Getting Ready For Dinner

From: "Neil" <webtrader@baydalebeck.fsnet.co.uk>
alt.religion.christian.adventist,alt.dear.whitehouse,alt.teens.advice Subject: Re: Krista Marie
McLean - November 18th 1981 Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 16:36:15 +0100

> > Maybe thats because we dont believe a word you say perhaps if after 14 years of work you have no
> > believers its time to call it a day? And something tells me insulting those who you wish to
> > convince probably isnt doing you any favours. If anyone is worthless its you your the one whose
> > wasted 14 years of your life on this weird crusade of yours whilst everyone else has been
> > getting on with and enjoying theirs perhaps its time you did the same.

Similarly my parents never thought I had anything to say that was worth while either, mom wanted
me to be a doctor like uncle Peter Elloway. Uncle Peter Elloway practiced family medicine in Los
Angeles to blacks and hated blacks, he drove his new Cadillac up to Saskatoon each summer and
freeloaded off of Sam, ate Sam's food and drank Sam's booze, and told us all stories about dirty
black people. I quickly determined that I did not want to be a doctor, like uncle Peter. Ruby did
not like my U of S anthropology and sociology texts and eventually she got them to be stored in a
box in the garage. I wanted an old car, I was 17 years old in 1974 and had saved enough to buy
one, I saw a 1937 or 1938 Buick or Oldsmobile coupe being offered for sale for around $700 on 7th
Street (near Preston) and Sam took the initiative to take me there and see it. While looking at
it together, Sam said in a gruff voice "You will never get king pins for it!!!" and basically
ordered me not to buy it (Sam only took me there to prevent me from purchasing it). Then one of
the neighbors of Sam's parent's (near Kinley) said to me "Oh, you are Annie's grandson!!!" and
with that she sold me a 1940 Chev sedan, the engine was seized, but the body wasn't rusted and
the interior was nearly mint (I remember the dash looking factory new and the upholstery to be
without tears). The neighbor charged me $50 for the car, I towed it into Sam's backyard at 202
Ave U North. Less than a week later and in my absence, Sam sold the car for the $50, I came home
and it was gone. Sam said that he did not want junk cluttering up his back yard and never gave me
an opportunity to store the car elsewhere. I brought home a 1952 Studebaker coupe, and again
rather than encourage me to complete a project, Sam announced that it was in need of a water
pump, said that I would never be able to get a water pump for it, and he ordered me to sell it.
And they order me to stay at home in the evenings to answer phone calls from people responding to
the ads in the paper, I would be forced to have to listen to Sam and Ruby bark at me and at one
another, I would be forced to sell whatever it was they ordered me to sell, and I would sell at a
loss in order to get out of the house.

At about the same time that Sam sold my 1940 Chev, Sam sold his coin collection for scrap silver.
I had my own coin collection that I was trying to build, and Sam sold his many old Canadian coins
for scrap without giving me the opportunity to aquire his coins so I could build upon my own
collection. Sam had Canadian coins dating back to the 1880's and 1890's, he allowed me to see
these coins a handful of times while I was growing up, then he sold them for scrap. A few years
before that I wanted some model rockets, Sam refused to sign the document allowing me to buy the
engines, so the rockets were useless. And before that I wanted a toy train, so Sam gets me a toy
train for a Christmas (use of God's name in vain) present, but Sam riveted the train tracks onto
a large heavy board and into a permanent figure eight, thereby taking away my freedom to arrange
the tracks into different configurations. Sam and Ruby together condemned most of my interests.
My brother Randal was lucky, he was allowed to learn music (the parents ordered him to play an
accordion and he absolutely hated it).

I tried to hold onto other old cars and whatever other projects or interests in my life, but
together my parents condemned my interests and ordered me to sell valuables (to sell things that
were precious to me). They would not respect me as an individual, Ruby for example ordered me
repeatedly to sell my bus (while Sam would never raise a finger to help me with it in any way), I
tried to stand my ground and had to listen to Ruby harp on and on about that bus nearly every day
for years, saying "Sell the bus!!! Sell the bus!!! Sell the bus!!!" Eventually I got full time
employment in Whitecourt Alberta, and in my absence Sam sold the bus for $1000, but the Cummins
V6 diesel engine was worth more than that. It is hard to proceed with and develop interests when
the people around you continually shoot down your interests. I bet that Sam sold my 1940 Chev to
one of his alcoholic friends, perhaps to a fellow alcoholic police officer.

