rats, sexual harassment, and head-hitting from jeremy szold ginzberg of 1617 NE Couch a caveat
caveat emptor so they say.
now old long-white-haired bearded rich hippie Jeremy Szold Ginsberg hit me over the head last Friday Night and my head has been throbbing since---through the tylenol, aspirin, ibuprofen, and caffeine.
yoga.
GBV Gender Based Violence, much?
VAWA Violence Against Women Act, yet?
he had offered to pay me for help with his house.
i had already helped by sweeping and removing massive loads of books.
one of the best pieces of advice rich white landowners should know is DONT BEAT THE SLAVES until after the shift is over.
it's as if he felt cracking me on the head was more exciting than actually extracting domestic labor.
i am sure the apartment remains filthy with the rats and dog hair and cat puke smell.
i had donated my Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap and Lysol towards his $1555/month landlord rent scheme.
he told me he could technically be investigated by codes for four apts when their should only be three.
now clearly one should never crack someone over the skull. three to four times as if my head was a drum.
especially when you know about pre-existing brain injury, which he did.
all his relentless come-ons since November 25 were getting him nowhere.
he's had a crush on me since 2005. unbeknownst to me. and even the antimoney Satya told him to leave me alone, as there are issues.
i was mildly intrigued by his new york accent, and his talk of academic matters, and the horace mann rape scandals.
i blamed his violence on the rapists of horace mann.
for a moment i had literary ambitions, to help him with his book.
if he could ever get organized to let me.
he collected huge amounts of second-hand books, which i offered to remove from his newly vacated first floor apartment.
he seemed to appreciate my garbage removal services. i then stocked up all the neighborhood book boxes with his books.
he told me he will not tell the tenants about the rats. i told him my last landlord killed herself. a little internet expose is no reason to do one's self in, unless one had a pre-existing suicidality.
we bonded on anti-psychiatry.
he told me of his thorazine overdose which was nearly fatal in 1971. and how the doc was such a bigwig it was kept hush hush. thorazine was incompatible with a family blood pressure condition.
he told me all about Nick Fish at the sauna, Nick Fish in his flannels and jeans, and sny comments about the Fritz family's psychiatry.
we agreed on Mayor Sam Adams raping of the teenager---that it is horrid, wrong, and saying so has nothing to do with homophobia.
that the left liked to whitewash rapey pedophilia for the sake of the Gay Mayor Pope.
he told me all about advocating for the committed mentally ill---to get them out of psychiatric detainment.
in california.
and how it works in san fran. and oregon.
he told me about his lawyer sister and his therapist sister and his mom's mugging which robbed her of an eye---and his father's misogyny and his father's new therapist wife and her electroshock profits-scheme.
he told me about the rethinking psychiatry convention.
he wants his old advocate job back in California.
i wanted to press charges for his assault on me last Friday night. not sure if the Multnomah DA will do much with it. the officer Kizzer understood he has a history of "mental illness" and in my opinion is somewhat senile. but it's not my job to be his defense atty when i am the victim of his assault and harassment.
i ran into him at the main Ferguson demo after the grand jury announcement.
he begged me for dinner with a pitiful puppydog routine.
then i brought along Michelle Mundt, who didn't look so impressed with his patriarchal condescendingness and crudity.
i thought of him as analogous to that old JP Barlow. a schmarmy kind of aging liberal guy---who's ultimately majorly sexist and creepy---yet has all these educated liberal talking points down pat.
he later dissed the main police brutality activists at the keaton otis demo, because he is cynical like that.
he discouraged me from any activism.
criticized my clothes.
noted my patchouli as human repellant.
was disappointed at my butch hair cut.
bullied me in a homophobic way---challenging me: you aren't really gay, bi etc.
i had expressed in no uncertain terms his sexual harassment and come-ons were a barrier to our friendship. that i might be able to be friends---but without the sexual and romantic overtures.
