Evidence (of insanity)

Just when you think someone can't go any lower, they pull out a shovel and prove you wrong!

Had a couple of phone calls from Scarlett today that she will wish she'd never made.

Call #1 was to inquire whether I had forgotten anything in the room that I was sleeping in.  Told her no I didn't forget anything.  Are you sure?  Yep.  You didn't leave something in the right (or left can't recall which she said) nightstand bottom drawer?  Nope.

Well for reasons I can't quite fathom, Scarlett was (I guess) going through that room looking for things I may have forgotten.  And according to her she found a DVD of some gay/teenage porn.  So of course it must belong to Salty....

Honestly, I was laughing throughout so much of this phone call.  Scarlett has "evidence", she threatened to have fingerprints taken from this thing. I told her to go right ahead, take it to the police, your attorney, I don't care what you do with it.  Not mine, nor do I know whose it might be.  I have no idea who has been in that room over the past year plus.

Well Scarlett keeps up with the "evidence" line, she's going to "get me" and after a year of this nonsense, Salty finally had a belly full.  I unloaded on her (when I could stop laughing) with both barrels blazing.  Told her she was engaging in slander and I would prosecute her to the fullest extent of the law, she could kiss Tara goodbye along with my four legged friend.  By the time this is all over you will wish you were dead and I will so enjoy watching that.  You are going to come out of this with the absolute minimum.  And, up to this point I've been a nice guy in so many areas but that's over and done with.

I proceeded to call her names that have no business in a blog post so just use your imagination.  To help you along they started with B, C and W.

After that call was finally over, I left a message with my attorney to unleash the dogs of war and to get this B.  I've had it.  Scarlett can rot in hell.

Then, sometime later she calls back and leaves a voice mail.  We need to talk about this she said.  You must be mortified to have this secret exposed.  I'm not going to tell anyone, I will keep your secret.  So, I called her back and explained that we had nothing to talk about, I had nothing to be mortified about and there is no secret that must be kept from anyone.  However as I would later this evening discover, a lot of what she said was a lie even when she said it.

She had already contacted her attorney, Irving, a drunk friend of hers who lives 2 doors down (who apparently is now in possession of this "evidence") as well as my friendly neighborhood mole.  I've yet to check phone logs to see who else she shared her latest groundless accusation/allegation with but I'm sure I will likely see members of her family as well as other "friends".

Actually, I'm rather glad that she called Irving given my meeting with him last night.  I have a hunch that all this will wind up doing is just making my own case concerning her loose grip on reality that much stronger.  As for her attorney, he knows me and he knows Scarlett.  I believe I carry far more weight with him than she does simply because I have not engaged in these senseless, circumstantial (which is probably an overstatement) attacks nor have I committed any of the following fallacies which Scarlett seems to do on a regular basis:

Argument from ignorance
Begging the Question
Shifting the burden of proof
Divine fallacy

The fun has only started.