Nević Nenad
The Living Force
Pashalis said:
Never trust the man with the weak jaw and without the chin! (as my grandma used to say :D )
dugdeep said:I think I found him a match!
Palinurus
The Living Force
This never ending saga continues with new twists and turns as a third ex-wife exposes dirty laundry:
"Jekyll & Rense: A Third Ex-Wife Speaks" @ _http://www.savethemales.ca/
Makow even compiled a Jeff Rense File (at your service): _http://www.henrymakow.com/the_jeff_rense_collection_arti.html
Typically suited for those with the stamina to endure all this. :P
**Edit** - Since the pictures of Rense consistently wouldn't load, I removed the URL insert.
"Jekyll & Rense: A Third Ex-Wife Speaks" @ _http://www.savethemales.ca/
Makow even compiled a Jeff Rense File (at your service): _http://www.henrymakow.com/the_jeff_rense_collection_arti.html
Typically suited for those with the stamina to endure all this. :P
**Edit** - Since the pictures of Rense consistently wouldn't load, I removed the URL insert.
Oh my, we have to archive that one!
Jekyll & Rense: A Third Ex-Wife Speaks
"I asked him why he'd changed? He said that before we were married, we were in the "courting stage" and that he was showing me what I wanted to see. He had acted out a charade."
MAKOW NOTE: I was not married to Jeff Rense but we had a fruitful 11-year collaboration. Like nine other wives and numerous former girlfriends & fiancees, I had no idea who he really was. Now Jeff's "Ex's" are exposing this man who has convinced thousands that he is the champion of integrity & freedom. Significantly, his psychopathic controlling behavior is consistent over 35 years and continues today. The painful truth is that he is an imposter and we have been duped. Click here for the complete Rense File. (_http://www.henrymakow.com/the_jeff_rense_collection_arti.html)
By "Anonymous Jeffry Rense Ex-Wife"
I was a young, carefree, happy and successful woman when I first met Jeff Rense.
I was 25 yrs. old and had seven years Banking/Mortgage Lending experience, when I started working for a Real Estate Investment Co. in Montecito, a wealthy suburb of Santa Barbara.
Shortly after I started working there, Jeff spotted me in the parking lot, and came out to introduce himself. He was employed by KCOY, a local TV station that had a small office located upstairs in the same building. I found him to be very charming, intelligent, witty, and handsome, and we began dating.
In the beginning, he was so much fun to be around! He seemed interested in all the things I enjoyed. He took me roller skating along the beach. He was romantic, very affectionate, and loving.
He roller skated with me despite the fact that he had a bad knee. He confided in me that upon injuring his knee playing basketball, he intentionally made it worse, thoroughly destroying his right knee so that he was officially "disabled" and exempt from the draft. He did this because he was afraid he would die in Vietnam if he were drafted.
Jeff was starting to construct a home on the hillside in Santa Barbara. It was a beautiful property on 1 1/3 acres, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It bordered a 50-ac natural wildlife preserve and was still very close to the center of town. [He extorted this land from wife #3. -Ed]
He asked me to live with him when he finished constructing his home. When I told my mother, she was extremely upset about our "living together". She was very religious and old-fashioned and wanted to see us married.
Jeff manipulated me by saying, "Your mother is right; we should get married". We flew up to Lake Tahoe, NV, for the weekend and got married in a lakeside chapel. We were married just 3 months after we met.
Soon after our wedding, Jeff lost his job at KCOY-TV and was unemployed. I was concerned, but Jeff called all the shots in our relationship.
jekyll.jpegGOOD JEFF/BAD JEFF
Once we were married, Jeff changed completely. He was no longer affectionate and would often shrug me off if I tried to be affectionate. He absolutely abhorred PDAs (public displays of affection) and felt that kissing spread germs.
He was now very cold, very jealous, and very controlling. I asked him why he'd changed? He said that before we were married, we were in the "courting stage" and that he was showing me what I wanted to see. He had acted out a charade.
During the construction of the Santa Barbara house, Jeff started incurring cost over-runs. He began selling off my belongings, and used up my credit cards in order to finish the house. He knew that we would not be able to afford the home when it was finished, so he said that he would sell it upon completion.
