From Robert A. Roy
11/14/2014
"I went to the dentist today. When was the last time you went to the dentist?"
Me: "Huh?"
11/10/2014
Re: HERE I GO WASTING MY TIME AND LIFE AND IT'S "ALLLLL MY FAULT" as Rob Roy always lets me know. What a sweetie!
Message recieved.
At 03:22 PM 11/10/2014, you wrote:
At 03:22 PM 11/10/2014, you wrote:
Two wrongs don't make a right.
I'm so disappointed.
I'm definitely no better than anyone or any of you in my family.
If you purport yourself to be a Christian or just a decent person, Jesus' answer to everything was/is love.
To have my dog stolen from me; my car broken into on a mild day and the a/c was on for hours and water and food were out for Lindsay as well as tinted windows and shades -- it was cooler in the car when I got in than outside. And to be told "she's dead" but nothing else at all is unbelievable. To have my family call me a "dog killer," without first asking me what happened and supporting me instantly as so-called normal human beings do makes absolutely no sense at all. To continue to ignore me and act like I'm a big asshole you can write off as dead is sickening. What's wrong with each of you? I can't begin to explain what Rob Roy is thinking, and I have apologized but he's hired lawyers to take out Restraining orders on me?! Please. What's he so afraid of? If you really want me to wind up like Diane -- okay. Do nothing helpful. Don't question authority and whether someone could have stolen Lindsay or feared a lawsuit and sent her to Florida. I'm not crazy one bit. I loved and still love her more than anyone or anything ever. If you care about me at all, HELP! Don't write lame meaningless messages like "GET HELP!" Huh! What? Where? From whom?
Help me get my dog back! Stop shirting all over me. Be a family. Someone! Now! That includes the jerk who stole my other Chocolate Lab, Bella. John Park. Won't take my calls regarding Lindsay. And no one will help me?
God forbid you lift a finger and help me at all. I can remember what I've done for people and it's not tit for tat or one for one but it's like I did this -- and I get pulled down as a return favor.
God forbid anyone help.
And you're imaginative and Rob Roy somehow knows everything I'm doing all the time. So I'm sure when he's not spewing hate, venom or his phony sorrow and jealousy, somewhere in there is a father who treats his "heterosexual" daughter (divorced how many times and how many abortions?)...if you're all going to consider me worthless than look in the mirror, assholes.
Bye
Kevin Roy
TV Anchor/Reporter & Host
37250 Bankside Dr. #5
Cathedral City, CA 92234
760.844.3802
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DEAD
I understand that writing to you is futile, but I do it anyway. I also understand that the response will be the usual diatribe of vitriolic demonization.
It's getting close to Thanksgiving. Pamela and the kids will be here, as well as a remarkable 85 year old man who teaches philosophy at a university. I will state those things for which I am grateful. Left unsaid will be my great sorrow for your absence. Given how you have villainized everyone, I can't imagine that you would get an invitation. Nonetheless, I hope you do and that you get some pleasure from the day. My sorrowful memory will be on brighter times when we were all at the same table.
Your Wizard of Oz father who is pulling the strings to hurt you. Lay on McDuff.
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It's getting close to Thanksgiving. Pamela and the kids will be here, as well as a remarkable 85 year old man who teaches philosophy at a university. I will state those things for which I am grateful. Left unsaid will be my great sorrow for your absence. Given how you have villainized everyone, I can't imagine that you would get an invitation. Nonetheless, I hope you do and that you get some pleasure from the day. My sorrowful memory will be on brighter times when we were all at the same table.
Your Wizard of Oz father who is pulling the strings to hurt you. Lay on McDuff.
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I remember that time well. Very nostalgic.
Love, Brian
On Fri, Nov 7, 2014 at 10:16 PM, Karen Cullen <karenlcullen@gmail.com> wrote:
Rob, that made me very nostalgic. Remember playing Cranium? Those fantastic table settings John and Kevin used to prepare? Walking down the lit-up streets of Chicago?You know, the autumn after Scot died I took an adult-education creative writing class, just to make myself get out of the house and see people one night a week. One of our assignments was to "write about a memorable Thanksgiving." I have attached my story to this email. It's probably full of exaggerations and omissions, but it's a pretty vivid memory, nonetheless.Happy Thanksgiving!!KarenOn Fri, Nov 7, 2014 at 6:50 PM, Robert Roy <aubreyanalytics2@gmail.com>wrote:I understand that writing to you is futile, but I do it anyway. I also understand that the response will be the usual diatribe of vitriolic demonization.