Eventually Sam's and Ruby's friends were irritated by my criticisms of their churches, they did
not like to hear me say that the Egyptian obelisks on the roofs of their churches were
representations of penises, they did not like to hear me say that their churches were censoring
Scriptural references to cannibalism, and Ruby or both of my parents signed orders to bring even
more horrors into my life.

I was working in Whitecourt in 1987 (I had full time employment as a Social Worker). I would have
to endure long distance phone calls from Ruby, telling me to sell my bus. Finally in 1987, while
working in Whitecourt, Sam sold the bus for $1000 (less than the engine was worth), to recoup the
$1000 he sent me when I was attending school in Montreal, it was good to be in Montreal and away
from the family. And Sam and Ruby visited me in Whitecourt, they argued and ordered and Sam
assaulted me, after which my job performance suffered. I lost my job and returned to Saskatoon in
1988 and my parents had me arrested under the mental health act. Ruby would then come to the
psychiatric ward and bring me some new clothes, and exclaim how much better I was now (now that
my head was pounding in pain). My parents often gamble away amounts of money approaching or
exceeding $1000, an amount like $1000 is not a big issue to them. After repeatedly ordering me to
sell vehicles, Ruby gambled her savings and her own car away, now she is left without wheels of
her own. Sam always promised to help me get established in life, he frequently told me to forget
about any car I owned or wanted to purchase and saying that he would get me a nice car some day.
Eventually Sam's mother Annie sold her Dodge Rampage (a newer and economical vehicle) to
strangers on monthly installments, and 80-year-old Annie had to go repeatedly to the people's
home and try to collect her monthly payment (no relative of mine ever offered me such a deal).
Grandpa Bill Kabatoff was like his son Sam, and did not want me parking a vehicle at the farm.

I was living on my own and was told to get rid of my cat, year after year Ruby pressured me to
get rid of my cat, and then cats. Once after a 6 week torture session at the U of S, Sam picked
me up, and soon after picked my last remaining cat up, and delivered her to the SPCA to be put
down. So much for Namur, a true friend in my life.

Ruby would not allow me to go out in the evenings and associate with people in high school,
people who phoned for me would be given an interrogation over the phone and were unlikely to
attempt to contact me again. She was angry that I would get a passport and a post office box,
she tried in vain for me to cancel my post office box, and would never tell people looking for
me what my post office box number is so they could contact me. Ruby would let me pick the
weeds in her garden, stir the meals and wash the dishes, but would never allow me to sow any
seeds of my own nor teach me how to prepare a meal. Ruby hung pictures of herself in my
bedroom and would not allow me to put my own pictures on the wall, she is such an ignorant God-
damned **** (and continues to be so). And Ruby has a small amount of farm land that she rents
out. Over the years Ruby would tell me and my brother how this land would always stay in the
family, but I don't exactly know where the precious little plot of land is, for once when I
was very young it was pointed out to me while I was seated in the back seat of the family car
and have never been allowed to step foot on it. Graham Taylor now farms Ruby's land, and she
treats him like her true son.

I renewed contact with my parents in 2001. Sam got a hip replacement in 2001 and traded in his
late 1990's Ford Crown Victoria towards a van, so it is easier for him to get in and out of the
vehicle. Sam (who often ordered me not to buy whatever vehicle and who repeatedly told me that he
would some day help me get a nice car), told me that he really got nothing in trade for the Crown
Victoria. My bicycle was stolen 3 years ago and now Sam keeps offering me his mountain bike
hanging in the garage. As a matter of principle, I let his bike continue to hang. On December
14th 2001 Ruby said, "You don't like Christmas so I will give this to you now," and she reached
under her decorated tree (pagan fertility symbol) and gave me a box to open. There was a sweater
inside (how I hate wearing sweaters) and I declined it. Also at that time Ruby said that she was
always giving things to my cousins (Graham Taylor married one of them) and it was time that she
gave something to her own children, and she showed me two tiny silver chains and said one was for
me and one was for my brother. I took one of the chains (there is perhaps more silver in a 25
cent piece), and I don't wear it as I don't wear silver, and I don't want anything from my mother
hanging around my neck. I am so sorry I renewed contact with my parents in 2001.

