walked amid these splendorous (splendorous? Keep walking, Oma) halls, where banquets and sumptuous entertainments had been held. And here had lived the most powerful in the land…here they had worked and played and plotted together. Made love, given birth, quarreled, fought, and made up. And died. Sometimes they would do all of those things in one day. Yes, they were truly Romanov multi-taskers. Where, I wondered, where had the family jewels wound up? How could I get my hands on them? What would Sotheby's offer for that small table over there?
How hard to imagine as I glanced about me. Frost covered the hardened winter ground bits of gray stone lay all around me, remnants of those walls that had crumbled long ago. It was a stronghold no more, had not been for eons. (Eons?)
Dead, all of them, and buried. Their lives forgotten by most. But not by me. I knew, somehow, that I could make a buck off this joint. The only question was how. And what had their lives been all about in the long run? And why did those lives matter now? They didn’t, did they? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…one day I would be also dust so why did my life matter? One day we would be gone and nobody would care. Yet while we lived we fought so hard what we thought we should have…what mattered to us…what we conceived as being ours…other people's stuff that we wanted, so we just took it. Like the Batchelor Palace or a prime spot in Variety. What did foolish debts matter in the long run? Nothing.
What had they been like, all those who had inhabited this place? So many ghosts here, flitting through the ruined chambers….here comes one now. It is the ghost of Sautov! "Hello, Satan's handmaid!" he says affectionately.
“Is something wrong?” asked one of the ladies who gave tours at the Alexander Palace. I stopped in my tracks and turned to her. “No, I’m fine. Why?”
She said quietly, “Are you crying? There are tears on your face”.
I touched my cheeks with my fingers and realized they were wet. She was right, and I was surprised. I shook my head. “ Don't worry, they're not real. Neither are you, actually. I am pretending to be thinking about the people who had once lived here. All of them dead and I was contemplating their lives. All that they suffered, enjoyed, lost and regretted longed for and attained. And all the things that they never had. Lives lived, and then snuffed out. Just like that. Gone in a flash. We are here for such a short time. And then we are dead and nobody cares…why does any of it matter? Why do we bother? Why do we struggle?
She stared at me thoughtfully, and then after a moment she answered slowly, “I think because you can't accept the fact that you lost a court case to a man named Atchison”
“Yes”, I agreed. “And perhaps we always see…hope. Hope for our lives and ourselves. Hope for something better...hope that we can skip town yet again before we, my figments and I, have to pay up.”
Also, if she apologized for posing for the feelthy pictures to the elders of the Orthodox church or whoever the hell she is addressing in the self-pitying bid for forgiveness, why in God's name are "Justin" and the other figments posting the same damn pictures all over her website? Does she think that God can't use the internet and see that they are there?
OK then, so now "snoopy" says
"Oma did not [file a criminal complaint] and has told me in recent days she has no plans to file a criminal complaint against you as an individual... "
OK, so now it appears Oma "didn't really MEAN IT" when she was threatening for all these years to file a criminal complaint against ME "as an individual". She no longer intends to do that...
Ummm, so since I am not now nor have ever actually BEEN am employee of Pallasart, and a corporation can't be accused of criminal activity (only INDIVIDUALS can charged with a crime, or be put in jail you know...), with the exception of certain Federal statutes that are environmental, corporate fraud or the like, What the hell does that jibberish mean??
now the moron writes "I think I and others would rather wait and see if you are right or if are wrong again...."
I've been waiting for FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY THREE WEEKS, and so far, I've been right...
You keep waiting there "snoopy"...
the snoopy alter wrote: "All you've been right on is this: Oma did not file any criminal charges against you."
THANK YOU FOR ADMITTING THAT EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU HAVE WRITTEN THAT OMA HAMOU HAD IN FACT FILED A CRIMINAL COMPLAINT AGAINST ME YOU LIED!!!!!!
then the snoopy one wrote:
"you did succeed AGAIN in your bullying tactics against her" as the reason Oma Hamou has never filed a criminal complaint against me. OK, so let us look at the logic of this. Oma Hamou will NOT file criminal charges against people who frighten her, but WILL file charges against people who DO NOT SCARE her? You mean, like people SHE CAN BULLY BY MAKING CRIMINAL COMPLAINTS? HUH???
November 11, 2004 "Justin Edwards" wrote: We won't know when until probably next week when to upload the timeline presentation, as the law enforcement are investigating stalking, harassment, fraud, forgery, tampering with evidence and some other things that are holding things up. So we need to wait until the law enforcement people say we can. ... We don't want to taint the criminal investigation." WAS A LIE
November 26, 2007 "you were put on notice of my intent to file criminal charges against Bob Atchison, Rob Moshein and Pallasart Web Venture, Inc. ... the fact that you have been put on notice of the pending litigation." WAS A LIE
March 17, 2008: I will not rest until Bob Atchison, Pallasart and Rob Moshein are held accountable for the crimes they've perpetrated against me. WAS A LIE
September 17, 2006 "Mike Newson" wrote: "As to Oma, I know for a fact, she is busy reviewing transcripts, police reports and such because as I understand it they’ve got less than 3 weeks to file that pleading and the clock is ticking. I also know that her criminal complaint is being taken seriously and since I personally have provided Affidavits and such I know that it is real. WAS LIE
OMA HAMOU JULY 24 2008: Because of the statements published on the web and in private communications by both Bob Atchison and Rob Moshein I have experienced the horrible, shame-inducing experience of being publicly humiliated; having my name irretrievably damaged and being robbed of any dignity. I had hoped in view of our previous lawsuit that these men would have stopped doing these kind of things against me but they haven't and they’re not going to. So I have turned to law enforcement for help. WAS A LIE
I could go on, for there are hundreds more, but this demonstrates the point. THANKS "snoopy"!
Just edited the main blog page to include this:
UPDATE FEBRUARY 28TH: THIS WOMAN'S WEBSITE NOW ADMITS THAT OMA HAMOU HAS NEVER ACTUALLY FILED A CRIMINAL COMPLAINT AGAINST ME. EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE OR HER ALLEGED FRIENDS HAVE MADE THAT STATEMENT WAS A BALD FACED DELIBERATE LIE INTENDED SOLELY TO DEFAME ME. ASSESS ANY CREDIBILITY SHE AND HER CRONIES HAVE ACCORDINGLY.