i suggested he get a mistress. outsource it.
i found him moderately interesting.
asked if he plans on settling down.
he has a crush on his stylist.
i hoped for some advice or perspective.
when he cracked me on the head at his apartment front porch---at approximately 6:05 Friday Night December 19, 2014 he hit me several times over the head. i was hurting so badly i was worried it would be unsafe to drive.
i told him how foul it was.
then he told me about giving his vicodin to his handy man who eventually overdosed on opiates.
he admitted he had hit his girlfriend Nancy over the head, when i asked him if he has ever hit a woman over the head before.
i said it was disturbing due to his huge size compared to me, disturbing for the gender dynamic, and disturbing because i had already told him about Green Hills Nashville's max schuster's crushing and stomping of my skull with his foot.
and my LA carjacking injury---which involved a pistol slammed into the back of my head.
i told Officer Kizzer that my LA Carjacker hit me only once in the head. whereas Jeremy Soldz Ginzberg hit me three-four times.
Ginzberg admitted there was something wrong with hitting someone on the head.
he admitted that now that i had tried to put a stop to his romantic overtures---resentment might have led to his hitting me on the head.
no shalom bayit here.
i hope he doesn't hit his dog Sam over the head.
why would he hit a woman over the head?
why would a six foot three man hit a five foot 4 inch woman over the head, hard, with a hard object!?
you know, as they say in america, if you can't fuck 'em, beat em.
Officer Kizzer agreed in the rain to call him and tell him to stop harassing me over the phone.
Officer Kizzer asked whether he had paid me for working on his house. (No.)
Officer Kizzer examined my tender head.
I don't know what merit the DA could get out of judicializing him.
as if the DA isn't sick enough of Mary Eng, with all the wringer i gave them for prosecuting the victim of Portland Police Karl Klundt-inflicted head injury.
Maybe we could send Karl Klundt over to give a head injury to get even--no wait---Karl Klundt only gives head injuries to blind people.
You see---my inner social worker---kind of felt sorry for Ginzberg.
Like here is this slovenly old bachelor who used to beat his Vancouver girlfriend Nancy who used to beat him.
i mean, i was concerned he was the killer of Nancy Bergeson, you see.
he said a lot of escalatingly offensive things.
like calling me a "commie loon."
you see his papa was a big Economics Prof at Columbia therefore---calling people who wear red stocking caps "commie loons" is . . .
well . . .
he could talk law.
his sister supposedly slept with Bill Clinton---and he slept with some green party gal from California.
and his grandpa was a talmudic scholar---and his ancestors were scandinavian rapists ie Vikings who interbred with his jewish side of the family.
and so, what?
i am quite happy his annoying phone calls are over.
some people have no idea of their own annoyingness.
and so in a way---the head injury has given fruit to a definitive rift.
he did it the day before the NYPD officers were shot.
everyone seems to be going crazy lately.
he's a scorpio.
vik singh warned me to stay away from him.
i was wearing a stocking cap and a scarf over my head when he hit me. which possibly dulled the pain.
was it the red of the hat?
the print of the scarf?
the way i wore the scarf?
what other victim blaming questions should i ask?
should i have called 911 immediately?
like i trust the police?
the headache serves as a reminder---of the dangers we women face.
i could never have predicted this.
after he hit me, he asked me if i wanted to lie down, or lie down on his massage table.
at which point i bet he would have started trying to come on to me . . .
or molest me . . . or rape me.
maybe that's why he had such a mirthful look on his face as he hit me, as his plan was to stun me with blows to the head, and then sexual violate or harass me.
some guys you can't be "just friends" with.
some you can.
but some you can't.
as i processed his violence against me---as rapey--and cruel vindictive revenge for his spurned advances---
or an attempt to knock me out prior to raping me . . .
it's hard not to have a revenge fantasy---
when i have been so mistreated by american men all along.
they take your victimization as a green light to batter you more.
threaten you more.