Then on December 24th 2001 I was visiting with my brother and his wife at Sam's and Ruby's house,
it was late and I ended up spending the night with them. Then in the morning of December 25th
Ruby presents me with two boxes, each containing sweaters, and one was the sweater that I refused
11 days earlier. She suggested and suggested and then strongly suggested that I wear the brown
one as we were goink out for dinner to the McCrea's. I should have taken scissors to it right
then and there, but instead I put on Ruby's sweater and off we went to see the McCrea and Taylor
kids get their presents. Most every Christmas my parents would take me to Struan where I would
see my first cousins get nice presents from their parents, now I was to be taken (while wearing
another one of Ruby's sweaters) to see these first cousins of mine give nice and thoughtful
presents to their kids. While having dinner at The McCrea's, I sat next to Graham Taylor and
showed him the sweater Ruby gave me, and he just smirked.

Daryl Shawn Kabatoff Box 7134 Saskatoon Saskatchewan Canada S7K 4J1

"Daryl S. Kabatoff" <darylsk@shaw.ca> wrote in
news:108Zb.550975$JQ1.511424@pd7tw1no:

>
> Daryl Shawn Kabatoff Box 7134 Saskatoon Saskatchewan Canada S7K 4J1

Ummm Dude...Stay off the dope.

--
StocksRus®

"Daryl S. Kabatoff" <darylsk@shaw.ca> lurched drunkenly into the
group, dropped his pants and rudely left the following steaming pile:

> Getting Ready For Dinner

<<<snipped a lot of psycho crap from Shawn "pedophile-boy" Kabatoff>>>

The following (courtesy of Waxy.org) is sort of an unofficial "FAQ" explaining the psychotic
nonsense posted to Usenet by Shawn Daryl Kabatoff AKA "Dar", AKA "Probababbilities". And now AKA
"marcia and me".

WARNING: Read below before even thinking about responding to this twit.

http://www.waxy.org/archive/2002/05/...a.shtml#000643

Usenet has the tendency to provide a public forum for those who would normally be scribbling in a
closet. For example, take Daryl "Shawn" Kabatoff. For the last few years, he's methodically gathered
"statistics" from various sources, ranging from local newspaper obituary pages to the food court of
the Saskatoon Midtown Plaza mall. With all the raw data he's collected, he's attempting to prove
daily that our full names are in "mathematical harmony" with our birthdays. His rants normally focus
on a single individual he's met or read about, starting with calculations related to their birthdate
and full names, blending in whatever other personal information about their family members, spouses,
birthplace, and career he's been able to glean. From there, it descends into a mix of numerology,
religious zealotry, and personal torment. I've never seen anything like it. With all the prime
numbers, Fibonacci sequences and biblical references, it's like reading the notebooks of Maximillian
Cohen and John Nash combined. Unsurprisingly, several posts unfold to reveal a history of painful
mental illness. If you have some time, take a look. I've detailed his posting history and a several
sample posts below.

