To skip past my banter and go straight to the letter, scroll toward the bottom of the page. And forgive my shitty graphics skills, but I needed to somehow convey the pathetically infantile nature of Luke Wenke’s behaviour.
While detained at the Chautauqua County Jail in June of 2023, Luke Wenke allegedly mailed a handwritten letter to the mother of Ryan (his romantic obsession). In it, he berates the recipient, calling her “chicken shit” because she won’t engage his attempts to interact. He also orders the woman to call his mom and sister to confirm that I apparently got drunk and threw a tantrum over 10 years ago.
Wenke was already in custody for similar conduct when he was charged with violating a protective order by sending the woman letters from jail. Records show that he sent the recipient two letters from the Chautauqua County Jail and three more from the Cattaraugus County Jail over a several-month period.
The physical existence of these letters is just one among many reasons why I believe that Wenke’s most recent batch of probation violation charges were 100 percent provable. And yet, no one was willing to bring the hammer down appropriately hard on Luke Wenke, and he was allowed to plead guilty to just one out of five charges.
The Letter’s Contents
The letter is redacted, but I can tell it’s about me. In it, Wenke expresses his typical misconceptions about my dating life, accusing me of something he calls “sugar bitching.” I’ve never heard this term from anyone else, so I’m not sure what it means. I think it might be an extra-derogatory term for indulging in a sugar daddy dating lifestyle. Even if I screwed 10 guys a day, it wouldn’t be Luke Wenke’s business. It sickens me that he feels entitled to make the wildly off-base allegations that I frequently read about in his constant barrage of letters to the court.
Perhaps the most intriguing aspect of Luke Wenke’s moral criticisms regarding my alleged “sugar bitching” lifestyle is the fact that he seemed perfectly okay with how I lived my life when we were friends. If he was truly so offended, why didn’t he say something back then? Oh, that’s right. Because he’s grabbing aimlessly in the dark for something, anything that he thinks will humiliate me.
In this case, he claimed that I’m currently living a “sugar bitching” lifestyle. Luke Oedipus Complex Wenke has not been privy to the details of my personal life since about two years before I ended our friendship. I stopped opening up to him all the way back in 2020 because I realised he was a backstabbing shitbag. I watched him doing it to other people and started formulating an exit strategy. Wenke doesn’t know who (or if) I’m dating, where I live, who I work for, or what I’m doing for a living. he has absolutely no clue, and I feel sorry for the family members who will have to deal with him when he likely comes looking for me at their residence after his release.
Additionally, Wenke accuses me and the recipient’s family of chumming it up with each other and at least one other victim. He seems to believe that his victims are part of a large-scale, organised conspiracy to bring him down for absolutely no logical reason. I’ve never met or even spoken with Ryan’s family, and my interactions with another victim who Wenke thinks I work for are all but nonexistent.
What Really Happened?
Is it possible that I threw an intoxicated fit more than a decade ago? Oh, yeah, sure. In the world I come from, it happens. It’s fucked up, and it should never be considered normal behaviour, but it’s not something most people are still reminding each other about 10+ years later.
Anyways, I have good ol’ LukeyPoo and his dear family to credit for my decision to quit drinking entirely three years ago. So they can rest easy knowing I’ve redemeed myself, and they can even take all the credit for it!
By 2022, my alcohol consumption was mostly social, and it wasn’t a daily (or even weekly) habit. One spring evening, Wenke and the Foot Soldier sent law enforcement to my home while apparently accusing me of being loaded on drugs, hammered, and in the throes of a schizophrenic meltdown. Neither the Foot Soldier nor Wenke’s sister were at the scene, and I hadn’t interacted with either of them in a very long time. I was also completely sober when the troopers showed up, but I never, ever wanted to lend credibility to that family’s bullshit claims, so I decided to stop drinking, period, in case they called the police on me again.
Three-plus years later, the case is ongoing, and I’m therefore more sober than ever. I wish it felt like more of a choice, or at least a choice for different reasons. But hey, Luke Wenke runs my fucking life to the point where it affects the decisions I make behind closed doors. Anyway, moving on…here’s the pathetic masterpiece that Luke Wenke cranked out between servings of ramen and Honey Buns while I was enjoying my summer at the beach, sans adult beverages.
The “Lexy” Factor
In the letter, Luke Wenke claims that I extensively researched a friend of Ryan’s named Lexy following Wenke’s arrest by the FBI in early 2022. I do recall Wenke asking me to look for a way for him to contact Lexy, but I didn’t do a deep-dive or uncover her life story or anything like that. At the time, I thought Wenke’s reasons for wanting to contact Lexy were innocent. Outside Lexy’s connection to Ryan, I assumed that she and Wenke had established a friendship of their own.
I quickly realised, based on the urgency Wenke placed on reaching Lexy, that he only wanted to contact Lexy because he was still obsessed with Ryan and was determined to pursue a relationship with him, even at the risk of his own legal case. Understanding the importance of avoiding any Ryan-related connections for the sake of his case AND because I didn’t want to encourage Wenke’s pursuit of someone who wanted nothing to do with him, I discouraged him from contacting Lexy. I knew he would be unreceptive if I outright said “Don’t talk to Lexy just because you’re obsessed with Ryan,” so I made it sound like I disapproved of her as a person. It was a mistake, but I was navigating the bizarre-ass, fucked-up situation the best I knew how.
