We were sitting in a room with a half dozen people, most all of which were clinical psychologists, when my father began to tell a story which I'd never heard before. I recognized the 1st name he threw out, Dr. Terry Moody, as being the same psychologist I'd been in therapy with my 2 sisters and my father 15 years prior.
He began to tell these clinicians how he persuaded his second wife to take the MMPI and then how this Doctor of Psychology gave him the results of her MMPI.
"She scored a 4571" he said, waiting for their response. They were obviously stumped. "A 4571"? one of them asked. "Yes, she scored 4571", he scoffed. "She wanted to murder me."
"Mr. Pickens, the MMPI is not scored that way, why did she want to murder you sir?"
I'd been working things out in my own mind for several years at this point, and the Terry Moody saga had been a part of this, my quest for the truth of my life. Terry Moody was a child psychologist I'd met in the early 1990's & he'd offered to facilitate "family therapy" involving my two sisters, myself and my father. It became apparent to me, early on, that Boone was trying to influence Dr. Moody in any way he could.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
email to Robert Wilonsky
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Robert,
There's no extortion claim, extortion is a criminal term - boone's extortion/death threat, "drama offense", began after he sued me, anonymously, and was then outed by James Osborne - boone's "plan" was to silence me with the initial TRO, then a permanent injunction, case closed, in his dreams.
We got the TRO thrown out, at the 1st hearing, and then just kept whipping them in court, because they had nothing.
We were ordered to mediation, last summer - as expected, boone showed up "in bad faith" with a 20ish page offer in hand, to "buy mike's life story" - there was no negotiating - the mediator was stumped, we packed up & left before noon - we were told it was boone we'd heard, yelling/screaming, as we walked to the elevator. They worked at getting us back to the table, late into the next day, I was done though - we filed the appeal.
I'm not broke, drunk or mentally ill, as boone's lied in his various pleadings/press releases/statements. I'll be sober 8 years on June 12, 2014, and am successful in all areas of my life.
Donna & I have been married for 28 years. We moved into our new home, here in Ardmore, last November. I'm again active in the community, including the local AA/recovery community. I've been an actively practicing, certified ARISE Interventionist, since July 2010 & have now worked with 33 families.
I have an older sister, Deborah, who refused to join boone's lawsuit because boone has no financial power over her - the others are on boone's carefully dolled out payroll, waiting quietly/patiently for him to die:
Pam is a thrice divorced mother of 3, currently "dating" a married father (this "man" works for boone) of 2 children. My brother Tom was chased out of South Carolina, by an investor group he stiffed several years ago, to Texas - he's had more financial/regulatory/other problems here (Tom & Boone hadn't spoken for 20+ years until just before this lawsuit). Boone's been paying my step-sister Elizabeth's (boone married her mother when I was 18 - she knows nothing of my childhood) family expenses for several years - long enough that boone recently required Elizabeth take the home out of her husbands name.
my blog is not "defunct", it's just not "public" - I've written 250+ stories, all of which are on the blog, all true, in my own words, just like my life story - I direct my intervention/sober transport/sober companion clients to the blog when appropriate, just as I did before the lawsuit.
Direct quote from Deborah to my wife Donna, last fall, "everything on mike's blog is true but he's disowned now"
There's no way boone goes forward with this lawsuit - he's spent most of his life spinning the persona now visible on various websites & in all those pathetic, meticulously hatched, puff pieces ("T Boone Reborn" being the most recent).
My courtroom defense is simple - the truth, revealed through witness testimony, in an open court of law, and boone would never allow this, much less push for it.
My courtroom defense is simple - the truth, revealed through witness testimony, in an open court of law, and boone would never allow this, much less push for it.
mike
Friday, June 20, 2014
The piece on Texas water challenges (Lawmakers, landowners keep eye on water rights, May 31, amarillo.com) caught my eye.
Having been at the forefront of water issues in Texas, I appreciate the debate.
Water is critical to our state’s future, and it is about time it is getting the attention it deserves in Austin. It often takes a crisis to get government’s attention, and that is certainly what Texas is experiencing with the current drought.
There is much work to be done in meeting state water issues. The current patchwork of groundwater district regulation creates plenty of inequities, for example. Austin has plenty to fix there, and it should start by regulating groundwater production on an aquifer-by-aquifer basis.