so renter--check out his ground floor apartment---the rats, etc.
and ladies---don't get hit over the head by this demented and or malicious man.
he's a vegetarian. go figure.
for the lady in New York who didn't feel safe to rent her AirBNB to him: right on. he is entirely unsafe.
he had his interview with the current president of Horace Mann and told me all about it. which is intriguing, if depressing.
the day he hit me over the head---his bicycle and dog-trailer were stolen.
crimes just cascade sometimes.
i was freshly traumatized from the Pickering window-smashing event---and was incredibly maddened and depressed by the head-smashing event.
every time i experience a subsequent head injury---i am incredibly saddened. depression immediately dscends with each head-injury. not to mention the pain.
what is so miraculous---is i have been pulling myself out of my poor health---and have prided myself on my increased lack of head pain---and then headsmasher comes in to re-ignite my symptoms.
and the PTSD response of male aggression.
as if being screamed at by Mr. Pickering for 18 months straight isn't gender based violence enough.
the rape culture is: everybody wants their piece. they bully crowd in---for a little bashing of their own.
the question is: did he plan to molest me or rape me after hitting me over the head?
Pickering is safe now. i imagine if the Officer got through to Ginzberg it scared the life out of him.
and sure enough the calls have stopped completely.
i left a bag of sandwiches in his frig.
he called to tell me.
i told him i don't care my head is hurting so bad.
he said "whatever."
right after the assault he said "you don't have a concussion" which is absurd. because i did.
because i do. clearly if i am still throbbing five days later---
leave it to your perpetrator to also try to be your doctor.
yeah right.
so caveat emptor y'all
and happy christmas creepy landlord.
he told me i could move in.
Portland, Oregon
welfare check: ginzberg family
cross-posted at
http://creepylandlord.blogspot.com/2014/12/rats-and-head-hitting-from-jeremy-szold.html
now old long-white-haired bearded rich hippie Jeremy Szold Ginsberg hit me over the head last Friday Night and my head has been throbbing since---through the tylenol, aspirin, ibuprofen, and caffeine.
yoga.
GBV Gender Based Violence, much?
VAWA Violence Against Women Act, yet?
he had offered to pay me for help with his house.
i had already helped by sweeping and removing massive loads of books.
one of the best pieces of advice rich white landowners should know is DONT BEAT THE SLAVES until after the shift is over.
it's as if he felt cracking me on the head was more exciting than actually extracting domestic labor.
i am sure the apartment remains filthy with the rats and dog hair and cat puke smell.
i had donated my Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap and Lysol towards his $1555/month landlord rent scheme.
he told me he could technically be investigated by codes for four apts when their should only be three.
now clearly one should never crack someone over the skull. three to four times as if my head was a drum.
especially when you know about pre-existing brain injury, which he did.
all his relentless come-ons since November 25 were getting him nowhere.
he's had a crush on me since 2005. unbeknownst to me. and even the antimoney Satya told him to leave me alone, as there are issues.
i was mildly intrigued by his new york accent, and his talk of academic matters, and the horace mann rape scandals.
i blamed his violence on the rapists of horace mann.
for a moment i had literary ambitions, to help him with his book.
if he could ever get organized to let me.
he collected huge amounts of second-hand books, which i offered to remove from his newly vacated first floor apartment.
he seemed to appreciate my garbage removal services. i then stocked up all the neighborhood book boxes with his books.
he told me he will not tell the tenants about the rats. i told him my last landlord killed herself. a little internet expose is no reason to do one's self in, unless one had a pre-existing suicidality.
we bonded on anti-psychiatry.
he told me of his thorazine overdose which was nearly fatal in 1971. and how the doc was such a bigwig it was kept hush hush. thorazine was incompatible with a family blood pressure condition.
he told me all about Nick Fish at the sauna, Nick Fish in his flannels and jeans, and sny comments about the Fritz family's psychiatry.
