 Viewer discretion is advised. These revenge acts might be upsetting to Karen's. But if you like true revenge stories, you found the best place for your vengeful needs. Firstly, a Karen uses someone's condition to discipline her kids. But she never expected what happened next. A family judge called him the most despicable human he is seen in his courtroom. Our actions always have consequences, and this evil Padre has plenty to answer for. From losing his pension to a glitter nuke, this story has it all. Last story, what do you get when you add up petty revenge acts, hundreds upon hundreds of times. It becomes supernova. Show your vengeful devotion, by tickling the like button into oblivion. I have dwarfism, and this often leads to weird interactions in public, especially with kids. Sometimes a kid comes up to me to ask me why I'm so short, and I have a pre-prepared response for that, but most of the time they just loudly ask their parents why I'm so short. Usually the parents will awkwardly drag their kids away, telling them not to comment on people in public, which is sad but understandable. I like the parents who just say something about how some people are born like this, and even though we look a bit different we're still regular people just like everyone else. Sometimes I hear a gem like. I bet, he shrank in the wash. What I can't stand, is when people try to use me to parent their kids. I'm sure you can think of ways to convince your kids to finish their plate at dinner that don't involve pointing at a dwarf in public and saying. That's what happens, when you leave food on your plate. Or. He didn't listen to his mommy, when she told him to eat all his vegetables. It's rude, it's humiliating. It teaches your kid that differences are a bad thing, and that people are at fault for their differences or disabilities. It just pisses me off. A few days ago, I was in public and a kid who was maybe four or five years old was acting out, and his mom was clearly struggling to keep him under control. So she pointed at me, and told her son. Look, that's one of Santa's elves. He's watching you, and he'll tell Santa about your behavior. The kid's name was on a key ring on his backpack. So I just said, it's okay hunter, you're already on the nice list, and Santa told me you're getting an iPad this Christmas. Hunter was excited. His mom was not. My son asked why a man was so short. All I thought to say was, because he wasn't tall. My son accepted that with no questions. Sometimes simplicity is all you need. Also a great response. That is awesome. It makes me think of a story within my family. My cousin taught her son that people come in all shapes and sizes. But one time when they were standing on a sidewalk, her four-year-old kid wouldn't stop staring at a guy in a wheelchair. The kid started to ask questions, and my cousin shushed him. The man said that it was all okay. At his age, questions were natural and understandable. He was in a wheelchair because he was missing a leg. To both their surprise, he wasn't at all curious about the missing leg, he was actually fascinated by his wheels. Kiddo had been bitten by the vehicle's bug thanks to grandpa, and I think even asked him if it had gears, etc. When the guy popped a wheelie, my cousin's kid practically exploded with excitement and she got an immediate request that he wanted a wheelchair too, so he could learn to do that. It tickled the guy thankfully. Thank you for the parenting advice, taking this on board, I like the parents who just say something about how some people are born like this, and even though we look a bit different, we're still regular people just like everyone else. I hadn't thought of how to explain this to my daughter yet, but putting this in my mental safe to use, should the situation come up? Your quick wait was epic in response to the comment Karen made. Sorry to hear about the derogatory and insulting things people say because of your physique, that is not okay in any way, shape or form. I'm sorry, but I'm dying at, I bet he shrank in the wash. I've heard that response exactly twice, and it's my favorite. It's hilarious, I love it. I deal with a similar thing. I have cerebral palsy and kids stare at me in public, always asking their parents, why does she shake? I deal with the staring, I don't mind parents saying that my muscles just aren't as strong as theirs, but I had a mother tell her kid the other day, that's what happens when you don't pray. And implied my condition was a punishment. I wish I'd thought of something as witty. You handled that like a champ. That's crazy. That's just a cruel thing to say, both about you and to that child. My father is the Canadian Satan. Growing up with him was less than fun and I can assure you. Based on witnessing it from the front seat, he was a less than fun husband. I go on about what a piece of crap my father is, but instead of boring you with the never ending horror stories, I rather quote a judge. You're the most despicable human I've ever had in my courtroom. And that's coming from a family court judge. I read this winning endorsement of my dad's personality in the court documents I acquired related to his divorce with my mom. The same place I discovered the shenanigans he had engaged in to steal from my mother. It's also where I found the information I needed to get one over on him so severely. He's definitely