Paramount to all of this is the protection of private ownership of groundwater rights. That was a core element of my plan to export Panhandle groundwater to meet the expanding water needs elsewhere in the state.
Ultimately, I recognized that the region was experiencing drought conditions of its own, and my friend and neighbor, Harold Courson, told me not to move the water out of the Panhandle. I was reminded of Harry Frazee, who sold Babe Ruth’s Boston Red Sox contract to the New York Yankees in 1919. Frazee’s family, as the story goes, was cursed for five generations. I didn’t want the Pickens family to end up like the Frazees.
Our Panhandle water sale was a win-win deal for all, and changed the economic landscape for those who participated. It is just another example of the private sector leading. All too often, government is a step behind.
If this drought teaches us anything, it is that government should lead, and not follow.
T. Boone Pickens, regarded as one America’s most successful businessmen, is chairman and CEO of BP Capital and architect of the Pickens Plan, an energy plan for America. Pickens is also a member of the Amarillo High School Hall of Fame.
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Bubba_Billybob 06/07/14 - 07:08 pm
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It would be like giving LeBron James and Art Modell space in the Cleveland Plain Dealer to opine about what is wrong with Cleveland sports. (For the non-fanatics, LeBron dumped the Cavaliers for bigger money in Miami, and Modell hijacked the then-Browns to Baltimore, where they became the Ravens, because Cleveland wouldn't give him a new stadium). Boone moved Mesa to Dallas because he couldn't choose the Amarillo mayor and city commissioners a second time, and then did his damnedest to sell Panhandle water to the Metroplex.
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dml823 06/07/14 - 08:39 pm
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"Having been at the forefront of water issues in Texas". No Pickens, you were not forefront in water issues, you were forefront in water hijacking. Now how about you just go back to screwing the people in Dallas and just leave us already-been-screwed citizens in Amarillo alone.
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Keebler 06/07/14 - 09:41 pm
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I'm a big fan. Have no problem with Boone Pickens.
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bfielder 06/07/14 - 09:41 pm
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His wind turbine venture, he'd have charged a fee for it!
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Dividend 06/07/14 - 11:03 pm
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Boone moved Mesa for several reasons but the main one was that the city sued Mesa.
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Bubba_Billybob 06/08/14 - 02:16 am
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In 1987, a slate backed by Boone Pickens and headed by Glen Parkey was elected to the City Commission. There had been a longstanding lawsuit involving the city and Mesa as well as Pioneer regarding whether some of the valuable components of the natural gas had been removed before it was sold in Amarillo. The suit was settled in March 1979- which Pickens wanted very badly- by that Commission on a 3-2 vote, but in the next round of elections that May, Parkey lost in a landslide to Keith Adams and all the other commissioners were replaced in an election where the biggest issue was how the Parkey commission had dealt with the settlement. It was after that- very soon after that- that Pickens moved Mesa to Dallas. Read the chronology at http://books.google.com/books?id=NC4EAAAAMBAJ&pg=PA164&lpg=PA164&dq=glen....
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Dividend 06/08/14 - 10:45 am
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As I said, many reasons for the move. Some of them were the same reasons that Shamrock, Santa Fe energy, maxus and several other oil companies moved corporate offices to Dallas and Houston. Other factors involved a boycott of the Amarillo paper and backing of the not so well liked president of WT. Sale of assets to the Rainwather group to restructure debt. Gulf Oil take over attempt. Hostile takeover attempt involving Batchelder. Blow up of banking relationships here.
I have known Boone since Lincoln was a cadet. His decision to move Mesa was made for a lot of reasons, the lawsuit was a minor but irritating part of it. At the time the lawsuit was heating up Mesa filed for a change of venue because the feeling of the attorneys representing mesa was that Mesa would not get a fair jury in Amarillo due to among other factors, the war with the paper.
The decision to move Mesa was a big loss to Amarillo as was the loss of the corp headquarters of the others. All were impacted by the difficulty to attract professional level employees to move to Amarillo, business relationships, difficulty of travel and the attitude of the city gov. Very little to do with whom was mayor. Mesa maintained a smaller office here until 97'/98' when operations were finally closed.
The lawsuit was somewhat the icing on the cake of the perception of small minds in amarillo which we deal with on an ever growing basis. Downtown ballpark for god's sake.
