Sweet Caroline Hynes

Mother of Emaline Rault & Ex-Wife of Jean-Marie

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                  Hynes Rault Emaline Rault
                  & David Hynes Sr Caroline Hynes Rault
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Caroline’s brother David Hynes Jr looks like a barrel of laughs too.

Last month, the FTC filed a complaint against Rumson, Bolling & Associates, based in Van Nuys, Calif., for allegedly making abusive calls to debtors, including the Illinois woman who reportedly owed money after her daughter’s funeral. The company also threatened to use “violence or other criminal means” to harm the alleged debtors, including calling them “deadbeat”, “white trash”, “piece of crap”, “crackerhead”, “scumbag”, and “lowlife”.

The commission’s complaint offers two jaw-dropping examples. In one, the callers attempted to collect from a woman who was unable to pay the balance due for her daughter’s funeral. “During the calls, Rumson, Bolling & Associates told her they were going to dig her daughter up and hang her from a tree if she did not pay the debt,” the complaint says. Callers also threatened to eat her dog and even to kill her if she didn’t pay, the complaint says.

Another instance involved a woman who had fallen behind on her payments to a funeral home, after both of her sons died within a week of each other. The callers “asked how she would feel if her son’s body was dug up and dropped outside her door,” the complaint states.

In some cases, the consumers were terrified enough to turn over some cash. But even then, the company “in many cases” didn’t send the money along to its clients, “instead keeping the proceeds from the collection efforts for themselves.”

A Van Nuys debt collection operation and the people who ran it agreed to pay $1.1 million to settle federal allegations that they improperly bullied consumers to get them to pay overdue bills and deceived clients about fees.

Under the settlement, Forensic Case Management, Specialized Recovery Inc. and Commercial Receivables Acquisition Inc., along with Hynes and former executive Lorena Quiroz-Hynes, will be required to pay $700,000 because they cannot afford to pay the rest, the FTC said.

Two others connected to the companies, James S. Hynes and Heather True, agreed to smaller judgments that were suspended because of their inability to pay.

In a separate settlement, three companies controlled by David Hynes — Vesper Collins, Ramillies, both of Sherman Oaks, and Innsbruck — agreed to pay $403,487. The companies weren’t involved in the alleged debt-collection violations, but profited from them, the FTC said.

De: SAGReiss

Date: 10 fevrier 2015

Objet: Rendez-vous manque

So,

C'est un sale coup que tu m'as joue ce matin, la punition de je ne sais quelle insulte a ton honneur. Ces femmes orientales et leur orgueil... Isabelle te dira que je lui ai telephone presque en larmes, completement perdu pres de Vedene. J'ai failli me faire ecraser par un camion. Elle a reussi a me calmer, et me guider sain & sauf au bon port. Enfin arrive, tu ne veux plus me voir. Quand elle m'a dit ca, tout en me guidant vers la porte de sortie, je me suis affaisse sur une chaise dans la salle d'attente. Il y a un moment ou l'on n'accepte plus "the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune". Bon, j'ai le CD du dossier, et je te remercie de m'informer des dires de Maitre Fuster au sujet de ma fille, meme si ce ne sont que les mensonges de Mme Uccellatore retransmis par l'avocat qui ne connait pas Rose. Mon pere attend. Je precise qu'il est inutile de me telephoner le soir, car je risque fort de ne pas me souvenir de ce que tu dis. J'ai oublie dans la description de Jose quelques remarques de Mike: "his innate need to be a criminal," car Jose revendique les traditions de son ile. "He eats for fucking free," car Jose est un forager ("butineuse"?), a savoir il sait trouver la bouffe, champignons, asperges sauvages, ecrevisses, etc. dans la nature. J'ai revu le Croate au hasard a la Brasserie a midi. Il n'a pas fait allusion a hier soir, donc moi aussi je suis reste discret. Peut-etre qu'il ne s'en souvient plus. Je pense que si, car en partant il m'a fait un coup sur l'epaule, je pense pour me remercier.

Scott, pere de Rose

De: SAGReiss

Date: 9 fevrier 2015

Objet: Sylvain de Croatie

So,

Je suis sorti cet apres-midi boire un Ricard au soleil, et je suis tombe sur un voisin, que je connais vaguement, et je crois qu'il s'appelle Sylvain, en etat de sante desastreux. On m'a deja ramasse dans la rue, dans l'escalier, donc je lui ai propose de l'accompagner chez lui. On y va. Il me tient la jambe, car il n'a pas de femme & enfants, pas grave. Il est d'origine croate. Il parle & ecrit le croate, apparemment, et il a fait la guerre contre la Serbie. Il etait saoul a tel point que j'ai du le ratrapper une fois qu'il tombait dans la rue. Je me demande ce qu'ils boivent, les mecs, car j'ai commence au whisky ce matin a neuf heures & je n'ai pas arrete depuis, et pourtant je suis sobre comme un Juge a 17h. Or les Croates ne sont pas des tendres. Ils etaient du mauvais cote en 1939-45. Je lui ai parle de Johnny Unitas, un joueur de foot americain d'origine croate. Je lui ai raconte que j'etais a Sarajevo, qui se trouve malheureusement en Bosnie, avant la guerre dans une station de ski, mais je ne sais pas skier. Je lui ai propose de venir chez moi manger de la soupe aux lentilles que j'ai preparee pour Jean-Marie, mais il m'a dit qu'il a tout ce qu'il faut chez lui. L'appartement etait correct, relativement bien range. On a bu un coup de rouge: "T'as pas de Ricard?" "Non." "T'aimes pas?" "Si, justement." Quand je suis parti, il m'a remercie prodigieusement, meme s'il n'avait pas forcement besoin que je le raccompagne. Je pense qu'il a apprecie le geste amical. Qu'est-ce qu'il y a comme mystere dans la vie des hommes?