It's getting close to Thanksgiving. Pamela and the kids will be here, as well as a remarkable 85 year old man who teaches philosophy at a university. I will state those things for which I am grateful. Left unsaid will be my great sorrow for your absence. Given how you have villainized everyone, I can't imagine that you would get an invitation. Nonetheless, I hope you do and that you get some pleasure from the day. My sorrowful memory will be on brighter times when we were all at the same table.
Your Wizard of Oz father who is pulling the strings to hurt you. Lay on McDuff.
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Me: bYou're so disgusting, liar.
Kevin Roy
Kevin Roy
On Nov 3, 2014, at 6:53 AM, Robert Roy <aubreyanalytics2@gmail.com> wrote:
I don't think all of that babble answered the question.
Here's a mystery. How do you pay the rent, buy food, enjoy your meth habit, and otherwise spend money without having a job?
At 07:26 AM 11/3/2014, you wrote:Thank you! More hateful material for the various authorities and ventures for which your own words will be so helpful. "Daddy."
HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM, ASSHOLE?
Here's a mystery for someone I consider dead and I have no idea why I bother writing a total shithole like you.
Ever hear of love?
I know. Only if you're an offspring of Rob Roy who -- like him -- is so NOT gay and NOT in unit 4.
CAN YOU SPELL BULLSHIT, liar?
When do you cut the crap already. You've been "called out" on it. Return Lindsay and refund and repair my stolen everything, asshole!
Or three letters -- and I'm not at all afraid to go there. F. B. I.
BOAKYAG pierced shit hole..better hurry before this thread is your '86'd reality, queen!
Not at all funny.
And you still won't call me.
Guilty much? Yep! Now deal with it, loser! Major loser! Not changing my name or appearance. I haven't been the bad guy. You're so hiding something with your Joe Capela intervention BULLSHIT.
Okay, time's up!
Hermes gift card -- no explanation. Stolen.
The Slammer -- that was you, fairy! Hiding for your life in the sling room. Another bottom who LIES.
As George Burns put it -- what goes around comes around.
AND WITH LOTS OF INTEREST, PAIN AND SUFFERING. Your choice -- remain free and try to be nice to the son you don't love.
Or ..we'll let law enforcement take care of your pathetic sad old add. Nice nosering, "BYE, DIANE. ON ANOTHER MOOSE HUNTING EXCURSION."
Speaking of Ford Excursions, screw you worst "father" ever. As if someone born in Canada with the last name of Roy doesn't know how to say "Deux petites frites."
Methinks the "lady" doth protest too much. Right, Glenn? Close.
STOP NOW! BE MY FATHER. BE A MAN. YOU'RE TO BLAME FOR ALL OF THIS SHIT, ASSHOLE!
In memory of the mother I love and miss more than anything and the woman who made you look like such a TWATT! With two Ts!
Oh yeah, I have your emails about "is there anyone in the desert who will still help Kevin? Maybe he's headed to Chicago! If you see him, contact police."
GURRRL, please. Give me a break. You're the aggressor! Not me, abusive counselor to John Park. Probably paid him, too. Babysit Kevin so he doesn't get too close or find out what really happened to DMR.
You're truly evil.
Rotting is guaranteed.
Love is the answer to everything. Because you're clueless about that, u feel really sorry for you, "AA."
Aubrey Analytics and Assholes NON ANONYMOUS.
Defamation, slander, The ADA RE LINDSAY.
Stop it and turn it all around -- RIGHT NOW..or I'm killing myself.
And I mean it. Creep!
Love, love, love to you and Pam and Karen NOT MADONNA Cullen and the rest of the whole wide world of assholes!
Kevin R. Roy
760.844.3802
email: krroy7@yahoo.com
37-250 Bankside Drive Apt. 5
Cathedral City, CA 92234
www.KevinRRoy.com
On Oct 28, 2014, at 8:24 AM, Robert Roy <aubreyanalytics2@gmail.com> wrote:
Here's a mystery. How do you pay the rent, buy food, enjoy your meth habit, and otherwise spend money without having a job?
At 03:51 AM 10/28/2014, Kevin Roi wrote:Delivery Notification: Delivery has failed
On Oct 24, 2014, at 7:28 AM, Robert Roy <aubreyanalytics2@gmail.com> wrote:Paranoid drug head, I am not in unit #4 and poor Lindsay has died due to your selfish behavior.
You know the symptoms of using meth.
At 01:26 AM 10/24/2014, you wrote:Total bullshit and even you know that loser. Stop putting yourself down so much. Then again, as the worst individual of all time, you shoild shit all over yourself until you're draft, like one ginormous filibuster and it still won't come close to an appropriate amends. Of course it would help tremendously if you would beg for forgiveness first but you won't.
