Alex Cornfeld Involved in an Accident with Children

My son disclosed to me during a visit last Thursday that the children were in the car when Alex Cornfeld crashed the car into an ice bank on a trip up to Vermont.  it’s unclear whether he was drinking, as he often does, and perhaps was impaired while he was driving, or what kind of damage was done to the car, but of course, I am concerned for the safety of my kids.  I have always known Alex to be somewhat of a reckless driver.  This is more than just the average “agressiveness” that might be expected, but I recall him regularly tailgating, and of course, driving after having a bit more to drink than he should.

When we lived back in Hollywood, I recall screaming when we almost hit a car in front of us when he was tailgating, and his response was to yell at me.  “Don’t ever scream in my car again.” He yelled.  “Excuse me!” was my retort.  I was literally afraid for my safety.  I worked as a delivery driver for one year and this experience taught me to keep my distance, to look four to five car lengths ahead when possible, and to plan my route carefully to avoid un-necessary last minute changes.  This was before GPS, so I used a Thomas Guide to plan my route, and since I have a great memory for visuals and schematics, combined with the fact that I am a quick learner, I did pretty well.  The only major accident I have been involved in was a zero fault accident, and was the result of a 22 year old kid making a left in front of me when it was not safe to do so.

Needless to say, I was not notified of the accident, just as I was not notified of my son’s accident resulting from negligence that required stitches, or the chemical poisoning that caused my son severe vomiting and dehydration.  I am especially concerned of the Cornfelds’ ability to buy out anyone who they might see as a threat, and to influence those who are friendly to them with so much money that they might become intimidated if they want to do the right thing or speak their mind. Aside from this, the most certainly have the financial resources to hire people to hack, harass, intimidate, slander and defame, and follow to conduct surveillance.  I have been followed by PIs for the greater part of the past year, and when I mention to people that I notice the same people again and again, I am told that I am crazy, overly sensitive, and delusional.

New Additions to My Dropbox

I’ve made a few additions to my dropbox – including harassment at the airport.  It took me a long time to upload these new files due to technical difficulties.  The files were recorded with my iphone in one long unedited clip lasting more than 1 hour.  The trouble was that there was no way to get it off my phone without using airdrop, which was impossible using my older model Mac.  I finally had to painstakingly text small clips of it one by one to someone else, and then email the clips to myself using the trace clip that was saved to my phone text message record.  Talk about impossible!  On the clips though, you can clearly hear (about 15 minutes in – maybe clip 2) two women using the “hiss talk” which I find so unusual.


Now, while I have clear evidence of vandalism, hate mail, hacking, and workplace gaslighting that no one denies, I’ve known for a long time that this “hiss talk” thing makes me sound a little bit crazy.  This is why I went out of my way to get really good video and audio clips in which 7 out of 10 people can clearly hear the hissing.  It is the type of thing that you must be sensitized to in order to detect it.  In fact, it’s not unusual for me to be out with people who do not know about the harassment that I’ve been subjected to to not notice anything overly unusual. In fact, when this first started happening I didn’t really think much of it either… I just thought people were being crude and obnoxious.  It was only after I noticed people following me, and then after they began getting in my way on the street and intentionally bumping me that I realized I was being targeted.

This is not a regional dialect issue, and it has nothing to do with myself being sensitive to sounds or anything like that.  In fact, most of my life I’ve enjoyed loud music, parties, and crowded events without difficulty. I’ve never been sensitive to foods, events, criticism, or anything else, and in fact, most people who know me well would say that I am generally easy going, well tempered, and rational.  I don’t think there’s anything crazy about not wanting to put up with immature bullsh*t from people, or further for thinking that this type of event is unusual or weird.

Bernard Cornfeld – Notorious Shysters

I recalled awhile back that Alex had mentioned that he was distantly related to Bernard Cornfeld, notorious ostentatious hedge fund manager and con artist.  I laughed about it at the time, but now it’s not really so funny.  Having delved a little bit into the background of both Arthur and Alex, they actually have quite a lot to hide, aside from possible money laundering and illegal co-mingling of funds alleged by some news stories found on the internet about them.  The apple doesn’t fall far from the family tree, they say.

Since I met Alex for the first time, there was just something that sort of scared me about him… it was something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but it was a gut feeling.  I have met TONS of people in my life in all capacities and types of interations, and due to my involvement in the adult film industry, I’ve even met my share of “mobster” investors in film productions, including one Armenian mobster in a 10.000.00 Armani suit who kept asking me out, offering to take me for a ride in his powder blue S class, however, none of them gave me that sort of feeling that I got from Alex.  I wrote the feeling off but now I realize that I was dead on as far as my judgements about Alex, his personality disorder, and his inability to empathize with other people.

Here are some links about “Bernie”Cornfelds notorious misdeeds and his relatonship with Madam Heidi Fleiss:

Fem on Fem Nastiness

A couple of years ago, one of my very best friends visited me from California.  When I lived there, we were together several times a week, and I genuinely enjoyed her company since she was sensitive, easy going, had had many shared interests including herbology and health, esoteric interests, and even liked the same kind of music.  She came to visit me after the birth of my daughter and then again shortly after my son was born.  Granted, although she was the president of a chapter of a health related non-profit organization in Los Angeles and was enjoying the chance to work in a field that she believed in and meeting her gurus, she was unhappy at a deep level with her romantic relationships, and she began experiencing mental health issues which impacted her functioning at all levels.