we agreed on Mayor Sam Adams raping of the teenager---that it is horrid, wrong, and saying so has nothing to do with homophobia.
that the left liked to whitewash rapey pedophilia for the sake of the Gay Mayor Pope.
he told me all about advocating for the committed mentally ill---to get them out of psychiatric detainment.
in california.
and how it works in san fran. and oregon.
he told me about his lawyer sister and his therapist sister and his mom's mugging which robbed her of an eye---and his father's misogyny and his father's new therapist wife and her electroshock profits-scheme.
he told me about the rethinking psychiatry convention.
he wants his old advocate job back in California.
i wanted to press charges for his assault on me last Friday night. not sure if the Multnomah DA will do much with it. the officer Kizzer understood he has a history of "mental illness" and in my opinion is somewhat senile. but it's not my job to be his defense atty when i am the victim of his assault and harassment.
i ran into him at the main Ferguson demo after the grand jury announcement.
he begged me for dinner with a pitiful puppydog routine.
then i brought along Michelle Mundt, who didn't look so impressed with his patriarchal condescendingness and crudity.
i thought of him as analogous to that old JP Barlow. a schmarmy kind of aging liberal guy---who's ultimately majorly sexist and creepy---yet has all these educated liberal talking points down pat.
he later dissed the main police brutality activists at the keaton otis demo, because he is cynical like that.
he discouraged me from any activism.
criticized my clothes.
noted my patchouli as human repellant.
was disappointed at my butch hair cut.
bullied me in a homophobic way---challenging me: you aren't really gay, bi etc.
i had expressed in no uncertain terms his sexual harassment and come-ons were a barrier to our friendship. that i might be able to be friends---but without the sexual and romantic overtures.
i suggested he get a mistress. outsource it.
i found him moderately interesting.
asked if he plans on settling down.
he has a crush on his stylist.
i hoped for some advice or perspective.
when he cracked me on the head at his apartment front porch---at approximately 6:05 Friday Night December 19, 2014 he hit me several times over the head. i was hurting so badly i was worried it would be unsafe to drive.
i told him how foul it was.
then he told me about giving his vicodin to his handy man who eventually overdosed on opiates.
he admitted he had hit his girlfriend Nancy over the head, when i asked him if he has ever hit a woman over the head before.
i said it was disturbing due to his huge size compared to me, disturbing for the gender dynamic, and disturbing because i had already told him about Green Hills Nashville's max schuster's crushing and stomping of my skull with his foot.
and my LA carjacking injury---which involved a pistol slammed into the back of my head.
i told Officer Kizzer that my LA Carjacker hit me only once in the head. whereas Jeremy Soldz Ginzberg hit me three-four times.
Ginzberg admitted there was something wrong with hitting someone on the head.
he admitted that now that i had tried to put a stop to his romantic overtures---resentment might have led to his hitting me on the head.
no shalom bayit here.
i hope he doesn't hit his dog Sam over the head.
why would he hit a woman over the head?
why would a six foot three man hit a five foot 4 inch woman over the head, hard, with a hard object!?
you know, as they say in america, if you can't fuck 'em, beat em.
Officer Kizzer agreed in the rain to call him and tell him to stop harassing me over the phone.
Officer Kizzer asked whether he had paid me for working on his house. (No.)
Officer Kizzer examined my tender head.
I don't know what merit the DA could get out of judicializing him.
as if the DA isn't sick enough of Mary Eng, with all the wringer i gave them for prosecuting the victim of Portland Police Karl Klundt-inflicted head injury.
Maybe we could send Karl Klundt over to give a head injury to get even--no wait---Karl Klundt only gives head injuries to blind people.
You see---my inner social worker---kind of felt sorry for Ginzberg.