Usenet Posting History:

January 27, 1999 to July 5, 2000 as Catsco@home.com

December 9, 2000 to May 4, 2001 as s.kabatoff@sk.sympatico.ca

Oct 30, 2001 to Oct 31, 2001 as kabatoff@the.link.ca

January 20, 2002 to April 17, 2002 as s_kabatoff@hotmail.com (original posts have been

removed from Google Groups archive)

April 26, 2002 to Present as dar_kabatoff@hotmail.com

Selected Posts: Tessa Lynne Smith Dastageer Sakhizai and Helen Smith Brett David Maki Andrew
Meredith Cotton Kathryn Lee Hipperson Amanda Dawn Newton Mona Marie Etcheverry Tony Peter Nuspl Lisa
Charlene McMillan Grant Allyn Wood

Comments scarier still is that saskatoon is my hometown, though not my current residence. and every
single place he's mentioned in his posts (most notably nervous harold's and the roastary) were
either places i've been (as it's a small city of 200K) or hangouts, ie. the two places mentioned.
chances are i could email some friends back home and find out if they know of him, they (my friends
that is) being of the broadway-centred slacker ilk. myself, too, until i got out of there. eh,
anyways. thought it odd to see all this. midtown mall. i ate my meals there, whilst waiting several
days in line for star wars episode one, at the theatre across the street. posted by andy raad on May
22, 2002 06:20 PM

Fascinating. It's like he's trying to take chaos and bind it into whatever rules he can find,
religious, logical and otherwise. Numbers and math have a reliable pattern, something that can
always be proven to true or false. People and religion do not. It reminds me of Darren Aronofsky's
movie Pi. It's the story of an paraniod genius who is trying to find a pattern in Pi. A group that
takes interest in his work is convinced that the existence of Pi, a number whose existence can be
proven but no quantified, is proof of the existence of God. Kabatoff's hunt for patterns in
something as random as name selection is a way to reconcile his deeply logical thought process with
his conflicting religious views. posted by matt on May 23, 2002 11:19 AM

Exactly. I probably shouldn't have, but I e-mailed Daryl yesterday, asking him if he'd be willing to
create a numerological analysis for me. I also asked him if he had seen either Pi or A Beautiful
Mind, and what he thought of them. If he replies, I'll be sure to post it. posted by Andy Baio on
May 23, 2002 11:24 AM

I baked many pumpkin pies for Shawn (he likes pumpkin pies). I rubbed pumpkin pie all over my
breasts for him, and my breasts turned orange. I am a pumpkin for Shawn. posted by Trisha Blondie on
July 24, 2002 10:41 PM

Um, that's swell. So, you're in love with him? posted by Andy Baio on July 25, 2002 07:10 AM

Shawn once went to a funeral for a Jehovah Witness that shot himself and the lemon tarts were very
bad, they were not only sour but were rubbery as well. Shawn said that the guy was some kind of
Jehovah Witness prophet, he saw in advance that the lemon tarts at his funeral were to be very very
bad, and so he shot himself. Shawn said that he never ate pumpkin pie at a funeral but would like to
some day. Shawn likes pumpkin pie and so I have been practicing to make very good pumpkin pies.
posted by Trisha Blondie on July 25, 2002 02:49 PM

Shawn said that the lemon tarts were sour, bitter and rubbery. posted by Trisha Blondie on July 30,
2002 12:32 AM

I don't think this guy takes notes. I think he has Total Recall, and it has driven him insane...
posted by Todd Smith on December 26, 2002 11:00 AM

Oh... I almost forgot... I didnt spend thousands of dollars a day tormenting Daryl... We got a deal
on tormenting that fiscal year, it only came to about 37cents a day.... posted by Dr Claw on
December 30, 2002 01:56 AM

Mr. Kabatoff attempts to portray himself as a victim, but in fact he is a violent predatory
pedophile who is well known to his local law enforcement. In his post to multiple newsgroups
with the subject "Collecting Mail For The Coming Anti-Christ", he encourages mothers to send him
photos of their naked daughters. Mr Kabatoff explains, "I personally did not want photographs
being mailed to (the coming Ant-Christ) that were of underage children unless the parent was
signing consent." He is banned from virtually all the shopping malls

molestation charges. He's been hospitalized in mental institutions several times because he likes to
accost "nubile cuties." He writes about his contact with young girls in many posts. Search newsgroup
archives for posts by him containing the word "nubile". As part of his harrassment, he provides
personal details in a public forum, such as the real names of real children, in these and other
posts. About one girl he met at a mall, he writes, "I wanted Callie in my bed or I wanted her and
her sister dead." http://groups.google.com/groups?q=Da...en&lr=&ie=UTF-
8&selm=asqm35%24tjq5j%241%40ID-136124.news.dfncis.de&rnu He not only curses children and prays for
their death in his posts, he also enjoys attending the funerals of young people: "And so, since
nubile sweeties are found in greatest abundance at the funerals of high school students, then it is
the funerals of high school students that make the very very best funerals, especially if there is
food... I stuff my face (and my pockets) with all the good food and look at all the pretty nubile
sweeties and have the time of my life..

