Mezzacappa Seeks PFA Against Blogger O'Hare

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I'm beginning to lose count of the number of times West Easton Wingnut Tricia Mezzacappa has sued me, but she's done it again. My writing about her ridiculous gun antics and her brief alliance with the now jailed Jim Gregory, have really set her off. People who suffer from histrionic personality disorder, as she does, don't handle criticism well.

She's been barred from applying for restraining orders against me without court permission, so she's tried something new.

The PFA.

That's right, she's filed under the Protection From Abuse Act, the very law she was criticizing on her poofed blog only last week. Now that Act applies to family members or people involved in some kind of relationship, not drama queens. But that did not stop Mezzacappa. She just claims, falsely, that we are current or former sexual or intimate partners.

In her petition, she claims my recent acts of abuse include writing about her firearm, her employer, allowing someone to list her nursing license number on my blog, blogging for two years that she is mentally ill, a liar, unfit to carry a firearm, and unemployable. She complains that I use my blog to "disgrade", embarrass and intimidate her, and am "alianating" her from jobs, the police and friends.

Let me stop for a moment and state, as clearly as I can, that I do consider Mezzacappa mentally ill, a chronic liar, unfit to carry a firearm and completely unemployable. I make these statements about her because they are true and because you have a right to know that this is one political hopeful who is malicious, totally out of her mind and downright dangerous.

If that embarrasses her, too frickin' bad.

If she thinks filing a suit will scare me from continuing to tell the truth about her, she should know better by now. Lord knows, she's tried it enough times.

Her claims about my writing provide no basis for a PFA. Nothing I write about anyone would put that person in reasonable fear of bodily injury. I am very careful about that, and delete any comments that suggest violence. Not one word I've written about Mezzacappa would ever place her in reasonable fear of bodily injury.

But Mezzacappa claims there's more. I walk by her house and drive through West Easton, she claims. The only times I've been to West Easton in the past two years have been to visit Borough Hall and, once, the treatment center. I have studiously avoided not just her house, but the entire street on which she lives.

She adds that when she goes to the courthouse, I am always there. That's because I search titles for a living. She complains that I follow cases involving her, and that's true. I believe the people have a right to know about her. In addition, I have a a libel lawsuit against her, and judgment has been entered against her. She protests that I attend public meetings. Too bad.

She also rehashes her now tired claim that in 2011, I kicked her pig. Originally, she claimed to have filed a police report about it. But I've been able to determine she made no call or report about this matter. This is odd because she's complained to police about just everything else, including her dark-skinned neighbors. So Mezzacappa changed her story and claimed the phone must have slipped out of her hand as she slipped in pig piss or something.

Ri-i-i-i-ight.

In 2012, things got really bad. She saw me at a West Easton Borough Council meeting and this infuriated her. She stormed home, and then called police to claim that I had fed her pet pig rat poison and left a note on her stoop saying, "Dead pigs make good ham."

The reason for this false report was her anger at me for daring to cover a West Easton Borough Council meeting. There never was any evidence tying me to anything because I never did anything. I believe she made the whole thing up because she suffers from histrionic personality disorder.

Now, she's embellishing the 2011 pig kicking story.

At first, she claimed that I kicked her pet pig, after which she agreed to go on a hike and even got a bite to eat with me after a fairly intense session. She claims I then attempted to intoxicate her and exposed myself or something of that sort.

That's version #1.

In March, she told Judge Beltrami that I raped her, too.

That's version #2.

I would think she might have remembered something that traumatic a little sooner than 2 years after the fact, but that's me.

In her written complaint to the court yesterday, she gave version #3. "I believe that he put drugs in my drink - because I woke up the next day with bruises and I didn't remember the ride home from the restaurant. Then he took off his clothes in my house and presented himself in my direct physical path - so I don't know if he raped me because I don't know how I got these bruises all over my body."

Judge Edward Smith, who was forced to listen to her bullshit yesterday, refused to grant a temporary PFA. He has scheduled a hearing for August 5, 11:00 AM, Courtroom 4.

That's when we'll all be subjected to Version #4.

I will defend this alone. My attorney has been savaged by her for simply doing his job. He does not deserve that kind of treatment. No attorney does. So she will deal with me. She will not like that.

I am tired of her repeated false statements, and suspect the Court is frustrated by her nuisance litigation. She is a chronic liar, is repeatedly lying to the Court that she has also insulted, and I intend to make that very clear. I believe her obviously false statements in open court are contemptible, and could be punished on the spot.

Just as Jim Greogory is being released, she may be going in.

Drama queens belong in a theatre, not a courtroom.