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Megan Meier Update
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Posted:Nov 19, 2007 10:46 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2008 7:08 am
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Well, it's official. These events did occur and are a matter of record.
No charges have been filed against the woman after both local and federal investigations failed to find any criminal wrongdoing. In fact, the only folks with any legal problems hanging over their heads are the Meier's themselves for destruction of property.
Yet this story is not ended. With no recourse to "justice" legally, citizens are taking it upon themselves to exact some "social justice" by various measures.
The name of the woman has been published. I have seen that name vilified in blog after blog on the internet. I imagine that soon pictures of her will be posted, and she will become a byword for internet-evil.
Her have been published. Her e-mail addy is shown. Her business has been named, and all the that she does business with have been revealed. (Her are being shamed into dropping her services). All for the purposes of payback.
Here's a segment of an article that I lifted from the ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH
Law lags as taunts ruin lives
By David Hunn and Joel Currier
11/19/2007 DARDENNE PRAIRIE One night last week, well after most of the families in this quiet community went to bed, a half-dozen police cars sped down Waterford Crystal Drive, lights flashing.
A man, they were told, had been fatally shot inside a home.
Neighbors opened doors, peered out windows and watched. As many as 15 deputies, they said, drew weapons and charged the home of Lori and Curt Drew.
But there was no body lying in a pool of blood. No weapon in Curt Drew's hand.
The call was a prank, one of many at the Drews' home this year. A lawn job. A brick through a window. Threatening phone calls. Paintball attacks.
The neighborhood is angry.
Residents are struggling to understand what happened here, in two homes four doors apart.
By now, the story is the subject of both national discussion and schoolyard lore:
One year ago, 13-year-old Megan Meier tied a cloth belt around a support beam in her closet and hanged herself. Her parents first said she was driven by a soured online romance, and the cruel, taunting Internet messages of a boy named Josh Evans.
Then they were told that Josh Evans didn't exist - that the Drews had concocted him to get back at Megan for quarreling with their . According to a police report, Lori Drew said she wanted to know what Megan was saying online about her and had "instigated and monitored" the fake account.
Who should be held responsible for a girl's suicide?
The Drews declined to comment for this story.
For the next year, the Meiers struggled privately for justice.
The FBI seized computers and interviewed families, yet gave up after a few months. Representatives from the St. Charles County Sheriff's Department said they could find no appropriate criminal charge. A U.S. prosecutor said much the same.
Even early interest from high-profile law firms, the Meiers say, has died down recently.
Authorities say there's little they can do.
And that leaves a neighborhood enraged at its own neighbors - the Drews.
"I flick 'em off whenever I see 'em," said Dave Beard, 26, who lives next to the Meiers.
The police are now worried residents will take the law into their own hands.
"Everybody in our department knows what's going on," said Lt. Craig McGuire, spokesman for the St. Charles County Sheriff's Department. "And everybody is afraid of what's going to happen there."
ACROSS THE COUNTRY
The problem, police and prosecutors say, is that technology is outpacing the law.
In some cases, said Jack Banas, St. Charles County prosecutor, the trouble is with evidence, and tracking the source of threatening Internet messages. "It may not be your neighbor who is sending it to you," Banas said. "It may be someone from another country."
In other cases, laws don't yet address online misconduct.
"It's a vast problem," he said.
And a national one.
In Florida, Jeff Johnston, 15, hanged himself by his book-bag strap in 2005 after three years of cyberspace bullying. His mother and principal had tried to stop the threats but couldn't.
In Vermont, Ryan Halligan, 13, hanged himself four years ago, after instant messages insulted and threatened him for months.
And here in O'Fallon this past April, a , now in college, got more than 500 sexually threatening and harassing messages through MySpace – the same social networking site Megan used to meet and talk to the fictitious Josh Evans.
Sometimes law enforcement can find ways to prosecute the bullies. But much more often, the indiscretion doesn't fall into an existing crime category.
In Megan Meier's case, authorities don't even see a misdemeanor.
"There does not appear to be a violation of any state statute, any federal statute," McGuire said. "We looked at it. The prosecuting attorney's office looked at it and the U.S. attorney's office looked at it, and there did not appear to be a charge."
'MY NAME IS JOSH'
Megan struggled with depression and a lack of confidence most of her life, her family said. She even threatened suicide a few times.