BYE, asshole. In unit number four right next to me...return my dog Lindsay now you shithead!
Kevin Roy
37250 Bankside Drive #5
Cathedral City, CA 92234
(760) 844-3802
krroy7@yahoo.com
my website: www.KevinRRoy.com
On Oct 23, 2014, at 9:31 AM, Robert Roy <aubreyanalytics2@gmail.com> wrote:
You hate everyone and not everyone returns it with love.
At 09:18 PM 10/22/2014, you wrote:I'm rubber, you're glue.
Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.
Ever gone to a 12-step meeting regularly? If you attended only a handful, you'd understand what they mean by: "if you spot it, you've got it."
You'd also have at least a rudimentary idea of the concept of "unconditional love."
But there I go again. How could I? As if anyone but mean is to blame for anything bad.
You're right again. Everything is all my fault. The AIDS epidemic.
The job I lost in Chicago after 11.5 years of being #1 in the ratings, my two alarms didn't ring because I'm so very stupid. The 6 Emmys I won. How did that happen? Stupid is as stupid does. I guess it was just dumb luck.
The writings of my father who is clearly rooting for me to not return the U-Haul Truck I rented by 5:30pm PST on Monday. "Isn't it sad, Karen?" Jail isn't a good place to be using meth.
Is there still anyone there who is willing to help him?
The truck is parked somewhere in Palm Springs and he's unloading it. But where? He could be driving to Chicago.
If you see Kevin Roy, he is not to be trusted. Call police immediately!
Yeah, all my fault. Those were your very own words.
Family should be on sides. No one should be subjected to hate, fear, loathing and violence or be subjected to all the negative things you can send my way.
Where is the love in Joe Capela's "Johnson Method" intervention he claims to follow on his website? I haven't had any love it anything resembling it from anyone in my family for several years.
This part you're really going to love:
[Intro]
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
[Chorus]
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
[Verse 1]
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
[Chorus]
I started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
[Verse 2]
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
[Chorus]
We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
[Verse 3]
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
[Chorus]
We started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
[Verse 4]
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
[Outro]
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
[Chorus]
They were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin' "This'll be the day that I die"
Kevin Roy
37250 Bankside Drive #5
Cathedral City, CA 92234
(760) 844-3802
krroy7@yahoo.com
my website: www.KevinRRoy.com
On Oct 20, 2014, at 7:12 AM, Robert Roy <aubreyanalytics2@gmail.com> wrote:
You're good at expressing hate and loathing. How much of that is directed inward?
At 02:32 AM 10/20/2014, Kevin Roi wrote:RETURN MY DOG A-HOLES.
SHE'S CLEARLY NOT DEAD.
I CAN HEAR YOU, SHITS.
ROB ROY MUST FUCK OFF. REGARDLESS OF ANY BULLSHIT HE TELLS YOU, HE'S A LIAR. HE KILLED MY MOTHER AND HE IS TRYING TO KILL ME, TOO.
KILL HIM, ON MY BEHALF AND IN HONOR OF DIANE.
DON'T REPLY, WHATEVER YOU DO.
MIGHT MAKE YOU SEEM HUMAN, STUPID FUCKS.
Kevin Roy
(760) 844-3802
On Monday, October 20, 2014 12:24 AM, Kevin Roi <krroy7@yahoo.com> wrote:
"I'M SORRY YOU FEEL THAT WAY, __(Karen/Madonna/Fat Ass Who I can't believe you're still alive and haven't died from all the hate you spew like a wicked witch of the most 8 mile "Music" makes the bullshit from Madonna.....go down better....or it used to...until she became so desperate to be more like Britney and Nicki -- M-A-D YA WANNA?_______insert your name."
No, that's okay.
En-YOY!
Liars...
Kevin Roy
(760) 844-3802
On Sunday, October 19, 2014 11:16 PM, Kevin Roi <krroy7@yahoo.com> wrote:
I sent it too early.
The last line from RR was:
Maybe he's on his way to the Chicago area.
and my addition:
"I'm such a loser and coward and hide. I took out two restraining orders because Kevin wrote blog entries and I'm trying to do anything and everything to harm him and make him go bankrupt and destroy his ego because I hate myself for being a total gay homo on the downlow for my entire life, impregnanting Diane with a turkey baster, never being able to get it up and give her a hard dick like she wanted which is why she got it on and had a relationship with Barack Obama for years. So I flew on that flight or the next one and went to Arizona....