Once my credit cards were maxed out, he started borrowing money from my parents. My excellent finances were completely destroyed and I hated owing money to my parents. It went against everything I stood for.
He sold my car (a 3 yr. old MGB that I had recently paid off), telling me it was a death trap. He promised to replace it as soon as the house was sold.
As it turned out, I went without a car for over three years. Not having a car, and a huge debt instead, I was trapped with Jeff long after I wanted out of this mentally abusive relationship.
He forbade me to see friends, and was even jealous when I spent time with my own brothers! The only people he felt comfortable letting me see were my parents. He constantly criticized me for wearing perfume and makeup. I told him that I always cared about my appearance and he said that women wore makeup and perfume only to attract men. Jeff was very insecure and rarely allowed me out of his sight.
He was an insomniac. He couldn't sleep and would often pick arguments with me so that I wasn't able to sleep either.
Jeff owned a .357 magnun, and always kept it near the bed. He was always on guard.
Jeff didn't like me listening to rock & roll; only classical music or old vintage rock such as Elvis Presley were permissible.
For four years I was completely cut off from popular culture, and after finally escaping Jeff, my new friends would find it odd that I never heard of all the hugely popular rock bands that they all knew about. Jeff did his best to completely isolate me from the rest of the world.
HATREDS
Jeff was obsessed with eating noises and constantly told me that I had something wrong with my jaw structure because I was so noisy when I ate.
We never ate at the same table. (I ate at the coffee table). On rare occasions when we had dinner with his friends, he would act so normal and happy while in their company. But as soon as we left, he would tell me that he listened to everybody eating at the dinner table, and I was by far, the noisiest eater there.
Jeff confided to me that if he had lived a previous life, he would probably have been a member of the Gestapo. He hated Jews, blacks, all minorities, and people in general. He felt he was superior to other people.. One of his favorite sayings was "familiarity breeds contempt".
He hated women as well. He referred to women as "kleenex". He would say, "Women are like kleenex. You use them, then toss them away."
There was always another one readily available. I believe his hatred of women stems from his hatred of his birth mother. Jeff told me that his father used to beat his mother. After his parents divorced and he and his brothers were living with her, they could hear his mother having sex with boyfriends in an adjacent room. He was still a small boy and was deeply disturbed by this. He frequently referred to his mother as "a whore".
(Continued tomorrow - Rense Extorted all the Marital Assets)
Jekyll & Rense: A Third Ex-Wife Speaks
"I asked him why he'd changed? He said that before we were married, we were in the "courting stage" and that he was showing me what I wanted to see. He had acted out a charade."
MAKOW NOTE: I was not married to Jeff Rense but we had a fruitful 11-year collaboration. Like nine other wives and numerous former girlfriends & fiancees, I had no idea who he really was. Now Jeff's "Ex's" are exposing this man who has convinced thousands that he is the champion of integrity & freedom. Significantly, his psychopathic controlling behavior is consistent over 35 years and continues today. The painful truth is that he is an imposter and we have been duped. Click here for the complete Rense File. (_http://www.henrymakow.com/the_jeff_rense_collection_arti.html)
By "Anonymous Jeffry Rense Ex-Wife"
I was a young, carefree, happy and successful woman when I first met Jeff Rense.
I was 25 yrs. old and had seven years Banking/Mortgage Lending experience, when I started working for a Real Estate Investment Co. in Montecito, a wealthy suburb of Santa Barbara.
Shortly after I started working there, Jeff spotted me in the parking lot, and came out to introduce himself. He was employed by KCOY, a local TV station that had a small office located upstairs in the same building. I found him to be very charming, intelligent, witty, and handsome, and we began dating.
In the beginning, he was so much fun to be around! He seemed interested in all the things I enjoyed. He took me roller skating along the beach. He was romantic, very affectionate, and loving.
He roller skated with me despite the fact that he had a bad knee. He confided in me that upon injuring his knee playing basketball, he intentionally made it worse, thoroughly destroying his right knee so that he was officially "disabled" and exempt from the draft. He did this because he was afraid he would die in Vietnam if he were drafted.