Megan was so badly bullied in seventh grade, and so unhappy, her parents pulled her from public school and moved her to the local Catholic grade school.
By the start of eighth grade, Megan had improved dramatically, her mother said. Her grades were good. She had shed a few pounds, as well as troublesome friendships. She seemed happy.
At roughly the same time, the Meiers gave Megan back Internet privileges she had lost in seventh grade after she and the Drews' had set up a fake MySpace account, they said.
Back online, a boy messaged Megan almost immediately. Megan's mother was suspicious but let them talk under tight supervision.
Megan and Josh chatted online for roughly six weeks, Tina Meier said. Megan thought Josh really liked her. Her confidence soared.
Then, on Monday, Oct. 16, 2006, Josh told Megan he'd heard she was a bad friend. According to the FBI transcript, Josh wrote: "yeah this is how i want to end it."
Megan was distraught: "josh i thought u were a nice guy but u ant ur just another (expletive) (expletive)."
Her mother told Megan to log off, then left for an appointment.
Megan, desperate to know who had told Josh she was mean, kept typing. As she guessed names, some of those teens fired back responses.
The effect, Tina Meier said, was an online pile-on.
The final message of the evening, the Meiers said, pushed their over the edge. It's not in FBI transcripts. But Ron Meier remembers it saying this: "The world would be a better off place without you."
Tina Meier returned home to find her sobbing at the computer. Meier sent Megan to her room.
Roughly 20 minutes later, Ron and Tina found their hanging by a belt, knees bent, toes on the ground.
THE AFTERMATH
Megan Meier died the next day, just short of her 14th birthday.
But it took nearly six weeks before the Meiers found out Josh was fake.
Neighbors had to keep Ron Meier from attacking the Drews.
"I thought about killing them, cutting their heads off," Ron said.
Instead, Tina and Ron took an ax and a sledgehammer to a foosball table they had been storing for the Drews. They spray-painted "Merry Christmas" on its box, and dumped the splinters in the Drews' driveway.
The moment galvanized the neighborhood against the Drews.
The Meiers say the Drews came to their door several times, but the Meiers refused to talk. The Drews sent a letter, too, wanting to tell their story: "Things have now taken a turn that suggest that whatever information is being discussed surely goes beyond what we know."
Over the next year, it became clear to the Meiers that neither law enforcement nor law firms would bring the justice they wanted. They turned to the media. The Suburban Journals broke their story a little more than a week ago.
Overnight, the story made national headlines.
Bloggers ran with the story, inserting their own opinions. Thousands of readers responded. Erica Leger, 15 and a student at Francis Howell High School, wrote on facebook.com: "Show this to everyone, parents or other adults. We need to do something. Her death will be avenged."
The Meiers swore to fight for new laws.
The media attention has helped. Banas, the St. Charles County prosecutor, has decided to review the case. The Dardenne Prairie Board of Aldermen has pledged to adopt a new ordinance making Internet harassment a misdemeanor – the strongest measure it can take.
A BROKEN FAMILY
Before Megan's death, the Meiers were on top of life, neighbors said.
Court records show they had a 40-foot, $123,000 motor-yacht, a $300,000 house in a gated community in Florida, and a neighborhood they loved.
Now, they have the bills. Their Florida home is on the market. They've each filed restraining orders against the other. They're getting a divorce.
"Our family's broke up," Ron said. Tina moved in with her mother. Their other , 11-year-old Allison, spends most of her time there.
The house on Waterford Crystal Drive feels empty, Ron says.
In Megan's room, he's put everything back as he remembers it. Her clothes are hanging again in the closet. Boy band posters cover the walls. The bed is made.
Ron has added stuff, too. A pink Christmas tree, decorated by friends. Two volleyballs, signed by Megan's teammates and classmates. A Hershey's bar, just like Megan used to give out, for good cheer.
There are also two light-up angels, hung in the front window.
Most nights, when Ron gets home and the street is dark, he plugs in the angels, and he feels a little closer to Megan.
I don't know about the rest of y'all, but I think that karma is all wrapped up in this one. It seems that the last online words that Megan Meier ever read, and the last words written by Lori Drew under her "Josh Evans" alias will come back to haunt this woman for the rest of her life. To whit:
"Everybody in O'Fallon knows how you are. You are a bad person and everybody hates you. Have a shitty rest of your life. The world would be a better place without you"
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HE HI HO HUM
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Posted:Nov 18, 2007 8:50 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2020 10:33 am
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So, the Santa's of Australia are giving belly laughs with HA HA HA's this year since in the U.S. belly laughs with HO HO HO's are thought by Australian marketing moralists to refer to prostitutes.
