Here I am, again.

To you who fancy yourself my nemesis...

It took forever to make this fake name! You must have extreme
patience, all the time in the world and a life to waste. Having just
tried on all your tricks I'm sad for myself and sadder for you, who
indulge this need all day, every day.

So here I am, writing and posting, does that make me Lauri Links or
Shammy Fauxley, or make them real?

About as real as "the Janice impostEr" and/or any of "the Janice
impostEr's" imaginary backup band.

However, I am more real than anything ever claimed by you.

I'm right here, on your turf. In your playground. I'm here for you.
Again. Spare these people. Just give your insanity to me already,
directly and privately. If it's something you really know, or are
really a part of, or really experienced and it's not just really the
audience you crave and you believe you have, Email is the solution to
get to the bottom of what you claim to seek.

Or the telephone. I'll give you my number. I've offered it many times
before. No problem. You ask, I'll answer. That's always been the case.
Those who think and are not cowards or bullies do ask.

Those who are impostErs, perpetuators and very ill attention seekers,
don't.

I apologize Luann. I try to step up when the whining threatens to
deafen others. I'm already deaf.

I just wanted to offer this individual, in all incarnations, AGAIN,
the opportunity to attack me directly. I have before, several times,
and the choice has always been to continue the illusions and
delusions. I thought I'd try again.

Janna
Who only half the time uses a period after her name, so that's not a
good way to impersonate me.
Who is posing tonight in an attempt to understand, after a long and
befuddling chat, what this feels like. Being accused of being an
impostor by the master impostor could be funny, or even ironic, but
it's not.
And, who will always answer Email as herself at Prair...@aol.com

Thanks

I've been down this road before, and I know all about the potholes!

I hate to see someone intentionally abusing the charter of a newsgroup --
any newsgroup -- and spoiling it for everyone who used to read/post
legitimately. It's personal with me because I did write the charter and had
the newsgroup created -- about 10 years ago, in fact.

Not a single individual that I've spoken with is interested in
the current postings. It's nothing less than 'net abuse. Too many people
jump on the 'net without understanding how to interact responsibly. I've
always been an advocate of Netiquette, and that won't stop. I liked the
'net a lot better when it was 'just' an academic research network!

lj

Dearest Scammy,

Apparently what you can't fathom is that you are no longer personally
worthy of any air time. Having been exposed for what you really are,
leaves only the pathetic to follow your Dan Fogelberg impersonation,
or any other character you wish to attempt. The used and abused
following the scam artist who can't seem to reconcile the fact she is
not the queen anymore. The only role you play now is that of the
court jester.

Having used a plethora of pseudonyms yourself (fake names as you
called it), don't sell yourself short with an attempt to garner
sympathy or whatever emotion you were hoping to stir with your
nonsense. Now that the myth about you, all your personalities, and
all your endeavors at impersonating other personalities is clear to
most who can read, the only residual in your wake, besides the telling
of the truth about what some have experienced is pity.............pity
for you.

Oh how many of us recall the stories and tales you wove?

High school chum of Dan-
Except your picture(s) could never be found in any of the Woodruff
High yearbooks or newspapers, nor any mention ever of your name (the
real name of course, not the flowery one you use now).

The marriage to Dan-
First wife mind you, the child, the passing of the child (oh how
you brought tears to the eyes of real moms whose hearts broke to hear
of this), the songs written for you and the child that never existed.

The faux thesis-

The tragedies that befell you-
The corn field incident, that was probably the most disgusting,
especially to anybody who has ever been through such a life changing
experience as that. You'd better hope to hell you never do experience
what you wanted others to believe you did.

The multiple deaths of those around you, deaths that never happened
mind you-
Your real first husband, your good friend in New Mexico, the World
Trade Center death of a friend ruse, they were all dropping like
flies around you, according to you that is. Factually, they still
roam the earth in their earthly bodies. I'm certain I've missed
others.

All the stories you spewed as fact about Dan Fogelberg-
The MPD you swore HE had (lol), you had to have been talking about
yourself as the Dan impersonator when you dreamed up that one, all the
excuses why the women you conned couldn't meet him in person (too many
to mention). You were a busy girl with all the names, personalities
and stories.

Do yourself, your husband (if he is still around and living that is
according to you), your offspring, and any family members you still
admit to as living a huge favor, and seek professional help (not the
kind of professional help you wanted others to believe you were
capable of giving, but real brick and mortar professional help). And,
do all the real Dan Fogelberg fans a huge favor and cease the attempts
to try to resurrect yourself and give the impression you and your
personalities are still viable material anymore. See paragraph one
for that very small list of possible believers, although I would say
you already know who she is.

Just sign me,
Scammed Nomore

Lauri...@yahoo.com (ShammyFauxley) wrote in message news:<a44fb255.03050...@posting.google.com>...