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Bubba_Billybob 06/08/14 - 11:39 am
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"main one was that the city sued Mesa," or "the lawsuit was a minor but irritating part of it"? All those other issues also factored into the move as well, but the sequence was as I recounted it: Boone's slate won the 1987 election, they settled the lawsuit as he wished, but then they were voted out because of it and then Mesa moved. The expression is, "My way or the highway"; he didn't get his way, so he hit the highway.
The important point is that Boone fought with damn near everyone in Amarillo (and everywhere else), especially the AGN, and they are fools to provide him space for an opinion column.
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Dividend 06/08/14 - 12:09 pm
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From one of your googles. You don't know what you are talking about. The lawsuit was perhaps the catalyst.
Boone is now focused on wind and nat'l gas as replacement for oil based energy. That alone will get him all the column inches available in every paper on the planet. If you think a paper should not print something because somebody fights with paper you would be a voice crying in the wilderness.
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Bubba_Billybob 06/08/14 - 02:50 pm
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I Googled for documentation that my memory was accurate. Boone is now focused, just as he has always been, on what is good for Boone. To that end, he has tried to control both the press and the political process, by whatever means necessary, and he has been merciless when opposition rises up. He got newspaper executives fired, he quit and then rejoined the WT board (by promising money for the business school with his name on it, which he eventually demanded be removed), and he relocated when his political puppets were rejected by the citizens. He is (and is proud to be) mean and nasty, and intentionally damaged Amarillo and then tried to damage the rest of the Panhandle by selling the water out from under us. If he wants his column published, it is because it benefits him, not us. Let him buy ad space.
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Dividend 06/08/14 - 05:37 pm
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Your bitter attitude and googled opinion is part of the reason that hundreds of professional jobs moved out of Amarillo. If you lived through it, it was on the edges.
Successful "corporate raiders" do not pour tea and sing kumbaya. Sounds like you were on the wrong team. :)
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hfred 06/13/14 - 05:03 pm
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Bubba is spot on - T Boone Pickens Jr. has never been anything other than a spoiled abusive bully who throws a temper tantrum when he doesn't get his way - now coercing the Globe News to print this ridiculous "letter" letting us in on how he "recognized the region was experiencing drought conditions and therefore didn't move our water out of the Panhandle".
Pickens' had no other offers for the water, after trying, desperately, to sell it downstate for well over a decade, and he damn well knows it:
http://goo.gl/ex8NVd
Is this self-absorbed phony really so delusional to think the people of Amarillo would fall for this, more of his ongoing 60+ year old effort to shape and control how the public sees him, through his manipulation of, in this case again, the press.
Pickens' had no other offers for the water, after trying, desperately, to sell it downstate for well over a decade, and he damn well knows it:
http://goo.gl/ex8NVd
Is this self-absorbed phony really so delusional to think the people of Amarillo would fall for this, more of his ongoing 60+ year old effort to shape and control how the public sees him, through his manipulation of, in this case again, the press.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Precious Time
3 years ago I was in Del Mar, California with boone, inc.,
where his most recent wife lived in the $35mm home she bought with proceeds
from her sale of a portion of the Clean Energy Fuels (CLNE - Nasdaq) common
stock boone was required to give her, prior to their marriage.
This, a union of two "people", both of whom I
would categorize as insanely delusional, entitled and omnipotent, along with
being grossly immature. A marriage that
ended up looking like precisely what it was; a structured, contract based
relationship; one where she was required to spend a certain amount of time with
him, per week, attending x-number of social functions, etc.
She had this new place, 3 hours from Dallas, where she was
picked up and delivered, via private jet, several times per week. She wanted nothing to do with Dallas.
There's no way this woman would ever get on a commercial
jet, voluntarily. I've seen her get off an elevator because of who'd just got
on.
During the trip to Del Mar, I saw/heard her walk into the
Pamplemousse Grille one evening, loudly making the pronouncement that,
"I've never seen so many ugly people in one room before."
What was that ?
I was shocked, did I hear her correctly ? Was it a joke I
was not in on ?
NO
I'd just lived 709 days in hard core drug rehab, with people
who'd become my best friends, incredibly wonderful people from all walks of
life; people whom I loved for who they were, had been and were to be. We were
all about truth, nothing hidden from each other, ever, truth always, because it
was the only, the beautiful, the real.