Je t'embrasse.

Scott, pere de Rose

De: SAGReiss

Date: 9 fevrier 2015

Objet: Jose

Ma chere So,

Je n'arrive pas a m'arreter de boire & ecrire, donc je te spamme un peu. Il parait que les Chretiens savent pardonner & oublier. Les Juifs ne savent que pardonner. Pour nous 1492, l'expulsion des Juifs de l'Espagne sous l'Inquisition, et accessoirement la decouverte de l'Amerique par Christophe Colomb, c'etait ce matin. Mais j'ai oublie de decrire Jose. C'est un Sicilien un peu plus age que moi, un pere digne qui a eu la garde de ses enfants des deux lits, car il aurait dit au mediateur: "Un weekend sur deux, ca me convient pas. Si c'est ca la solution, je prends mes enfants et je rentre dans mon village en Sicile. Celui qui vient chercher mes enfants fait l'aller, mais il fait pas le retour." Jose est bien plus petit que moi, et il a un gros ventre, mais c'est un homme d'une grande violence & mechancete. Je l'aime beaucoup. Il vient chez moi tous les jours en ce moment. C'est vrai qu'il y a toujours de quoi fumer & boire chez moi, et je lui prete la Rosemobile. (Je devrais faire la transition du whisky au Ricard, mais le whisky a tres bon gout aujourd'hui. J'hesite.) Il va s'occuper de mon chat Antistrophe (Strophe pour les intimes) pendant mon sejour en Bretagne, et Mike, le con d'Anglais, a besoin que j'aide Jose a organiser la friterie a Casteljau pour l'ouverture le 1 juin. Je creche chez Mike a Londres. Mon pere va venir me voir, car je ne peux pas aller a Oxford chez ma soeur, qui est fachee contre moi a cause de toutes ces merdres des cinq dernieres annees. Tant pis. Mike veut aussi ouvrir une gallerie d'art chez lui en ville cet ete, avec moi comme maitre des ceremonies. Il me paie en liquide, a savoir une bouteille de Ricard par jour. Pourquoi pas? Jean-Marie a rale ce matin de son enfermement, ce que je peux comprendre. Je lui ai repondu: "This too shall pass. Ma mere dit que le roi Salomon a dit ca. Le roi Salomon dit que ma mere a dit ca."

Bisous.

Scott, pere de Rose

From: SAGReiss

Date: 9 February 2015

Subject: The Shock of Recognition

Mother, Father, So, Jean-Marie,

"What we behold is censored by our eyes." Christophe Marlowe, Hero & Leander (1598)

Driving home from Aubenas, where I had to take Jose in order to further Mike's mad scheme of opening a chips stand at his house by the river in Chassezac, I decided to get seriously drunk today, not normally, in the afternoon, but this morning, on whisky. Then I'll switch to Ricard this afternoon. I can take care of the laundry tomorrow, when I come back from So's. She's going to tell me what Rose's lawyer told her about Rose. She won't write it because she knows I would publish what she wrote. Anyway, I was thinking back on yesterday, another wild ride in this crazy run I've been on since 9 March 2013, creating a powerful work of art every fortnight. I have never been this hot for this long. Even when I first hit my stride, on 22 February 1996, I slacked off after a few months. This streak is unprecedented, like Barry Bonds in 2001-4. Anyway Jean-Marie was on leave from the psych ward for the day. He's pissing me off on Skype, which drives my cheap-ass Window$ 8 'puter batshit. We'd been joking about my making a page in homage to his wife, so I finally got fed up & said: "Just send me the fucking pics, you fat cunt of a Breton." Being French, he couldn't figure out an efficient way of sending me two dozen high-resolution images, so I had to go fetch them one by one from the gmail web interface, which I hate because it's so fucking awful. I drank lots of Ricard & held my temper. I wanted to finish before his permission ran out at six. I made the page in half an hour. I'm fast. As my favorite painter James McNeill Whistler said: "But it took me a lifetime to learn how to do it." Our plan had been to keep the page private for the moment, but once Jean-Marie, who'd been drinking beer all day, saw it, he couldn't hold himself back: "Publish that sucker."

http://www.sagreiss.org/caroline.htm

It's one thing to look at my site and think: "That's pretty clever, and the music is nice." It's quite something else, what my friend Hank Melville calls the "shock of recognition", to see his own sweet love immortalized by an artist who knows what the fuck he's doing. I organized the pics by semantic field. The first three portray the couple. The second three, her family, which will thrill her I'm sure. The third three represent her cruel & unusual sexual habits. The fourth three, her eating, which is always problematic for American women. In the fifth row I subbed a photo of Emaline & her grandfather David Hynes Sr in part because the green of his shirt matches the salad above, the tablecloth above left, the grass to the right, and the garment below right. The sixth three show Sweet Caroline outdoors. The seventh three indoors, with a little cleavage in the middle. We have another secret weapon, but I can't talk about that yet. She'll have to do something else to enrage Jean-Marie, and then we'll whip out the nuclear arms. Let the fat slut file a fucking complaint against me in Hotlanta. I'm never setting foot in Georgia, so I don't give a shit what she does.

Peace & love.

Scott, father of Rose

Flag of the State of Georgia (1956-2001)

Flag of the State of Georgia (1956-2001)

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