In reality, I hadn’t uncovered any “dirt” on Lexy, nor did I make any up. And while my “disapproval” of her left Wenke with the impression that I thought she was a bad influence, I never, ever called her that or placed ANY blame on her for Wenke’s actions. Luke Wenke and Luke Wenke alone is responsible for the shitty things he’s done.
Moreover, by Wenke’s own admission, he was already aware that Lexy was involved in a family court situation (which I don’t know the dynamics of and don’t consider to be anyone’s business but hers). In fact, after being released from jail on August 10th and before his next arrest on October 3rd, he made numerous social media posts bragging about how he had abandoned Lexy on a roadside 1,000 miles from her home in an effort to interfere with her child custody battle. I didn’t know anything about that until Wenke made those social media posts. To this day, the things that Wenke prides himself on doing to Lexy are some of the most despicable acts I’ve ever known him to admit to.
Here’s just a sampling:
Luke Wenke – #59-5
July 28th, 2023
Luke Wenke Letter 59-E2
Luke Wenke #59-5 – Page 1
“And it’s time for yet another letter from Luke Wenke…
But only to [redacted – presumably the recipient’s name]. Nobody else. Just a guy in jail whispering sweet nothings to [redacted] I think that’s [redacted] with brown hair standing with Gary Johnson and some 14 year old midget in that picture I got hanging right by that glove I may or may not still have hanging from my ceiling fan at the house I will STILL be returning back to. I don’t know, I have another picture of someone with someone else at a Smashing Pumpkins concert. Maybe I’ll hand those pictures over to Kevin Bartholomew who wrote a letter to my Donald Trump appointed judge John Sinatra last year and in 2023 may or may not be behind that mysterious Olean Trump 2024 Twitter page. Hmmm…
Now I need to tell you about someone else who continues to be connected to both your’s and my own situation. Her name is [redacted]. She lives in [redacted] with her parents. She sugar bitched her way through NYU, and to this day she continues to sugar bitch her way through the world at 35 years old. There is FBI documentation available in my immediate possession of her immediate contact with an unnamed federal authority from January 2022. Now everyone in my immediate circle can confirm that it was likely her behind that 716 burner number that recently informed me that when we star 6 7 call people’s numbers for shits and giggles, we can still find out who was behind that star 6 7 call. That’s what she told me over a burner number. She is very clearly sugar bitching off of perfectly married federal ‘authorities’ (for lack of a better noun) and I can’t wait to get back home and hand over those FBI files to Kevin Bartholomew so he can Tweet them on the Olean Trump 2024 page. [Redacted] had my car last year when I first got to Niagara County Jail. And then she got mad at me so she got my car repo’d. And then my mother (whose number, name, and address you have on that first letter you got from me which you probably took Polaroid snapshots of and sent over to your insiders at Area 51) got mad at [redacted] so she called NY state troopers on her. There is NY state trooper documentation pointing out how drugged out [redacted] was at the door when they arrived. We need to FOIL for this paperwork so we can…”
Luke Wenke #59-5 – Page 2
“…include it in the FBI paperwork proving [redacted], as of Jan. 2022, was sugar bitching off perfectly married self-declared Christian federal ‘authorities’ and likely still are since my sister Camille [last name] of [address] outside Salamanca (phone number [redacted]) recently figured out it was likely [redacted] behind that burner number telling us we can definitely trace where star 6 7 phone calls are coming from. Please be mindful about [redacted] existence because she is liable to flip sides from [redacted] side of things and pull her hair and scream on camera as my mother and sister can tell you about once you call them finally and stop being chicken shit. CALL MY RELATIVES 800 MILES NORTH OF YOU; JUST DO IT. I ALREADY TOLD MY MOTHER ABOUT MY RIGHTS AS AN AMERICAN TO USE THE POST OFFICE ALL I WANT.
The good news about [redacted] is that when I first got to Niagara County Jail last year she looked up family court information about Elexya [last name], was not impressed, and so she blamed Lexy as my bad influence that got me where I found myself rather than your son. I used the information [redacted] told us about last year and used it when I got out of Allenwood to help the father of Lexy’s two kids Bryce connect the dots between Lexy’s connection to Minneapolis so he could beat her down in family court summer 2023 and win full custody of her two kids. Bryce also finally knows it was me who dropped Lexy off in Kansas City the way I did Feb. 2021.
Just realize that [redacted] is liable to flip sides at any moment. She is very clearly participating on your side of things these days. Guys can’t feel special around [redacted] because [redacted] continues to live with her parents and ask money from men over Telegram who she hasn’t seen in 10+ years. Ask my mother Janet McCaul for every bit of information you need to know on [redacted] so you’re ready when the day comes it’s publicly revealed she is VERY CLEARLY STILL sugar bitching off perfectly married self-declared Christian federal ‘authorities’ who grew up in states that begin with S and currently live in states that begin with M.
Paul Petruzzi thinks he is top criminal defense lawyer in the country. He’s from Olean but lives in Florida. I’ve known him since 2017, he went to school with my mother. He’s been watching my case on Pacer and he also told me for $25,000 we can all pay him to Rule 60 Motion this bullshit off our records. Alexander Anzalone said Rule 60 Motions DON’T work. I don’t know but Paul Petruzzi is the next person for me to figure out and I didn’t think the Capitol Rioters should all just get [illegible] anymore because it wouldn’t be fair to Joe Friedberg’s client Ivan Hunter. -Luke Wenke