Objectively speaking, I dislike Rian Waters. I can readily find no redeeming qualities within him, not even if I try. From everything he presents outwardly, he’s a manipulative, dishonest, abusive, narcissistic, violent little shitstain with no regard for others and way too much free time in his meaningless life that he chooses to squander away attempting to fuck with a variable laundry list of people’s lives. Now I get the pleasure of being included on that list.
I’ll tell you this much, he’s fucking with the wrong one here.
He also sports a mustache that greatly resembles a collection of dirt and pubes smeared across his upper lip, a personal hygiene choice I find extremely unappealing. Just my own personal opinion.
Rian has been relatively quiet since his last court date – the one where he roped an unwitting Amanda Sawyer into attending (I have so much more to say on this, but at a later date), freaked out, got teary-eyed, kicked a chair and vowed to kill himself if he didn’t get his way. And frankly, if there’s any version of Rian I can tolerate at it, it’s the version where he shuts the fuck up and stays far away from me and anyone I know. But of course, he couldn’t just remain the least intolerable version of himself. So yesterday, I started receiving emails from him, which appear to be stupid attempts to procure my home address under the guise of a supposed court hearing I have yet to be, if ever, served with.
For the record, there are a myriad of things I would rather do than play a back-and-forth game of email 20 questions with Rian Waters until he guessed my home address. I’d rather scour my own tits off with a rusty SOS pad, listen to Josh Abrams’ voice on repeat for 6 hours straight, or perform fellatio on splintered broom handle. Just to name a few more favorable options. A whole day went by, and Rian never made good on his promise to send me over a copy of the supposed complaint. Go figure. I’m certainly above this little maggot on the food chain, however, so I decided to make it abundantly clear that they day he bullies me around is in the month of Neveruary.
To which he sent me this gratuitously long, lie-ridden reply, rife with thinly veiled threats and horrific allegations against the victim of his abuse and her family.
Rian is human scum. Let me dismantle every last putrid lie he tells in this abhorrent and entirely unwanted communication, starting with the one above. He expects that a somewhat rational and not clinically brain-dead individual such as myself would ever believe that he became aware of a family member sexually molesting his young daughter, yet elected to neither seek medical treatment while she bled vaginally for over a week, nor call the police, because she is a “sensitive child”, and somehow the alleged perpetrator being prosecuted would be less traumatic than the possibility of continued molestation. Furthermore, after separating from the victim of his abuse, Rian conveniently was within earshot of the alleged perpetrator, who, despite being aware of Rian’s proximity decided to brazenly announce that has was diddling the kid, and Rian still elected not to call the police. He just let the sexual abuse continue while watching his own flesh and blood be victimized. And after over a year of never-ending litigation with Rian, during which he has tried to drag his ex into multiple times, this is the first of this allegation anyone has ever heard. And now, somehow, the victim of his abuse retains full custody of their daughter, her family members are allowed to see the child, and yet Rian is the one who is barred from any contact per child protective services. No, sir. None of that happened. I have a card for this.
And Rian is a fucking monster for alleging it. He’s the one not allowed to see his own daughter. He’s the one who pays no child support, and he’s the one fruitlessly suing DCF in a case that he will undoubtedly lose. Not the other way around. Furthermore, the reason for he and Samantha “drifted apart” sure seems to be due to him beating the ever-loving shit out of her, per his own words.
He then continued on with more logic-defying false claims.
The likelihood of this absentee father with exactly no medical training who is barred from contact with his daughter magically curing his daughter’s seizure disorder in one day is exactly 0.0%. There is not now, nor has there ever been, any evidence of Samatha robbing Rian Waters for so much as $5.00, let alone the $100,000 he claims. There is however, evidence of him beating her, killing the family dog, lying incessantly, and blaming other people for his shitty existence. Any seizures the child experiences now are certainly not the fault of the one natural parent whom cares for her and is consistently present, and certainly not mine. That’s insanity. Furthermore, my blogs have not prevented Rian from presenting any evidence he claims to have. The fact that the evidence he claims to have does not exist as evident by it never materializing in any venue is why he cannot present it. And per the police report, there Was. No. Fucking. Cabinet. Rian made no mention of a cabinet to the police, instead wisely electing to lie about going to the vet with Samantha. Which is obviously the marker of a totally innocent victim in all this.
And then claims that SHE was the one who intended to kill the dog,
Despite the fact that she was the one who took him to the vet, she was overheard yelling at him on the phone for hurting the dog, and he was the one who lied to the police. Oh, and again, there was no fucking filing cabinet accident.
He also, laughably, claims that he’s not malicious, in the same email where he vows to get my home address one way or the other, unless I just bitch down and give it to him.