Thank you AGAIN "team hamou" for ADMITTING that you deliberately LIED every single time you said Oma Hamou HAD FILED A CRIMINAL COMPLAINT AGAINST ME AND FOR LYING EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU SAID I WAS UNDER POLICE INVESTIGATION, SINCE THE POLICE INVESTIGATE NOTHING UNLESS A FORMAL COMPLAINT IS FILED.
Am updating the main blog yet again to reflect this confirmation of your deliberate lies.
Oh "Mike" you brain dead pedophile if you are on the slim chance "real".
I don't have to answer your question, because IT IS RIGHT THERE ON MY BLOG YOUR STUPID MORON! GO READ IT FOR YOURSELF.
Judgment proof: The person against whom you have a judgment is DEAD BROKE AND CAN'T PAY YOU.
OMA HAMOU HAS NO ASSETS, SHE HAS HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IN VALID LEGAL JUDGMENTS AGAINST HER. ONLY A FOOL WOULD SPEND THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS TO GET A WORTHLESS JUDGMENT AGAINST HER. THIS IS THE BASIS FOR HER ENTIRE CON AND YOU KNOW IT.
Now, if you ARE the real Mike Newson, will you stipulate to jurisdiction in Texas Court? Will the "real" Justin Edwards do the same? If you BOTH claim to be telling the truth, have the testicles to man up, stipulate to Texas jurisdiction, so I can sue you both and let you "prove" your allegations.
You won't, since a. you are OMA pretending and b. should you be real NEITHER ONE OF YOU "white knights" has the actual BALLS to face me in court. Which is proof enough of how cowardly your characters really are.
I usually take the weekend off from this nonsense, but Oma-Posting-As-Mike was so idiotic that it kind of requires a reply. Oma Hamou is dead broke, and has a history of ducking out of litigation. Moreover, when she loses --- as she did to Atchison --- she has a bad habit of not paying her debts, making the money spent suing here problematic in terms of return.
Furthermore --- and I know that Rob may not want to hear this --- why on earth would it be worth it? Apparently her nastiness has not cost either Moshein or Atchison work during the past few years she has been running her pathetic "forums" attacking them. The damage she did to Bob Atchison's reputation in Russia by her behavior has long ago subsided (although they do not want to hear from you at all, girlfriend). Obviously Moshein needs to maintain an internet presence to combat the poison she regularly spews, but she does as well,so . . . I would be perfectly happy to exchange watercress recipes with Penelope and talk about movie stars and figure skating with my BFF, and I have enjoyed getting to know Justin, and learn about the Grand Duchess Bubbalova, and Rob's tips about wine, and Mitzi's wisdom and Blake's incisive mind and Sasha's enthusiasm and the various Kedems and McConnells who have posted on this forum.
I mean, your latest, Oma, is that you fear for your life? If the man can't be bothered to sue you, I doubt he can be bothered to have you murdered. I think his point is that you have been threatening a lawsuit for years and years and years and nothing has come of it. You have accused him of criminal behaviors (grounds for a slander suit, my dear, you're lucky Rob is frugal) and all sorts of nonsense. He has never threatened to sue you, girlfriend. His "life partner" did sue you. And won.
No wonder you avoid the legal system (at least aside from when you are a defendant, and even then you try to avoid it). It hasn't been very good to you, has it?
Back to the weekend I go. There is snow everywhere.
RJ
Ummm "team hamou" why do you rant on for thousands of words without addressing the FACT you admit and confirm that for YEARS now you LIED every single time you wrote I was under investigation by law enforcement and that your "holy martyr" Oma Hamou had "filed criminal charges against me" when THAT WAS A
DELIBERATE LIE?????????
Why do you think you have ANY credibility left after years of LIES?? You don't.
Thanks Oma for proving the "snoopy" character doesn't have the ability, courage, character or sheer man up balls to prove he is real and tells the truth. I knew that character would fold faster than an origami expert instead of accept my challenge.
now we KNOW that you, Oma are writing the characters. and should "snoopy" be real, it is a cowardly, ball-less, sniveling, pretend, gutless weasel who has no courage to prove his irrational rantings are anything but the insane mental masturbation of a sick, loser convicted felon with hundrdeds of thousands of dollars of judgments that have no hope of being paid because you have no job, no hope, no assets, nothing but your insane fictional daydreaming.
Dear Oma-Posting-As-Sandman,
Finally, dear, you have posted something with which I can agree.
You are not an attorney.
I showed your "offer" to our legal department. They are still laughing. I am directed to express to you how much entertainment you have provided for them over this past year.
Anyway . . . surely you don't have time for a lawsuit, Oma, at this delicate stage in your negotiations for the movie? And we are counting on the movie, girlfriend. I want Tina Turner to play me and you know how Mitzi feels about Streisand. We don't want anything to distract you from the completion of your magnus dopus.
In the meantime, I am toying with the idea of contacting the San Bernadino police to inform them that you are threatening my life on the internet. Why not? You throw the charge around like it's water about poor Bob Atchison. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
And BFF, was that hockey game not thrilling?
And honestly, Oma-Posting-As-Snoopy, could you at least try and control the hillbilly profanity? Trust me, a Miss Porter's girl can cuss you under the table any day of the week and twice on Sunday, Daisy Mae.
How on earth do you have time to write such fantastic scripts when you fritter your life away on the internet? Oh. Right.
Rebecca "Acme" Jordan
Darling Rebecca,
Oy, now she's trying to pretend she's Perry Mason. Omele, if you still have that nice Mr. Watson on retainer (ho,ho,ho), perhaps you can get him to explain the legal system one more time, darling. Although for someone who has spent as much time as you have enmeshed in it, you don't seem to have learned anything.
Rob Kedem
Oh no, Mizti! You've given away your secret identity!
