ADDRESSING BARBARA HARTWELL’S COMPULSIVE ATTACKS

Yet she continuously attacks me, tries to discredit me and even was so lame as to publish my real name,  as if it is a secret.

Oh, heavens to Betsy.  I have mentioned my REAL name, Howard Nemaizer on air many times and use Howard Nema simply because it has been my stage name as a musician and it is easy to remember.  There is no great “deception” or alias.  I don’t know if I can say that about BH, but I don’t attack others and normally ignore inaccurate rantings.

BH ‘s obsession with trying to discredit me should be very revealing to those who know me and my work; and now the absence of any of the material BH claims I refuse to remove should set the record straight.   But BH keeps stalking me and posting disinformation as a good CIA cointelpro operative does.

Like the fact I was asked to do a local radio show on UNITED FM RADIO by owner Keith Mutch, who saw my appearance on WAPJ and invited me to do a weekly 3 hr show.

It had been a year since I did any live radio and I agreed.  We did several shows before I quit due to owner Keith Mutch’s shock jock style attacking residents, many I know in town,  which caused great conflict and guilt by association with some of my friends here in Torrington, who informed me that Keith was convicted of felony arson.

I don’t need people like Keith Mutch  in my life any more than I need Barbara Hartwell in my life.    In any case, BH benefited far more from our association than I did, despite her lies, cries of outrage and crocodile tears.

You see, I QUIT  long before BH posted that I was a radio host on UNITED FM.

Get your facts straight, Barbara if you are going to accuse people, unless facts and truth no longer matter to you.

I remember when I thought they did.    Your actions make me question everything you have ever confided in me with and everything we discussed on radio shows.    You revealed your true self by attacking me.  And I am sorry we ever met, Barbara.

Honestly, much as I thought  I knew Barbara Hartwell,  I clearly did not know her at all .       But I know her now and I know her game:

By their fruits shall we know them.

There has been much omitted from her attacks like the money I gave her and took her in when she faced homelessness.  Barbara Hartwell lived at my home rent free in “squalor” for six weeks eating fried shrimp and filet minion provided by yours truly.

There are lots of questions Bab’s refuses to answer publicly.

Why isn’t Barbara with her own family on Thanksgiving?

Why won’t her OWN family help her?   She has a son who refused to help her until I left her on his doorstep in  Hyde Park, NY, as a last resort.  He was FORCED to take her in.

And why did she turn on me,  after claiming to be so desperate and on the verge homelessness  then complain how I displaced her when she was going to be thrown out on the street?

I think she thought she had found another sucker to pay her bills.  Her vindictive attacks are as relentless as her pursuit of  “donations”.

My wife didn’t like the idea at all, but she went along with it and we took Barbara in.

In those 6 weeks she didn’t lift a finger to help around the house and even disobeyed wishes to make her presence living in Our home a secret from my in-laws and neighbors, who ultimately informed my landlord, by which time my wife was already quite sick of Barbara and her non-conformity of house rules:  smoking in the house, spilling coffee and wine and leaving tobacco and cigarette butts all around Our property.  It was as if we were the help and she was paying us to be her housekeepers instead of giving her free room and board.

Did I mention that I moved her stuff from Maine to Connecticut for free, in a van I rented and paid for.  The expenses of the move came close to $400.

Did I mention that Dave chauffeured Barbara in her own car from Maine to CT, also for free?

Did I mention that I even paid for a nice meal before we all headed down on the day of the move?

Did I mention that after a month’s notice before we took her in that hardly anything was packed when my friend Dave and I arrived and that we had to do basically all the packing?

All BH could muster in her tirades about Dave, was to ridicule him and call him a drunk.

Speaking of drunks.

BH couldn’t wait for me to return to get her wine that very first day.   She  borrowed $10 from my wife and had my 13 year old son drive with her in her own car to show to show her where the package store was.    Talk about a drunk.

Here are the squalid conditions of the room Barbara stayed and was forced to endure, complete with fireplace:

There was NO gratitude, only empty words of gratitude. . .and lies.

Clearly, Barbara also has selective memory.

The first opportunity BH  had to “blow her cover” with my in-laws happened that Thanksgiving eve, when she claimed being so exhausted, she couldn’t wait for my in-laws to leave and reported she was going to go to bed, causing immediate and constant conflict.   BH  knew that day that  we told her NOT TO LET ON she was living with us to Our in-laws.