I reckon in BlogLand the Santa's might counter with HE HE HE's. I see "he he he" a lot around here.
blog on!
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The Twisted Fate Of Megan Meier
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Posted:Nov 14, 2007 8:49 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2008 7:31 am
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I saw a little blurb on CNN news this morning about a young girl who was supposedly driven to suicide after being mentally tortured online through a fake profile on MySpace.
Intrigued I went looking for information on this story in order to determine its veracity. So far all I have found outside of the blog world is a report from the St. Charles Journal, which is an internet news site with Suburban Journals - of which I am unfamiliar.
Anyway, the jist of the story is that Megan Meier, a 13 yr. old resident of Dardenne Prairie, Mo. hung herself in her bedroom closet after realizing that she had been very publicly humiliated by an internet prank.
She was heavy, and she lacked self-esteem. Suddenly, a boy appeared asking to be accepted into her friend network on MySpace. He represented himself with a handsome photograph and kind words. They chatted for weeks and then suddenly "Josh" called it off, saying that he heard she was mean to her friends. Subsequently he began to be mean to her and got others in her school to join in.
It turns out that "Josh" was created by the MOTHER of an on-again off-again neighborhood friend of Megan's. This adult woman wanted to find out what Megan thought about her and so embarked on a ruse that ended with fatal consequences. Google Megan Meier St. Charles Journal, and read the article.
Even though I have not yet satisfied myself that what I read is all true, the issue sure is one that resonates. Fake profiles and internet harassment can lead to terrible results. Certainly it behooves us to not trust anyone on the internet, as well as to grow some skin if we do decide to play there.
What do you guys think of all this?
For more on this story, please see Megan Meier Update
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Walking With The Kingfisher
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Posted:Nov 13, 2007 7:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2017 9:26 pm
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The weight of the world seems heavy at times. When that happens I usually go outside and walk in the woods. It comforts me somehow.
Perhaps by giving me perspective. The trees still stand. The frogs still jump. I realize every time that what had seemed so important was nothing more than a puff of smoke on a windy day.
Then I go home and make cookies. 
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Only A Parent Could Know
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Posted:Nov 6, 2007 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2020 4:03 pm
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It strikes you to the core of your being.
It touches you uniquely, like no other sound can convey.
It is the anguished cry of your in despair.
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Bloggericks #24
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Posted:Nov 1, 2007 9:39 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2009 9:00 pm
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Hi ! Welcome to Bloggericks, by keithcancook.
Here's a bloggerick for a long time supporter of The Venting Blog. She began blogging long ago, when BlogLand was young...
Artimus4U
Artimus4U
There once was a blogger named Arti.
She's the queen of the chatting room party.
Her blivet so pithy, with poetry pretty,
to party with Arti is smartee.
smartee?  well YOU rhyme it then! 
Enter koocnachtiek...
koocnachtiek
Oy.  Sorry, y'all. My master is too embarrassed to cum to the point!
There once was a blogger named Arti.
She's the queen of the chatting room party.
Her blivet so pithy, with poetry pretty,
and that nipple pic makes my dick hardy!
The Laocoon group. Found in the Octagonal Courtyard at the Vatican Museums, this piece gave me chills. I had first seen a picture of it when I was 10 years old and thought it was pretty cool looking. (I have been a history buff nearly my entire life) I did not know it was in there and wasn't expecting it. I had goose bumps breaking out all over as every hair on my body paid homage... 
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Canada, U.S.A.
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Posted:Oct 30, 2007 6:27 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2012 6:08 pm
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Canada, U.S.A.
So, it seems that my government has chosen to promote tourism here in the United States by using photographs of Canada. Now, I understand that Canada is beautiful. I've been there. To the Horseshoe Falls even, where the photos were taken.
Heck, those falls coulda been ours. They shoulda been ours. But no. The locals just had to remain loyal to old King George back in 1776. After that, we coulda got the whole country when the British came back in 1812. But we were diverted when they torched our capitol city, curse them.
We almost got part of it in the 1840's. British Colombia was up for grabs, but President Polk drew the line at the 49th parallel. Dadgummit! We almost got Vancouver but for him.