Rob Jordan
You two women must have been drinking. Just as Oma finally admitted she never turned me, er, Rob in to the police, you go and f*ck this all up.
Blake. Really. Blake
Has anyone heard from Felineus?
Ever since he left me that "Dear Rob" note, I've been worried sick.
..... What, Mr. A? No, I'm sure I typed "Dear Penelope". It's right here in fron ... oh. Oh, dear.
PENELOPE
Oh, crap.
I'm still Justin.
Blake, darling ---
You're Rob? Then I must be Bob. But I thought I was Rob, darling. Remember? It's Monday. I'm Rob on Monday.
Rob Kedem. No, Bob.
Hey, everybody. Bob, I mean Ralph -- I don't know any Bob -- is laughing his ass off at this.
Hokity Smokity Amerikanski friendskis!
I am Robski! Is not Monday in Old Calendar!
Your friend,
Sasha Robovich
Sorry BFF, never caught it. Have a new tenant in the building today. Spent all weekend getting the office in shape. Cutting, painting moldings, patching color after the paint job, vacuuming, etc. You know the drill.
BFF,
I actually don't, as that kind of thing is beyond me. I can't cook, either. People like you make me feel useless!
It was a terrific game, I thought, although the guys in the office are upset because we beat Finland, and Finland apparently beat Canada, so . . . but the emotional release for the Canadians was just spectacular.
I didn't watch the closing ceremonies, but they certainly looked odd.
Good luck with the new tenant. What colors did you go with?
BFF
Come on guys,
You all KNOW team hamou aka Oma has NO sense of humor at all. I've been out working all day and haven't been able to post a thing until now.
Her poor little dyed head is going to EXPLODE. You all know I only post under my own name, and Bob, heck he barely even reads this blog much less posts.
Mitz I didn't send MYSELF a Chanukah Gift basket. RJ I didnt' send MYSELF a bottle of bubbly for my birthday...
Ms P probably had one too many "water cress sandwiches" at lunch again.
RJ, thanks for forwarding me that "whole mess of stupid" as we say here in Texas, from "sandman the bore". The ONLY thing that one got correct is that it is NOT an attorney. I had to read it three times to even try to make heads or tails what it was trying to say.
A MILLION DOLLAR BOND?? Oma was probably confusing her MILLION DOLLAR BAIL... You don't post bonds for litigation. Only for appeals or Injunctions....That post doesn't even comprehend the basic Plaintiff v Defendant obligations in a basic lawsuit. What a mess...
WAIT!
Maybe sandman got his legal advice from Advanced Paralegal Services, that would explain everything...Won't stand as a very glowing testament to their legal expertise, but would explain it.
It's a very rich tan color, BFF. We have these lovely red french doors the previous tenants left and I was happy to incorporate them into the new room. The colors really are set off by the carpet and the white molding.
Sorry you can't cook. It's really a fun hobby that I so enjoy. Especially since my son will be redeployed in less than 30 days, Russo is gearing up to stuff his face full of Italian goodies (the ex in-laws taught me how to make home made raviolli's, etc. Now there's a cook! The ex FIL.)
I have to say I was sorely disappointed Shatner didn't sing--or whatever passes for singing--at the closing ceremonies.
We'll I'm off! Have to walk the dog and then back to the office. Mr. Russo tacked on yet another project. *sigh*
Hey, I made it to Mississippi I think. That story about the night clerks at Hampton Inns getting drunk and passing out is not true. I don't have time right now to explain.
I finally got to a computer in this Marriott Courtyard when I slipped in when some old people propped the door open while they lugged their luggage out. How the hell do those people get anywhere with all that crap?
Anyway, guess what. I turns out there was this state ABA convention going on, and I was able to hide under the dropcloth at the registration table. I was just sitting there flicking my tail while the waiters set up the food service when I overheard these two lawyers greeting each other.
I damned near spit up my fur ball when one asked the other if he had seen the new shit that was being posted on the Ask Oma forum! They were laughing their asses off at her description of how some court case was going to go down. I couldn't catch the rest of the conversation because they headed off to the bar to catch up with some buddies.
Anyway, I don't know when I can get to a computer again, so let me tell you what really happened at Mrs. Batchelor's while I can.
Mama ScamScam (that's what she told us to call her) wrote this check to Mrs. Batchelor out of one of those color-coded checkbooks she keeps around. As usual, the check bounced. Mrs. Batchelor came by to see her about it, and Mama ScamScam pretended to be all flustered and explained that it was just an accident. She told Mrs. Batchelor she had the right checkbook in her bedroom and would get her a good check in a jiffy and went to her bedroom to get something from this stack she printed on her computer. When she got there, she found one of the cats had pissed all over the stack. Good god, I can't tell you how crazy she went for a few seconds before she could get herself under control.
She went out and told Mrs. Batchelor that she had mislaid the proper checkbook, but if she could just wait a day or two or maybe about fourteen months, she was sure it would turn up because she had loads of money in that account.
Mrs. Batchelor said she'd see about that and was going to call the police. As soon as she left Mama ScamScam came back in to the bedroom and started looking closely at that stack of stuff she had printed out. She found a couple of short black hairs on it.
Next thing I knew, she had put on this pair of short shorts, tied her blouse into a knot under her breasts, grabbed a pistol, and set up the camera on the timer to take a photo of herself looking over her shoulder. Then as soon as the flash went off she went around the house popping off every single black cat in the place. It was a massacre. A massacre I tell you. Fur was flying, the rest of the cats were diving for cover, and there were black cat corpses everywhere.
I stayed in hiding for the next three days until the cops came and hauled Mama ScamScam away.
Then Penelope and Mr. A. came by and tricked me, Mewlie, Felix, and Purrlinda into going with them. After being given nothing by Mama ScamScam but McFlurrie cups to lick dry, Penelope's promise of all the cat food we could eat blinded our judgment. We should have known something was up when Mr. A. and her got into a fight about who was going to drive the getaway car. He kept saying she had had too many sandwiches. Well, half-starved as we were, that sounded like just the ticket. Too many sandwiches. Was that nirvana or what?