Like here is this slovenly old bachelor who used to beat his Vancouver girlfriend Nancy who used to beat him.
i mean, i was concerned he was the killer of Nancy Bergeson, you see.
he said a lot of escalatingly offensive things.
like calling me a "commie loon."
you see his papa was a big Economics Prof at Columbia therefore---calling people who wear red stocking caps "commie loons" is . . .
well . . .
he could talk law.
his sister supposedly slept with Bill Clinton---and he slept with some green party gal from California.
and his grandpa was a talmudic scholar---and his ancestors were scandinavian rapists ie Vikings who interbred with his jewish side of the family.
and so, what?
i am quite happy his annoying phone calls are over.
some people have no idea of their own annoyingness.
and so in a way---the head injury has given fruit to a definitive rift.
he did it the day before the NYPD officers were shot.
everyone seems to be going crazy lately.
he's a scorpio.
vik singh warned me to stay away from him.
i was wearing a stocking cap and a scarf over my head when he hit me. which possibly dulled the pain.
was it the red of the hat?
the print of the scarf?
the way i wore the scarf?
what other victim blaming questions should i ask?
should i have called 911 immediately?
like i trust the police?
the headache serves as a reminder---of the dangers we women face.
i could never have predicted this.
after he hit me, he asked me if i wanted to lie down, or lie down on his massage table.
at which point i bet he would have started trying to come on to me . . .
or molest me . . . or rape me.
maybe that's why he had such a mirthful look on his face as he hit me, as his plan was to stun me with blows to the head, and then sexual violate or harass me.
some guys you can't be "just friends" with.
some you can.
but some you can't.
as i processed his violence against me---as rapey--and cruel vindictive revenge for his spurned advances---
or an attempt to knock me out prior to raping me . . .
it's hard not to have a revenge fantasy---
when i have been so mistreated by american men all along.
they take your victimization as a green light to batter you more.
threaten you more.
so renter--check out his ground floor apartment---the rats, etc.
and ladies---don't get hit over the head by this demented and or malicious man.
he's a vegetarian. go figure.
for the lady in New York who didn't feel safe to rent her AirBNB to him: right on. he is entirely unsafe.
he had his interview with the current president of Horace Mann and told me all about it. which is intriguing, if depressing.
the day he hit me over the head---his bicycle and dog-trailer were stolen.
crimes just cascade sometimes.
i was freshly traumatized from the Pickering window-smashing event---and was incredibly maddened and depressed by the head-smashing event.
every time i experience a subsequent head injury---i am incredibly saddened. depression immediately dscends with each head-injury. not to mention the pain.
what is so miraculous---is i have been pulling myself out of my poor health---and have prided myself on my increased lack of head pain---and then headsmasher comes in to re-ignite my symptoms.
and the PTSD response of male aggression.
as if being screamed at by Mr. Pickering for 18 months straight isn't gender based violence enough.
the rape culture is: everybody wants their piece. they bully crowd in---for a little bashing of their own.
the question is: did he plan to molest me or rape me after hitting me over the head?
Pickering is safe now. i imagine if the Officer got through to Ginzberg it scared the life out of him.
and sure enough the calls have stopped completely.
i left a bag of sandwiches in his frig.
he called to tell me.
i told him i don't care my head is hurting so bad.
he said "whatever."
right after the assault he said "you don't have a concussion" which is absurd. because i did.
because i do. clearly if i am still throbbing five days later---
leave it to your perpetrator to also try to be your doctor.
yeah right.
so caveat emptor y'all
and happy christmas creepy landlord.
he told me i could move in.
clearly i won't be.
i'm afraid of americans.
Portland, Oregon
welfare check: ginzberg family
cross-posted at
http://creepylandlord.blogspot.com/2014/12/rats-and-head-hitting-from-jeremy-szold.html
Knew him 40 years ago -- very disturbed man who, yes, admitted to hitting his girlfriend... Stay away...
ReplyDeleteMean filthy man inside and out. Be careful in any interaction with him.
ReplyDeletethanks for the confirmation. i am glad this information is useful.
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