Jeff was starting to construct a home on the hillside in Santa Barbara. It was a beautiful property on 1 1/3 acres, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It bordered a 50-ac natural wildlife preserve and was still very close to the center of town. [He extorted this land from wife #3. -Ed]
He asked me to live with him when he finished constructing his home. When I told my mother, she was extremely upset about our "living together". She was very religious and old-fashioned and wanted to see us married.
Jeff manipulated me by saying, "Your mother is right; we should get married". We flew up to Lake Tahoe, NV, for the weekend and got married in a lakeside chapel. We were married just 3 months after we met.
Soon after our wedding, Jeff lost his job at KCOY-TV and was unemployed. I was concerned, but Jeff called all the shots in our relationship.
jekyll.jpegGOOD JEFF/BAD JEFF
Once we were married, Jeff changed completely. He was no longer affectionate and would often shrug me off if I tried to be affectionate. He absolutely abhorred PDAs (public displays of affection) and felt that kissing spread germs.
He was now very cold, very jealous, and very controlling. I asked him why he'd changed? He said that before we were married, we were in the "courting stage" and that he was showing me what I wanted to see. He had acted out a charade.
During the construction of the Santa Barbara house, Jeff started incurring cost over-runs. He began selling off my belongings, and used up my credit cards in order to finish the house. He knew that we would not be able to afford the home when it was finished, so he said that he would sell it upon completion.
Once my credit cards were maxed out, he started borrowing money from my parents. My excellent finances were completely destroyed and I hated owing money to my parents. It went against everything I stood for.
He sold my car (a 3 yr. old MGB that I had recently paid off), telling me it was a death trap. He promised to replace it as soon as the house was sold.
As it turned out, I went without a car for over three years. Not having a car, and a huge debt instead, I was trapped with Jeff long after I wanted out of this mentally abusive relationship.
He forbade me to see friends, and was even jealous when I spent time with my own brothers! The only people he felt comfortable letting me see were my parents. He constantly criticized me for wearing perfume and makeup. I told him that I always cared about my appearance and he said that women wore makeup and perfume only to attract men. Jeff was very insecure and rarely allowed me out of his sight.
He was an insomniac. He couldn't sleep and would often pick arguments with me so that I wasn't able to sleep either.
Jeff owned a .357 magnun, and always kept it near the bed. He was always on guard.
Jeff didn't like me listening to rock & roll; only classical music or old vintage rock such as Elvis Presley were permissible.
For four years I was completely cut off from popular culture, and after finally escaping Jeff, my new friends would find it odd that I never heard of all the hugely popular rock bands that they all knew about. Jeff did his best to completely isolate me from the rest of the world.
HATREDS
Jeff was obsessed with eating noises and constantly told me that I had something wrong with my jaw structure because I was so noisy when I ate.
We never ate at the same table. (I ate at the coffee table). On rare occasions when we had dinner with his friends, he would act so normal and happy while in their company. But as soon as we left, he would tell me that he listened to everybody eating at the dinner table, and I was by far, the noisiest eater there.
Jeff confided to me that if he had lived a previous life, he would probably have been a member of the Gestapo. He hated Jews, blacks, all minorities, and people in general. He felt he was superior to other people.. One of his favorite sayings was "familiarity breeds contempt".
He hated women as well. He referred to women as "kleenex". He would say, "Women are like kleenex. You use them, then toss them away."
There was always another one readily available. I believe his hatred of women stems from his hatred of his birth mother. Jeff told me that his father used to beat his mother. After his parents divorced and he and his brothers were living with her, they could hear his mother having sex with boyfriends in an adjacent room. He was still a small boy and was deeply disturbed by this. He frequently referred to his mother as "a whore".
(Continued tomorrow - Rense Extorted all the Marital Assets)
O dear, we missed this one!
"I know Jeff Rense as a Predator" - Ex-Wife #3 (pics added) (_http://www.henrymakow.com/i_know_jeff_rense_as_a_predato.html)
April 11, 2012
"One night, he got out his gun, a .357 magnum I believe.... The gun was pointed at me and he then "acted" out an attempt to commit his own suicide with the gun to his head."