Oh lord, I just read the drivel RJ so kindly forwarded to me from the "snoopy" character, who suddenly waxes prosaic and swoons in orgasm at being "at the place where it all began" for Oma in, get this, Pushkin RUSSIA! hahahahahahahaha
I'm not even going to address the puerile lies about "his" being invited to dine with Sautov's "friends" or how "he" schlepped the entire "bob atchison" file with him just to show to Archimandrite Markell...uh huh, right.
Seriously Oma, when making up characters to send them off to places, DO SOME RESEARCH. "snoopy" posted at 8:39pm Los Angeles time, which is 7:39 AM in Petersburg/Pushkin. So, "snoopy" is up at the crack of dawn, sitting in the DARK, in the ruins of the Feodorovsky Gorodok, in Eissen's tower at 7:30 in the morning, WHERE IT IS STILL PITCH BLACK, SUNRISE IS MUCH LATER IN THE WINTER TIME IN PETERSBURG. OOPSIE.
Check the weather: It is 25 DEGREES FARENHEIT AND BLOWING SNOW...
So, we are expected to believe that "snoopy" is in the dark at 7:30 in the morning, typing away at a laptop, in a building with no ceilings, floors or windows, sitting there with snow blowing around him and 25F (-3C, according to the Russian Weather service) whilst orgasming rhapsodically about going to: "stare out onto the gold onion dome to this church and have such deep meaning to my friend and her life - this is where it all began. This is where the Enigma’s script about the life of Nicholas II begins. I’ve been promised someone will show me the grave to Rasputin and I will sit on the hill behind the Alexander Palace as so often Oma has when she is here and I will see if I too can see the entire city of Pushkin." Good luck on that today there "snoopy". If Oma had bothered to check the Pushkin weather first, she would have know that today's high is -3C, or 26F, and the weather is completely overcast with heavy blowing snow...
Seriously, this crap just gets funnier and more stupid as Oma goes along....
Poor dimwit can't explain herself out of a wet paper bag...
ummmm:
The post still reads:
Re: Rob Moshein and His Lies....
Postby Snoopy on Mon Mar 01, 2010 8:39 pm
and
Last edited by Snoopy on Tue Mar 02, 2010 12:21 pm, edited 3 times in total.
THERE I just proved you didn't "erase" the original post and post a new one. You just edited the original one THREE times....
and no, not one human being on the PLANET believes you are in Russia. There is one VERY easy way. Read my blog FROM RUSSIA!!!! Go on, I double dog dare you snoopy to EASILY prove you are in "Russia" READ MY BLOG FROM THERE. Google analytics will show me whether you are telling the truth or not. My money is that you are too chicken to prove this so easily.....because, you can't.
Lowly Moshein human, it may interest you to know that I picked up a blinking light signal from inside the Eissen Tower early this morning. It appeared to be sending some sort of Morse code message.
I do not know whether the sender was transmitting a message in Russian or English. As happens with Chinese and Korean, in Morse code they use the same symbol set for two different languages.
If in Russian, the message said, "Rob Moshein isn't my judge and jury, and he sucks". If in English, it said, "I'm out of Kibbles & Bits, and I wet myself."
Why is the snoopy character so fixated on what time she/he "edited" the post? The reality is the ORIGINAL POST still said it was supposedly sitting in an open ruin of a building in the dark at 7:30 am, amid blowing snow at -3C allegedly typing away...yeah, right sure she was...
Interesting. Handmaiden and others keep posting on the "Ask Oma" forum that one judge in Austin believed Rob Moshein was a stalker and a liar. Yet that one judge never entered any judgment against Moshein.
On the other hand, one jury and one judge in Austin did believe Oma Hamou breached her contract with Bob Atchison and slapped her with a $13,000 judgment -- which she brags she will never pay.
Every now and then, after dozens of pages of posts in which Hamou goes off on crazy tangents about trips to Russia, films in progress, police and prosecutors who admire and sympathize with her, lawsuits she's soon going to file and win, we have to step back and remind everyone who we're really dealing with here.
A woman with three felony convictions, three probation violations, numerous arrests (including a recent arrest for felony forgery for which she was ordered to make restitution), a current outstanding warrant, and more than a dozen unpaid judgments rendered against her.
The woman couldn't afford to make good on a forged rent check, wears worn-out clothes, and hangs around with a morbidly obese woman who drives a truck owned by a "paralegal" firm that is under numerous investigations and lawsuits relating to fraud, breach of contract, and legal malpractice.
In Russia, gazing dreamily over the landscape at Tsarskoye Selo, waxing metaphysical on Orthodoxy, and working on a film? My ass.
She's a common-as-dirt con artist who has slipped over the edge of reality into an abyss of twisted fantasy all her own.
Just an opinion. Except for the police and court records, of course.
Oh, dreary day.
Hamou's back at it again, harping on what Judge Livingston said about a restraining order.
What Hamou always forgets to add is that Judge Livingston based her preliminary ruling on what Hamou said she was going to prove at trial -- that the things Moshein was saying about her were not true. But the hard fact is Hamou NEVER proved a single one of her claims. In fact, she dropped the lawsuit once it came time to pony up the actual proof.
As for that supposed faked invoice she claims Atchison produced at trial in his suit against her, Hamou presented her claim to the jury that the invoice was faked. They heard both her side and Atchison's side about the actual understanding the parties reached about what was owed for what work. AND THE JURY BELIEVED ATCHISON.
Hamou is obsessessed with the fact that she could not convince a jury that she didn't owe Atchison any money. It's very easy to post her version of documents on the internet, where no rules of evidence apply and where claims are not put to the hard test of proof. But when she put her version of things in front of a jury, where rules of evidence DO apply, SHE LOST.
It's driving her crazy, but that's the cold, hard fact of the matter.
And remember, the Atchison case is not the only time Hamou has lost in court. Try a number in the mid-teens, counting her criminal convictions and her many adverse civil judgments (only one of which involved Bob Atchison).
The woman is an obsessessed liar and grifter.
