I guess it could have been worse

Dee Dee Wanted Her Daughter To Be Sick, Gypsy Wanted Her Mom To Be Murdered

Long time

But a very interesting court decision.


I sure do hope Janna's found herself a new hobby.

I swear

Ms O, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get my email address to link to this blog, and I don't want to post the actual address here, part of the reason I avoided my hotmail account was that I posted it here at one point and I began getting flooded with all kinds of spam from bots that pick up on that kind of thing. Sooooo, it's basically my name here (all lowercase) at gmail. Adding: yes, one word Ms O.

I usually pride myself on my ability to understand this here technology, but I swear everything that Google has ever done (except of course for, y'know, what they became famous for) makes me feel like an old person.

Ugh

I don't know why all the older images are gone. Thanks for letting me know, but it's something that's gonna have to wait - I've got all that junk stored offline.

One more thing

I have promised Janna's ex, (the real "Jesse") that I would keep his name out of anything I posted. They want nothing to do with her, and I can't say I blame them. So this is where that stops.

fun fun fun

So, part of my period of reflection included going back in time and re-reading this blog. I thought, "did it really begin this abruptly?" and yeah, it seems abrupt now, even to me, and I was mired in the ridiculousness. Looks like I have some 'splainin' to do.

This blog is called Piece of Fakey because the original blog name "Piece of Cakey" was the blog of "Jesse's" dumb, adorably goofy friend, "Cakey."

After Janna got found out, all of "Jesse's" friends' blogs went a little crazy. Their one purpose was to cover Janna's considerable ass, posts and comments would appear and disappear within minutes - she'd confuse the blogs and put up a post in the wrong "voice."

Eventually, the Cakey one just disappeared altogether, Janna must've thought deleting it was the best thing to do. But I thought, "I wonder if that blog link is obtainable now?" And it was. It was the perfect platform for me to expose Janna for the fraud she is.

What seems abrupt at first glance now was completely understandable to people who'd borne witness to the whole "Jesse" saga, from beginning to terrible end. I never expected to get to the point where it could be used as a tool to prevent future Jannafestations from taking root. But here we are.

I've started futzing around with a timeline, but really, almost a decade since this whole travesty began, does it really matter?

It's been a long time coming, but a change is gonna come

Yeah yeah yeah, I forgot the password to my hotmail account a while back, and I've been sooper busy, but I've switched to a new email, which was no mean feat, thanks to the convoluted machinations of le Goog plus.

In the deletion of the old account, I lost the youtube channel that hosted the Janna vid. I'm happy to be able to upload it again directly. At least I hope I was able to!

And I promise to weigh in real soon with at least a few post-trauma thoughts and opinions, having had quite some time for reflection.

In the meantime, I'm, like, totally reachable on the new gmail address. Till I forget the password.

Hey, llama llovers

Not sure if the Redditors or the Fandom Wank folk still read this blog, but won't someone help this poor llama?


This has been a Public Service Announcement.


And yeah, I owe you a real post. I'm out having fun, y'know?

time, she flies

I know, it's been a while. Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.

I need to catch up on a bunch of emails, I see. I promise I'll get to them over the next few weeks, unless something in my real life interrupts.

Here's a little fun fact for you to chew on. John M is not only still alive, he's a happily married grandfather. Not surprisingly, he looks like "Jesse" but older.

He dodged a bullet getting Janna out of his life before she could wreck it completely.

And, ladies, so did we.

fire

I sure bet "Jesse" has been busy with the wildfires raging in his home state. Being a fantastic fireman and living in Colorado. Ha!

And yeah, the Supreme Court came back with a predictably lame response to the appeal, so it looks like the court case has been knocked on the head. It happened about a month back, I've been meaning to write more about it, but I've been busy and hell, it's not like this information is going anywhere anytime soon.

I'll be back.

interesting reading

Doc Bonn Explains: The Difference Between a Sociopath and a Psychopath

"Psychopaths, on the other hand, often have charming and disarming personalities.  They are manipulative and can easily gain people’s trust. They learn to mimic emotions, despite their inability to actually feel them, and will appear normal to other unsuspecting people. Psychopaths are often educated and hold steady jobs. Some are so good at manipulation and mimicry that they have families and other long-term relationships without those around them ever suspecting their true nature.  An example of such an individual is the serial killer Dennis Rader (“Bind, Torture, Kill”) who had a family, career, civic life and avoided detection for 30 years."

and this:

"It is also appears that the etiology of psychopathy and sociopathy is quite different.  It is likely that psychopathy is the result of “nature” (genetics) while sociopathy is the result of “nurture” (environment).  According to the late David Lykken, a behavioral geneticist known for his studies on twins, psychopathy is related to a physiological defect that results in the underdevelopment of the part of the brain responsible for impulse control and emotions. Sociopathy, on the other hand, is more the product of childhood traumas and abuse."