going to disinherit me. A frame of reference about my father is that he's a pathological narcissist and behaves exactly how those people are compelled to act. They aren't generous people and punching them in the wallet is like a slap shot to the taint from Gretzky. He's kind of like donkey from Shrek, but also Joseph Stalin, a monstrous person. This is where it really starts and I want you to remember this important quote. Those that sow the wind shall reap a whirlwind. Our actions always have consequences and my Padre is plenty to answer for. My attempts to hold them to account didn't jump to immediate jihad. They started with diplomacy and a therapist. About 10 months ago when our tale begins, I was going through some stuff. Stuff being, a whole lot of PTSD related to both my dad's creative way of mistreating us and my job as a paramedic. He did a ton that affected me deeply, things that I needed to move past, along with other razzmatazz from 15 years of EMS. While trying to move past and work through everything, I quit drinking. Started turning my untreated PTSD into treated PTSD and thinking having my dad involve might help me in our relationship. Well, I seriously misjudged that one. So you'll probably be unsurprised to hear that conversation went swimmingly. I'll spare you the lowered detail, but when I broached the subject with him, our back and forth degenerated into visceral hate, with him screaming at me that I'm a failed paramedic, liar and piece of crap alcoholic. While I have a certain pride about my job, I have more pride in my 14 months sobriety, so hearing this from my old man might have caused me to behave a bit psychotically. I got pissed off at him and decided to dig up every bit of dirt I could, see what kind of man he actually is and has been. I know he's evil, but surely there's more, I don't know about. When it was convenient, I hopped in the mystery machine, before taking a trip to the courthouse to unleash my inner detective. Everything is public record, so I both bought copies before retiring to my easy chair to read, plot and pet my white long-haired cat. For good measure, I obtained a file of divorce documents from my mother. Soon enough, I hit upon a line of inquiry worth following up on. It seems that during the final settlement of my parents' divorce, this was in 2002, my mother was awarded one-third of my father's employment pension. She was a stay-at-home mother and could not earn one herself, so it was given to her by a judge. Mighty strange, because my father always bragged that he took a nearly full pension, and even retired earlier than normal. No way that Wienerschnitzel was living the dream retirement life for the last ten years, on a two-thirds pension. Even more strange, knowing how he is, why isn't he constantly crying about losing one-third of his pension? So I asked my mother if she was collecting a pension from his job or had cached out the value, which was more than 100K at the time, twenty years ago. She said, No, I'm not collecting anything from that pension, and I didn't cash out a penny of that. Well, that's interesting. I wonder what twenty years of compound interest from a pension fund makes it worth, and if it was still collectible. I did eventually find out, along with the fact that my dear old dad had been collecting my mother's portion for ten years, in hilariously open violation of a legal order from a judge. Why didn't my mother pursue this sooner? A combination of being unable to afford a lawyer, being his victim for twenty years and pessimism. After so much of his continued dodging obligation to the order, she just quit. There is effectively no statute of limitations he could hide behind, because the wording of the settlement. Insofar as I could tell, I had him dead to rights and my mother would be collecting, it would be a slam dunk. I just needed to hire a lawyer to help me. So I set out to find the most unbalanced, bloodthirsty psychotic attorney who passed the bar exam. Here comes part two. As it says in the good book, swindle unto others, as they would swindle unto you. So that's what I set out to do. The misanthropic sociopath I hired for legal counsel, suggested we send a demand letter to the pension office to try and remedy it before filing. What would undoubtedly be an easy win for him? I agreed in spirit, and instead phoned up the pension office and got put through to the woman managing my father's file. She was a delight, and it was a trivial matter for me to get her to love my dad. We talked for 45 minutes and I swear, if you'd given me another hour, I could have convinced her to join the rampage I was on. In all our conversations about life, families and relationships we got down to some things of note. Since I could show her correspondence that her office had sent to my father, in which my mom was CC'd, some years ago an ongoing for five consecutive years, trying to resolve this matter. Which he had ignored every single time. So she was more than willing to start the process on remedy, immediately. Full cooperation from, this lady and her office was a matter of merely providing documentation, and with my lawyer on retainer, this office was beyond asking my father to comply, they complied for him. About two months since I last spoke to my father, and at this point he had no idea, his pension was about to take a serious hit. Let me break down how big