To add to what Blake said, I just noticed something. Normally all the five thousand word rants just all run together. But I looked at the email from Mike Edward accompanying what team hamou claims is the "genuine" invoice. Notice where he says the invoice reflects the amount "to settle" the consulting fees. Bob and Mike were willing to SETTLE the issue for less IF Hamou paid up. She didn't, so the settlment amount disappeared. THAT is why Bob sued for the full amount, Oma never paid the settlement amount.
Mike Edwards, sorry typo.
Leaving out a key element of the story? Well, that's her M.O.
Is Mike Edward/Edwards any kin to Justin Edward/Edwards?
Dear Mr. Moshein, let me get this straight before I have my mid-day watercress sandwich.
Do you mean that Ms. Hamou / McConnell did not pay the original invoice and that Mr. Atchison then invoiced her for less with an accompanying offer to accept the lesser amount if she would pay the delinquent account? Then, when she still didn't pay and he was forced to sue her, she argued that it was fraudulent of him to claim the original amount owed?
My goodness me. That would be like getting caught shoplifting and, when forced to make restitution, trying to apply a discount coupon to the payment for the stolen goods.
Why, that's very clever of her. Sleazy, too. No wonder the jury didn't take much of a shine to her or her arguments.
Well, I'm glad that's off my chest. Now for that sandwich.
I notice that Oma-Posting-As-Snoopy seems to have abandoned the "I am in Russia" travelogue, which is kind of a shame. I was looking forward to more lush posts about how "he" was being overwhelmed by a newfound zeal for Russian history through the sight of the golden dome. In the dark. In the cold and snow. While he was tapping away at a laptop in an abandoned church.
I spoke this morning (my time) with Irina, one of my contacts at Pushkin. She was intrigued by the description of an American wandering around the grounds of the Alexander Palace/Tsarskoe site all by himself at that hour of the morning, and asked for a link to this blog and to Oma's. So Rob, if you start getting hits from Pushkin, it's her. I will forward you her email address, since I certainly don't want her being harrassed by Oma Hamou in this matter. However, for public consumption, once I had explained what was being claimed about "Justin's" visit, she snorted loud enough through the phone that you could probably hear her in Austin if you tried.
Tough luch for the fake adopted Russian child, though.
Rebecca "Sherlock Holmes" Jordan
Well, it's a day for breaking records. Not only has Hamou proven she has not the foggiest idea of how the legal system works, she's now out to prove she completely fails to grasp how FedEx works.
She is claiming that she sent Bob Atchison $5,000 by FedEx but when Atchison refused to take her address off the internet, she complained to FedEx, and they reimbursed her the $5,000!
So FedEx takes sides in an independent contractual dispute between a sender and a recipient, and tees up thousands of dollars for a claimed obligation that has nothing to do with FedEx?
It's amazing how a profoundly stupid person has no grasp of the ability of others to apply logic and common sense to an issue.
Of course, this is the same woman who tried with a straight face to convince us that Variety let her run a $100,000 ad with an agreement to pay only if her movie project panned out.
Sorting out deliberate lies from rank stupidity from sheer insanity is virtually impossible in Hamou's case. All one can do is enjoy the freak show.
poor Oma get SOOOO confused when she tries to tapdance around and keeps creating MORE lies.
First she says "so she got FedEx to return her money", when that lunacy is called out, because it says "return her money" NOT return the package/envelope...she comes up with
"so Oma had the FEDEX PACKAGE that contained the $5,000 returned" WITH the small problem that the FEDEX TRACKING for THAT PACKAGE, shows it was IN FACT DELIVERED: "arrived at FedEx Destination Location 9/15/2001 07:56" Note that NO WHERE on the tracking slip shows the package was "returned", the ONLY thing that mentions it is in OMA"S OWN HANDWRITING...
So, just like your claims that Oma had filed criminal complaints against me and I was under criminal investigation by law enforcement, THESE ARE MORE LIES. LIES like "snoopy" is in Russia. LIES like Bob "forged" invoices. LIES like Oma "wrote the wrong check to Mrs. Batchelor" LIES like Oma had a real genuine office in Russia in Essin's tower...
Isn't it "interesting" that today, Google analytics shows NO hits from Russia so far, but NINE reads from Lancaster. The proxy "team hamou" sometimes uses only read once today. But FUNNY how "snoopy" allegedly in Russia has been reading everything all day, but ONLY Lancaster, near Palmdale and Victorville has been reading, except of course for Blake's location, RJ's location and Ms P's location.
No "snoopy" the TRACKING SLIP DAATED 9/18/2001 shows the FedEx was DELIVERED TO ITS DESTINATION IN AUSTIN TEXAS ON SEPT. 15. You posted a HANDWRITTEN FEDEX WAYBILL which is in OMA's OWN HANDWRITING and expect anyone to believe you. YOU who admits to LYING for FIVE YEARS ever single time you said Oma had filed a criminal complaint against me. And Analytics showed only ANOTHER Lancaster read, after I posted that, but not anyone in Russia, where it is 1am....
It's very simple to prove your point "snoopy". SHOW A TRACKING SLIP for fedex airbill 828498193222.
The Fedex to Pallasart is 829371824170, which shows clearly was DELIVERED to its destination in Austin Texas on 9/15.
show the tracking slip showing delivery BACK to Oma Hamou....I dare you.
Called FedEx. The "ramp" is the closest Fedex center. The Destination is the delivery address on the airbill.
Nice try "snoopy" but you lie again.
O Mighty Shovel!
I parachuted into Pushkin last night as per your instructions. I got lost in the snowstorm, but fortunately, I was able to follow the glow of a distant laptop screen into the ruins of a church. Guess who was there??? Two words, Your Immense Pulchritude: Large Jaw!
She was crouched over a laptop typing furiously, snarling every now and then as she hit a particularly nasty item: the Fed Ex receipt that proved Moshein is telling the truth, the order from the judge that doesn't mean what she thinks it does, things like that.
She was dressed all in black, although I noticed the pale white skin of her rather large upper thighs peeking through a rip in her dark stockings. There is a lot more of her than there used to be, I'll tell you that, Your Ferocity!