The full article:
http://docbonn.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/doc-bonn-explains-the-difference-between-a-sociopath-and-a-psychopath/

so, that happened

I've been having such a great time away from this blog, sorry guys. But wanted to update and let you know that the appeal has been heard by the IL Supreme Court, and we're just waiting for a decision. So only the Shadow knows...

In other news, I did hear from one of Janna's schoolmates that Janna was ditched by John M back in the late 70s and was moved back in with her mother in Illinois for about a year before showing signs of being heavy with child. So who's Jessica's baby-daddy? Is it John Myrtle? Or perhaps this is where the St. James name comes in. Or maybe Janna simply doesn't know who Jessica's father is. There is a definite resemblance between Jessica and John M, though. Perhaps Janna went back for a visit to use John as a sperm donor (John Irving would approve). Does John M know Jessica exists? Vice-versa?

Janna seriously didn't need to invent people with soap-opera lives. She lives her very own. How sad.

commenters

blukats - that's a very interesting link, I'll be keeping tabs on that story, I'm not publishing your comment because I don't want Janna knowing what it's about, just in case...

Ms. O - absolutely, same address. And I have a feeling I know what photo you're going to be sending me.

to erase any doubt

Way back in May 2006, when "Jesse" was emerging from his own personal soap-opera-like hell, Janna and her best friend Annie Martel, who had once been "Jesse's" therapist, took him on a Memorial Day vacation to Beaver Island in Lake Michigan. After "Jesse" died, Annie posted this on his tribute blog.

Worth the Wait

My name is Annie and Jesse and I spent some time together figuring things out. I'll have some more things to offer about him once I determine what the boundaries are. I didn't know him like the rest of you did. I knew him in solely a clinical sense until Memorial Day of this year, mere weeks ago. At that time he was tired of talking about himself and his "little miseries," "all the time." So I dropped my guard and headed out into a social situation with Jesse and some friends.

The benefit for me was complete. I saw him as whole person for the first time, not just the sum total of his traumas. Of course I knew he was special, but there were moments that imbedded in me just how exceptional he was outside my office or a hospital room. I watched him entertain dozens of children in a skateboard park while fireworks fell behind them. I ate his delicious cooking. I watched him swim in big water with three horses he'd just met. I've been around horses for 35 years but would have never attempted that. He was a horse whisperer. A dog whisperer. A llama whisperer. A fire whisperer. A child whisperer. A people in general whisperer. 

One of the things that struck me the most was the fact I never really saw Jesse smile until that time we spent away from the office. I'd seen his famous wry smile. His famous devilish smile. I'd seen his sad little resolved smile. But never a full, easy, natural grin. Until that time we spent together in "the free world." Then there it was. All over the place. A 1000 watt smile. I chose to capture it with my camera phone. I don't really know how to use my camera phone. It took three people to get the picture from there to here, but here it is. Jesse's full, easy, natural smile. We don't know for sure, but we think it might just be the last image ever taken of him. It's just a bad, dark, grainy dinotechno picture phone photo, butI hope so, because in that instant he was comfortable being Jesse.

Isn't that fucking touching? Brings a tear to your eye.

Here's the other part of that story. One photo amongst several that have been sent to me since Janet Hopper's youthful indiscretions were brought to light.

Holy fuckballs. First of all, did EVERYBODY wear jeans in the 70s? Second, yes. That would be a photo of a twentysomething Janna with her husband John M. Ain't they cute?

And it's her psychotic attention to detail, the little embellishments like "We don't know for sure, but we think it might just be the last image ever taken of him." I mean, way to pile it on.

Janna's sleazy deception just gets grosser and grosser with each revelation. "[A] bad, dark, grainy dinotechno picture phone photo" equals "low-rez scan of a decades-old Polaroid which is grainy because I cut myself out of a photo with my husband and blew it up to torment an innocent woman for my own personal gain."

