Fair Warning... the bitch is back

I have to keep my dark sense of humor (dark and twisted as it may be) in order to survive the reality that is soooooo fucked up no one believed me until they saw the paperwork with their own two eyes.  

Back in 2009, everyone from my Congressman to my councilman was trying to figure out what the fuck happened and why no one picked up on it earlier. My Congressman (Representative Jim Cooper) who gave me an A- when I took his course at the Owen Graduate School of Management at Vanderbilt University confessed to me that my case was so complicated that he could think of an attorney who would be able to understand the myriad of legal complexities as well as I could; and therefore could not make a referral-- nor could he help me find any resolution to this unprecedented comedy of errors.

So these are the things I write about... very funny to watch or listen to but a very painful reality to live with, thus the name Reality Bytes.

I actually got a parking ticket once for not parking between the lines.  How many people can say that?

So the events of my life are unfolding down to the tiniest detail such as the fact that my social security number was reissued in another state four years after I was born.

So even if it is all in my head, or I'm making it up to test a new screenplay, I can say that whoever gets the story, it is a win-win.

Because if it is true, it is a wild fucking story of power and corruption and the real cost to the average citizen like myself.  If it's not true, then it is such a good story anyway that nothing else matters,

Instead of being silenced or accused of being crazy and delusional, I will be celebrated for being creative and brilliant. But even the most brilliant among us would have to be either pretty resourceful or pretty bored to construct such a detailed and compelling story.

Many people have heard my story or read bits and pieces; and maybe it touches them for a second or two.  Others become obsessed with the finest details of my life from what I'm wearing to what I am watching on TV that they lose sight of the fact that I am a real person dealing with real issues and not a muse or comic book character here for their entertainment.  People have sold T-shirts with my name on it, created fake podcasts and many people are profiting off my name, likeness, and original works. 

That makes me sick. 

So many people think I am a fictitious character, and others have created fake accounts using social engineering and fake identities with complete disregard to how it effects ones life to have 65 fake ELyssaD's posing for webcams and creating fake identities to promote their own agendas, albeit money, entertainment, or just for the Lulz. They don't know what it is like to see all of your accomplishments and professionalism turned into joke and seeing fake notices of your death or finding that all publications are systematically being destroyed to cover up for their reckless and ILLEGAL behavior. TAX DAY FOR THE 501(C) LULZ

ONE LOGIN = ONE FELONY. 

But I don't see anyone being held accountable for destroying my intellectual property, my reputation or my credibility.  SOCIAL ENGINEERING FOR LULZ

Ultimately, it doesn't make a difference to the casual observer what it actually feels like to be living with this knowledge and grave injustice day in and day out year after year with no end in sight.POLICE CORRUPTION: THE CRIME THAT WON'T GO DOWN

So for those of you who are taking a moment to walk in or out of my life, take a deep breath and thank your lucky stars for whatever family, friends, or neighbors you have in your life to keep you safe. Jew for Justice: Finding my Religion

And maybe, just maybe, you will appreciate your world and your life just a little bit more today by taking a glance into mine.

SO, I will leave you with that little bit of insight into the one (and only) ELyssa Danielle Durant in the United States of America today because I am tired of people asking all the wrong questions, and both disgusted and bored by those who can't tell the difference between me and the countless fakes that have been created online to discredit me and entertain the blind masses.

In reality, people are overly concerned with the most insignificant, fictitious, or inconsequential things they have read or heard online or from the many people who claim to "know" me that I sometimes wonder if anyone really knows me at all with the exception of maybe one or two people that see me for who I am and what I represent. WRITING WRONGS

 So let's be real for a minute... many of you see me as a casualty, or desperately cling to any faults I have: real, imagined, or manufactured. Others are desperately hoping I am either crazy, stupid, or somehow so far from normal so you can go on believing that I somehow got what I deserved. The Really, Really Giving Tree

But most of you need to believe that I am somehow profoundly different from what you see in the mirror, because chances are I am smarter, prettier, and better educated than the majority of people reading this. 

And the very thought of someone who comes from a wealthy, well educated, well respected, well known family who attended the best schools and the best parties, could fall so far from grace scares the living crap out of you. 

I am the 1%. CIA: THE COMPANY

So don't leave me insincere messages or send me e-vites to rooftop parties or any of that other bullshit. 

Because I remember each and every single one of you and I don't remember too many of you lifting a single finger to help me when I was diagnosed or needed a ride to surgery when they found the lump in my breast or the 14mm tumor on my spine. 