And now, I'm forced to see and hear this.
Why ?
Pitiful, hollow, a waste of time, in this, our lives of
precious time.
I kept my eyes open.
I'm to stay at the home of wifey's twin sister - I'm barely
a living creature in social status & of course, net worth($), barely above
a rat or a possum, so there's no hotel room for me.
I'm there to drive Mr Big around; so he never, ever misses a
meal, receiving, swallowing and then processing his constant/random abuse,
including having to listen to his non-stop:
boring natural gas bullshit, ad nauseam
same worn out resentments about the previous 4 wives who
victimized him
current resentments/complaints about the new wife who's
fucking with him
complaints/resentments regarding his "friends";
most of whom are dead & were not his friends, and how they fucked him
resentments/complaints about my siblings, their spouses and
their children & how they've screwed him/are currently fucking with him
blah, blah, blah - you are so boring so shut up, quit
whining, you're a friggin sissygirl put on a dress!
A few days later, during a CLNE/Nat Gas Act schmoozing
session with Indiana Congressman Dan Burton, who's sitting directly to my
right, the twin sister dumps her entire LARGE glass of red wine all over me and
Dan - he's so drunk he never knows, even when I'm soaking the wine off the left
arm of his jacket.
I'm wet, I leave.
Sister gets drunker, coming home where I'm working at a
computer desk, and hugs my head with her huge fake titties enveloping my little
bean head, knocking my glasses to the floor, telling me she loves me. I have no
idea what she was up to, probably nothing, but you know me, I thought it was
funny, especially when I re-enacted it, showing how my glasses were knocked
askew.
So, it's a funny story, that's it.
When I get home, I tell my wife - she laughs.
She tells my sister-in-law, who laughs.
Sister-in-law tells my sister :
TELEPHONE, TELEGRAPH, TELLPAM !
Pamagraph tells boone's wife, who's scared shitless the
world will actually care when this scandal gets out, then,
Booneygirl summons me to his office & tells me that this
incident has "caused me all kinds of problems"
I've heard this before: "caused me all kinds of
problems", many, many times over the decades, never knowing what was
behind it, scared to ask.
I'm curious now, so I ask him, "what kind of problems
has it caused you?"
He scoffs; he cannot tell me, but I now know, intuitively.
It's that this, my father's 5th marriage, is crumbling; they
fight like children and then his wife, this plasticized $35+mm prostitute,
throws this story in his face as if it's my fault & his responsibility,
every-time they spar, which, if this marriage is anything like the previous
4.....
Of course, this sissy buys it and wears it like any expert
victim would, because now, he's got another resentment, and it's on me, the bad
little boone & his favorite target.
It gets worse after this, as if he now has carte blanche to
call me on the carpet, whenever he finds himself in his head going nuts,
desperately needing a distraction, which looks like about 24/7 from where I'm
standing
So, it becomes very clear to me that this nut-job thinks I'm
the same guy he's abused, unabatedly, for the last 84 years.
I'm no longer that guy, hello !
Of course, a few days later, I get the email from (yawn)
another paid enabling shill, Sally Geymuller, instructing me to show up for
breakfast at, yes again, the friggin Park Cities Hilton.
I go to this ridiculous breakfast (I know, I'm an idiot)
where he's got his barely paid, ass kissing, always on retainer, booze/food/sex
addict divorce attorney with him.
And, he's got a list of complaints:
the drunk sister event, which he has now determined is a
lie, and just cannot quit obsessing over
I told Pamagraph that I liked my job because it was close to
the driving range & I could go hit a bucket of balls instead of going to
lunch - he says a "man" does not tell people these things
I took a second job, on the side - someone told him about
this and this is not acceptable.
I should not be telling people I'm broke & need 2 jobs,
which I tell people, because it's the truth
blah, blah, blah, some other bullshit I cannot remember
because only a sissy like this clown could come up with such lame crap
I say nothing because it is nothing.
Bizarrely obese Attorney says, "Mike, do you have a
response?" he's mediating the breakfast !