Not happening. At least he didn’t deny threatening to kill himself this time. He just was speaking “figuratively”, whatever the hell that means. He then vows that he’s bringing his story to Hollywood, which is probably the sanest thing he says in the entire email, because that’s literally the only place in the entire his outlandish lies would fly. The same place that flying, magical nannies come from and the main character in Die Hard never dies. In the real world, Rian stories are psychotic. In Hollywood, they’re sort of boring and made-for-TV. He also claims that the District Attorney in Hampden county is giving us unlawful preferential treatment, which I also totally believe. So yeah, Rian. Please come take me to court. I’d love to share this with all with the clerk magistrate. Whenever you’re ready to email me over the “complaint”, I’m ready to see you laughed out of a courtroom, again.
He’s sick and twisted to say his child was touched but never got her to a doctor or the police ok or got the person put in jail or killed the person clearly his x didn’t rob him cause she’s seems to be the only one always working also he’s trying way to hard to get people to believe his sick twisted fu king ugly ass I can’t even finish reading cause I wanna got him with a bat in the face a clear example of a women beater maybe he was TOUCHING his DAUGHTER SICK AND TWISED TO EVER MAKE THAT SHIT UP THANK GOD HE CANT BE AROUND THAT LITTLE GIRL THANK GOD FOR HER MOM AND HER FAMILY
I’m sorry u can see he’s a fucking story teller lier ok idk him thank god but for him to say this about his child and say that someone said thank god daddy’s not here I can touch u or whatever that shows how fucked up in the head this creep is! Just how he’s saying it he’s a lier I’m a mom I got 4 kids and let me tell you not worth pursuing charges really now I’ve done my time in and out of South Bay ok I’m not A angel ok I’m in recovery as well but I will tell on anyone who touches a child or anyone in that way I will most definitely call the police and bring my kid to the hospital sorry he’s a lier and I have t even finished reading this I’ll probably be back to comment more
What a fuckin snitch.
Sounds like you have a little crush on him.
Reads like you’re the little bitch himself.
Keep looking over your shoulder, faggot. One of these days, someone is gonna tune you up like you fucking deserve.
HAD to comment on this one. Rian, you’re a complete f’n IDIOT. Nothing worse than legally illiterate assholes like YOU dropping legal terms as if you think you have a CLUE WTF you’re talking about. Well, unlike you, I’ve been in the legal field my entire professional career. If you can’t find an address to serve someone a Complaint or Claim, you don’t DEPOSE someone else you idiot! Depositions are part of the discovery process AFTER the Complaint is filed and a deposition is not the right tool; a Motion to Compel would be. However, getting someone’s address in which to file and serve a complaint and defendant(s) doesn’t even fall under that category! And no, you can’t file the Complaint using JANE DOE..MORON! You know the Defendant’s name, you’re just so amazingly stupid that you can’t find the address to serve! You will “author a Motion to Impound?” OMG I’m literally pissing my pants!!! The fact that you can’t find a simple address speaks volumes!! Seeing you even attempt anything in any court setting, verbal or written, would be entertainment in itself. You have NO CASE against TBS, whatsoever, dumbass. Last, there is nothing (next to abuse of a child or elder) that angers me more, than SCUM like you that physically abuse animals. You DEFINITELY KICKED and killed that puppy and I am SICKENED!! If you ever do manage to get your frivolous bullshit complaint past the filing process and actually get the clerk to mark it up, PLEASE let me know the date, time and court so I can attend, solely for the purpose of meeting you in the parking lot, so I can HEADBUTT YOU (like you did to the mother of your child) AND STOMP ON YOUR BACK, CRUSHING YOUR SPINE & AND CAUSING INTERNAL BLEEDING JUST LIKE YOU DID TO THAT PUPPY, YOU SICK FUCK. I’m not a male either; I’m a 5’8″ woman looking forward to meeting you – asshole’s like you deserve to be beat. In the meantime, do society a favor and get hit by a bus or jump off a cliff you waste of space.
Thanks for the advice.
I’ll be using this in court as I repeatedly clog up the legal system with frivolous, vexatious lawsuits because I am a cunt, whose whore mommy couldn’t spell Ryan.
Buddy, I’m going to Hollywood to be the mouth guzzler while 5 big black cocks all cum onto my face and flavor savor pre-teen mustache. Being a little bitch will make me money in the porn industry and my asshole opened as big as Amanda’s dick swallowing vaping vulva.
” I’d rather scour my own tits off with a rusty SOS pad, listen to Josh Abrams’ voice on repeat for 6 hours straight, or perform fellatio on splintered broom handle”
I see what you did there…Great obscure reference
Rian is like a Nutty little Nork banging his sippy cup.