Anyway, I circled behind her, trying not to be seen. It was easy, as she was so engrossed in her typing (and a large bag of phosphorescent orange cheese treats) that she failed to hear my footsteps in the snow.
And then the weirdest thing happened. The sun came up, and revealed our surroundings clearly for the first time. I had simply programmed her location into the navigational system of the teleportation device with instructions to deliver me to the source of the transmissions you were monitoring.
It did. And guess what? I was in California!!!!!!
More later. A very large woman just appeared in the doorway and announced "The breakfast casserole is ready, honey, you need to keep up your strength, come on and get you some." I am going to follow her out of this ruined building (which I now see isn't a church, but the remnants of a place called "Dairy Queen") and see what I can see.
Just a side note, Your Lassitude. If you get any messages from that ratfink Daryn, just remember he still owes you for the tacos he charged to the Minion Expense Account last week. There was no need to buy them, we were doing perfectly well on those delicious Thetan food pellts.
A tip of the hat and a dip of the knee from,
Illuminati
Sorry about that, Minion. I should have told you that I brought the spacesh ... er, the plane back from Pushkin yesterday. It turns out her signals were bouncing off the stratosphere and making a transmission from Victorville to Palmdale seem to come from the Baltic.
I really would advise you to worry less about what Daryn is up to and to keep your own affairs in better order. I found one of your shackl ... er, mittens missing from the dunge ... er, the closet while I was cleaning for a ... uh ... meeting last night. I've told you before what happens to minions who can't keep their toys in order.
Bad minion.
RJ,
I got a read from Pushkin/Petersburg yesterday, followed by a nice note from Irina. She said Archimandrate Markell still wears the 19th Century Imperial Presentation cross Bob gave him, and speaks of Bob fondly, as do so many people at TSM...
poor snoopy the liar. You make lots of stuff up even today, just like you have LIED for six years about Oma filing criminal complaints against me and that I was under investigation as a result. ALL LIES.
Now you claim Oma is BFF with Father Markell, and that "snoopy" was meeting him at the Feodorovsky Sobor...except of course, he isn't there anymore. IF Oma really were BFF with "Father Markell" she/you would know where he is know, and his current title. ALL of which he himself told Bob about, but I have deliberately not divulged just to see if you could manage to tell the truth once. But no...
and please POST THE SCREEN SHOT of my "facebook title page" to prove your claims. this is another deliberate and intentional lie...Prove me wrong.
just noticed that on March 3 "snoopy" referred to "the Archimandrite G. Markell "
now, "snoopy" said he "met" this priest, Oma is the priest's BFF, and they are all so tight.
So, why is it that they don't even get the man's NAME correct?
Not only has he not been an Archimandrate for over a year, Markell is his FIRST NAME, and his LAST NAME doesn't start with G.....
More proof snoopy LIES, just like he LIED about saying Oma Hamou had filed criminal complaints against me, for the last SIX YEARS....
The last shred of possible drop of credibility just is so long gone for "team hamou"....
"This Archmandrite's initials are actaully G. V. as per what is on his official documentation (i.e. passport) However, out of respect for the man, Snoopy did not give his full name, nor will I" according to Morboese debbie....
Thanks Team Hamou for PROVING you don't know Father Markell as he is today. The truth is you can not GIVE his full name because you DO NOT KNOW IT.
His name is NOT G.V. Markell as you claim. There are NO "official documents" that say that. Nor is he today in the rank of Archimandrite.
But, if you KNEW the man, you would know these KEY things about him.
The fact you don't and still can't properly explain anything shows your LIES.
I'm not going to tell you the truth of the matter, just yet. It is far too telling of your intentional deceptions to watch you squirm in your filth of more false statements.
Morbobese debbie also said:
Rob has never managed to prove that Snoopy, or anyone else on this forum, lies.
Actually, snoopy itself ADMITTED to LYING:
All you've been right on is this: Oma did not file any criminal charges against you....in some cases we did say she filed criminal charges against you just so you assholes would stop
"The Travis County Attorney's office is willing to prosecute Bob Atchison criminally, for stalking and a lot of other things. The Texas Attorney Gerneral's office is also monitoring Bob's web design company activities, as they don't take too kind to Texans who con people out off $10,540.00 ...its a felony" posted on Oma Hamou's Forum 12/11/2004.
WAS A TOTAL DELIBERATE AND INTENTIONAL LIE. I have already posted the letters from the AG's office that show there were NO such complaints filed and it was confirmed to me directly by three Attorneys at the AG's office that this statement was FALSE.
Oma
post Nov 21 2005, 06:50 AM
Joined: 26-August 05
Member No.: 3
It comes as no surprise to both Mr. Atchison or to the Court that I have decided to fight the decision made against me on September 27, 2005.
Mr. Atchison has harmed me too much both professionally and personally to simply walk away.
I am going to allow the attorneys in Texas to handle my lawsuit as I move forward with my important projects in Russia.
In the meantime, I want you to "all" know how much your letters and support have meant to me over these many months.
Thank you!
Ms. Oma Hamou "
THIS WAS A DELIBERATE LIE. NO MOTION FOR NEW TRIAL WAS EVER FILED.
Glad to see "snoopy" is home from "St Petersburg" where "he" "adopted" a daughter.
Been waiting for this. Now "snoopy" can explain just "how" he managed to adopt a Russian Child, since Russia has put a nearly complete HALT to US adoptions of Russian children. In fact, only EIGHT such adoptions were permitted last year.
Secondly, explain how you adopted a child in Petersburg, when all adoptions are handled in MOSCOW?
Shall I direct you to the Russian Embassy in Washington's website for how almost impossible the requirements are and for more info??
LIAR.
Dear Rob,
I had an email from Irina this morning. She was very nice about checking around for me, and of course it was what you (and I, for that matter) expected. No one named "Justin" was there last week. Unless, as she said, "he" was darting around illegally, which would explain the whole laptop-in-the-dark-abandoned-church thing. I will dispatch another check tomorrow as a thank you.