What I do remember are the whispers behind my back after I lost my home, my job, my car, and any respect I ever had for those of you who didn't think to call me or lift a finger to help.  

People of privilege, people on the "A list" people who knew me for fifteen years or longer found it easier to believe that I had lost my mind rather than pick up the phone or come see me when my story went public.  

People in mansions and penthouses who couldn't even help me by taking in my cat until I found a safe place to live... or people who were too busy to call me, but NOT to busy to ask for my support [publicly] to further their political careers.  

So,  let's face it, unless you are prepared to help find me a job, or donate a few hours of tech support, or look me in the eye, don't expect me to donate money or my time to your campaign. I'd rather cash in on a tell all book about all you fuckers who still think it can't happen to you.

So to all of you A-listers, guess what... I'm back. And worse... I moved into your little gentrified neighborhood. I remember everything, so here's to you Mrs. Robinson.... 

So ask me no more questions about what happened, or where I disappeared to for the last three years while I fought tooth and nail to stay alive in the very worst of circumstances in a city that is so corrupt, it makes LA and Philly look good.  POLICE CORRUPTION: THE CRIME THAT WON'T GO DOWN

Besides, unless your prepared to help me find work or have the authority to fix whatever it is that is broken in the "system" that allowed this to happen IN YOUR BACKYARD, then you really have no business questioning my actions or motives.  CIA CORRUPTION IN TENNESSEE

See you soon....   let this be your only warning.  You know how to reach me. You just don't know how to reach inside yourself.

^ed over and out.

NOTE TO SELF: don't edit simple blog posts on tax day! ;)

ps The book deal WILL be scandalous. So unless your initials are JY, RB, AD, EK, RLC, DD, JK, GA, GP, FH, BT,  good luck with that.... paybacks are a bitch, and so am I! *WINK* 

Firing Squad

speechless. it is difficult to even formulate a complete sentence.

this is not new. the violence the corruption, "the terror of knowing what this world is about..."

yet we fail to act. as a society we look away or we blame the victim because it easier than taking action and demanding reform and accountability.

enough is enough.

am i only person who is outraged?

disgusted and resigned.

despite overwhelming evidence of corruption and excessive use of force, violence and terror against the people of this country, we allow it to continue.

i will never feel safe in this country. i will never feel safe in this community. this little town.

i have no where to run to. no place to go should i need to escape the deadly violence that i know a times can be all too real.

i can not think of a single place anywhere that i might have access to. or even find transportation or an an evacuation if ever ordered to evacuate or should i feel the desire or need to leave all by myself.

wow.

i have no rights. i have no community. i have no reasonable expectation for anything to change today, tomorrow, next week or next year. i am trapped.

i also do not believe there is anything i might do today that will make things a little bit better for someone else tomorrow.

i will never feel safe. not here, not anywhere.

i can not say for sure that i would call the police next time i was either a victim or a witness to a crime in my own backyard.

not because i am afraid to get involved or fear gangs or thugs~ because i trust my instincts, and know when something is wrong.

something is wrong.

something has been wrong for a very long time.

this is not new. the violence the corruption, "the terror of knowing what this world is about..."

27 years ago this week, a coordinated effort between the united states government, the Philadelphia police department and counterintelligence [interesting concept] conspired to carry out what could become one of the greatest massacre in us history.

the crime that won't go down.

west philadelphia. osage avenue. 11 people. 5 children. one survivor.

people can not understand my deep connection to the people who died that day or the families that stayed behind hoping that the people if this nation would rebuild their homes after using extraordinary to means to silence the vice of a man who believed in the right to be free.

Vincent Leaphart was a voice to be reckoned with.

A voice that sounded just a little like my own. a little bit radical and a whole lot misunderstood. He was a voice that needed to be heard because he was ordered to be silenced.

The Powers That Beat.

