A couple months back I spotted a scam artist named Kailey Elizabeth Carlson on the All Things Plymouth Facebook page. She was sleazy but it wasn’t enough to blog about just yet. So, I waited and watched. Thursday, the whole thing finally blew up like I knew it would. Now, I have a two-part tale of how one woman conned half the town with a bullshit sob story. It’s a long ride so go get a beer and some popcorn. South Shore Turtlegirl is about to give you a lesson on the art of the Facebook con. So, the next time you, or your community, feels bad for some whining loaf online you can read this and find your common sense.
Kailey Carson and her scuzzfuck husband Dylan are homeless junkies. If you drive around Plymouth for ten minutes you can spot them backpacking, begging for cash, and generally looking like the losers they are.
She’s sober these days, apparently. She’s offered to show her court-mandated clean drug tests to anyone who questioned her. We all know that upstanding humans carry those around with them in their nap sack, that doubles as a pillow, when their sleeping under a bridge.
Anyways, this is the tale of how her internet panhandling, lies, and long-spun bullshittery finally caught up with her. I had a fifteen minute cackle when it finally did. I had been watching these losers for MONTHS and it was worth the wait to watch her get ripped apart by suburban hyenas.
I first noticed this ratchet when she was looking for someone to give her a smart phone for free. Seems she had broken hers. She and her husband were recently homeless. She whined about having three kids, an inability to catch a break, saying that she needed the phone for finding work.
She got nasty with people who asked why she was homeless, ordered people to stay on topic, and was a pretty huge dooshenozzle looking for handouts. She can only text and yet she’s looking for a phone because she needs a job. Most employers just text their potential employees. Right. Kailey and her husband got themselves some free phones.
She said her grandmother bought them for her. Or was it this woman who came out later and said she bought them phones?
It’s fair to say I hated this girl immediately.
We ALL know that no one just posts this garbage on a whim, so, I started digging. The path of scamming was long with this one.
That’s the thing with these people. It always starts with something small, looking for free baby clothes because they are a struggling mom. Sometimes they looking for advice because they hit hard times. That’s the sleaze testing out the waters. As soon as they realize how willing people are to help they start asking for more. It’s never enough.
Wait, you’re telling me that if I blanket Facebook with my pathetic personal shit people will come flocking for freebies?
They always have someone defending them at first. If someone questions their integrity those folks will shame them for lacking compassion. People want to relate to those having hard times. To convince others there are good people in this world. That makes the con artist defensive and have to tell more of their story to keep people on their side. It’s this same move that lets us find the holes in the story.
Kailey started small and by the end of this she was blatantly looking for cash and gift cards.
Her money grubbing started when a man drowned in a Plymouth pond. She and her junkie husband must have been taking a stroll, since they don’t have jobs and have all this free time, when they saw a man being pulled out of the water by rescue workers. They started fishing for news outlets to hock the photos.
Kailey kept posting. Her daughter looking for cheap violin lessons, what the best pawn shop would be because she’s poor and needs a new laptop, where she could get her laptop fixed for next to nothing, where she can get a free picture with Santa but she can’t drive so it has to be close, that she wants to spay her cat but it has to be cheap because she has some medical problems and couldn’t work.
Wait, didn’t you make a post a couple months later looking for odd jobs fixing computers?
It’s all in the pity play so you start noticing her and want to reach out. These posts all seem harmless in fragments but they lead up to a bigger picture.
So Kailey and Dylan have three kids that they used as ploys for sympathy. The truth of the matter is that they don’t have custody of any of them. Kailey said so herself in her comments to a woman who was looking for how to get her niece out of DCF custody. Yet, she constantly references them while hustling on the Facebook machine. We don’t find out what actually happened to them until later.
By the way, the domestic abuser that she is so flagrantly referring to? We found out last week that it’s her husband Dylan.
The next time I saw Kailey online she was looking to sell her two cats that were living in the tent with her and her husband. People wanted her to surrender them because they didn’t have a roof over their head. But no, Kailey wanted a rehoming fee to make sure that they weren’t being fed to pitbulls.
A couple of short weeks later she was on another site looking to adopt a big dog. People started questioning why she would be looking for a giant dog if she couldn’t even feed or home herself and just sold her cats because she couldn’t take care of them.
Next comes the “we are homeless and need jobs” post. They don’t really want jobs. They want you to reach out because they want to lure you in. If they were actually looking for jobs that wouldn’t care where. There wouldn’t be oodles of stipulations about what was good enough. Instead it’s this shit:
Maybe, just maybe, if she focused on her own kids instead of trying to make the season magical for the rest of town, she could actually be a mother to her own offspring. Just sayin’.
Soon after Kailey made another post saying that she was getting the proceeds from selling the condo she lived in right before being homeless. She was looking for a huge apartment and could pay three months rent upfront.
Well, according to a source, it’s because Kailey and her husband lived in the condo, which was owned by her grandmother, rent free, for the better part of three years. They had to leave because the grandmother couldn’t keep it without them paying. The grandmother had to kick them out because the house was in such horrible conditions that no realtor would have been able to sell it in its current state.
When Nana told Kailey that she needed her out – Kailey told her grandmother to get off her property as if she actually owned it.
It took months for the people of Plymouth to actually piece together that something was wrong with her story. All it took for someone to come out of the woodwork, after Kailey took the begging to a new level, and fill in the gritty details of what happened to her kids, her home, her husband’s criminal record, her past, and the whole town turned on her.
Read part two here:
Oh, and to the moderators of All Thing Plymouth: Can you guys quit deleting my blogs from your page? If you let the drama and scamming happen you should let the synopsis of it stay up. You let this woman spend countless hours posting her dirty laundry scam on your page. Deleting our stuff is hypocritical AF. People have a right to know they are being taken for a ride on your platform.
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