It is now MY VOICE

To Karen

Karen what a stupid fool to say it mildly . You never knew you were being manipulated by the convicted felon. You still don't know. Everyone else knows. You believed that convicted felon and put EVERYONE at risk. Most unfortunate is my parents knew it and called you a " follower." That's how they died, IN HORROR.

Insignificant but USED

To Karen

I promised myself and the souls of my mother and father, I would not leave this earth until justice was served. If this is it, so be it. That sickening spawn is a professional con man, evil and extremely dangerous. I've watched it my entire life, you have NOT.

You were aware of what he is capable of. We discussed the fraud, wiping out dad and mom's account, forging checks, stolen identity, i could go on and on. You knew all that. You knew before he went to PRISON. Yet you decided to join him and attack me and lied and bullied me because I was the only one holding that piece of shit from hurting my parents ANY MORE then he already had throughout his life..

I REFUSE to carry the burden of ALL that monster did to my parent’s.

He took you and molded you into something to replicate himself, to cater to him and honor his every word, just pathetic. We all knew it.

I'd question you and tell you terrible things he did to mom, you replied it was all a joke. That disgusted me to no end and I knew you couldn't be saved from him.

You do all his dirty work because that CONVICTED FELON tells you to. You make the phone calls to all unsuspecting people for him. He has you suck them all in.

He manipulates and plans for years and years. He will wait and always shocks the unsuspecting people. It's the ONLY way he operates.

Did you ever read through the arrest records and the fact he was in the corrupted BERMUDA SHORT gang out of FLORIDA. But hey, you say he was set up, bull shit. All HE DID to create a fake company to steal MILLIONS OF DOLLARS . He scammed the Security Exchange Commission, for CHRIST'S SAKE.

You do not know how terribly you have been manipulated and used, IM ASSUMING. Your bullying and nastiness is sickening. If it was just me I would not give a damn, but I have to live with the abuse and horror he caused mom and dad , with your help. NOT ANYMORE. They were well aware of everything and died in horror of what he did and the fact you were a "FOLLOWER."

I thought after some time you would have opened your eyes to all you once knew. Who was that girl named Karen that jumped off moms and dads couch SCREAMIMG NOOOO, after I told everyone I invested in his spam company INHI? What happened to the girl that was well aware he forged checks and wiped out a bank accounts? Where did she go?

I wont even mention NANA's money right now. Oh but I will.

I made one very nice phone call to you that lasted 13 minutes THEN you hung up on me. You spoke disgusting accusations at me. How dare you. Then you mention daddy saying something to you. Come on. Daddy was forced and conned as was mommy, and me.

How dare you say anything in the negative about me whatsoever for ANY REASON EVER. You should have been thankful and grateful for dedicating my entire life to mom and dad. Dare you question a thing. Maybe you should have asked me or came to me or help mom and dad throughout the years rather then having them do for you.

I invited you to my home (per that one conversation we had, mentioned above), I said come spend time we can talk or not talk about things. I encouraged you bring a family member such as an adult child or husband or both.

LET ME TELL YOU WHY - YOU CANNOT HANDLE TO KNOW WHAT HE'S DONE. I wanted someone else with you if you choose to see it, hear it .etc

Because I told you the convicted felon was not welcome you declined and HUNG up on me.

HE IS NOT TO COME NEAR ME EVER, BE IN MY SPACE OR ANYONE I KNOW, UNLESS THEY ARE MADE AWARE OF THE IMMEDIIATE AND LONG TERM DANGER HE IS.

He sneaks around and does his surprise bull shit. You have allowed this pathetic evil fuck to be around people I know because he uses you to get him in their door. The same way he did me and my relatives and friends to suck our money into his illegal, spam company. My parent's did everything in their power to protect themselves and their property. The convicted felon now has access to all my information and my children. Everyone remains at risk. Thank you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT. He is the last person on the earth I ever want with my information, my children and grandchildren.

He cannot survive unless he shows EVERYONE he is in charge. Read through all his terrible emails to me saying PEOPLE come to him to tell him information. GTFOH. That slime was not allowed a fucking key to my parent’s home. He was definitely not allowed in when they were not home. He broke in time after time AND to stab it iny fathers back with more salt, he'd handwrite a note leave it on the desk saying he was there with his ASSOCIATE. We know who that scum is, don't we.

You thought it okay to screw us all. You took my life, my accomplishments, every God damn thing my life represented and smeared it terribly. I have the emails telling me who was being contacted, all friends and relatives. My mission is to return that favor to each and everyone you both contacted or called.

I'm going to sign off now, I'm disgusted. How dare you.