The final time that she came to visit me, she was noticeably distressed..  “We’re so much alike!”  She said to me.  “We’re exactly the same!  You just got lucky, and that’s why you live in this big apartment, and have these two kids.”  At this moment I realized that the ugly green eyed monster of jealousy had reared its head in my relationship with my friend.  I became very upset with her, and I actually yelled at her, which had not happened even once in our friendship of over 7 years. “We’re nothing alike!”I said to her, thinking about how she had gotten her tribal nation to pay for so much of her educational costs, and how she had bounced around from school to school and never completed any of her course work, and how she had been engaging in an affair with a married heroine injecting rock star who, although he was hot, talented, a successful musician, was unavailable to her for ten plus years.  Although I understood that part of her lashing out at me had to do with her own insecurities and that it had nothing to do with me, this outburst, combined with the fact that she was in such a dark mood that it became uncomfortable having her over at my house, caused me to pull back from the relationship. I simply did not want to surround myself with that kind of energy at that point in my life.  Although I still care for my friend and have gotten together with her subsequently to that argument, I felt that I needed to give her time to work out her own issues.

Luckily, before moving to NYC I had never been the target of female on female jealousy, however, I had seen it happen with other women, and it was absolutely vicious.  When I was in high school, one of my friends was extremely envious of the head soprano in the high school choir.  She was pretty, charismatic, constantly the center of attention, and drove a cute car.  This friend of mine, who will go nameless, but who struggled with weight issues, dating, and although she definitely had close friends, probably wished at some deep level that she could be the center of attention, continuously mocked her singing voice outside of her presence, badmouthed her, and managed to get a couple of friends to go along with her in her trash talking of the other girl.  Although it was not nearly as malicious as the type of hate that was perpetrated against me by people who I had never met before, it was bad.  When people feel insecure about themselves at a deep level, they like to make themselves feel better by cutting other people down in any way that they can, even if it means creating lies about the other person that they end up believing themselves.

I met Alex Cornfeld when I was 26 years old at a new years eve party, and became a first time mom at 28.  Although this is a reasonably mature age to have a baby, my entire life I have been cursed with the gift of looking much younger than my age.  I had complained to a friend of mine’s partner who was in his 50s that kids in Park Slope had no respect for adults, and he remarked to me that although I was in my early 30s, that I looked barely older than a kid myself.  I would’t be surprised if Kate Ambrose, who is childless, chubby, and lives at home with her parents, didn’t experience some sort of intense jealousy when she came into contact with me.  At the time that the harassment occurred, which was in September right after the beginning of the school year, I had never even spoken to her, other than to say a brief hello when I dropped my daughter off t school in the morning.

I also find that in general, 90% of women distrust other women who they perceive to be different from themselves.  If you don’t play the game, if you do your own thing, if you are threatening in any way to the traditional concepts of femininity, other women (and some men as well) tend to attack you.  As much as people like to talk a big game about women’s rights and equality, when it comes down to it, society as a whole wants a woman who plays by the rules, pretties herself up in the socially acceptable ways, and lets the man take charge in all matters, even if he is a compulsive drinker and a drug-addict who does not always exhibit good judgement.

Blank Obscene Card

Seconds ago, upon walking to my home I received this card. The cover is emblazoned with the words dirty bitch, and the card is blank inside. The postmark is from Philadelphia PA,  somewhere where I have not been for over two years.  This,   of course, is further proof of my paranoid delusions. Note the postmark, dated April 6, 2015. just a few days ago.  The back of the card has the logo of “cafe press” which is a website where you can create your own designs and have them printed.

More Damage to My Car

I have had this car barely 1 year, but already, I have had two instances of nails in my tire, one cosmetic piece pulled from my car, and now, it looks like deliberate vandalism to my tail light.  I’m not sure when this happened, but I know that my uncle helped me to load some stuff into the trunk of my car on Thursday morning, and the car was fine at that time.  As you can see from the photo, there is no other damage to the side of the car, as might be expected if I had hit something or backed up into something.  The only way this could have happened would be for someone to deliberately break it.

Before moving here, I drove and maintained five different vehicles over the course of 15 years, and I drove many more miles and much more frequently than I do here, in heavy traffic and congestion in Downtown LA and Hollywood.  Many people might not guess this, but I worked for a courier service called Restaurants on the Run in the San Fernando Valley, and I also moonlighted at one point doing delivery for Domino’s PIzza while I was studying for my board exams.  I drove professionally for 1 year with no issues (other than a traffic ticket or two) and these things happened to me very rarely.  I do NOT think that this was an accident.  In fact, I have never had this type of damage before and I’m not sure how it would be possible to get something like this without some other types of damage to the car (scrapes, dents, evidence of an impact of some sort.)  The only time that the car was out of my possession this week was when I parked it at a public parking spot where you need to leave the key in Manhattan.

Thank goodness the car is entirely paid off! Here are the photos.

vehicle damage, vehicle sabotage, broken tail lights, gaslighting

vehicle damage, vehicle sabotage, broken tail lights, gaslighting

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ABC Properties Rat Rally

Here are some photos from a rat rally at ABC Properties building owned by Arthur Cornfeld in the Upper West Side.  The full story can be found by clicking here.  When I first moved here from California, I found it bizarre that these rats were all over the place, and in some cases there were coffins on the street.  Just in case you don’t know what this is, the history of these can be found here and here.


ABC Properties Rat Rally


ABC Properties Rat Rally – Alex and Arthur Cornfeld’s Building