(Editor's Note: If this article were about Henry Kissinger or Milt Romney, "Patriots" would be doing high-fives and sending congratulations. Because it is about Jeff Rense, many hypocrites will see it as a betrayal. They prefer a comfortable lie to disconcerting truth.
Friends, Jeff Rense has betrayed our trust. Psychopaths know how to win trust but invariably betray it. Suezan, his third wife, also found him "charming" as did eight other ex-wives, many more fiances, listeners and former collaborators.
Truthers must face the truth. Far from championing truth and goodness, Jeff Rense is a fraud. Together with Megan's revelations, this article confirms a life-long pattern of pathological deceit and exploitation that has not ended.)
By Suezan
(henrymakow.com)
Today is April 5, 2012. My name is Suezan. I am a fabulous 62-year-old country-girl who lives in a restored vintage log cabin on acreage, enjoys gardening, works as a volunteer for an animal cause, enjoys good health both mentally and physically, and I love life.
Four days ago, Megan, Jeff Rense's 9th wife (a complete stranger) contacted me via e-mail (amazing how people can be found these days). I have been corresponding with her and have learned much about her nightmare of a marriage to Jeff Rense (JR).
I find myself re-living "life in hell" as his 3rd wife (1977). In 1976, I was employed by the Santa Barbara County Health Dept. as secretary to the Venereal Disease Clinic.
JR was a news reporter for the local ABC TV station doing a story on the VD Clinic. He pursued me and we began a relationship. I thought he was charming.
I too soon moved to Las Vegas with him when he accepted a job as anchorman with the local ABC TV station. He was a peculiar man with many quirks, i.e., I was not allowed to touch popcorn at a movie theater with my hands GERMS!!!
I was told to use my tongue to scoop up the popcorn. I was only allowed to listen to classical music (I was 25 years old) even in my own car.
He would check my car radio and was enraged if I had changed it to rock-n-roll. No baths -- GERMS!!!.
He constantly reminded me of his intellectual superiority over me. He told me that he knew Mario Lanza in a past life and was obsessed with his voice....and other intimate personal things I won't mention here.
JR1976.jpg
(left, JR at age 31)
At this point I was under the influence of a mentally abusive, self-absorbed controlling man...isolated from family and friends.
I was very young, very pretty and apparently naive. Such a classic case of mental abuse, only I didn't have the life-skills yet to know better.
I owned a 1st trust deed at this time that was being paid-in-full. This was substantial amount of money for a young woman in the 70's.
When he learned of this, JR convinced me to marry him. We married at a small chapel on the strip. I wore blue jeans and a red sweater.
Shortly after the "wedding" he made plans for "our" future to buy a piece of land in Santa Barbara to build a house and live happily ever after. I am not sure what happened to his anchorman job.
I purchased the land with my money. Soon after, he turned off the charm. The warm husband turned into a cold stranger. He demanded I sign over the land in exchange for the condo we lived in which was mortgaged to the hilt by him.
I was working a near minimum wage job and broke. I was confused and hurt, but not willing to go along with his demands. The threats began. He would call me at work and threaten to throw my dog Teddy and cat Nuisance out the 8th floor window of the condo or they would disappear and I would never seen them again.
I slept on the couch. He would stand over me, glaring, hateful eyes with fists clenched over my face, like he was going to punch me in the face, sometimes all night. He tore my pajamas one night while I was trying to get away from him.
jrthinker1976.jpg(JR, the thinker, in 1976, planning his next con)
All this time harassing me, belittling me....all for me to sign over the Santa Barbara land. I try to recall how many days/weeks I endured his rage.
My only salvation was a friend at work who I could talk to about my "hellish" marriage,. She became my best friend and still is to this day.
One night, he got out his gun, a .357 magnum I believe....stood in the hall in front of the door of the 8th floor condo....only entrance/exit. The gun was pointed at me and then he "acted" out an attempt to commit his own suicide with the gun to his head.
