MySpace page puts teacher back in jail

Woman convicted of sex with student, 13, arrested for probation violation

from MSNBC

McMINNVILLE, Tenn. – A former elementary school teacher who spent six months in jail for having sex with a 13-year-old student was arrested again, this time for violating probation by apparently communicating with the victim.

PAMELA ROGERS Pamela Rogers, 28, was arrested Tuesday and released on $10,000 bond. A judge Wednesday ordered her to appear at a July 12 hearing.

Last August, Rogers reached a plea deal to serve nine months on an eight-year sentence, allowing her to avoid a trial on 28 charges of sexual battery and statutory rape. She was released from jail in February for good behavior.

Under terms of the plea deal, she was, among other things, ordered not to contact the victim or his family and not to use the Internet.

Authorities said she violated probation by establishing a Web page on the online social networking hub Her page featured a blog that included what authorities said was communication between Rogers and the victim’s 17-year-old sister.

Rogers is also accused of issuing a cryptic message to the victim through the MySpace page by addressing his basketball jersey number, saying he was her hero and that she would not fall in love again for three years.

The Web site also featured several pictures of Rogers in a bikini.

Rogers' MySpace page
A screen capture from shows the lead photograph and I.D. on Rogers’ page, which has been removed from the site.

District Attorney General Dale Potter said he will seek to have Rogers return to prison to serve the remaining seven years of the original prison term.

"This came in such a short amount of time after she was released on probation and in our opinion these were intentional violations of the terms of her release," Potter said.

Rogers’ attorney, Peter Strianse of Nashville, told WSMV-TV he was "very concerned" that Rogers’ plea agreement was in jeopardy.


Fayner Posts: Yeah, I’m a lazy fucking loser. What’s it to you anyway?

So I was thinking of ways to work even less, and I came up with this. But it does make sense, right? I mean, who knows porno better than the people who go out and buy it and then take it home and do unGODly things to it?

No one.

So here’s your chance. Just write a review of your favorite porno flick, as long as you so desire, and send it in to me and I’ll just throw it up without even reading it or editing it.

It’s that easy (for me).

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As the Italian Princess of Porn, she stood atop a pile of sweaty money and hairless bodies, bragging of her mansion, her wine cellar, and the legion of adoring fans that followed the every move of one of America’s most notorious sex starlets.
As "tattoogirl1488," her ink-covered body staggered from slum to slum through America’s white heartland, in a subculture where "Kill a Queer for Christ" is still a rallying call. She waved her angry finger at the niggers, the heebs and the homosexual perverts dragging down wholesome, white American values, while pining for a man worth cooking, cleaning and raising lots of Hitler Youth for.

What a difference a year makes.

It was in just over a year that Bianca Trump, an impossibly buxom pin-up model and B-list porn actress, degenerated into Wendy Iwanow, neo-Nazi tattoo artist and hanger-on in America’s white racist underground. Iwanow (her true name) was arrested on an outstanding warrant for forgery on November 7, 2003 in the company of Aryan Nations’ fuehrer Richard Butler when her name was run at the airport in Spokane, Washington. Butler claimed he had no idea that his whip-smart Eva Braun had once used her art and her silicone-enhanced figure in Judaeophile vehicles such as the seminal Creme de la Face, Rent-a-Butt, and that Ku Klux Klan blockbuster, Little White Girl, Big Black Man.

Porn stars, as a rule, do not go on to live happy lives once they become too old (usually, 30) or overexposed to entice jaded consumers with a box-cover pose. Some get married and are never heard from again. Some extend their careers as full-time professional escorts for gradually declining rates. Some hang on in the industry and become successful owners or directors or movers behind the scenes.

Bianca Trump, on the other hand, endured a quick, spectacular, and well-documented flame-out. In just under a year, she went from a high-priced escort and South Florida tabloid superstar to a bitch for the Aryan Nations.


Spokane was where it ended and where it began. In 1992, Wendy Iwanow was a house dancer in a Washington strip club when she was spotted by the boyfriend of a popular model who acted as an instant, somewhat dodgy "agent." Creatures like these are a dime a dozen in the porn industry, where their reliance on the violation of their beloved’s orifices and their aptitude for luggage handling has given them the irresistible tag of "suitcase pimps."

Wendy later told Hustler that the "agent" booked her for some magazine work in Los Angeles, but ran away with her money. Stranded in a strange city, she dragged her considerable assets for barter to the gatekeeper of the modern porn industry, Jim South of World Modeling. With a nom de porn chosen either for her class or her gravity-defying "towers," Bianca Trump was born.

Bianca went on to star in 250 videos over the next eight years. To capitalize on her assets, she pumped up her breasts to unreal proportions, and marked up her rate for escorting with wealthy fans and hobbyists accordingly.

