Her email address is available since she’s the owner of a gym and it looks like she spends much of her time encouraging young gymnasts of all skill levels, whether their parents are rich and classy IT professionals or just blowhard douchebags on message boards. I suppose if anyone really cared it would be easy enough to write her and see if any of this rings a bell. Although I’m not sure she’d appreciate him dropping her name and activities on a public message board if she is in any way more personally vested in their association than: “Hi, Love to hear about future gymnasts! Keep up the great work.”
And if they really cared the admins here could see if the posts he made the day of the event were coming from an IP in Arizona since he did make a few. Of course he probably uses his IT knowledge to make it look like all his posts come from some small apartment in MA. even when he’s really out hobnobbing with former gymnasts or springing for an extra helping of truffle souffle at a three star casino restaurant.
I think she would be even less amused if she knew the only reason he approached her was because she was a “really hot blonde” sitting by herself. Or that he didn’t even recognize her because she was “gorgeous” for an over-40 year old.
“Hey, that’s the guy who kept hitting on me right in front of his paid escort for the night and bragging about his season tickets to Douchebags On Ice that cost so much. Then he waited half an hour for the water girl to come back with change for his $5 so he could leave a tip. I’m not kidding!”
It’s hard to think of a more fitting punishment for Dr. Nassar. But Shagnasty’s pedophilia has never been fully proven. It is just implied with his overall view of women as walking vaginas with a price tag and his interest in teen gymnastics.
I am certainly not a pedophile. All of those overprotective gymnastics moms wouldn’t ask me to watch their daughters while they went on a day trip if they even thought about such a thing. That is just cheap and baseless speculation that is really offensive to innocent fathers with daughters.
As to the walking vaginas with price tags, that certainly applies to some women and I found one with the Russian poker player. We are done now because her gold-digging got to be way too blatant and expensive for my blood. I still don’t regret it though and it was great while it lasted. I am just not going to be the one on the losing end of the deal like her formerly very rich ex-husband (now just rich thanks to her). She would have wiped me out if it went on long enough. I got what I wanted already so there was no reason to keep paying for it. I was upset about losing her until I went to my preferred Rhode Island strip club, ran into my favorite stripper who is also a friend and paid her good money for a private session. $280 and half an hour later I could barely remember the Russian what’s her name and it seemed like a great deal. That is why I say good strippers are the best counselors. Problem solved.
I am going the opposite direction now though. I need a good girl now so I pulled an Episcopal Priest, a psychiatrist and a development planner off the bench. I really like the Priest but I am not even sure how you hit on one of those and I know there is no way you can treat them like crap. I was nervous even thinking about holding her hand but we get along great so I am going to have to do something at some point.
It’s not me who you need to convince that you’re not a pedophile despite fitting the profile. I have no impact on your life. But since you brought Amanda Borden into the thread and narrowed down your gym to only one possible one in your previous post without realizing it, you or a concerned citizen could always let her and the owner of your gym read your comments here and decide if they would write letters of recommendation for your teen gymnast babysitting services.
I used to loathe daytime soaps. Could not understand how people got into them— the hokey storylines, the cheap production, the terrible overacting. More than anything, they were just boring. Dull. Insipid. Soporific.
The worst episode of the worst season of the worst show would be a BASE jump on acid compared to this ongoing fucking fable. I’ve had three separate co-workers ask me if I’ve ever been diagnosed with narcolepsy when they found me face down on my desk in a puddle of my own drool, following another game but foolhardy attempt to wade more than two paragraphs deep into a Shagnasty status update. With apologies to Hanna Arendt, you are the Evel Knievel of banality, and I doubt even that daredevil stuntman stocked enough bennies and dexies to keep his eyelids from dropping like theater curtains when straining to reach the final clause of one of your gadabout loverboy misadventures without lapsing into a coma.
He was also reported to Child Protective Services by his daughter’s therapist:
Of course, this story (like so many of Shagnasty’s stories) is pretty fishy. I don’t consider it plausible that a psychologist would have no follow-up questions for a six year old who’d just agreed that her father touched her in a bad way. Either there was something more than a one-word answer that caused the psychologist to be concerned about the daughter’s safety, or this story is complete fiction that Shagnasty posted because he wanted to play the victim. For his daughter’s sake I hope it’s the latter, although I feel sorry for her either way.
It was perfectly normal to have those feelings for him. If you had the courage and clarity to accept that, the women and girls in your life would be a whole lot better off than they are playing unwitting roles in your grand charade. But that onion is a little too complex to peel on the internet.
You do realize that the Episcopal Church has female (and even gay) Priests right? There has been much debate about my true sexuality but this one is female. I have no idea how to hit on a Priest but I have a second date with one on Monday. It doesn’t work the same way as the Catholic Church where they come to you.
Now now madsircool, you’re a very good little troll too and nobody has forgotten you. He’s already earned his own topic ban and has almost two decades worth of material though. Your time will surely come but you need to be patient or try a little harder.
A priest could be a very good person to talk to about these problems. Really anyone you trust who would try to help without puking a little in their mouth and calling the cops could be a very good person to talk to. But if you admit the thing about the girls she may be required to call them. You might stick to the repressed sexuality resulting in anger toward women and if she’s still listening you can get into the delusions of grandeur and narcissism. The rest is really probably best left between you and a good shrink and possibly CPS.