This was probably, in his self-absorbed way of thinking, that he thought I cared about him so much....threatening his own life would have a traumatic affect on me. All an act....although I believe he was "crazy" with desperation because I was not "caving-in" to his demands as easily as he thought I would. My life was in danger...psychos do "snap". I was paralyzed with fear.
sue2.jpg(left, Sue today)
After that, I knew my life was worth more than money/land. I was isolated, sick and ashamed. I gave him what he wanted....land in Santa Barbara and a divorce.
I stayed a short while in Las Vegas and then returned to Santa Barbara where I eventually met and married a wonderful man. I don't recall ever speaking of Jeff Rense again to anyone, even my family.....until now.
I was his third wife and have to wonder about the other eight wives. A man without honor is no man. I know Jeff Rense as a predator.
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First Comment from Megan, wife #9
Dearest Suezan,
Thank you so much for your courage to come forward. I have been waiting and hoping for other ex-wives and ex-girlfriends to come forward and corroborate my story.
I remember well the shock when my warm loving soul-mate husband turned utterly cold on me, once he had what he wanted, which in my case was me abandoning my job and friends (he wouldn't allow me to email
anybody from my old job) to come live with him.
Jeff also forced me to divorce him against my will. He did not hold me at gunpoint, but rather threatened to destroy me financially if I consulted a lawyer and did not sign the papers IMMEDIATELY. I was so afraid of Jeff by this point, that I signed immediately.
And Jeff also left me adrift financially, I have lost all my retirement (which I was heavily penalized for disbursing early), and all the equity from my home I sold to be with Jeff. And soon my entire savings account will be drained.
My one chance to get back on my feet, both financially and emotionally, a great job in a different state that I was perfect for, he made sure to ruin my chances by harassing me continuously during the preparation for the interview, a very stringent interview, and lost me that job.
So, once again, thank you Suezan. You have survived Jeff and
thrived and give me hope that I may survive too. Maybe even thrive,
but that seems so impossible right now.
"Megan"
Ex-wife #9 (or thereabouts)
"I know Jeff Rense as a Predator" - Ex-Wife #3 (pics added) (_http://www.henrymakow.com/i_know_jeff_rense_as_a_predato.html)
April 11, 2012
"One night, he got out his gun, a .357 magnum I believe.... The gun was pointed at me and he then "acted" out an attempt to commit his own suicide with the gun to his head."
(Editor's Note: If this article were about Henry Kissinger or Milt Romney, "Patriots" would be doing high-fives and sending congratulations. Because it is about Jeff Rense, many hypocrites will see it as a betrayal. They prefer a comfortable lie to disconcerting truth.
Friends, Jeff Rense has betrayed our trust. Psychopaths know how to win trust but invariably betray it. Suezan, his third wife, also found him "charming" as did eight other ex-wives, many more fiances, listeners and former collaborators.
Truthers must face the truth. Far from championing truth and goodness, Jeff Rense is a fraud. Together with Megan's revelations, this article confirms a life-long pattern of pathological deceit and exploitation that has not ended.)
By Suezan
(henrymakow.com)
Today is April 5, 2012. My name is Suezan. I am a fabulous 62-year-old country-girl who lives in a restored vintage log cabin on acreage, enjoys gardening, works as a volunteer for an animal cause, enjoys good health both mentally and physically, and I love life.
Four days ago, Megan, Jeff Rense's 9th wife (a complete stranger) contacted me via e-mail (amazing how people can be found these days). I have been corresponding with her and have learned much about her nightmare of a marriage to Jeff Rense (JR).
I find myself re-living "life in hell" as his 3rd wife (1977). In 1976, I was employed by the Santa Barbara County Health Dept. as secretary to the Venereal Disease Clinic.
JR was a news reporter for the local ABC TV station doing a story on the VD Clinic. He pursued me and we began a relationship. I thought he was charming.
I too soon moved to Las Vegas with him when he accepted a job as anchorman with the local ABC TV station. He was a peculiar man with many quirks, i.e., I was not allowed to touch popcorn at a movie theater with my hands GERMS!!!
I was told to use my tongue to scoop up the popcorn. I was only allowed to listen to classical music (I was 25 years old) even in my own car.
