rSlash - r/Prorevenge How I Sent an Entitled Karen to Prison for 6 Years!

Episode Date: August 13, 2020

r/Prorevenge In today's episode, OP lives under the iron rule of Queen Karen, the dictator of the local HOA. She throws out fines for anything and everything, and the neighborhood lives in fear of her. Eventually, OP stands up to Queen Karen and has her investigated. It turns out that she was embezzling money from the organization! The authorities quickly shut her down, and she had to sell her house to pay all the fines, and even went to jail for 6 years! 🔔 Subscribe: https://bit.ly/2E3A8i6 💬 Discord: https://discord.gg/VD6eYD3 🎧 Podcast: https://link.chtbl.com/rslash ⚓ Send me a voice message: https://anchor.fm/rslash 📸 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rslashyt/ ♪ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@rslash0 🛒 Merch: http://bit.ly/rSlashMerch 🎁 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/rslash Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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This took place in two years time. Karen, the president of the HOA, would literally have a problem with everyone in the neighborhood. Trashcans left out, find. Loud music after 10pm, find. Yard sale without permission, find. Removing dead plants and replanting without approval, you get find. It went on and on like this. Now, the community could run for the HUA board, but the HUA board chose the president.

Six out of the 10 members on the board liked Karen, but the HOA board chose the president. Six out of the 10 members on the board liked Karen, so she always kept her job. Her husband was in the medical field, so he made a lot of money. It got to a point where she was called Queen Karen in the neighborhood for dishing out HOA finds. Now, I used to go in person to collect the rent because the people that rented the house were good friends of mine. I did this for months, so I would park my car by the front of the garage. My friends and I were having some music on, but it wasn't that loud. Queen Karen came over driving her golf cart and said,

excuse me? Yeah? You have to turn that music down, it's too loud. I told her that it's 8 p.m. and that even loud music can be played until 10. She wasn't having it and demanded that I do so. Now my friends and I kept the music going and we were enjoying ourselves. She proceeded to get angry and find me. Now most people will just take the abuse and pay the fine, but not me.

I went to the HOA board contested the fine and won. From that point on, Queen Karen made it her personal mission to destroy me. She would complain and fuss about every little thing. I thought what I could, but I did end up paying for some of it. She also went after my tenants, which made things worse for me. I had to sit down with my friends one night to discuss the problem. When I parked my car, Queen Karen came over in her robe and said I have to park somewhere else.

I did because I didn't want to start anything. We see her go back into our house and embrace a man who isn't her husband. We were being nosy and we came to the conclusion that she was cheating on her husband. Spoiler alert, she was. My friends and I told Queen Karen's husband, I'm sure he did some investigating because three months later they divorced and he was moving his stuff out. Now according to the gossip, Queen Karen got nothing because she was the one who cheated and she didn't have a job. So she wasn't entitled to the money.

From this point on, Queen Karen had a massive decline in the quality of life that she had. She sold her car and got a cheaper one, and she adopted different dressing habits. But even after the divorce, she never got a job, and she was still living somewhat better than everyone else. Fast forward a year later in February. Queen Karen and the H-A-Way have been giving out fines for very obscure things and increased monthly dues. Having trash cans out a couple of hours early, or after the trash man left would result in a fine.

They were targeting people who had older or dirty cars and on and on. Me and the other people of the community were sick of the stunts that she and the H way were pulling. So at the next meeting, we showed up to voice our concerns. Queen Karen said that the community had been falling behind on repairs and that the dues had increased

and fines were necessary. Especially if people weren't maintaining their own property. She said that it was in the yearly budget report and that we should have read it. The other pissed residents and I go to read this statement. Now none of us read it because we take it as junk mail and disregard it. But we read the whole statement covered a cover. Queen Karen had increased the HWA budget 15% and where that extra money was going remained unknown.

We went over to her house the next day and demanded to know where the extra money was being spent, but she refused several times. She closed the door and went back to watching TV. We filed a joint lawsuit to find out where the money was going. In June, we found out. Q. The Revenge. Queen Karen was living off of the H.O.A. fines and do's. The do's increase was because she was running out of money.