I tell you, Canada woulda coulda shoulda been OURS!
Oh well, if we can't have Canada for ourselves in reality the next best thing is to have it virtually it would seem.
Even so, my government should have sent their photographers here. To North Carolina where beauty is spread from the mountains to the sea.
blog on!
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Should Smart Alecks and Wise Crackers be Banned From BlogLand?
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Posted:Oct 25, 2007 7:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2017 8:24 am
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Should Smart Alecks and Wise Crackers be Banned From BlogLand? Should we tolerate unhinged bloggers running around making comments that seem to miss the point of the post?
Witness what happened in [blog Ptalk1155]'s blog recently. In his post [post 1086905], he wonders about the lack of participation in his club...
Ptalk1155 ...And hey...nobody wants to join the Kink of the Month Club? What gives?
Enter the wisenheimer...
Ok. I'll join.
Are we supposed to give an introduction first?
I think it's the 4th vertebra for me. Sometimes my neck really stiffens up from it and I cannot even turn. I suffer mostly in the winter, so pencil me in there. I'll take January if I can still get it.
Now I ask you. Is this the way folks should behave in BlogLand?
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BlogLand's Most Unusual Sexual Experiences #6
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Posted:Oct 9, 2007 10:30 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2010 10:03 am
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Hi ! Welcome to another installment of BlogLand's Most Unusual Sexual Experiences, brought to you by The Venting Blog.
I conclude this series with a little slapstick courtesy of one of my longtime friends here, candysoveryverysweet. She originally posted this as a two part story. In part one, [post 29423], she provided a copy of a steamy cyber sex experience, giving us the play by play.
Part two, [post 29458], is the stuff of legend, and is the focus of my post here. I have edited it for brevity and cohesion, but please visit candy and read it in the original sometime.
We pick up this story just as our heroine has massively climaxed after a lengthly cybering session under the direction of her cyber lover. She has a vibrating egg stuffed up her twat, and another one banging away in her ass...
candy69sosweet
[blog candy69sosweet]
Okay, so I'm sitting here, just coming down, my heart is starting to beat semi-regular, and #1 comes in. She's the 23 y/o, and she just had to tell me about her weekend camping with the boyfriend.
Here's me with the eggs still inside, but turned off. So I'm trying to listen to her, but I was still online with my cyber lover.
Then in walks #2, the 18 y/o pregnant one. She plops on the floor, right next to the computer.
So I'm sitting there, shoes off, panties soaked.
The eggs?
Well, the eggs are still buried inside me.
The cord?
Yeah, hanging down one leg.
So, I can't cross my legs because the cord will show to #2. I can't get up, since the controller will be dangling between my legs.
The egg in my ass is starting to get a little uncomfortable, as it's not wet anymore. And through it all I'm trying to act like nothings wrong!
My daughters are now talking about the baby shower and all I want is for them to GET OUT OF THE FREAKING ROOM!
But i gotta be a nice mommy. I gotta smile and laugh.
Then they start telling jokes, and I'm laughing, but I'm also getting nervous. It's getting close to the time my husband will be home.
#1 starts telling dead baby jokes to her pregnant sister!!! They're really bad, but #2 is laughing. All the while I'm screaming inside, "GET OUT!!!"
Next, I forget that I can't cross my legs. So of course I do. The controller falls... KLUNK!... and hits the floor.
Thankfully, #1 just got to the punch line so they don't hear it. But I sure did.
Now, I'm aware of the fact that hubby will be home any second. So I try to retrieve the controller by pushing it toward me.
I reach down and pick it up. I Tuck it under my skirt just as my husband walks into the room.
You'd think that I'd covered my bases, right? No problem, right?
WRONG!!!
When I tucked the remote under my skirt, I accidentally TURNED IT ON!!!!! OMG!!!!
So now here I am. I know I can smell my scent, and I know it's on my hands since I haven't been to the bathroom yet.
Here he comes over to kiss me goodnight. Oh! I have the eggs vibrating inside me. I almost shit, but I couldn't coz the egg was up there vibrating. Driving me crazy.
Well thank goodness he didn't notice. I'm an Oscar award winning actress.
Finally the girls decide to raid the kitchen, and hubby heads on up the stairs. Myself, I made a mad dash to the bathroom.
The pussy egg comes out nice and easy. Believe it or not, I'm still wet.