By knocking boots and providing a "porn star experience" to wealthy johns, most actresses can more than quadruple their earnings from films alone. Most porn star prostitutes are discreet, posting ads in free alternative weeklies or advertising exclusively by word of mouth. Trump, on the other hand, flaunted her extracurricular activities as a human sponge. In 1994, she appeared on the Jerry Springer Show in Chicago as Hollywood’s premiere "porn star madam." She said she was smarter than Heidi Fleiss and with her retinue of porn actresses could bank in the six figures. Appearances on the Jenny Jones Show and other daytime television staples followed. She also appeared on Howard Stern’s radio show as well as his E! Channel broadcast, where she was mocked by the radio crew for being too heavy and not pretty enough to match her four-figure companionship fee. The show later became legendary among rabid Stern fans: Bianca actually burst into tears.

Bianca’s first run-in with the law came on a prostitution charge in Pompano Beach, Florida in 1995. Later that same year, one of Trump’s tricks, Michael Beaulieu, claimed Trump and several large men had broken into his home and stolen cash he had on hand. He had stored the money in a pile of newspapers, which Trump had seen him move when he paid her for her services. Trump was eventually found not guilty at a jury trial.

Trump hit the internet in 1998, hawking herself on her website as "the Italian Princess of Porn" (she had earlier gone by the appellation of "the Latin Princess of Porn," based on her dark skin; Iwanow’s true background is a mix of several European ethnicities). She clashed in USENET groups with fans, critics, and a retired porn star (and USENET superstar in her own right), Brandy Alexandre. At times their flame war spilled out of the digital world and into real life, with anonymous remailers deployed to reveal Trump’s arrest record and Alexandre’s place of employment.

At one time, Trump claimed she was making more than $1,200 per hour from prostitution. A subscription to her website,, billed at $40 per month. From a server in Los Angeles, the reader could link to a variety of webcams set up in her home in West Palm Beach, Florida.

Trump liked to brag that she lived in a mansion. "We are one of the most affluent neighborhoods in the country," she told porn scribe Luke Ford. "I live blocks from Donald Trump." Well, not quite. Her palatial old house at 3916 Westview was located in a neighborhood which had gone into deep decline from its heyday in the 1920s. Through urban decay, the Anglo-Saxon element had long since diminished and the neighbourhood was now dominated by minorities.

Trump clashed with her neighbours over boundary lines and the like. The Palm Beach Post and other papers documented the civil war between the white porn star and her black neighbors, which resulted in more than 140 calls to 9-1-1 and precisely zero arrests. The fight eventually spilled over into vandalism and brutal violence. In the conflict, Trump seems to have given as good as she got, until she was beaten up by several black neighbors. The story became one of those small town incidents destined for the annals of local history, with a number of local newspapers and alternative weeklies writing largely sympathetic accounts of the porn star that tried to fix her up community.

After the mob assault, Trump swore she would file suit against the police (for failing to protect her) and her neighbours, but missed most of the court dates. In November 2001, she filed for bankruptcy protection and placed her home up for auction.

On August 14, 2002 at 1:45 am, a SWAT team deployed around her home after neighbours reported hearing shots fired inside her home. Trump later told the New Times Broward-Palm Beach that the incident was "overblown"; in fact, the stand-off continued until early the next morning, when she was led away for monitoring at a local psychiatric hospital.

A few months later, Trump moved out of the Westview Street house for a new property bought with her boyfriend in Fort Pierce, Florida. Both were later sold.

As of February 2003, when the New Times rehashed the Trump vs. the World story, Bianca still made most of her living through prostitution, trading primarily on her name and notoriety (she had once been "honoured," if you can call it that, as the "Most Outrageous Guest" in the history of the Jenny Jones Show.) She told the reporter she was giving herself a deadline of May 15, 2003 to get out of the skin trade.

"The last two – make that 12 – years have been a crazy roller-coaster ride for Iwanow," the New Times wrote with an appropriate swell of violins, "and now she says she looks forward to just being normal." She wanted to escape Florida and Bianca Trump as well.

She was now Wendy Iwanow, and from being the proprietor of "1 corporation, 1 website, 1 car, 1 house," as she once told a discerning audience on USENET, she took up the study of tattoo artistry. She was off her back, though her hourly rates had predictably declined by a magnitude of a hundred.

Her sideshow appearances on Jerry Springer’s carnival of the damned had been doubly prophetic. By May of 2003, as she predicted, Wendy had left the skin trade altogether – for the skinheads.


"Single and Jaded." That was the title of a personals ad Wendy Iwanow left on the message boards of, one of the main chat sites of the White Power movement on the Internet, in June 2003. "I am heading to Indiana Monday with the Hossier [recte – Hoosier] Skins to tattoo at SS.

Back to the country the girl goes. You can take the girl out of the country, but not the country out of the girl. If ya’ll don’t know about Indiana yet, or the Hoosier Skins, you should.