Whoever is in charge of this dangerous convicted felon; keep him far away. He loves the shock approach. You will never know what hit you. What happened to my parents and i is sick and unimaginable. The greed, hate, lies, destruction can only resonate from the evil within.

linda steinbach

Imagine this

Confine him for Life. Scum and Extremely Dangerous

As I stood in the lobby of Centra State Hospital as my daddie was upstairs near death, the convicted felon calls me and says: " I HAVE WAITED MY ENTIRE LIFE TO GET YOU. I HATE YOU."

The convicted felon.

Its now MY VOICE ☆

They say we can choose our friends but we can’t choose our family.

I was born in the Bronx in the 1950s and I recall my childhood in this massive playground being such a happy time. My mother tells me my first word was “happy.” If she was ever disappointed that my first word was not “mommy,” she never displayed an ounce of sadness as she named our family bird “Happy.” Mom shared numerous conversations with that bird and even though Happy never responded back, Happy seem to understand her every word.

When I close my eyes, I can picture our family’s apartment on the 1500 block of Unionport Road. I remember it well – 700 square feet and one bedroom, where my parent’s double bed, my single bed and his crib shared a common space.

There were many good days balanced with bad as most of us learn to keep the scales at an even kilter. When it came to maintaining my happiness, an unfortunate spawn of my mother made life a challenge.

Being a three-year-old toddler, I knew something was off with my family dynamics at an early age. Obviously, what three-year-old understands the meaning of dynamics? Absurd, yes, but an overwhelming feeling that someone in my family possessed a sense of evil was as clear as day.

When did the steams from hell rear their ugly fumes?

Let’s just say I was about three and a half years old, traveling inside the apartment elevator as it neared the fourth floor. My mother, who I love dearly, was holding him over her shoulder as we headed up to our cozy one bedroom apartment, 4C, in the Bronx. Slowly he slithered across her shoulder and pushed the red fire alarm button with such mite and determination, I froze.

Little did my poor mother know – this was just the beginning.

Convited Felon

I will be always be adding content.

My Voice. A work in progress ✨️

He thought he had me beaten down until i die.

I never thought id recover enough to speak about

or tell anyone about any of this. Dare he take my wonderful life and all the good I've done in this world and twist his evilness into it and take my goodness and make it his own.

Dangerous THREAT.

The convicted felon

God Bless Us

Me, my kids and mom on the couch, my father in the mirror.

Now My Voice

24 hours before my daddie died

Day before my father passed away. I arrived at centre state medical center with my mother.

My father was alone and not happy. I knew immediately because he had no unenthusiasm to see my mom, nothing.

My mom sat at the foot of the bed in a chair. Dads lunch arrived. Chicken soup. After a few spoons, dad began to choke and cough. It would not stop even after I patted his back. This was very loud and scary moment and realizing it was not stopping,...

I ran out into the hall was screaming for a nurse.

In a matter of moments the room was flooded

with hospital personal. I could not see my father through them all. I went in front of my mother

and stood in front so she could not see anything

or hear anything..

Mom smiled and laughed at me and said what are you doing linda, what’s going on. I ushered her into the

hallway around the corner and into a chair.

Mom had no idea anything was wrong.

I could not get into the room with all the hospital personal continuing to help my coughing/choking father so I walked back to mom in the chair in the hall like everything was okay.

When I could no longer hear my father and saw hospital staff leaving the room, I went back in.

Dad was being tended to by a man (nurse or Dr IDK). Cleaning him up i was told no food until he can tolerate swallowing.

During this time I called the NARC. (narcissist)

Explained situation.

Soon after a couple visitors arrived but stayed in the hall with my mother.

Someone took mom home. My dad was being tended to in the room for quite a while, thirty -sixty minutes. I stayed out in the hall with the visitors. The NARC was on the phone with the visitors a good amount of an hour. They only listened to what he was saying with a nod now and then.

Alone with dad and sitting on his left, feeding him an ice chip or two. It all started again with the

coughing/choking. Ran out of room the get help.

Called the NARC numerous times throughout this and he pushed off what i was saying by repeating,

“Karen was there this morning and everything was fine.” If he said that once he said it twenty times over the next few hours.

Back in the room trying to comfort my dad, he was in tremendous pain/discomfort. I went to the nurses station to see if they could give him something to relax him, make him sleep, something/anything. The Kidney Doctor and nurses told me nothing could be given to my father unless the POA approved it, they did not have authorization to sedate my father. The POA atthis time is the NARC. I called the NARC again and he said no. Still trying to comfort dad, the

Kidney Dr was storming up and down the hall saying who is in charge of this patient Donald Steinbach, he needs medication NOW. There were a few calls calls during this period to the NARC, (narcissist)

He refused to get on the phone with the DR. I get back on the phone expressing the dire need for dad to be sedated. The NARC (narcissist) repeatedly said NO, because Karen was going to come after work with her two sons and they wanted to see their grandfather.