She still didn't have a job, so she embezzled from the H.O.A. so she wouldn't have to get a job. She gets busted. We call the police on her for embezzling the money. She was charged with fraud and extortion. The neighbors and I filed a joint lawsuit against Karen to get reimbursement as well. She had no money so she had to mortgage her house to pay us all. She later went to federal prison for 6 years with no parole. Because she went away, no one was paying on our house. The bank for clothes on it and it was bought by someone else. So when she got out in 1992,

she was homeless. Honestly, the majority of us didn't want to ruin our life like this. Had she toned down the excessive fines, we would have let her be. But she had to double down and steal from us because she didn't want to get a job like everyone else. As someone who professionally reads Reddit posts for a living, I've learned that I will never, ever buy a house that's part of an HOA. Our next Reddit post is from Bikening. First up, some backstory. During my gap year between studies, I decided to work for company in. Company in was run by a husband, Dave, and wife, Karen, with her son, and basically treated their staff like a small family. I was well for about two months until I realized I had to

ask for a day off since I wanted to attend the last layer concert the band would give in my country. There was about a month ago, so I sent an email asking for the day off and explaining why. This is where everything started to go downhill. I got a reply from the Karen and her reply was weird. She stated that's not how asking for a day off works. I was confused to say the least. Not sure what to do, I thought she wanted a more formal way of asking, so I wrote a formal email asking for the day off. She shot an email back that I really had to think through what I was doing, which made even less sense to me. But I was hopeful since I never really got a specific NO. The next workday rolls around. I arrived, locked up my

bike and hid inside for work. I immediately started looking for Dave to ask for answers. Before I could even open my mouth he asked me, do you still want to go to that concert? I didn't expect him to ask this so quickly so I answered yes. The only thing he said back was, okay take off your vest and you can go home. I was stunned and while the words started to sink in I looked at my colleagues who were just preparing for opening. When it finally sank in, anger flowed in. I'm not a confrontational person, so I simply took off my vest and gave it to Dave. Without a word, I left and started biking home.

When I got back home, I told my mother what happened. We started sending emails for extra information and got very caring like emails back. After a couple of emails, which went basically nowhere, I looked up the laws for immediate dismissal. After reading up about it, I learned that in my country, somebody can be immediately fired when they're caught stealing, committing fraud, the person isn't able to do the work or refuses to do the work. I didn't do any of these. A day or two later, I met with my attorney and began the steps to sue company in. I told my lawyer what happened in detail and he was very confident

that I was in my right and they were not. So, after trading even more emails between the three of us, we went to small claims. I came prepared in a suit with my attorney and to, and Karen showed up alone. I guess she assumed she won because she thought she was in her right. The trial began, and I was as professional and objective as I could be. Karen was the same. Well, for about half of the trial. When she realized evidence was piling up against her, she was ordered to calling me a spoiled brat, among other things that I don't know the English translation for. It's safe to say that that was the point that Judge

ruled in my favor. As per usual, I had to wait a month before I got the verdict back in the mail, but I won. It may have taken about 6 months from the moment I was told to go home to the point that those 6 months of pay were transferred to my bank account, but it was 100% worth it. In the end, I went to the account, but it was a 100% worth it. In the end, I went to the concert and it was the most awesome and most profitable concert I've ever been in my life. So we don't know what country OP lives in, so it's hard to estimate how much he got paid for this.

But let's just say for sake of argument that the average salary in America is something like $40,000. So, six months would mean half of that, which is $20,000. So that means essentially that this entitled couple paid this guy $20,000 to attend the concert. Not too bad. We didn't realize we were supposed to get a gift for our dog, what our guy. We almost forgot about it that this got to occur. We didn't expect to get a gift from her. Or our cousin might forget his name. He got us something nice, better as it pertains.

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Our next Reddit post is from Relatively Sorrowful. For context, back in 2013, I was a graduate student pursuing my master's degree. That was my last year in the program. We had 24 months to finish all the work in the dissertation. My advisor was my professor who was very well known and experienced on my field of work. Let's call our Janet. Janet and I had worked together with research since my college days as I became part of the undergraduate research with her. At that point we had been working for about four years together and as

with any advisor student relationship we had our disagreements quite often. Janet was used to doing her experiments in a certain archaic way. I knew there were better uses of our grant money and always tried to push towards a more advanced method, especially correlating data collection and statistics. However, our relationship was always good. I knew her husband and had been to our house numerous times. She was a little set in her ways, but we managed to make good progress in our field. Anyhow, by the end of 2013, I presented my dissertation to the department and was

approved with flying colors. My data still wasn't published in any paper as I wanted to have more analysis in different areas to make a more robust and better paper. With that said, my dissertation was published and it's my work and my experiments. After I got my masters, I decided to pursue a PhD. While I was still going to work in the same field, I wanted to use different techniques and thus talked with Janet about going to pursue a PhD under a different professor and another university.

She always encouraged me to do better and look for ways to diversify my views. I went ahead and contacted a professor outside of my country and another university to pursue my PhD. I got approved and soon moved away. For the next two years, I still kept contact with Janet, but on the third, she stopped responding. Initially, I thought she had changed her email or something, but didn't think much of it. Time flew by, and in 2017, while reading papers and writing my own, I came across a paper that was strangely similar with my research.