the doodoo was, that I put into his bowl of Sunday ice cream. My mother's portion was made whole and adjusted, to reflect that her portion was brought to maturity and beyond. This is important, so his early retirement doesn't affect her fund. So he loses 10 years of valuation to her. He also retired three years early, which knocks him down to 17 years of pension valuation, not 27 years. So my dad had been collecting my mother's money and was overpaid by $30,000 per year, for the last 10 years. Like I said, mom was made whole, so the pension company is going to claw back that overpayment from the base valuation, which comes out of his current pension fund. I'm not exactly sure what that does to the number, but it effectively nuked my old man's private retirement fund. He's got government old age pension, that he took early too, whoopsie do. My dad did some awful stuff to me, but I only had to suffer him for 17 years, my mother still has the high score at 20. As much as I did this for spite and malicious glee, I did do it to give my mother a chance at a proper retirement. That could have been all I did, and it would have been enough. But I'm really sorry, it's not. Enter the glitter device of justice. My mother started collecting her pension about three months after I contacted the pension office, and to celebrate, she bought tickets to New Zealand for the family for Christmas, so we can see our relatives. I was able to get most of my retainer from the lawyer back, and to celebrate, I went online to order this glitter device. I was able to ship it to my old man anonymously from another country, God bless the USA. I heard through my sister, that he opened it up in his stupid red miata. So it's safe to conclude, he'll never get rid of it. Make sure your mother has applied the years she was a stay-at-home mother to her CPP, Canada pension plan for non-Canadians. I think you get like eight years per child. Many women do not have this credited and it will be another lump sum payment for your mother. Also, your mother may get CPP credits from your father. If the wording was one-third of his pension but doesn't state which pension, then it will likely apply to all his pensions, including CPP. My mother got a one-third of my father's CPP credits, and it made a huge difference to her retirement income. Thank you. I'll definitely look into it. It's serious pro-revenge right there. Chef's kiss to the glitter nuke. Glitter is awful. It took me a few days, to think of a way to put the cherry on top for him. I think I chose well. I'd like to start off, by saying I had doubts about sharing my story but here it is. My dad is not a good person by any means of the word, and this is going to involve some serious trauma. Way back when my older sister, Kyan, was born, dad had already fallen off the wagon. The first thing he ever did, was introducing narcotics into my mom's life, to make sure she stayed with him. Following her birth things only got worse, while mom would do what she could, dad was not happy about having a kid. He'd lock Kyan in her room for days at a time, because obviously you can't produce narcotics, while hearing how hungry your child is. Two years later, mom was pregnant with Ryan and me, she immediately tried quitting the substances and had some success. But having this poison in our system, we were at serious risk. Kyan and I were born with huge complications, premature, barely breathing, and weakened immune systems. After that came the worst few months for mom to endure. While having one kid made dad angry, having three made him fly completely off the handle. It was at this time, mom made the hard decision to call the Department of Children and Family Services on herself. She knew we weren't safe, and wanted a way for us to escape this situation. Mom willfully signed away her rights to us, and dad of course wanted to fight. Both were arrested for mistreating us and putting us in danger, don't create narcotics with kids in the house? As well as possession of drugs. It took four years and hundreds of letters for mom to get into rehab, as this was happening while my siblings and I lived with our grandmother, who we grew up calling mom. My grandmother had no intention on fully adopting us, but she was left with little choice after a few years. It was either adopt us or we would be taken into DCFS care. Life was better for us mostly, there's a reason I never mentioned my adoptive father, and we were safe. After a few years in rehab, mom was able to get back in touch with us. She was welcomed and I ended up crying because I found out my adoptive mom, wasn't my real mom. We did get to leave kindergarten early the day she came home though. We grew as a family and life became better. After a few years of this, my adoptive father left the picture. My mom is together with my stepdad, named Dusty. He's a good guy and now everything is actually great. My grandmother passed away in 2017. This was hard for everybody, but especially for mom. She was devastated, losing the one person who believed she could become clean, a good person, and a great mother. Now, dad gets out of prison and goes back in every few years, and he usually tries to get in touch when he does. This year was different, we didn't have our grandma to make sure everything would stay safe, and mom didn't think she could handle seeing him. The day comes to bury my