Lisa Perreault

Let me dox my grandfather. Sorry, I don’t keep pictures of him, he’s the one who decided to start sexually abusing me as a young girl, but let me tell you about him cause I hear people are doing that now looking for grandparents. He died in the middle of the road, like a dog, exactly the way I wanted him to. He was a pig of a man he physically abused my grandmother, and also likely my mother and my oldest sister. He taught me some good things, though, he taught me how to befriend wild animals, how to sit quietly and let them come to me, pretty much the same way he groomed me so I guess he was good at what he did. He was a pig of a man towards children, and he had friends who were also pigs against children, he was a raging alcoholic, he would have me steal booze from the paki at the end of the road while he chatted it up with the clerk. He had me steal money out of my grandmother‘s purse so he could go buy booze, he had me hide the booze so nobody but me could find it when he needed it. Everything I learned from him, except for the animal things was wrong. His name was Fritz IHLOFF. He migrated to Mexico from Germany. For a short time, he and my great grandmother were with Pancho Villa and they’re gang, and after doing a few favors, they made it to the US and we’re allowed to be free. How they ever ended up in Connecticut is beyond me. He was the kind of man that everybody that met him had something good to say about him, except for his victims of course, he was the kind of man that made sure that no one would ever believe a bad story about him. He was the kind of man who went his own friends, walked into a room and I would say don’t touch me over and over they would all laugh and wonder what was wrong with me not what was wrong with him. He was a pig of a man. He was never even a United States citizen, didn’t even bother getting a Social Security card and worked for the Mills or for the gas station down the street under the table. He was a pig of a man. He had to smell a smell I hope to never smell again, but I always knew when he was standing in the doorway, even though my eyes were shut tight and the blankets were pulled over my head I could smell him coming. It was a combination of foul body odor of someone who hadn’t bathed mixed with copious amounts of alcohol and he always had a Paul (Ma) in his hands. I can’t tell you how many times he burned me with those cigarettes. Most of the time wasn’t even on purpose. He was so distracted with his assaults on me that he forgot they were still lit. My grandfather was a pig of a man.

Trying to put the blame on Meredith, basically accusing her of multiple crimes again, was a joke? Trying to harm her reputation was a joke?

Tell everyone you can!

I am not watching the Sandra Birchmore trial because it’s too hard for me due to my cPTSD. I have followed different platforms discussions and do daily searches about the trial. I’m also interested in others interpretations of GSEs coverage because he tends to have a “way” of including his personal bias when reporting. I first saw this during his coverage of the CCC. This was an easy find tonight and comes from interpretations of those without a personal history as I do with Grant. I often get accused of hating Grant, I don’t hate Grant, I love Grant, but I don’t like Grant, I don’t trust Grant, and I don’t like the harm he has caused. Google search parameters: misquotes by grant smith ellis in sandra birchmore trial Grant Smith Ellis has faced criticism for inaccuracies or paraphrasing rather than providing verbatim transcripts of testimony during the Sandra Birchmore trial. [1] Reported discrepancies and omissions in his coverage include: •Who was denying paternity: He stated that Sandra Birchmore told two people the baby wasn't [Matthew Farwell's], whereas the testimony indicated that Farwell was the one denying the baby was his. [1] • •Suicide attempt timeline: He missed that Sandra did not attempt suicide in January 2021, and instead told a witness (Pickard) that she had experienced or attempted suicide at some point in the past. [1] • •Medical details: He missed details regarding medical testimony, such as Dr. V discussing whether Prozac and Zoloft are the same. [1] • •Evidence details: Observers noted he omitted details like the federal investigators not having Sandra Birchmore's necklace in their possession •

As an atheist, I am a better Christian than many Christians. This makes sense to me, though, because she’s talking about Grant, who talks a lot about God and prayer, but he forgets to tell you how much hate he has within him. I know this because I have heard come out of his mouth how much hate he has in his heart.

Grant being exactly who I have told you he is.

The best thing you can be on social media is authentic. If you are authentic, you don’t have to worry about what other people think about you, only what you think about you. Others will always find a reason to dislike you if it suits their purpose or falls within their agenda.

I always felt like my tribal grandmother, who was married to my abuser, chose me to teach things. I won’t repeat the word she called them to respect culture. I felt like she chose to teach me how to see because she knew he was hurting me and in her own strange way it was her way of teaching me to protect myself. The funny part of it is, she could’ve protected me, but chose not to because what was happening to me took the abuse off of her, so maybe she was teaching me in thanks for absorbing the abuse she had dealt with for decades. First, she taught me how to see, for her it was playing cards, for her grandmother. It was palms, many of the women in our tribe used different methods to see, and I was very good at it. When I moved back here to Connecticut, I would read for Tribal members during our cultural week, some of the things I could see shocked even me when they were proven true. Two examples but there are many. One was a Tribal leader, he sat for his reading and I was so confused so I just started talking and I said this doesn’t make sense to me, but I hope it does to you. I told him that around the first of the year people would see him differently, like as a different person they wouldn’t recognize him and that he was hiding. As I was telling him these things his face went blank and he held my hands and he says you have no idea how right you are, but you will when the time comes. It turns out he was getting ready to do the show Undercover Boss, even his own son didn’t recognize him. The second was a young man going off to college, I had been reading for him for a few years and I asked him if he was planning on playing sports and he said yes, and I told him he was going to break his left leg and then he needed to protect it. That is exactly what happened. He broke his left leg in the game. I was very good at seeing, but there was something I was much better at which was using the shadows to solve problems. There were rules to using such things, only to be used when all other remedies were exhausted. She taught me that sometimes it doesn’t work right away, but if the spirits agreed with my request they would act at the right time, that my job as the one calling on those spirits was to to be clear and truthful with my intentions, be persistent, and show them that I would not give up on Justice. I will never use what I was taught again, but I can tell you that there is power that we just can’t see or touch, that listen and will do what we ask of them when the time is right and if the circumstances are right I focused all of the spiritual energy I had every day on one person, once I moved away and joined the military could no longer be a buffer and the target to protect the young girls in my family or the young girls in his neighborhood so every day I did what I was taught , used the words with intent, and my minds eye envisioning him laying dead in the middle of the road, the road he walked down so many times holding my hand leading me to one of his hiding places so he could abuse me. When I got the call that he had died, I asked my mother how it happened, and she said he died in the middle of the road and then she told me exactly where and it was the place I envisioned. That’s when I realize that what I was taught was powerful and that I should never use it again and I never have. I feel like I was given a gift that I was only meant to use once, the results allowed me to not live every day in fear, not of what would happen to me, but what would happen to someone else. I like to believe that the day he died other young girls were saved.

I know it’s hard when people throw so much hate out there, but I’m pretty disappointed seeing AI imagery of violence as well as sexual violence against a person because many don’t like that person. This is not something we should be celebrating. Please do better because I know you can do better.

This sounds yummy. Has anyone tried anything like it?

Beautiful