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Last Chance for Redemption

The next part of this story will take you Boys to a place you never expected.  But you do have the ability to stop all of this.

You let Don Stovner into my work place. 
Steve Koenig & Ted Whiting, you put me on a Conference Call that I should not have been on in order to put me in direct contact with my stalker, in my work place - somewhere I was supposed to be safe. You made those choices all in the name of a Prank.

Now, you can fix it. Simply provide a witness, that’s all.
A living breathing human being who can validate everything Don Stovner has claimed:

  • Someone who can validate he knew my Grandparents
  • Someone who can validate he was in Van Nuys during the 94 Earthquake – this is important, and the part of the story you Casino Operators don’t want to go.
  • Someone who can validate that he worked in the Port of Los Angeles in 2004/2005
You Boys pull that all together and this blog comes down forever. And just to be clear, I have to KNOW about this "witness" you dredge up, so one of you better grow a pair and reach out.


You brought him into my life, now you can finish the job by having him prosecuted for illegally accessing Federal Databases.  Prosecute him and the blog comes down, deleted forever. Continue to ignore the blog and claim that I am "unstable" and I humiliate you and cause a PR Nightmare for MGM Resorts International.


After all, in order to sue me in Civil Court for Defamation or Slander or whatever else you can think up, you will have to provide this anyway. I am giving you an out, a solution.

Otherwise, I might have to reach out to Jessica Kenny’s family and let them know how funny the Security & Surveillance Personnel assigned to Properties within MGM Resorts International thinks it is to watch a Stalker go after his prey.

HEY! What are the odds one of the Excalibur Surveillance Personnel watched the whole shooting go down? Hmm? You Boys think it's so funny to watch a Man attack a Woman, your actions as Corporate Managers are reflected by your Staff. 

I am not letting this go. I will humiliate and shame each one of you, because what you did to me, your little Prank, had long lasting repercussions for other women, namely Jessica.  Her family will have a field day with your corporation, won’t they?
She was killed by her stalker 4 years after you literally invited my stalker into my work place.  You set a dangerous precedent and a woman died on one of your Properties.



Steve Koenig, Ted Whiting and Ron Buono – you better start making phone calls and find that one magical person who can validate Don Stovner’s claims of being a part of my Family.  

Oh and Ron, baby, I still have the “bone phone” with all your lovely text messages. I am sure your wife and family will love to read the words you sent me.

This is what is coming next:
·      1994 Northridge Earthquake – funny how Stovner had specific details about me in that time and that place. You might want to check on the “juice” your buddy Kyle has with the FBI, because this one is a doozy and will certainly land you Boys in more hot water than you had planned.
·      1996 IRS Audit – bet you can’t guess what the IRS Agent told me about my Social Security Number.

I reach out to Jessica's family in 30 days. 

In the meantime, I will fill this blog with the antics of the Wynn - which brings us back to Ron Buono in the Wynn Back of House Hallway - and of course we can't forget about Carole Stovner and her intimate connection with the IRS ... tick tock tick tock





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