Whoops forgot the "while impersonating John Denver's ex-wife on a tribute blog to someone who didn't exist."

Happy New Year!

and a ho ho ho

Happy holidays to all you folks who've followed this crap and who continue to follow it (even you concern trolls and other assorted douchebags - hey, every family has its dysfunctional assholes, right?). You've made me realize how important it is to speak out.

This past year, we moved from Civil Court to the Supreme Court. Who knows what the next year will bring? There were no reports on any new hijinks brought forth by Janna, but we learned a bit more about ancient ones that she assumed were all forgotten, or at least forgiven. Odd how many of Janna's actions throughout her adult life have been unforgivable, and how many people who were deceived by her are happy to tell me their stories.

It's been a long journey from Janet Hopper to Janna Priggie, but she hasn't traveled very far.

Have a great and safe holiday, readers.

As for Janna, I'll speak for the dozens of women you've tormented over five decades: I hope you get coal in your stocking, and please go fuck yourself.

Paula

yawn

oh my.

Janet Hopper Myrtle St. James Priggie
lying her way through life for more than four decades
PS the Bay City Rollers called - they want their haircut back

Janna Priggie: club kid

Quill And Scroll pic
she looks so cheery

the future Janet Myrtle, cub reporter, on the school paper

and...Forensics. Still smiling. 

She'd place higher than third now, you betcha.

Ms. O

Wasn't sure if you wanted me to publish your comment, but HELLS YEAH, I would. Please email me anything you have via the contact link, if you want an address to snail mail something, I can give you that as well. And thanks!

well, that was fast

News of Janet Hopper's ignoble life must be rushing like wildfire (heh) through the class of 1970. Should make for an interesting high school reunion next go-round!

J. Sterling Morton East High School. Class of '70. I guess it was the companion school to John's. How sickeningly cute is that? Almost like the boy next door scenario. So cute I could throw up.

And, no, nothing about success as a serial liar, but dig her specialties in HS: Art, modern dance, newspaper, library, Russian club, debate club, quill & scroll, and my favorite, forensics, where good ol' Janet placed third for original monologue.

I must get my hands on this yearbook, to flip through this and see the photos will be very interesting indeed.

But for now, let me break down the interests in high school which have featured so largely in her warped backstories for imaginary people and helped her hone her emotional succubus talents.

Art: it's undoubtedly how she's gotten in the door for many of these relationships. I'm sure her knowledge of art helped her form a bond with the ex-Mrs Fogelberg. Modern dance, oh my god, as the "Jesse" persona, she would never SHUT UP about dancing. Russian, another thing she wove into her story. Her mother was apparently Franco-Russian and never could lose her accent, kind of the way Janna could never lose her Fauxstralian/Brit accent. I'd pay good cash money for someone who had video of Janna speaking in her native Chicago accent.

But it's all the writing clubs she belonged to, especially the award for original monologue, that really crack my shit up. Oy, if they only knew then how original her monologue would get. Although it's not terribly original, I suppose - like Judith Krantz, it's the same old shit thrown in the blender and arranged slightly differently on the page for each scam. I'd love to know what her monologue was about. Perhaps I should see if anyone else in the forensics club can recall it.

And debate club?! Suddenly the reason why she's so fucking good at covering her ass, it all comes to light. She trained to be able to argue any point, whether or not she believed it.

Honestly, I'm surprised she wasn't part of an Irish or French club. I guess those obsessions came later.

More soon, I hope, with photos.

1970

...that's the year that John M graduated from high school. He went to Morton West high school in Berwyn, IL. Apparently his girlfriend Janet Hopper (aka the future Janna St James Priggie) went to another school in Cicero. Apparently John was a super-nice guy, and Janet was always a lying freak. His friends never understood their relationship, a sweet fella on the track team hanging out with someone even known back then as a serial liar. Even in the late 60s she fancied herself a creative writer. I wonder why that doesn't surprise me.

taken straight from the Morton West 1970 yearbook. John is on the left.

And, a few photos "Jesse's" sister "Alice" sent me of a young "Jesse."

Oh, Janna. What would John say? and what lie of yours was it that split the two of you up?

Anyone out there got a yearbook for Janna's high school? I'd love to see what her extracurricular activities were. Girl Most Likely To Become A Serial Liar?