When the United States failed to convict him in 1978, "the people" did not rest their case.

they just changed the rules of the game, and i know them all too well.

i was 12 years old at the time.

something was brewing.

i was living in an upper middle class suburban neighborhood outside of Philadelphia. bucks county, pa.

my father, a well spoken, well educated, and well respected member of the community took me into the the closet to show me where to get the guns. extra bullets, of course were in a bucket in the basement. under the stairs in where there was limited light and space to move about freely.

he stood behind me with his arms on tops of my own and held my hands together. the whole time correcting my posture and my stance using the force of his arms and his grip around my arms and my body as i held the gun with both hands.

it was probably one of the few times i remember him being so close to me physically. his rested on top of mine adding additional pressure demanding a calm, steady and calculated response.

i was trained. to stay calm, and stay in control as the helicopters began to take position over the city of brotherly love.

i learned how to stay calm in and around a fucking god damned massacre.

he had his arms around me to exert his position and to steady the gun should i falter, should i flinch.

marksman first class.

you don't just aim, fire, and hope for the best. you shoot to kill.

watch so he could stand behind me and watch me take aim. suburban and i already knew how to shoot a gun,

how many twelve year olds can say that?

so next time, boys, i won't be calling you. besides, from what i can tell you keep pretty close under the radar.

so when see the car parked outside my window for four hours at a time, yeah, i may stutter and i may fall, but i like father like daughter, i will come around.

and you can be sure that if i managed to stay alive after what happened last summer, you be sure of one thing... this is far from over.

no. i do not trust the boys in blue. i do not trust the my neighbors or community to do the right thing in the midst of a crisis. i barely have it in me to give a crap what happens to people in "my" community. those who turned away made jokes, or came up with their own version of actually went down that day, and in the months that followed.

it really is too late for apologies. i know you heard me. i also have the phone records and every letter and email that was sent through the "proper channels"

it won't save me. but if I'm lucky, i just might get a ticket out of here so i can actually breathe freely and walk out beneath the shadows, the shadows of death.

i simply can not watch this video without wondering how we allow this behavior to continue despite the overwhelming evidence that we are all at risk of being victimized by those we trust will be there to protect us.

remember this... you have no rights!

Know Words

YOU BET YOUR LIFE IT IS... YOU BET YOUR LIFE!

apathy... it never really happened until it happens to you!

#apathy #WEareNASHVILLE #dealwithit #BlackSheep #family #ONE #KnewWords #KnowWords

The Daily Dose of TMI: May 13, 2010 : THE COINTELPRO LEGACY

Daily dose of TMI: May 13, 3010

Staus: Halted in progress (yay me @ElyssaD)

I don't if know if you received this email. My netbook crashed as I

was sending and it froze for 26 hours.

But I did the information for SafeLink program which is wonderful

because my extremely "bazaar" and changes the cell service every few

days without informing me. Tmobile will not provide information at all

so I can't access email because they reset the password. Itonically, the ONE legal snafu with that lttle welfare phone...  the bitch fucked me there too... by claiming me AGAIN as a dependent in New York State.

As you know she claimed as a dependent on her tax returns without my

consent or knowledge.

The IRS informed me of this breach since every time I went to file my

taxed they were rejected by the IRS because it showed up a duplicate

Tax (Social Security ID)

She claims that her accountant did and she knew nothing about it (if

you could only picture my face and feel the sarcasm in voice as I am

forced to repeat this information time and time again to any and all

"agencies" who make inquired) she however does see this as a problem

and refuses to file an amended return (cost $70.00) so once again I am

rendered incapable of establishing independent (in every sense of the

word)

In addition, my father, well... Here we go...

My father as you know agreed to be my representative payee for Social

Security disability. Obviously that was a big mistake on my part and

has yet to be resolved. Congressman Cooper's office totally dropped

the ball and said there is nothing they can do. I requested that

reopen the investigation, and despite my persistent nice (which is both

annoying and immense) they simply do pretend that I don't exist.

Governor Bredesen sent an email telling me to call the President.

Seriously, are you kidding me?

So this is where we stand: no Social Security never received the money

that received in IOTOLA account during the months I spent sleeping in

my car or at the lake last summer.

And yes. I did spend a week or so at "The Mission" when I ran out of

gas, energy, and hope last August. My father still was receiving the

money, but did not pay bills, or release to me in time to prevent the

inevitable total disconnection of any and all services (utilities)

making it near impossible to re-establish service. They required

excessive fees for deposits and past due balances.

As per federal law, my father, Marc Durant is responsible for paying

those fees as they were a direct result of his failure to act in my

best interest but also a breach of fiduciary duty.

Now, to make matters worse, every time they seem to locate the

paperwork it gets redirected to the Philadelphia field office. So

The US Dept of Treasury located the funds that were never sent "in

error" some bank account (probably in the Cayman's or wherever rich

people go to hide there money ~ note both the sarcasm and the simple

fact that this is most likely true. It is sad that even to put in

these little side notes to even use the one things that through this

mess...