I say, "no response to the list of ridiculous
complaints, but I've got a comment on why I think we're really here:
this, your 5th marriage is in trouble, again, as usual
you're 84 years old & scared of dying because you have
no faith in God because you think you're God
you've lost all your money and your investors money, again,
gambling in the markets, again
and, from where I'm sitting, your plate looks pretty full,
so mind your own business, you've got plenty to do, if you've got the balls to
do it, because you're running out of time."
He can't talk he's so incensed. His face is bizarrely
scrunched up; he's totally out of control, mumbling "I never expected this
meeting to turn out like this", but it's difficult to make out what he's
saying because he's so enraged.
No peace, no joy; just blame, resentments, criticism,
judgement.
I say, "look at you, no wonder you don't sleep, you're
out of control, you are a complete mess"
Fatso grovels, "Mike, we're not here to talk about
Boone's sleeping problem."
And this fuckwad attorney, who's been enabling, cosigning
& otherwise blessing my father's bullshit for 25 years, so he can marry,
divorce, marry, divorce, etc., collecting millions in fees each time they bring
another mess to an expensive, in more ways than one, end.
Whatever, That's it. Meeting over. I get up and leave, I'm
done. What a pussy. What a joke. What a lie.
Then it hits me. This is who this guy has been, all my life.
He's come nowhere in 8 decades.
No Where.
Nothing.
Nada.
He's a 12 year old bully, on his playground, just like my
LPC sister has been saying for the last 30 years.
This completely powerless mess of a human, lives to exert
whatever power he can, over others, in an effort to feel powerful.
Good luck loseWhen I was a kid, I'd roll my eyes at his crap; he'd get so
pissed, dragging me to his closet, whipping me with his favorite belt.
After he'd left the house, I'd go back in his closet and
piss in the corner.
Fucker.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Gone Fishin', the 1st & the last
It was just a few years ago, the Spring of 2009 - I'd flown to the ranch with my father, T. Boone, for the weekend, for some "quality" time - time which I'd never known to be true, but I still held out hope.
We were to go fishing together early the next morning, something I'd never done with my father, ever. I'd taught myself how to fish, late in my teens, alone.
6 am we were to head to the 50 acre pond, I was ready at 5.
The boat was full, with Keith, the ranch manager, along with the wildlife guys, Jeremy and Ryan - it would be 5 of us, in a 20 foot boat - why, I thought, were all of these people on this little boat ?
Off we went to the first fishing spot - "okay" said my dad - there was silence - "okay" he said again - I looked up, away from my fishing gear, up, at Keith, Jeremy and Ryan - my glance was met with all 3 of them looking at me and then back at my father - "okay" he said again, for the 3rd time - that's when they got the OK to began to telling him each and everything they knew about every person that Boone hated, every person he had a resentment for, that Keith, Jeremy and Ryan knew anything about.
They went down the "list", the eyes & ears of this ranch, like clockwork, the eternal list of people they'd obviously spoken about before, at length, some of whom were at the ranch currently, some of whom had been there recently and most of whom had not been there for decades - beginning with those with the most recent "transgressions", picking each person apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.
This went on, non-stop, for several hours.
When the enemy list was exhausted, the fishing trip was over.
We were to go fishing together early the next morning, something I'd never done with my father, ever. I'd taught myself how to fish, late in my teens, alone.
6 am we were to head to the 50 acre pond, I was ready at 5.
The boat was full, with Keith, the ranch manager, along with the wildlife guys, Jeremy and Ryan - it would be 5 of us, in a 20 foot boat - why, I thought, were all of these people on this little boat ?
Off we went to the first fishing spot - "okay" said my dad - there was silence - "okay" he said again - I looked up, away from my fishing gear, up, at Keith, Jeremy and Ryan - my glance was met with all 3 of them looking at me and then back at my father - "okay" he said again, for the 3rd time - that's when they got the OK to began to telling him each and everything they knew about every person that Boone hated, every person he had a resentment for, that Keith, Jeremy and Ryan knew anything about.
They went down the "list", the eyes & ears of this ranch, like clockwork, the eternal list of people they'd obviously spoken about before, at length, some of whom were at the ranch currently, some of whom had been there recently and most of whom had not been there for decades - beginning with those with the most recent "transgressions", picking each person apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.
This went on, non-stop, for several hours.
When the enemy list was exhausted, the fishing trip was over.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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