grandmother, it was a particularly warm November day. We are all having a hard time and don't deal with grief too well. I stayed with mom the entire time, while Ryan went to our other grandparents to help out. Kyan stayed in her room the whole time, we occasionally checked in on her. Night falls, and we are looking through old pictures of grandma, we were finally able to stop crying. That is until we hear some heavy banging on our door, followed by it swinging open and in Walk's dad. He goes straight to Kyan's room and mom is simply frozen. This is the first time I've ever seen her this way. He eventually leaves on his own, after the chaotic screaming and making Kyan hysterically cry. He ended up taking her money and then decking her. Dusty was in the backyard and is called the police already. Dusty has been outside the whole time, and as soon as dad left, he went after him to confront him. Mom had to snap herself out of that frozen state and called Dusty inside. She didn't know about dad's intentions or anything and didn't want to take any chances. Dad goes across the street and pulls stuff out of his pocket as the cops pull up, he was getting rid of his narcotics right in front of law enforcement. He ends up being arrested and we get a restraining order. This is not the last we see of him though. Over the next few years, we hatch a plan to make sure he regrets ever threatening our family again. The plan we managed to come up with, was initially supposed to be petty and mildly inconvenient, but it ended up being so much more. We chose to call the law as soon as we knew he was doing something he shouldn't be, or if he had something he wasn't supposed to have. Which was every week or so. His sporadic jail visitations, turned into more frequent ones. But when time passed by, and he went back multiple times, our plan didn't work out as planned and the turnout was much more severe. Dad gets out of prison and starts living with his mom. Now the problem with this, is that we regularly go visit our grandparents, which means he'd either have to leave or we couldn't go. I'm going to call my other grandma Nana to keep things a bit more coherent. Nana would always make him leave if we came over, no matter what temperature, time, or weather conditions, this would also apply to whenever we stay the night. Knowing what she'd do to see us, we would visit Nana so much more frequently. A passive alternative way of saying screw you dad. The thing about this meant he was essentially homeless, didn't have a car, and could barely find a job. When a job did hire him, he'd post in or Nana would tell us, we'd give them a call and have them do an narcotics test. He would always fail these tests. So now he's essentially homeless, having the authorities called on him, under the influence of drugs. He gets tired of this pretty quickly and one time goes back to Nana's, when we are there. A clear violation of the restraining order, so he gets fined. This isn't a meager amount of money either, this ruined his savings. So now he's also broke and Nana's furious, so he's kicked out. Now he starts to realize, he's pretty down on his luck. We saw a suspicious man sleeping on the sidewalk, and you could be sure he was on something. So when authorities were called to investigate, he was sent back to jail. At least he has a bed? After a few times of this he is broken, devoid of all hope. He manages to get Nana to let him stay there again, so now we get more updates. This has been going on for months now, and we weren't going to stop. Job, gone. Home, gone. Money, gone. Narcotics, gone. Hope, gone. He actually started to be clean for a bit, hard to get the poisonous stuff if you can't buy it and when you do, they immediately get confiscated. That is until he finds a new woman, he gets back on the stuff thanks to her money. She's also in and into that way of life, so when her activities were miraculously reported to the law enforcement, she got arrested, leaving him behind. At this point, we are being extra careful not to interfere with his life anymore, since he'd end up in federal prison this time, after so many times getting caught with his activities, our state sends them to federal. Now we've taken away his girlfriend, too. The effect, all of this has worn him down, he's gone. Any time he'd regain even a tiny bit of hope we'd snuff it out. He eventually tried self-deletion. With a weapon he wasn't supposed to have. It didn't work. We visited him and saw him in the hospital, while knowing he gets taken to prison as soon as he heals. He now has quite a while in federal prison. If this is real, that's definitely nuclear revenge. It is real. While his name is public information since he's a criminal, if I gave you his name, you'd be able to find the rest of my family, so sadly I can't. Rest assured that this is real, and I have plenty of nuclear revenge stories and ones I'm unsure of if they actually fall under nuclear. Currently fixing it up to share those two another shenanigans in the mix. You stayed till the end, which means you're the one I make these episodes for. Thank you for your support, I really appreciate you. Subscribe, so you don't miss out on future episodes and show your vengeful devotion, by tickling the like button without mercy. Do you have any experiences surrounding the topic of this episode? 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