A Lethal Injection Of Lies:
The Benign Execution Begins
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From: "Brenda Bratt"
To: "Sad_Lisa"
Subject: Re: Your pathetic attempts to lie....
Date: Thu, 21 May 2002 22:06:00 -0400
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He knew that people would continue to exploit him way after his death. Yup, just like LISA does. Her and her fucking writing. She never misses an opportunity to slag us and tell us we're not worthy because SHE got a damn book published. Any idiot can get published----Lisa said that herself awhile back. She thinks she's special and has a shot at fame and fortune. I say, no fucking way. I don't know about you, Heidi, but I wish I could chase her down and kill her. She deserves no less. Then we could spend the rest of our lives Lisa-free and Tim's name will be cleared once and for all. Hate doesn't even begin to say it----God she is so pathetic.
"from him?? HEIDI, I HATE HER! UGH!~
----- Original Message -----
From: Sad_lisa
To: [email protected]
Sent: Thursday, May 22, 2003 3:40 PM
Subject: Re: Your pathetic attempts to lie....
Brenda, you truly live up to your name: Bratt, as in totally braindead and, yes, pathetic. I don't know why in hell you latched onto my site and my life like an ugly old barnacle grasping the cracked hull of a doomed ship. I feel a certain amount of self-satisfaction in knowing that you are all insanely jealous of me. And in case you peg me for a braggart and an egotistical monster, let me interject that Susan Baretta had made that astute statement in various e-mails she's sent me.
Susan is my friend and always has been, from day one. She doesn't play silly and immature games----she is far superior to you in every way possible, Brenda. You and your partners-in-crime, Heidi and Roberta, are truly laughable. When my book on Tim comes out, the world will know what skanks you all are. If you are indeed three separate people. Frankly, I have serious doubts about that.
Why don't the three of you find something worthwhile to pursue and engage in? For all you know, you might even take a stab at writing. It's not that difficult. But then, it would take away from your silly games. You'd have no energy to expend on cerebral activities if your whole raison d'etre is to bring me down. Get a clue. Geez.
Take care.
sincerely,
lisa
At 09:28 PM 7/21/03 +0100, Sad_Lisa wrote: Is there any way we can just have a truce and stop hurting each other? i have this uneasy feeling that you and Roberta are the same person. That so-called picture of her could be anyone. It could be your sister or your cousin for all i know.
Your e-mails are identical to hers and I notice she has been oddly silent these past couple of weeks. Your e-mails and message board posts were once rather quiet and unassuming. Roberta was the vocal one. If you are Roberta, well it's not for me to say why you are doing that.
I have to confess that I rather enjoyed posting that link last night. But in retrospect, i realize it is rather meanspirited. I may tone it down, but please, can we just agree to disagree and move on with our lives? You may still hate me---there's absolutely nothing I can do about that. But hating someone uses a great deal of energy---energy that you could spend writing. I think you could be a fair author if you want, seeing is that you may have orchestrated this thing with Roberta.
My manuscript does not dwell on Tim. He is merely the subject within the main plot, which is about the dark side of the internet. I am not exploiting him, because the book will not focus on him at all. I love to write, it's the only thing that keeps me grounded, along with running. My beloved cat has to go on insulin and may not be around much longer. i am enjoying him while i have him, because we don't know how much longer he can live.
Can we bury the proverbial hatchet, instead of imbedding it in my skull?
sincerely,
lisa
At 07:16 PM 5/20/02 +0100,Brenda Bratt wrote:
LOL! This just further proves my point that you are PSYCHOTIC. No deals,
bitch. BTW, nice pics, NOT. I sent you two recent pics of me, I'm wondering
why you didn't use those?
I wonder if daddy would like to know that you are stalking, harassing and sexually obsessing two girls and their toddlers from Michigan on the net?
Talk about needing a life. I DO hate you Lisa. That email was meant for you and Heidi, duh.
----- Original Message -----
From: ""
To:
Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2002 7:57 PM
Subject: enjoy
Here's a little nugget of pure hell, posted just for you, Enemy Mine. People need to run, don't walk to the nearest police station:
Brenda's Little Shop Of Horrors:
Enter At Your Own Risk But Don't Feed the Beast From: "Sad_Lisa" <@paxil.com>
To: <@[email protected]>
Sent: Sunday, May 24, 2002 7:44 PM
Subject: please stop e-mailing me
..I send any mail from either you or "Heidi" to a friend to read. I do not go near it. What, do I like being abused?
I briefly saw the header of one of your silly letters and I must say I
never pegged you for a pothead. That new link has NO picture of Tim,
either
as a baby, a teenager or an adult. There's you---a RECENT picture not
engulfed in camouflaging darkness. Then there's some unknown woman who's
posing as the mysterious "Roberta". Oh and were you in a closet getting
that
obscured photo in high school? LOL.
At 08:29 PM 5/25/03 -0400, you wrote:
Um, I was talking about the link: aria.html, you lamebrained bitch. Don't you EVER pay attention?? You are laughable. Hello? McFly? That is TIM holding JASON when he was an infant. Not Tim's dad
holding Tim. LMFAO! DUH! You are just too damn stupid for words. You best
change the false info before I am forced to, ya wacky twatmeister.
A closet? Um, no that would be taken in my new home, right in the great room, one pic has my bay window in the background which I had to crop out because it was too bright, hence the reason the picture is so dark, and the second has my formal dining room and part of my foyer in the background. Would you like to see pictures of my house too? I would be more than happy to send them, all 3,000 sq ft of it, with the exception of my children's bedrooms. You're too sick of a bitch for that.