He would check my car radio and was enraged if I had changed it to rock-n-roll. No baths -- GERMS!!!.
He constantly reminded me of his intellectual superiority over me. He told me that he knew Mario Lanza in a past life and was obsessed with his voice....and other intimate personal things I won't mention here.
JR1976.jpg
(left, JR at age 31)
At this point I was under the influence of a mentally abusive, self-absorbed controlling man...isolated from family and friends.
I was very young, very pretty and apparently naive. Such a classic case of mental abuse, only I didn't have the life-skills yet to know better.
I owned a 1st trust deed at this time that was being paid-in-full. This was substantial amount of money for a young woman in the 70's.
When he learned of this, JR convinced me to marry him. We married at a small chapel on the strip. I wore blue jeans and a red sweater.
Shortly after the "wedding" he made plans for "our" future to buy a piece of land in Santa Barbara to build a house and live happily ever after. I am not sure what happened to his anchorman job.
I purchased the land with my money. Soon after, he turned off the charm. The warm husband turned into a cold stranger. He demanded I sign over the land in exchange for the condo we lived in which was mortgaged to the hilt by him.
I was working a near minimum wage job and broke. I was confused and hurt, but not willing to go along with his demands. The threats began. He would call me at work and threaten to throw my dog Teddy and cat Nuisance out the 8th floor window of the condo or they would disappear and I would never seen them again.
I slept on the couch. He would stand over me, glaring, hateful eyes with fists clenched over my face, like he was going to punch me in the face, sometimes all night. He tore my pajamas one night while I was trying to get away from him.
jrthinker1976.jpg(JR, the thinker, in 1976, planning his next con)
All this time harassing me, belittling me....all for me to sign over the Santa Barbara land. I try to recall how many days/weeks I endured his rage.
My only salvation was a friend at work who I could talk to about my "hellish" marriage,. She became my best friend and still is to this day.
One night, he got out his gun, a .357 magnum I believe....stood in the hall in front of the door of the 8th floor condo....only entrance/exit. The gun was pointed at me and then he "acted" out an attempt to commit his own suicide with the gun to his head.
This was probably, in his self-absorbed way of thinking, that he thought I cared about him so much....threatening his own life would have a traumatic affect on me. All an act....although I believe he was "crazy" with desperation because I was not "caving-in" to his demands as easily as he thought I would. My life was in danger...psychos do "snap". I was paralyzed with fear.
sue2.jpg(left, Sue today)
After that, I knew my life was worth more than money/land. I was isolated, sick and ashamed. I gave him what he wanted....land in Santa Barbara and a divorce.
I stayed a short while in Las Vegas and then returned to Santa Barbara where I eventually met and married a wonderful man. I don't recall ever speaking of Jeff Rense again to anyone, even my family.....until now.
I was his third wife and have to wonder about the other eight wives. A man without honor is no man. I know Jeff Rense as a predator.
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First Comment from Megan, wife #9
Dearest Suezan,
Thank you so much for your courage to come forward. I have been waiting and hoping for other ex-wives and ex-girlfriends to come forward and corroborate my story.
I remember well the shock when my warm loving soul-mate husband turned utterly cold on me, once he had what he wanted, which in my case was me abandoning my job and friends (he wouldn't allow me to email
anybody from my old job) to come live with him.
Jeff also forced me to divorce him against my will. He did not hold me at gunpoint, but rather threatened to destroy me financially if I consulted a lawyer and did not sign the papers IMMEDIATELY. I was so afraid of Jeff by this point, that I signed immediately.
And Jeff also left me adrift financially, I have lost all my retirement (which I was heavily penalized for disbursing early), and all the equity from my home I sold to be with Jeff. And soon my entire savings account will be drained.
My one chance to get back on my feet, both financially and emotionally, a great job in a different state that I was perfect for, he made sure to ruin my chances by harassing me continuously during the preparation for the interview, a very stringent interview, and lost me that job.
So, once again, thank you Suezan. You have survived Jeff and
thrived and give me hope that I may survive too. Maybe even thrive,
but that seems so impossible right now.
"Megan"
Ex-wife #9 (or thereabouts)