He keeps having episodes of insanity.
How long can he keep ducking reality?
A neurotically fixated little twat.
That desperately needs to fade back into obscurity.
Seems like a fine young boy.I would
be happy to mentor him.
Hands offf. He’s all mine.
Forget killing him with fire. A nuclear suppository made in China is more like it. Maybe even suffocation in Anselmo’s front butt.
If I was a father, which I am not, I would… you don’t even want to know what I would do if I suspected or “knew” someone was abusing my daughter. Any loving father would be the same way. I call BS on his stories. How about you guys?
I hope you or someone in your home has an ltc along video security. This guy isn’t looking to serve papers. He’s mental and desperate for revenge.
It’s abundantly clear that you’re one of those moms who helps your child with their homework and later goes to the school in your pajama pants and bedroom slippers with a butt hanging out of your mouth to give the teacher a ‘peace’ of your mind because you honestly can’t understand why your kid brought home a D-.
It’s abundantly clear that TB did a story on you.
Did you name your own kid ABCDEF?
Somehow I managed to read this entire article but it was a monumental struggle.
Please, for the sake of humanity go back to school and finish your GED. Maybe take some basic English and computer classes or hire an editor before you continue assaulting the general public with this abomination you call writing.
The day you pick on a human with a deep voice will be the first. Want my home address, coward?
I fail to see how honesty and some constructive criticism is picking on a girl but sure, what’s your address tough guy?
Will it just be you at this address or will I have to keep an eye out for your cousins Glock and Ruger you degenerate homo?
If you would, with your address kindly provide me with a time tonight or tomorrow that’s convenient for me to stop by and tune you up real quick.
If you have any questions about my credentials ask the notorious Kevin lynch from Fitchburg. He’s familiar with me from my Lowell Golden Gloves days.
Cuoples square tonight at the degenerate ex “boxer” hangout Csptain Johns. 7pm. I will be drinking Budweiser at the bar and wearing your favorite colors black sweatshirt and blue pants.
Get with the times. Grammar is dead, focus on the message. Focus on truth after sifting through the lies. I prefer proper spelling and grammar as well, but getting hung up on that is like settling for lies.
A couple of weeks ago, while at MGM Springfield, I saw this little gob of smegma walking aimlessly around the casino. Working in the mental health field, I decided to watch him. He just walks aimlessly around, staring off into space, and looking like he was talking to himself. Always looking behind himself. My brief, unclinical diagnosis? Paranoid schizophrenia. Likely untreated and unmedicated.
Thank you, doctor.
I too have studied said patient and have diagnosed him with an acute case of “total fucking cunt”.
As a sympathetic man of medicine, I can only hope that it is fatal and the fucker dies screaming in agony. Soon.
Dr Dick Scratcher MD
Fetal alcohol syndrome. Where’s his filtrim?
It’s about time that his mother (who is too stupid to spell Ryan correctly) took a day off from giving $3 blowies behind a dumpster and took her cunt of a child down to the veterinarian and have the fucker put to sleep permanently for the good of mankind.
A complete shithead.
This is all wrong! I shouldn’t be here. I should be back in school on the other side of the ocean. How dare you!
Grooming him for when my soon to be ex
boyfriend takes off with my son.
So he beat and killed his own dog, and his child suffers from seizures. Brain trauma from his beatings too?
I wonder if the intentional”INFLICTICTION” hurt!
He obviously has no friends and a shitload of time on his hands. Before Turtleboy, he had zero purpose in life. NOW, this has given him a purpose. Imagine being so pathetic as to sit around 24/7, in your fantasy world, doing all this shit thinking it will eventually get pay off. Funny thing is, he’s the ONLY one not in on the joke.
Miss B, i’ve loosed my broom handle and have a rusty SOS pad in each hand, in case he continues to harass you.
Rian, figuratively, is a whiny little crybaby, spoiled as a year old diaper and most likely still breastfeeding from a mother who calls him Oedipus. He doesn’t realize much, most importantly that the world would be a better place if he could tie a noose.
The thought of Bristol performing fellatio on a broom handle has got me rock hard.
I could engage in like a long weekend Calvados bender, completely ignore hygiene and shaving, and I would still look better that that dick shine. Fuck I could live in a chemical toilet port-a-potty and emerge runway style material vs this cock suck Rain.
People like Rain (wtf kind of fucking hippie name is that? It’s like naming your ratchet kid after the pool table or city they were impregnated on or in, like Brooklyn, or Diamond) are pieces of shit that need to be sent to the stalks in the town square and pelted with raw veggies.
Rian the next time you get your picture taken you should clean your negroe boyfriends cum out of your moustache