To you...an impostor extraordinaire, not a Plymouthlady by any stretch
of the imagination and a collector/stalker of the highest order:

In having your post; again from no one real in any way, shape or form;
pointed out to me, we had to laugh at your willingness to admit to
stalking me via the yearbook of a high school I have said in public
(many times) I did not attend. Ever. That was pretty scary to the
person I was talking to, but I was more amazed at the fact that while
you are so careful to collect and save everything ever written about
me, someone you don't know, you don't pay attention to the corrections
I have made for you in the past. Things you COULD verify!

You are still looking for me in the pages of a Peoria Wooddruff High
School yearbook because you choose to only to consume the fruits of
your own arrogance and ignorance. What you collect becomes what you
believe, and that makes you look stupid to everyone who has, for
example...never, ever heard me say I went to high school in Peoria.
(Again, I'm from Chicagoland...three hours away from Peoria.) Your
insistence I say and do things I didn't say or do doesn't make you
look stupid, it just makes you certifiably stupid. And for you,
someone who does not know me, to continue to do this on a daily basis,
in public forums, with a rabid anger truly bizarre for someone who
doesn't know me...well, that makes you look more insane by your own
actions than your fiction about my life could ever color me.
Especially since you don't know me in any sense of the words.

My life, no matter what form it has taken, is none of your business.
You. Do. Not. Even. Know. Me. Nor is it the business of anyone else
here, save for those who do know me. Your collection of folklore,
myth, mystery and accusations about me may titillate you in your
lonely moments and obviously vacant life, but your capacity for
accuracy...well...the only word for it is "sucks."

You...are nobody. Cowards with no true identity who fabricate a big
picture, under many names, from torn pieces of gossip and innuendo
without ever questioning the agenda of those who perpetuate such, are
pitable and ill. You have tried for YEARS, literal YEARS, to take my
pride, my existence, my alliances, my very life for ransom with those
torn out little bits you, who do not know me, pasted to a piece of
paper you choose to call the truth. If only the cruel and unusual like
you could truly erase the past.

You, who don't know me, lose. For if you believe I said I went to
school in Peoria, and to the extreme of tracking down yearbooks to
look me up where I did not go, then it follows as to why you choose to
believe everything else you collect and/or make up.

You're a stalker. I think the deaf and blind can see that by now. You
write the same things about me over and over and over because you're a
lazy stalker. You can't find anything new about me, so you write the
same thing. For years. And years. All things based in a belief in the
words of other people who years ago set out to use me as a conduit to
Dan Fogelberg. And failed.

Back in the day, without knowing anyone or saying a word I was
immediately wildly popular among some Internet Dan fans. Now everyone
likes to be liked, but I didn't for one moment believe I was so darned
interesting all these people would flock to me, claiming things like
wanting to be "the sister I never had" and moving hundreds miles to do
so. I. Was. Aware. And I said so. To many. So if any con who set out
to con me is angry about being counterconned, that has to be too bad.
If you dish it out, you better be ready to take it. There was never,
ever a time I promised anyone a meeting with Dan Fogelberg, nor would
I. Ever. Not done. But imagine if I had. Look at the caliber of people
I would have brought him!

So, be my guest. Continue your quest. You have my permission because
you, who do not know me, of all people, can never get what you want
from me. You can rewrite my history all you want. But that's all it
will ever be. What you write. And what you write is wrong.

You, who likes to paint yourself as the truest and most righteous fan
of Dan Fogelberg...you must really think very little of him if you
think he'd get off on what you do; that the concepts he spins into
music and lyric even vaguely resemble any part of what you are; or
that you sit equal to, much less above, anyone else who refers to
themselves as his fans.

Continue on with what you perceive to be your right and capacity to
judge any and all others, taunt and twist the truth to suit your own
pursuits and play with the minds of those naive or needy enough to buy
into your brand of BS.

And finally, you twit...I've told you before, several times...if you
can copy and collect every single chat, post, instant message and
other weasly thing to spit up at later dates, why can't you get THIS
detail: It's a dissertation not a thesis! D'oh! But, as the person
who pointed me to your post said in instant message: "Nobody said this
freak was educated. LOL."

Janna
Who trashed her own refreshing midnight swim.

P.S. As for getting help...Don't give advice you're not willing to
take.

Plymou...@hotmail.com (Plymouth Lady) wrote in message news:<c26652cb.03051...@posting.google.com>...

It's been years since I felt the need to dig out the hip waders, but I
found it necessary to do so in order to get through yet another
installation of another loooooooong chapter of "Jcrap Revisited".
Save your StJames Shuffle for the two who enjoy it and still believe
it.......you and your magic mirror (which no doubt hangs next to your
imaginary doctorate degree).

You, personally, are of no interest........... you are only a has-been
who has been exposed. The stories told, tales spun, people duped,
lively two-step to cover one lie with another, is the only portion of
interest.