But the anal one is stuck. I'm pulling on the cord, but not too hard as I don't want it to break. Imagine having to go to the ER with an egg up your ass, trying to explain how it got there.
So I sit on the toilet, and try to push it out. The lube is in the den by the computer, so I can't use it. Then I remember.... there's baby oil in the bathroom closet!
So I pour some on my finger and go digging for gold, or in this case, silver bullets. I managed to get it out at last.
Oh! What a relief! So, I'm standing there washing them when hubby comes back downstairs and asks to turn the music down.
Thank goodness the door was shut, coz I'm standing at the sink with my panties around my ankles, washing out the bullets.
"Yes, dear, I'll turn it down as soon as I'm done", all the while thinking, "get the heck upstairs so I can get outta here!"
He went back up, and I heard the door close. Taking the opportunity, I made another mad dash back into the den with my toy in hand, hurrying so my daughters won't see. I got in there, put the toy away in a bag, and here I sit laughing my ass off coz it was just too funny!!!
I'm just too depleted from reading that to come up with a smart assed comment. I swear it leaves me breathless every time. Maybe [blog 1hotwahine] can fill in for me on this one.
So, drum roll please...
Take it away, wahine!
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BlogLand's Most Unusual Sexual Experiences #5
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Posted:Oct 9, 2007 12:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2010 10:00 am
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Hi ! Welcome to another installment of BlogLand's Most Unusual Sexual Experiences, brought to you by The Venting Blog.
So far we have seen some rather unusual escapades. Deadly weapons, disembodied dentures, tongue-numbing woodys, and a puked upon peter.
Today's episode ventures into water sports, where we find our favorite anti-hero, barbiebunny, knee deep in passion while having a little plumbing work done...
[blog barbiebunny]
I was at a 5 star restaurant and was with this hot guy that really really got
me off. Anyway I went to the bathroom, and he followed me
inside and he pushed me up against the wall kissing me and
pressing his hard cock into me.
We locked the door so we had
the bathroom all to ourselves. He picks me up and lifts my
unpantied skirt onto the edge of an Italian marble sink..the
perfect height to go down on me.
So my ass slides into the sink
a lil bit, my legs are spread wide open, and he begins to eat
me out of the finest kind...
Then all of a sudden, the sink
dislodges from the wall, and I helplessly, with my ass in the
sink, drop about 4 feet to the ground. Once I hit bottom the
water line broke and shot directly over my head flooding
the bathroom.
After I knew my ass was ok and the sink didn't
break...He came over to me and we made hot sex on the wet floor
of the bathroom getting all drenched in water. After we
were done we tried to dry off best we could and reported to
the management a "faulty" sink and to call a
plumber. The Manager of the place just giggled...
The rain may fall, and the wind may blow, but bunzy's dew must always flow... This woman just won't be denied.
I suppose the moral of this story is that if you are going down on bunzy, be sure to bring a snorkel along. 
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BlogLand's Most Unusual Sexual Experiences #4
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Posted:Oct 8, 2007 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2010 1:03 pm
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Hi ! Welcome to another installment of BlogLand's Most Unusual Sexual Experiences, brought to you by The Venting Blog.
Today's episode comes from Vancouver, British Columbia, and our very own Mayor of BlogLand, sexyfitwoman.
I had hoped that Her Honor could be here to present this post with me, but something must have come up... 
sexyfitwoman
[blog sexyfitwoman]
...As to my personal experience regarding deep-throating and gagging, before the new year I had an experience where I was giving oral, getting into it, enjoying it. The man had his hands in my hair, guiding me, not really forcing me. All of a sudden, he hit the back of my throat *just right*, and I tossed my cookies all over his lap. He didn't even realize it until I said, "I just threw up on you."
We were shouting apologies at each other, interspersed with, oh, my god, and I ran to get him a washcloth. It was actually a funny, self-deprecating experience.
He called me recently, and I didn't recognize his voice or even his name. I said, I'm sorry, refresh my memory. He said, "This is the guy who you threw up on." AH! Only one of those!
Oh well, I suppose that first class cocksuckers like our Madame Mayor can throw up and disgorge stories like this rather easily. I feel for the guy though. The poor wretch. sexyfitwoman can correct me, but I think his name was Chuck.
Honk if you like this post, or heave a comment if you prefer. Er, I meant to say leave a comment...
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