Interested in it, I opened it up and read it. To my shock, it was a paper by my ex-advisor. She and one of her master's students were listed as authors of that paper. Reading the title I thought, hey, that's neat. She continued researching it. But boy was I wrong. Reading the paper, I got increasingly angry. That wasn't new research, it was eye wrong. Reading the paper, I got increasingly angry. That wasn't new research, it was MY research.

My data was all in that paper, even my graphs and tables. Initially I thought, oh well, she's also an author, and if she's citing it, there shouldn't be a problem. But unfortunately, that wasn't the case. My name was nowhere near that paper, and they claimed the research was original. Now I was livid. I sent an email to Janet confronting her which she never replied to. However, I am not a pushover and will never allow people to claim my own work as theirs.

She made a mistake by using my data. I'm a researcher and I keep everything I ever worked on saved an external SSDs encrypted into my own possession. All cataloged with data entries and even had my own dissertation to prove my work. In my country, research is financed by government grants. I wrote an email to the Dean of the Grant Institution explaining the situation with proof of everything. I also sent an email to the journal in which that was published contesting their paper proof of everything. I also sent an email to the journal in which that was published, contesting their paper, and explaining everything. It didn't take longer than 15 days for me to get a follow-up. The institution responsible for the grant was furious.

They cut all financial aid for her and her student and made a formal requirement to the university requesting her immediate termination. The journal retracted the paper and is now suing her for plagiarism. Now after all these years, I learned that she was indeed fired and hasn't been able to work in the field ever since. I never met her again and had no intention of ever doing so. Now my work is published and I'm recognized by my contributions in the field. Maybe that was a petty thing to do, but I couldn't allow people to get away with claiming my work as theirs. OP, that was not petty. That was straight up theft. That professor had it coming to her,

and I sincerely hope that she has nightmares about you. Our next Reddit post is from Tilek. When finishing up my degree in criminal justice, we had to learn about how the justice system works and how sometimes it doesn't. For about two weeks, we studied a case from the early 90s of a woman who had killed her husband. Because the case is public record and a very interesting read, look up Betty Friedberg in 1993. The setting was small town Iowa and the husband was the town drunk. Everyone in town knew him for a drunk, a brawler, a womanizer, and overall just a bad person. His wife was a stay-at-home mom,

as she wasn't allowed to work or leave the house aside from getting groceries. He would go home, beat her and violate her and the cycle would go on and on and the whole town knew. Neighbors were a quarter mile down the road, but would still call the police when they heard noises. It was well documented, and because he was never a threat to their daughter, the police did nothing aside from taking to jail like a revolving door. Every time he got out, he'd beat her up again. Their daughter was away at college, became home for Thanksgiving.

While the father was at work, the daughter told the mother that her father had violated her and that she had even had an abortion because of it. This was the breaking point for the mother. She got her revenge 100 fold. When the daughter went back to school after the holidays and the husband came home, she killed him with his gun at the kitchen table. The table is important because it was a big farm table used for chopping up deer and other livestock. Oh my god. Doing the butchering was her job and she was good at it. If you could find the case report, it has pictures of the table and clear marks of chopping. She chopped up her husband and scattered his body over the

neighboring farms, and fed what she could to her livestock and cleaned up. Months went by and winter came and left. Police investigating his disappearance even questioned her while sitting at the table drinking coffee. She explained the marks on the table by explaining that she butchered her own meat and showed the officers her deep freezer. The investigation went on for months until finally a neighbor's dog brought back a body part. They identified it as belonging to him and she was arrested on the spot. She pled not guilty and refused any offers. It went to trial and 12 of her peers judged her not guilty due to extenuating circumstances. She confessed to the crime, explained why she did it

and how, and that she had no real choice because no one was going to help her. The farm was hers and she refused to give it up as it had been her family's home. She was let go entirely for the murder charge. The next week, we had Betty as a speaker to the class to discuss the case and she was awesome. At the time, she ironically sold dismemberment insurance for Aflac. I feel like Betty would be the best dismemberment insurance salesman on planet earth. Well, when I chapped my husband up into little pieces, boy do I wish I'd gotten dismemorment insurance first?

My daughter would have gotten so much insurance money, and I might have been able to use some to defend myself in court. So if you're thinking about chopping up your husband, I really recommend the premium Deluxe Decapitation package. That was our slash per revenge, and if you like this podcast, then check out my Patreon where I publish extra MP3s. Also, and if you like this podcast, then check out my Patreon where I publish extra MP3s.

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