🧻 MESSAGE TO THE FLYER-SCRIBBLER-IN-CHIEF

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I won’t shrink to make you feel tall.


šŸ—Æļø You Wrote:
ā€œStop gloating. Stop suing us. Jerk.ā€

🧠 We Read:
ā€œI don’t understand legal consequences and it makes me upset.ā€


šŸ“£ Let’s Clarify a Few Things:

🪧 ā€œStop gloatingā€
It’s not gloating. It’s called winning in court.
If your board hadn’t broken the law, there’d be nothing to win.
Sorry the truth hurts. May we suggest aloe?

āš–ļø ā€œStop suing usā€
How about: stop giving us reasons to sue?
Violating rights, lying in affidavits, obstructing records, defaming residents –
Are you expecting a fruit basket instead of accountability?

šŸ† ā€œJerkā€
When facts fail, name-calling begins.
If fighting injustice makes me a ā€œjerk,ā€ I accept –
But let’s be clear: this jerk has legal precedent on her side.


āœļø Next Time:
Before grabbing your marker, try grabbing the Condominium Act.
(Or just Google the word ā€œdefamation.ā€)

šŸ’¬ Scribbling insults isn’t participation. It’s vandalism.
And just like everything else around here – we have evidence.


šŸ‘ā€šŸ—Ø Still watching. Still documenting. Still winning.
First of all:
You. Called. Me. A. Jerk.
Because I… won? Because I exercised my legal rights? Because I had the audacity to not sit quietly while being harassed, lied about, and publicly humiliated?

Let me explain something to you, since you seem to be operating on fumes and fragments:

I didn’t enjoy any of this.
I don’t file legal claims for sport.
I wake up with anxiety, go to bed with panic, and live with a constant weight in my chest from having to fight battles I never asked for – just to be treated like a human being.

What you see as ā€œgloatingā€ is me breathing again.
What you call ā€œsuingā€ is me surviving.

  • Taking legal action to defend my rights: not being a jerk.
  • Standing up to people who abused their power: not being a jerk.
  • Winning, because I had facts, truth, and law on my side: still not a jerk.

You know what is a jerk move?

  • Calling a woman names in public because her courage makes you uncomfortable.
  • Siding with people who blew $300,000 of our money trying to silence me.
  • Acting like my resistance is the problem, rather than the injustice that caused it.

So no, I won’t stop suing them.
I won’t stop speaking.
And I won’t shrink to make you feel tall.

If I’ve become louder, it’s because being quiet nearly broke me.
If I seem confident, it’s because I’ve earned it the hard way.
And if you still think I’m the jerk in this story?

You can gloat on this:
I’m still here. Still standing. Still not taking orders from cowards.

So to the man who called me a jerk –
I hope one day, you feel even a fraction of what I lived through.
The sleepless nights. The courtroom panic. The humiliation of being publicly doubted while privately falling apart.
And when you do… I hope no one calls you a jerk for surviving it.

But if they do?
Remember this: You earned it. Just like I earned every damn word, every ruling, and every breath I take with dignity now.

Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.


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