Human Pinata, or How to Be a "Man."

[Jester]

Latest update: Through the grapevine I heard that BB was going to surrender to the authorities tonight. I don't know how reliable my information is, but that is what I heard. As of right this moment, however, according to the appropriate website, he has not yet been arrested.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

So I was talking to TD tonight.

I believe I mentioned on this thread that I had told her that I was posting her story, and that she had pretty much an entire website behind her. And she was touched.

Well, tonight was an interesting conversation.

JESTER: "Remember I told you that everyone on the website is pulling for you?"
TD: "Yeah."
JESTER: "Something I didn't tell you....a lot of them think of you as a hero."
TD: "Me? A hero? Yeah, right. I can't even get my life in order, how the hell am I a hero?"
JESTER: "Because you are doing something that very few women in your position have had the guts to do, and are following through on it rather than just repeating your mistakes, and are doing all this despite the cops dragging their feet the whole time. You may not see it as being a hero, but a lot of other people, who are sick to death of watching other women repeat their mistakes over and over again, do. They really do."

TD thought about it, and teared up a bit.

Thanks, guys. From TD and especially from me. Thank you. Thank you.

Maybe that will be what it takes. That little bit of strength, that little bit of knowing what it's like to have someone believe in her.

Thanks for sharing that, Jester.

[Jester]

Much is afoot.

First, a bit of background that I failed to provide earlier that I have been meaning to mention. To wit, BB has told TD in the past that "where he comes from, this is the way it's done." Meaning that this is the way men treat women. Some people would say he is being "old school."

Well.....I kind of know where he is from, geographically speaking, as do other people I know. Means nothing. Many people from that same area are decent people, and would never think of this as normal or acceptable behavior. As for the "old school" nonsense? My father was born in 1932, my stepfather in 1931, and my two grandfathers in 1897 and 1901. THEY are old school. I also have met many an old ranch hand and cowboy out in Arizona. THEY are old school. Not ONE of them would ever think to raise their hand to a woman, let alone one they professed love for. My father had one hell of a temper, and would yell and scream and shout, and he and my mother got in many arguments. While Dad was not above threatening the kids with his belt (and occasionally using it, though I can't say I actually remember that happening), he never once hit Mom, nor even raised his hand to do so, nor did Mom ever fear that happening. They were just arguing. And the old cowboys I know were very old school. So old school that if they saw BB do what BB did to TD, they would be shocked, appalled, and pissed off, and deal with it in an old school way: knock BB upside the head to knock him out, roll him up in a blanket, tie that to the bumper of a truck, and drag him through the desert behind said truck. They call this a desert drag, my friends. THAT is old school. HIS shit? Is just lame.

Item #2: I mentioned a couple of days ago that finally the appropriate agency sought and received a warrant for BB's arrest on the charge of battery. Well, BB got wind of this (don't ask for the details, not clear on them myself, but apparently he knew after he was released from cuffs the first time that something might be following), and after a couple of days, turned himself in today. Now, we weren't certain about this, as the cops never called TD (they have been rather exasperating this whole time, to be honest), but TD heard about it from an old neighbor. To double check this, I called the jail, and sure enough, he was in fact in custody. And there was much rejoicing!

Item #3: With BB in custody, we figured it would be a great time to go get TD's stuff from his house. So, we jumped in the Jestermobile and headed that way. After a bit, I had a thought, and called back the jail to make sure he was still in custody. He was. How long would it be till he was out? We knew he'd have to post a bond, but we didn't know if he had. Turns out when we called the second time he HAD already posted bond, but it would be about an hour or two at the least before he was fully processed out. Thank goodness for bureaucracy! We raced up to his place, got her stuff in record time, threw it in the Jestermobile, and were out of there lightning fast, successful in our "surgical strike" of getting in, getting her stuff, and getting out. After all, we didn't REALLY know how much time we had....the staff at the jail might be in error with the time frame. Lord knows the cops have not been the most informative folks in this whole situation up to now! Anyway, the way we figure it, he waited the couple days to turn himself in until he had arranged the finances so he would be able to bond out, either through a bail bondsman or on his own. Sneaky little devil, that one.

But we got in and out fast, got back to her new place, unloaded everything quickly (I called in my friends who lived in the neighborhood to help unload) and got TD out to a bar to drink heavily, which she did in fact do. And everyone was happy! And there was much rejoicing!

But TD is still worried, and nervous, and scared, and on Wednesday morning, she gets to go into court to attempt to get the temporary restraining order permanent. Which will put her one more step towards ending this nightmare. Of course, the step after that will be even more "entertaining": his adjudication on the battery charge. I have no doubt he will plead not guilty to that. At least, I hope he will, so when the medical and police reports of his handiwork are presented, the little bastard will get the maximum sentence possible.

Now, I have offered to be there Wednesday for the restraining order hearing, but TD seems determined to do this one on her own (with the official victim's advocate counselors), as she doesn't want to have the crutch (her word) of her friends' moral support. That being said, I have told her that if she changes her mind, to call me no matter how early, and I will be there.

