A part of me wants to feel bad for Rian Waters, I really do. I try to muster up some empathy and imagine what it would be like to be an utterly useless shit smear of a human being, completely unemployable and spineless, with the face of a fetal alcohol child. It must really suck. Then I remember that he beat up the mother of his child, killed a dog, and then tried to sue her because he got arrested for breaking the law. My resolve to empathize wanes. Then, he pulls some shit like this latest stunt, and I find myself just really wishing he’d get hit by a bus or something.
In other words, I really hate this chudstuffer. He’s a verified human dumpster fire.
I think anyone with a third grade education at minimum could surmise that he was going to appeal the court’s decision, which completely eviscerated the frivolous complaint he has been wasting the boss’s time with for the past year. That’s a given, because Crian is the biggest bitch to come out of Western Mass, ever, and that is quite the feat. But he really outdid himself on this complaint, from start to finish. Let’s do the play-by-play, starting with the first page:
“I’ll start putting the address again when it’s safe to do so.” Get fucked, you lily-soft, yeast-caked pussy. Show me the police reports where anyone, ever, has shown up to your fucking address because you put it in court documents. They haven’t, they don’t exist. Here’s an idea, if you’re truly in fear for your life – stop being such a flaming sack of worthless dog shit. Just for five minutes of your meaningless life. People might like you more. You won’t, though, because you’re not in fear for your fucking life. Here, take a card.
The motion then continues on, to nitpick every little immaterial inaccuracy listed in the court’s decision, as if that makes even so much as an iota of a difference.
It doesn’t. The judge could have erroneously called Samantha Cardin your neighborhood mail carrier, Rian, and it doesn’t change the fact that you did this to her.
You limp-dicked, fetal alcohol looking objective moron.
Then, in the most sleazy, butthurt, bitch-ass move imaginable, Crian, who feels it “unsafe” to properly file court documents by including his address, actually starts making threats to then try to leverage the court into bending to his will.
“This courts refusal to allow me to be fairly heard (you were fairly heard, fucknut – your complaint was just bullshit) initially hurt my roommates (who cares), my first witness (who cares), my daughter (the only thing that hurts her is you), and myself the most (good.)”
“But long term this courts refusal to protect my rights is hurting the Defendants the most. If I was fairly heard I would have never filed a criminal complaint against Aidan Kearney. If I don’t get an opportunity to fairly provide evidence in 1879CV00344, I will file a new separate lawsuit for malicious prosecution against Samantha Cardin, and after an immediate deposition I will not only win by summary judgement, but I will also file criminal perjury charges against her.”
Those are the words of a fucking terrorist. Allow me to translate for you, “I want to win, I feel I deserve to win because my fragile little over-inflated baby ego can’t handle being told when I’m wrong, and if this court doesn’t do what I say right now, people are going to get hurt.” Look up ‘abuse of process’. fuck-wit. You’re hovering dangerously close. The court system was not designed with the intent for you to bully people into complying with your whims. Brute force and unrelenting idiocy is never the path to exoneration. True innocence is, and survey says, that’s not what you’re working with here. Yet here we are, and that’s how you’re using it. I’m sure Milky Mike is beaming with pride watching everything he taught his imbecile little fuckpuppet.
He just can’t stand being outed for the woman beating, dog murdering, stupid, greasy, quivering little bloody twat that he is. He can’t stand the fact that his ex moved on, leaving him miles behind, and both she and his daughter are all the better for it. So instead he files time-consuming, baseless, and harassing motions like this, with absolute nonsense “exhibits” attached like this:
Breaking news, Mr. Missing Chromosomes: nobody knows, or gives a fuck about, whose couch you happen to be crashing on. Not at all, and certainly not enough to harass them. Fuck your roommates, whoever they are, if you all died in a house fire no one would care. I don’t even know if I believe they exist, because who could stand living around the stench of such an unwashed, narcissistic douchewhistle?
There’s only one thing that prevented bitch-ass Crian from presenting evidence to substantiate his claims, and we all know it – that evidence doesn’t fucking exist. I’m glad to be able to say, that confirmed by a judge, he is a dog-murderer and domestic abuser, and guess what, Rian? You lose. You lose now, you’ll lose in the future, you’ve been losing your whole life. I know exactly where this motion is going – the same place as all the other court action you tried to threaten the courts with if you don’t get your way. Nowhere. But that doesn’t make you less of a cowardly, pathetic scoundrel for trying it. Go ahead, Rian, put on your Goodwill suit jacket that’s five sizes too large and makes you look like a bed-wetting sixth grader, and march on down to court. I hope that after they deny every one of your feeble attempts to harass and control your victim, and us, that you get hit by a bus. And I hope the First Responders stop for coffee before scraping you off the roadway – that’s exactly what you deserve.