I also put in a call to some friend in the State Department (there's nothing like going to school with people). No Russian adoptees entered the country during the past five days. Nor did anyone named Justin from California travel to Russia during the past twelve days. There was a man named Justrin who went to Russia on February 18, but he traveled to Moscow.
Okay, Oma. Fail. Try again.
I wonder if this will unleash another barrage of documents that she will claim, incorrectly, substantiate her version of the events of these past several years?
But I don't wonder very much.
Rebecca G.V. Jordan
"Justin", sweetie, no one is trying to stalk you or hunt you down for the simple reason that you don't exist. Or rather,you do, but not as the character "Snoopy" posting on Oma Hamou's blog. "Snoopy" is Oma Hamou. In fact, my dear,if "Snoopy" existed, I would suggest that Rob and Bob sue "him" for slander. But "he" doesn't, and while they have already won a lawsuit against you, Oma, there seems little chance of collecting unless they spend a lot of money. Which they don't have. But of course you have even less, Oma, which is why you won't be going to Texas to face off with them on their own turf, despite all of the nonsense that you post.
I do have a lot of money, thanks to hard work (an alien concept, I know, Oma) and my parents. You are more than welcome to dismiss my existence as a real person. I dismiss yours, after all, dear "Snoopy". But trust me on this, people. I have the contacts, and no one named Justin from California traveled to Russia, there have been no Russian adoptees brought into the country bound for California, and she is lying through her hat.
Did anyone else understand what Monique was talking about with the whole "this is a reward for the performance and not politics"?
RJ
Darlings,
I'm not sure, but I think "Snoopy" is trying to tell us that poor Omele is back in jail. Oy, it just never ends for the poor girl.
Mitzi
What is it with Hamou and names? Having used so many herself over the years, do they just confuse her?
Now she's claiming she really knows her very dear friend Markell's name but deliberately garbled it as protection against ... what?
That's like her tale where she claims she wrote a check to Mrs. Batchelor using the name Alexandra McConnell, but told her she was using a pseudonym and that her real name was Oma Hamou. Right. As if anybody would knowingly accept a check written by someone using a false name.
The first step in any con game: hide your identity.
McConnell. Hamou. Demian. Ashkenazy. Chedid. Taylor. Jordan. Oma. Alexandra. Rebecca. Louise. etc.
So now begins the 425th consecutive week without any law enforcement contact with me or Bob since Oma Hamou/Alexandra McConnell started threatening it. Despite that "team hamou" in one form or another has stated publicly that "Oma" with and without her lawyer(s) had already was about to contact law enforcement to insist on proceedings against us over 300 TIMES in just the last five years!
Yet NOTHING ever manages to happen... Go figure. At least they ADMIT THEY LIED ABOUT CRIMINAL CHARGES BEING FILED AGAINST ME PERSONALLY FOR THESE FIVE YEARS!
As well as the beginning of consecutive Week 230 for nothing happening in the most recent round of threat of lawsuits against us, since Bob won his suit against Oma Hamou.
Ah, so Oma Hamou is ILL YET AGAIN. "snoopy" hints she is in the hospital AGAIN. That's like the fourth time in less than a year.
Poor thing must be very sickly, weak and fragile to have to be in the Hospital yet again...or maybe someone is looking for money from her. Or she needs to be in Court....
Dear Oma-Posting-As-Snoppy,
You have proven nothing; indeed, if you want to put it in those terms, you have been demonstrably false in virtually everything you have posted for the past week (and before that, but I don't have all day). Let's look at your claims in order, shall we?
(1) "Snoopy" is in Russia adopting a daughter. FAIL. Even after you were called out on the time signatures, the IP numbers, the weather conditions, the improbability of anyone posting where you said you were posting, the whole bag of crazy, there still remains the fact that no Russian adoptee has entered the country during the past week, and no one named "Justin" from California has traveled to Russia for longer than that. I know you don't like to hear this, but since you are always lecturing us that we don't understand the first thing about the film industry, let me take this moment to return the favor. Information about these kinds of things is fairly porous if you know people. Thanks to a lifetime in international banking, I know people.
(2) You clearly do not know Markell at all these days. I thought you had been reaching for it before, but your tortured, convoluted explanation as to why you refused to use his first name was just hilarious. And dumb, sweetie.
(3) Rob's explanation of the Fed Ex imbroglio is credible. Yours is not. Fail again, Oma.
(4) The reason that "Justin Edwards" did not figure into this mess before, according to those who know, is that he is a figure of monumental unimportance. The real Justin has confirmed that, far from having a good job with a major studio, a Russian wife and four or five moppets, he went into a tailspin after the events of 2005 and is only now pulling himself out of it. On Hawaii, not in California. Moreover, he resents very much your co-opting of his identity. Only fear of you and lack of funds has prevented him from going after you through the legal system. Guess what, m'dear? I have lots of money, and it occurs to me that it might be kind of fun to stake him to a lawsuit, kind of the way that your sugar daddy staked you to the one against Bob Atchison. Which you lost, after spending money like a drunken sailor.
To put it in language that the "Snoopy" persona will understand: Don't fuck with me, Oma, this ain't my first trip to the rodeo.
Rebecca Jordan
Hey RJ,
The REAL Justin Edwards may be taking you up on your offer. Kailua, Honolulu read the blog and spent a rather long time reading earlier this afternoon, which would be morning of course in Hawaii.
Dear Oma-Posting-As-Snoopy,
When you have finished jumping up and down and holding your breath, dear, you might want to take another look at my actual post and respond to it, and not whatever you think it said in whatever passes for the Hamou mind. You did not go to Russia within the last two weeks unless you traveled under another name (possible, but improbable given the fact that you claim to have adopted over there) and you did not adopt, as no Russian adoptee has entered the country or been issued a passport. I didn't post for your benefit, sweetie, but for the others who post on this board. Why? Because I thought they would want to know. Also, you cracked me up with the whole story, so it was kind of fun to burst the tale with a simple phone call.
