During a recent court hearing, Luke Wenke’s public defender inaccurately implied/suggested that I created this website to harass Luke Wenke and made several other statements that arguably convey falsehoods about me.

I Blog About Luke Wenke Every Day.

No, I don’t. I go days at a time without updating this site. I’m not going to fight too hard on this one, because it’s not difficult to disprove. Look at the dates. There are gaps.

If I did want to blog daily, that would be my prerogative. Luke Wenke writes chicken scratch about me every god damn day and mails it to every Tom, Dick, and Harry who doesn’t reject his mail at this point, as well as the court, where he knows damn well it’ll be uploaded to the public record. But hey, no one talks about that.

Luke Wenke was obsessed with me long before this website existed, so it’s laughable how they tried to low-key retroactively blame my seven-month-old website for three-plus years of stalking and harassment. I stayed silent for years while Luke Wenke droned incessantly about me in court letters, online posts, and to anyone who would listen. I have every right on the fucking planet to blog about this situation daily if I want to. It has deeply affected my life, and I understand why the defence tried to make this website seem like a diss platform with no meaningful purpose, but it was borne out of much different factors.

I’m still on board with the defence’s argument that Luke Wenke doesn’t belong in a mental hospital, but that was downright grimy and cheap. I guess I should expect no less from a lawyer. Anyway, moving on…

This website’s existence and frequent updates mean I’m “fixated” on Luke Wenke.

I’m just going to leave the following image of a pop-up that appears the first time anyone visits this website. I think it covers the reality of the situation:

They’ll understand when he targets them. So will all the other parties involved in this case.

Maybe I created this website to harass Luke Wenke.

I didn’t. No maybe. I just flat-out didn’t. I’ve been clear about my intentions from the jump, and I understand that the defence has a right to cleverly withhold this information during a court hearing. But Luke Wenke had been in jail for almost a year when I created this website, and I had no reason to believe he’d be free anytime soon. People involved directly in this case told me he would not be freed in the foreseeable future. And last I knew, jails don’t allow inmates to surf the web.

As soon as the Foot Soldier talked shit on this website’s Facebook page, I blocked her. When her boyfriend tried to stealthily join my private group, I denied the request and banned him from my page.

I’ve remained steadfast in my no-contact policy toward Luke Wenke and his immediate family, and I always will. He’s not my intended audience, and he’ll never be welcome here. Unlike him, I’d have the guts to say something to him directly if I had anything to say. I have absolutely nothing to say to Luke Wenke. This page is for people who have been harmed by him and to provide information about the case. A lot of people were asking me about this case, and on a pretty routine basis, when I made the site. And I believe people have a right to see the information I share, just like Luke Wenke believes he has a right to spew vile, inaccurate filth about me from sun-up to sundown.

Luke Wenke’s mom, a “trusted source of information,” said I wrote a negative Yelp review about her restaurant.

…and it therefore makes sense for Wenke to believe that I did.

Reliable source of information, pot-stirrer. Potato, po-ta-to. You know what? I’ll be honest. I wasn’t going to ever say this, because my intention isn’t to fuel the fire. I do know who wrote the Yelp review, and I’ll never throw that person under the bus. And it’s probably not any of the people Wenke or the Foot Soldier would suspect.

I found out about the review well after it was written, when Wenke bitched about it in one of his letters to the court blaming me for it. And I’m apparently a better guesser than Wenke or his mother, because I figured out who it actually was, and I was able to confirm this information. Let’s just say that Wenke and his mother are making connections where none exist when it comes to the Yelp review.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not surprised they blamed me for it. But it wasn’t me. And it seems a tad reckless for the defence to imply that Wenke’s mother is a reliable source of information when she 1. was completely wrong and 2. clearly had not fact-checked her allegation, or she would’ve been pointing her finger in a much different direction. The defence should trace the source of that post if they’re going to sling that kind of mud.

I get that they’re sprinkling doubt wherever the fuck they can, but I think it’d speak even more to their credibility if the people who won’t STFU about this Yelp review would do their homework. While they’re at it, they should look into whoever called CPS on the Foot Soldier, because that wasn’t me, either.

I became “irate”/”upset” with Luke Wenke’s public defender during a phone call.

“Irate” is a massive exaggeration. When Luke Wenke’s public defenders called me on February 12, 2024, I was admittedly extremely fucking irritated. Why wouldn’t I be? They’re my alleged stalker’s defence attorneys, and unlike Wenke, I don’t get off on confrontation and drama. I knew this conversation would likely go nowhere good.

I can’t even remember the last time I was truly irate. But I would not waste that type of energy on Luke Wenke’s public defenders. Maybe they’re not used to my standard annoyed tone, but it definitely wasn’t as dramatic as they make it seem. And I certainly didn’t “slam” the phone down like Wenke claimed his lawyers said. I’ve had the same cell phone for almost five years. It’s still in great condition because I take very good care of it. Slamming it against anything would not constitute good care.

The reason I was annoyed with Luke Wenke’s public defenders, besides the fact that they called me in the first place and did it while I was sleeping, is because I found their tone to be condescending. When I mentioned that I had befriended another victim, one of them said, “ohhh, so you HAVE been talking to [name]?”, as if I had just slipped up and spilled the biggest secret of my life.

My friendships with Wenke’s other victims are not secret. And the defence is going to spin it however they want, i.e. perhaps to lend credibility to Wenke’s fantasy about us conspiring against him. But the truth is that some of Wenke’s other victims have helped me through immensely hard times when Luke Wenke’s years-long efforts to destroy my life — which I never asked for, invited, nor deserve — nearly drove me to my breaking point.