I was then persuaded by him to leave the hospital to meet with him and Karen at my parents house. I believe it was under the rouse to all of us talking to my mother.

I continued to sit next to dad giving all my comforting words and touches I could possibly ever give someone. My father took his left arm raised it and and smashed me in the face with a look of disgust and terror and fear. Back out to nurses station I was begging them to help my father, to please give him something.

Im being torn between being told to come to my parents house and meeting with the NARC and

Karen or staying to comfort my daddy.

After more begging at the nurses station they agreed to give him a slight dose of something to calm him. Nothing that would make him go to sleep, just a little something. With the knowledge that was going to be done, I got in my car for the 10-15 minute trip to my parents house to meet the NARC. (narcissist)

As I pulled into the driveway, HE is standing outside arms folded in the driveway. At this time,

my phone rings and it's the Hospital Doctor.

SHE the Hospital Doctor wanted permission to administer sedation to my father. I agreed but

said i'm sorry I am no longer the POA. Who is, she said, she needed to speak with that person. I

put the Doctor on hold, got out of my car, put the phone on speaker and handed it to the NARC

standing in the driveway. The Dr explained how my father was suffering and needed to be sedated but needed permission to do so. The NARC gave her the same story as he did to me. No sedation.

No, my sister Karen is coming with her two boys who want to see their grandfather.

The DR asked the NARC what were his medical credentials, he said none. The doctor proceeded to say,

I (meaning the DR) am taking over the care of my patient Donald R. Steinbach. You NO LONGER have any say over this patient, Donald R. Steinbach. I am Donald’s Doctor and taking over his care. I am going to administer what medications I deem necessary starting immediately.

The narc in a meek little voice said “okay.” CALL ENDED

Karen pulled in the driveway. NARC explained to Karen the DR was taking over and administering medication. Karen questioned when this was going to happen because she had to get her boys over to the hospital. (boys are currently sitting in Karen’s car). She said she wished or wanted it to wait to get the boys there. Narc and Karen were unusually calm for people
having been told the dire condition of my father.
The traumatic events of the day are incomprehensible and sadistic.

I was in a state of shock, my dear God why have you allowed this to happen to this man, my daddie

The best of my recollection is, it was about 4:30-5:00. I went into the house to stay with my mom
while the narc and crew went to the hospital.

No words anymore, I don't know what to say. If you can capture this day in your head, see if you
can imagine.

Beyond Elder Abuse. Beyond sick. Beyond evil.

He needs to be locked away from people 24/7.

The convicted felon

MY GRATITUDE TO MY FATHERS DOCTORS AT CENTRA STATE HOSPITAL

My heart goes out to my father's Doctor's at Centra State Hospital for their unwavering care and dedication to my father and their profession. These Doctors had the integrity to take the convicted felons rights away as to the decisions on care for my father. My daddie was then able to rest peacefully the last 24 hours.

The convicted felon.

Elder abuse (3), fraud, bullying and GREED

You will see for yourself as I post emails sent to me the viciousness and hate. I will post every last one. Some i've yet to open. May the hate onto my parents and I come back two-fold. I am alive to tell my story, Thank God.

Bermuda Short

My parent's tried to protect themselves from him. They died horrified.

To Karen

Insignificant but USED

To Karen

Whoever is in charge of this dangerous convicted felon; keep him far away. He loves the shock approach. You will never know what hit you. What happened to my parents and i is sick and unimaginable. The greed, hate, lies, destruction can only resonate from the evil within.

Imagine this

Confine him for Life. Scum and Extremely Dangerous

Its now MY VOICE ☆

I will be always be adding content.

My Voice. A work in progress ✨️

God Bless Us

Me, my kids and mom on the couch, my father in the mirror.

Now My Voice

24 hours before my daddie died

MY GRATITUDE TO MY FATHERS DOCTORS AT CENTRA STATE HOSPITAL

LET'S BLOG

Elder abuse (3), fraud, bullying and GREED

My parent's tried to protect themselves from him. They died horrified.

To Karen

Insignificant but USED

To Karen

Whoever is in charge of this dangerous convicted felon; keep him far away. He loves the shock approach. You will never know what hit you. What happened to my parents and i is sick and unimaginable. The greed, hate, lies, destruction can only resonate from the evil within.

Imagine this

Confine him for Life. Scum and Extremely Dangerous

Its now MY VOICE ☆

I will be always be adding content.

My Voice. A work in progress ✨️

God Bless Us

Me, my kids and mom on the couch, my father in the mirror.

Now My Voice

24 hours before my daddie died

MY GRATITUDE TO MY FATHERS DOCTORS AT CENTRA STATE HOSPITAL

LET'S BLOG

Elder abuse (3), fraud, bullying and GREED

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