Second, dear, I have no grounds to sue you (anymore than you have grounds to sue Bob or Rob). Only people who have actually been harmed by Oma Hamou --- and God knows there are enough of them --- can initiate a lawsuit. But you already know that, thanks to Amex, Mrs. Batchelor, the states of Wyoming and California, and all of the other things from the more or less immediate past. You have never harmed me, girlfriend, unless you count listening to your redneck screeching. So unless Justin takes me up on the offer, it's a no go, damn it.
And just remember, a judge in Texas didn't find that there was a likelihood that Bob Atchison would succeed in his lawsuit against Oma Hamou. The judge found that Bob Atchison did succeed.
Life's just a bitch, ain't it, Oma?
Ah, well. Life goes on.
Actually RJ,
I've discovered that this whole "faked invoice" thing is just another FRAUD Oma Hamou is trying to pull off.
She agreed to settle with Bob and demanded an "new" invoice for the settlement amount. She signed the settlement agreement.
Then she was going to "fedex" the check, but it never arrived, BY HER OWN ADMISSION.
NOW she claims the settlement invoice is the "real" invoice, and the original invoice is the "fake"...
now, why wasn't the settlement brought up at trial? Because, simple: offers of settlement are NOT ADMISSIBLE AT TRIAL...
"If" Justin Edwards is "real" which I doubt (the one on "team Hamou" I mean) then he is a LIAR, and AN ACCESSORY TO FRAUD, and every bit as much a criminal as Oma Hamou.
Rob, I'm shocked. The words "Oma Hamou" and "grift" in the same sentence? How can this be? Failed. You have not posted facts, Oma, just silly assertions that are based upon taking your word. There is no "agent" handling a case against Atchison and/or Moshein, there is no criminal charge (you dimbulb, the D.A. will have to do that, and there is no D.A. considering it. As Rob somewhat drearily points out every week there has been no investigation, no nothing, for years.)
You don't have to accept my assertions, sweetie, they aren't aimed at you. They are for those who read this forum. You know, the smart people.
Want to know how I can prove Bob did NOT give "fake documents" to the police? Easy. Falsifying evidence to the police is a FELONY! They would have prosecuted anyone giving them "false documents"...but, of course they did NOTHING...
Just like Oma does nothing. Nothing except spending all day at an old computer typing away and inventing a bizarre cast of characters who are her only "friends"...who become involved in un believable scenarios...like sitting in the ruins of an old building in the dark in sub-freezing temperatures and blowing snow whilst orgasming rhapsodically about looking at "golden domes" ...
Yes, Oma's only "friends": a morbidly obese ex teacher with no sense of humor and less sense of intelligence. The fat one's "daughter" who has a potty mouth and utter disrespect for adults, the daughter's somehow mentally challenged "friend" who's mental disability diagnosis changes hourly; a dull droning dim wit called "sandman/chris" who believes utterly in the saying "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit" who it is pretended lives here in Austin but seems oblivious to anything happening here IN Austin; and a host of un fleshed out characters with only innocuous names like: charlie or Linda who only come in to profess their undying love of THE OMA (to feed Oma's unending EGO)...
Yeah, I'm real jealous of anyone like that, who's idea of a vacation is renting a shack in Phelan of all places and who can't come up with GENUINE people to defend her. You know, ones with names, jobs, email addressees etc.
This is to confirm that no one named Sandman or Chris called us recently to inquire about protocols for releasing information about travel or adoption.
However, we did get a call from a number in California to which we have assigned an alert notification. That is a procedure we use to intercept calls from parties known or thought to be unstable. We get a lot of those calls, and mostly from just east of Los Angeles for some reason.
Regarding the message the caller left about McFlurries: we do not track the offerings on the McDonald's menus outside of the U.S., so we have no idea whether McFlurries are sold in Mexico. But we are fairly certain they cannot be shipped on dry ice to a P.O. Box. Nor are we aware of any prisons that serve them, even for cigarettes or fresh underwear.
We would like to say more, but we have to be diplomatic. We're the State Department
Oma, seriously. You're like a textbook illustration of "nimrod", sweetie. I think it's terrific that you called the State Department main switchboard to get answers to your questions. I don't suppose Hillary mans the board, huh? I did not call the main switchboard, dear. I called a friend. Who in fact confirmed what I wanted to know.
No one named "Justin" from California has traveled to Russia, no Russian adoptee has entered the country bound for California.
You're so savvy about the entertainment industry and how it works that I am a little surprised you can't make the analogous leap over to the rest of the world, Oma. If you knew Steven Spielberg, wouldn't you try and get his help in making your movie? Wouldn't you go outside of normal submission channels? No? Well, you're a fine person, Oma (although why you would pick this one particular instance to be honest is frankly beyond me). The rest of us call in chips and do mutual favors.
And get the information we need. It wasn't that hard. I sent my friend to your site and to this one, and after he (or she!) stopped laughing, he (or she!) coughed it right up. Well, not right up, it did take a half hour. In exchange I am taking him (or her!) to lunch next week in Manhattan.
Because that's about what the information was worth.
"Stalking", my sweet Aunt Fanny. I merely satisfied my intellectual curiosity. Let's face it. Who really cares where the hell you were last week?
Rebecca "Mission:Impossible" Jordan
Also, Oma-Posting-As-Snoopy, I just read the post you put up before you posted as Sandman. Where's the information? Where are the secret documents? Having a little trouble getting Photoshop to work?
Honest to God. Nimrod.
Rebecca Jordan
Say there "snoopy" are you SOOOO SURE Oma NEVER signed a settlement agreement with Pallasart??
Really sure???
Don't you guys just LOVE the "cut n paste" documents "team hamou" posts...Letters that have no letterhead, just a date and the work "copy" photoshopped on, content recreated to give a false impression. What a HOOT!
Oma-Posting-as-Snoopy complained that she can't get a job, can't get a date, and can't live a normal life because of Rob Moshein and Bob Atchison.
Here's some advice:
To get a job, get some new skills. Grifting doesn't count, and the "modeling" days aren't coming back.
To get a date, wash the hair and get some new clothes. And don't take Debbie to the bars with you, no matter how much better you think she makes you look.
To get a normal life ... well, can't help much there. That ship had sailed by the time you got off the bus in L.A.
Hope this helps.
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