Side story: Saturday night (the night of me sending ten foot flames into the night sky from the back of a boat for the entertainment of the teeming masses) TD was at work, waiting tables. At one of her tables was a group of bikers, three guys and one girl. (Please, don't take the following as an indictment of all bikers--most of y'all rock.) At one point, when one of the bikers was passing her coming back from the restroom, he noticed her (now fading) black eye, and said, "So, was that from the first or second time you didn't listen?" I guess he thought he was funny. He wasn't. TD was initially stunned into not saying anything, but finally looked him in the eye and said "FUCK YOU!"

She then tried to give the table away to another server, but when the other server found out why, the other server said "Hell no, I am not serving that prick!" and went and told the manager about the incident. At which point the manager marched out to the table and, despite their food being just about ready, told them in no uncertain terms that they were no longer welcome in that establishment. And basically had the business eat an $80 tab. The good thing in all this, besides the manager rocking and TD not having to deal with that asshat, is that the one woman in the group apparently was all over the asshat about it, trying to get him to apologize to TD, and we have no doubt she gave him shit for being the cause of them being tossed and not getting the dinner they had ordered.

I TOLD you there was much afoot!

More updates after Wednesday morning's hearing!

[Saydrah]

Jester, with your posts to read, I don't need a life. I'm exhausted, confused, and elated already. I could just stay home with pizza delivery and intimate female items and live vicariously through you.

[Jester]

Amusingly, several of my friends have told me that in the past.....well, without the intimate female items, that is. My life is definitely entertaining, if nothing else!

[Amethyst Hunter]

At least, I hope he will, so when the medical and police reports of his handiwork are presented, the little bastard will get the maximum sentence possible.

I suppose it's wishful thinking to hope that the maximum sentence would consist of ... *leads crowd in chorus of 'CHIP -PER! CHIP - PER!'*

But seriously, may BB get his ass handed to him on a silver platter with a garnish.

At one point, when one of the bikers was passing her coming back from the restroom, he noticed her (now fading) black eye, and said, "So, was that from the first or second time you didn't listen?" I guess he thought he was funny. He wasn't. TD was initially stunned into not saying anything, but finally looked him in the eye and said "FUCK YOU!"

...wow. Just...wow.

Good on TD for telling that rank spoogebag off! *waves TD flag* And kudos to the manager for giving him the boot!

[marasbaras]

Wow ... let's hope that Big Boy falls underneath a semi and is accidentally run over ten or twelve times.

[marasbaras]

I might ammend that to "eyes, knees, balls only if it's a gimee." Men instinctively guard their genitals. They EXPECT you to try for a crotch shot. Wasted shot, going for the balls right out of the gate. I think the eyes are the best target. Throat is good too, though. I just think eyes throw a person off more when you make that your target. It will take him by surpise and he might leave his junk unguarded for a second. THEN you go for the groin.

Knees first. Throat is a bit of a reach as the girl is usually shorter than the boy.

Groin: we'll block it. 99% of the time. I had a psycho (she had the controlled-like-oxy psychoactive prescription drugs to prove it! which I found out too late) girlfriend at one time in my distant past. While we were breaking up, she went for a cheap groin shot. I blocked it without even thinking.

Nail the guy in the knees. While he's crouched over a little ... go for the neck and eyes.

[XCashier]

Good on TD for telling that rank spoogebag off! *waves TD flag* And kudos to the manager for giving him the boot!

And for the lady with the party for ripping the jerk a new one! Seriously, some folks just have no couth whatsoever.

I too am hoping for the maximum for BB. Though a fun ride through Mr. Chipper would be good, too. Maybe use his toxic remains for weed control or roach bait?

[Amethyst Hunter]

Maybe use his toxic remains for weed control or roach bait?

I don't know...that could constitute destruction of the environment and insect abuse.

[Geek King]

Now, I have offered to be there Wednesday for the restraining order hearing, but TD seems determined to do this one on her own (with the official victim's advocate counselors), as she doesn't want to have the crutch (her word) of her friends' moral support. That being said, I have told her that if she changes her mind, to call me no matter how early, and I will be there.

Now that she has seen the light about being a punching bag, the next lesson she needs is that friendship is never a crutch. It is a support, and sometimes a load-bearing wall, but never a crutch.

Nontheless, I'm sure you'll be there for her in spirit, if not in person. Let her know she has people who have never even met her, barring your descriptions of her, who are pulling for her to kick that bastard's kiester in court.

[iradney]

Now that she has seen the light about being a punching bag, the next lesson she needs is that friendship is never a crutch. It is a support, and sometimes a load-bearing wall, but never a crutch.

No, Geek King, friendship is a wonderbra. It gives you lift and increases the size of your...er...confidence

[Broomjockey]

No, Geek King, friendship is a wonderbra. It gives you lift and increases the size of your...er...confidence

Maybe friendship is a jockstrap. It supports you, helps protect your sensitive side, and can be gross sometimes.

[Saydrah]

Friendship is a thong. Sometimes it can be a real pain in the ass, and on a bad day it gets crappy, but it covers you where you're sensitive, keeps you safe from harm (read: jean chafing), and it makes you feel good knowing you've got it on underneath everything else, and that shines through and makes you strut and look sexy.

[rvdammit]

Friendship is helping move the body.