Dark sarcasm and a little bit of humor. I'm sick of making

excuses for these people (mother: Karen, and father: Leslie Marc

Durant) so I am laying it down on the table for whomever it cares to

question and blame me for this "unfortunate situation..

These are the facts. And I need to take a break because my fingers are

getting cramps and my back is in spasm.

But I will continue to "the facts" out as long so that I can be free

of the constant struggle to be independent, self-sufficient and

EMPLOYED! This is absurdity and I realize I have people who do see the

obvious truth here. Yet in the real world and the everyday struggle to

be "human" continues.

My mother will always be #batshitcrazy. My father will always be #abovethelaw.

But I will not always have the strength or the ability to communicate

effectively given my financial, physical and emotional reality.

I am aware. I am aware that this is too much for one person to handle

and I don't blame those walk away in disgust and frustration because

they don't understand the intricate details of the law or the immense

emotional drama AND trauma that I face each day without resolution.

I understand that people need to believe that these are the ramblings

of a mad woman. If that were true I would say by all means, give me

the strongest does of anti psychotics asap. As I think most people are

starting to realize, unfortunately, these facts check out.

There is no treatment for the habitual and continued ignorance of the

public at large.

It is not my job soothe them or educate them as in law, sociology, and

"the world according to me @ElyssaD"

I do the best I can because I know how serious and pervasive certain

components of my story ring true for a number of people.

I will do the best I can to fight that stigma and the emotional

torture I live with every single say.

Godammit, I hope this thing sends. It is bad enough that I am typing

all this shit on cell phone because AT&T wants a $400 non refundable

fee plus $150 deposit, plus $49 for installation for internet

So in the spirit of which it was intended: Send, send, send!

and don't bounce back now, ya hear?

Wishing myself luck. I know these words are dangerous to some,

especially in light of the guy who got arrested for sending out a

threatening tweet. Yeah, ~ insert sarcasm about here ~ if you think

my words are "dangerous" than you need you deserve to be scared!

(Laughs to oneself as I know I am not a physical threat to anyone but

let's face it, if you don't get it you never will. And if this is a

lesson is Social Darwinism, let the dumb ones live in fear! And to

quote (without permission or proper citation to be added!) But

"If this tweet offends you, probably deserve it!"

 @icpchad Yes. I am aware. Now format this bitch and enter it into your contest.

I deserve win something. Maybe an iTHINGY or iNTERNET. Not just iWANT

that is a legitimate iNEED in the world I live in.

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---------- Forwarded message ----------

From: Elyssa Durant

Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 19:32:58 -0500

Subject: New Microsoft Office Word Document

To: elyssa.durant@yahoo.com, ELYSSA DURANT

Thanks Stacy... I had a hearing at Social Security about two weeks ago.

Very depressing. It cost $44 to or transportation, and they already

reversed the decision now I have to go back again and file the same

paperwork.

I have not received anything from Section 8 which has me concerned,

and my I am a really difficult time with without internet, TV,

transportation.... or even a library w/in walking distance.

Especially with the weather this weekend... I had no idea until I

heard the sirens. and then of everything was closed... and in 'the

hood" it is cash culture, so of course ppl became very aggressive [aka

mean] fighting over bottle of water and at the gas station when they

reopened.

my mother cancelled changed the password on the "family plan" after we

had "words" regarding well... really nothing... but today has just

been especially difficult since I don't have reliable phone service...

which of course is both a security and comfort issue for someone who

writes as a form of therapy..

I just this alert on my computer email... I don't even know where to start...

I received the invitation to the info session on WIPA that you guys

did...unfortunately transportation is problematic.

I have been receiving of lot of from people online... as silly as it

sounds there are so many ppl isolated and lonely. So I found they have

forums for ppl with PTSD and it has been very helpful to have eed back

that I am not the only one feeling left behind in the disability

movement.

Apparently I managed to reach a few ppl locally who call [my number is

public] to ask if I had any success with the housing and re-employment

programs. it makes me feel like I can be of some service to the

community... social services just got hear so I need to sign off but I

have received so many fraud alert that other people e.g., EFF and

other human right agencies have started to ask about my story.

All I can say is that I did write a review online for the Ctr 4 Ind

living at disabilty.gov website when they were looking to for feedback

on reemployment programs... I also had an I usa today and the

hufffington post that made me hopeful and regret at the same time...

this is a recent post ii got tons of feed back on... it is long, but

ppl really seen=m to relate...

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I was just wondering how things are going and if you are doing ok.

Please let me know!

Hope you are well.

Thanks,

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