BH also regularly tracked mud and snow through the house on her quarter hourly smoke breaks, which soon become too much of a burden and she would light up in her room, then deny that she was smoking, say she threw cigarette butts in the fireplace.

She literally had zero respect for Our home and like a true sociopath, saw nothing wrong with the way she was conducting herself.

I remained quiet and had many conflicts with my wife as a result, since she was the one cleaning up after Barbara.

Believe me, the 6 weeks were full of conflict between me and my wife. I had Barbara’s back.  In retrospect, I realized how I was duped.

After BH was forced to leave by my landlord, I stored her belongings for more than 6 months for free.

She  then  had the audacity to accuse me of stealing her stuff when movers finally came to get her things.  Apparently BH got a cheap deal by crying poverty and disability.  The movers asked if she was disabled and I told them yes.    They didn’t seem convinced.  I assured them by mentioning she was a whistle-blower.

Apparently, BH didn’t like me invading her privacy to appease the movers who felt they were being played.  I should’ve said, no.  She’s not disabled.  Rake her over the coals.  But by maintaining her disability story, I was invading  her privacy.

Then she disappears from the radar for about a year and then suddenly comes out of the woodwork, not with a phone call, or letter describing any of her so called “concerns” about me, even though she knows my number and my address.

No.  She goes out on the attack  from behind the isolation of her blog instead.

What does that tell you?    BH is happy to invade everyone else’s privacy without any concern , but you best not invade BH’s privacy or there will be relentless  hell to pay.

Barbara Hartwell is a coward. She is such a coward that she can only attack people from behind the veil of her blog.  She doesn’t even permit comments on her blog.

Her goal was never to talk to me, but attack me and stir a response.  She even refused a letter I wrote her, as if I was this horrible fiend who took such advantage of her, invading her privacy, yada, yada, yada.   I held back until now, but I have finally be goaded on enough to speak my peace and put an end to this.

And now, after more than a year in obscurity, Barbara Hartwell  finds herself living in the tony town of Rhinebeck, NY still attacking me?

How’d that all come about?   Where was she?

Who’s paying the bills now?   She claims to be disabled and unable to work a job, but her writing ability seems unaffected and she has no problem polishing off a bottle of wine a day and chain smoking cigarettes, but I digress.

Here is a picture of the “horrible conditions” BH claims to be “forced to tolerate” from Thanksgiving 2014 in my dining room.  Barbara Hartwell is at the  bottom left.  I took the picture.

A picture says a thousand words doesn’t it?

I am certain BH will take every word I write and in true COINTELPRO fashion, twist my words and the truth in an attempt to justify her lies and con-artist-like deceptions, and try to further discredit me as she was so skillfully trained to do by the CIA.

This overall experience has certainly made me see the light about the true character of Barbara Hartwell, the ever persecuted whistleblower and MK ULTRA victim.

To me, what is important is that I now know all I have to know about BH.   I wish her no ill will.   I just kindly ask her to stop her attacks.

If you truly are a  sovereign child of God, Barbara and not a CIA disinformation agent,  do what Jesus would do.  Turn the other cheek as I am going to do–and get on with your life.

Leave me out of it.   But I know you won’t.   You can’t.  There is a gnawing pathology in your bearing of false witness,  cutting and pasting pieces to support your agenda while omitting pieces that dispel it.    You and I both know the truth.

You seek conflict and want to start fights to stimulate responses.

It won’t work.  Sadly, I was a fool.

But no longer.   And I won’t look for a response from you.

I will never visit http://www.barbarahartwellvsCIA.blogspot.com ever again, so continue doing what the CIA trained you to do if you must, or don’t. ( She didn’t)

Either way, I really don’t give a fuck.  (I still don’t)

This is the last you will ever hear from me.

You know exactly what you are doing, Barbara.   And so do I.

I will pray for you.    Sadly, I was a fool.   But no longer.

I cannot stop BH from blathering on and on, but I will not stoop to her level in an attempt to discredit or defame her anymore than she has already done so herself.

I will say that if anyone would like to investigate BH’s claims and derogatory puke about me ,  they will find  no trace of BH anywhere on TRUTH  TALK NEWS or HowardNema.com as she so feverishly insists.

Howard Nemaizer aka Howard Nema

11-9-15