r=&ie=UTF-8&scoring=d&selm=LfXN8.63042%24R53.25142039%40twister.socal.rr. com&rnum=1 Many of his
posts are sent to alt.teens.advice. However, he liberally spams, floods and crossposts his off-
topic threatening and offensive missives to countless newsgroups. Some people HAVE problems and
some folks ARE problems. Don't dismiss Mr. Kabatoff as a harmless nut. When he sends these posts
to any newgroup, please help by reporting him to his ISP. Thanks. posted by nospam on January 5,
2003 04:39 AM

I knew of him when I was attending the University of Saskatchewan. He'd hang out in the Arts
computer lab and all you'd see is screens of numbers racing by on his laptop. I have an original
copy of his "Collecting Mail for the Coming Anti-Christ" pamphlet, and have seen him be hauled away
by campus security on more than one occasion. My friends and I refer to him as "Crazy Number Man".
posted by Mr. Somebody on April 10, 2003 11:09 AM

I've been posting to (and about) Shawn for over two years with big gaps in between. He has seen Pi
and didn't like it and didn't think it resembled him at all. (Wrong, it fits him to a tee) He
doesn't have total recall and has stated that he travels with a lap top to notate items. Also, he
uses "cut n' paste" a lot if you read all the way through his ramblings. He is anti-social as shown
by his angry statements towards those who, by his own admission, have been kind (but not kind
enough) to him. Still, he's intelligent and seems to be able to "take a joke" on occassion. That's
where I came in. posted by Gambol on May 19, 2003 02:22

ALOHA

Reply to group (Unsolicited e-mail is deleted from the server unread if it comes from anyone not
already in my addressbook. I'll never even see it)

"Thomas" <isleniceguy@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:6025fea2.0402191746.e7e954d@posting.google.com... <snip>

James Takayama posted libel against me using the name "nospam", now he frequently quotes this libel
using the name "Thomas." -Daryl S. Kabatoff HALOHA

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

See Hebrews 4, here is New Testament Scripture in chapter 4 telling us to remember to honor God's
4th Commandment. The pre-incarnate Jesus created heaven and earth and provided us with the Ten
Commandments. Then He came to earth in human form and abided by His Ten Commandments. Then He was
crucified on the 6th day of the week, RESTED in the tomb on the 7th day of the week, then rose on
the first day of the week to resume His ministry (His WORK). He rose on a Sunday to resume His work
while the filthy churches teach you that His rising on a Sunday changes His day of rest to Sunday.

Let us strive to enter that rest and honor what God desires that we honor rather than continue to
strive to hold onto the things that our are important to our friends, family and ourselves. -Daryl
S. Kabatoff

On 19 Feb 2004 17:46:28 -0800, isleniceguy@hotmail.com (Thomas) wrote:

>The following (courtesy of Waxy.org) is sort of an unofficial "FAQ" explaining the psychotic
>nonsense posted to Usenet by Shawn Daryl Kabatoff AKA "Dar", AKA "Probababbilities". And now AKA
>"marcia and me".

Gee, thanks. We probably would have never figured out that he's a net k00k without your help. I hear
there's a guy on Usenet named Bill Palmer who is a bit odd. You should look into it, so you can
stumble into a half-dozen newsgroups to announce your findings. You'll be, like, a hero and stuff.

--
Kevin S. Wilson Tech Writer at a University Somewhere in Idaho "Anything, when cooked in large
enough batches, will be vile." --Dag Right-square-bracket-gren, in alt.religion.kibology