AND KILLED HER!"
THAT IS THE TRUTH. FOR REAL.
I KNOW YOU'RE ALL GOING TO CONTINUE TO BUY INTO ROB ROY'S TOTAL BULLSHIT AND PAM'S TOO.
YOU'RE DEAD.
Kevin Roy
(760) 844-3802
On Sunday, October 19, 2014 11:13 PM, Kevin Roi <krroy7@yahoo.com> wrote:
HEY FUCK FACES FROM PURGATORY DOOMED TO ROT IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY -- FOREVER. NEVER GETTING OUT!
YES, FEEL FREE TO FORWARD THIS TO THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND TO PUT IT OUT THERE SO IT JUST MIGHT COME BOUNCING BACK AND DO SOMETHING WONDERFUL FOR EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU....BUT NOT ME. I'M TO BE BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING. ROBERT ROY SCREAMED SO ON THE PHONE THE LAST TIME I CALLED HIM AND SCREAMED AT HIM BECAUSE I'M SO FUCKING MAD AND ANGRY AND CRAZY AND PISSED OFF AT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKERS WITH YOUR MRSA ON THE KNEE AND HOW DARE YOU NOT SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WITH ME OVER THE WEEKEND. THAT WAS HOW LONG AGO?
FOUR YEARS AGO!
HAVEN'T SEEN MY NEICE OR NEPHEW AND ROB ROY IS SO IN CATHEDRAL CITY BREATHING DOWN MY NEXT AND TRYING SO HARD TO GET ME TO DO SOMETHING BUT I DON'T HAVE A CLUE WHAT IT IS.
IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS TOTAL BULLSHIT THEN I WILL KEEP DOING ALL THE DRUGS I WANT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WHICH I HOPE WILL ONLY BE ANOTHER DAY OR TWO BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN THE PLEASURE PRINCIPLE, NOT THE MEANINGLESS GENERAL PRINCIPLES THAT RR ASCRIBES TO WHICH DON'T STAND FOR A GODDAMNED THING. WITH "G-P" YOU CAN MOVE THE GOAL POSTS ANYTIME YOU NEED OR WANT TO BECAUSE THEY ARE IN QUICKSAND. GENERAL PRINCIPLES -- DEFINE THAT. YOU CAN'T.
IT'S LIKE: BE HOPEFUL, EXPECT NOTHING.
LISTEN, SHITS -- I KNOW YOU'RE NOT MADONNA. GOD FORBID! TOO BAD YOU'VE WASTED YOUR BEST SOPRANO OPERATIC SINGING VOICE AND TURNED INTO A CUNT WHO CAN'T SAY ANYTHING NICE AT ALL.
AND YOUR DAUGHTER DRIVING TO SAN DIEGO AND SHE JUST HAPPENS TO COME TO THE SAME DOMINOES PIZZA IN SAN DIEGO WHERE I WAS AND IS YELLING "LINDSAY!" REPEATEDLY. AS IF I DIDN'T KNOW WHO SHE WAS AND THE BULLSHIT SHE WAS AND STILL IS ON. CRAZY! CRAZY MY FUCKING DEAD GAY FATHER WHO SHOULD BE WORRIED BECAUSE HE'S A TOTAL ASSHOLE PRETENDING TO BE J-JACKSON WITH A HOUSE IN THE CATHEDRAL CITY COVE.
STOP THIS BULLSHIT NOW!
AND DON'T TELL ME THERE ISN'T ANYTHING GOING ON.
I COULD SEND YOU PHOTOS OF THE HORRIBLE THINGS ROB ROY HAS WRITTEN TO HIS INTERVENTION SPECIALIST.
TO SUMMARIZE WHAT ROB ROY (with screen names and in person aliases of "J-JACKSON," "DOUG JACK" and "SKINHEADPIERCED" ONADAM4ADAM.COMWROTE. I MAY BE ONE OR TWO WORDS FROM THE VERBATIM (my comments in red.)
"Kevin rented a U-Haul truck, I just learned (really? how?) In order to do that he would need to have a drivers license and credit card. How is that possible? And he managed to load the truck in a day and remove everything. You mean there is someone who is still willing to help him?
He could be late with returning the truck. It's due Monday by 5:30.
If so, that would be good because jail is a bad place to use meth.
I found out he parked the truck and is unloading it somewhere in Palm Springs. Any idea where?
If you see Kevin Roy, call police immediately. He is not to be trusted and has threatened to harm me.
But it's not clear where he is.
Kevin Roy
(760) 844-3802
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