Wendy had split with her Florida boyfriend in Fort Pierce the previous November. Per the usual pattern, police were called, restraining orders filed, court dates blown off or forgotten about when a new crisis took precedence. Then, on a spur of the moment, Wendy took off for Chicago, moving into a South Loop loft with one of the city’s fair-skinned, anonymous racists.

An aspiring tattoo artist can hardly go wrong by hooking on with the White Power movement. Living by a motto of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Oi!, their bodies are cobalt blue canvases dedicated to Hitler, sad but resilient eagles and Mom. What they lack in potential customers they certainly make up for in ever-expanding cellulite.

Upon her arrival in the famed City of Broken Shoulders, Wendy hit the local tattoo parlours, but had trouble convincing the proprietors to give her a chance without going through what would have been her second apprenticeship. A trip to the Jade Dragon and other body art factories didn’t turn up anyone who remembered her, however. In a post on Stormfront, Wendy lambasted the "muds" and other non-whites that congregated there.

"I personally wouldn’t do a swastika on someone’s arm," one of the main artists at Jade Dragon tells us. "But they might find someone here that might. They’re not different than the gang members that come in. We can’t stop doing cobra artwork just because it’s used by the Gangster Disciples."

As we leave the parlour, the same artist chases us down the street. "Umm," he says, nearly out of breath, "don’t use my name for this, alright?"


One would have a hard time imagining why a self-respecting racist – and especially Wendy Iwanow – would pick a neighbourhood like the South Loop to live in. Formerly a warehouse district on the lower fringe of Chicago’s commercial downtown, the South Loop is in the process of heavy gentrification – just like 3916 Westview in West Palm Beach, Florida. Old buildings are being converted to lofts. The blacks and hispanics watching the make-over understandably wonder if they’re next.

Nobody’s home in Wendy’s old apartment, which is probably just as well. It’s 7 degrees outside, Eddie’s hacking off the flu, and Cali, despite years of martial arts, still can’t walk right, much less fight, in a new pair of shoes. We tried to look tough, but succeeded only in looking gay.

A neighbour hears Eddie suffering on a piece of lung and cracks the door open. Initially nervous, she eventually warms to us. The guy with the short hair just moved out not long ago, she said. Yes, she remembers the short girl with the black hair and glasses. She was always so rude. She listened to obnoxious music (the aforementioned Oi!) at all hours and was always inviting over dangerous looking young men. Her name was Wendy.

The trail died there. Another personals ad – a plea for "sisterly companionship" on Stormfront – couldn’t save another busted relationship. After less than two months in the city, Wendy was on the move again.


A week later, Wendy wrote what was a virtual recruiting pamphlet for her new pals in Indiana. "It would be nice if more people moved out here," she purred.

Women, children, families, men. My understanding of it is that if the men looking to be involved in the crew their [sic] are some requirements. No drama, no pussy whipped, no mouth runners, must be solid, they must get to know you first, must put the brothers ahead of everyone. Those are all I can help with. You would have to contact me to get you in touch with one of the guys if interested. I just wanted everyone to know that it is super cool here, a solid group of guys, and a great little white town. I hope to see more aware people relocating here in the future. If nothing else come to the party they are having on the 31st. BE THERE!

BIANCA TRUMP, TOP, AND HER ALTER EGO, WENDY IWANOWWendy also posted a picture of herself on Stormfront. The transformation of the luscious Bianca Trump into the mousy, heavily-inked Wendy is astonishing.

The Hoosier State Skins might have been "super cool," but soon they had enough of her, too. Wendy wandered through the fringe of the White Power movement in the last half of 2003, from Chicago to Indiana to Arizona to the Aryan Nations’ compound in Hadley, Idaho. Burning through the Midwest, she used a stolen gas station card and allegedly drew a check out for cash, both of which are believed to have been the origins of the forgery charges against her.

She was in Phoenix to help with the Aryan Nations’ annual ho-down. Then – again, on a whim – she left, this time pointing her car due north, back to where it all began. She’d visit Idaho and pay homage to Pastor Richard Butler, the Aryan Nations’ ancient, twisted anti-Christ in clerical garb. She hit the compound just in time to help out with his mayoral campaign. Then it was off to visit her family in Washington. She was on her way back to Arizona with the Good Father when the airline ran a routine background check on her, and an employee spotted the outstanding warrants. Pastor Butler was scandalized. He wasn’t just traveling with a wanted felon (typical enough, though Wendy didn’t have the glamour of having taken down a nigger for the cause), but one whose ink in the tabloids rivaled only the ink in her back. Like a good comrade, she’d take the fall.


The exposure of Wendy Iwanow’s past shocked everyone. Anti-racist watchdog groups found the whole thing hilarious, particularly the vexations of rage that seized Iwanow’s former colleagues.

"You know," one Germanic fellow named "Fritz" editorialized, "the animalistic and often egocentric negroids use the saying to refer to our white women who have sex with them[:] ‘Once you go black you’ll never go back.’ Well, despite her supposed Italian heritage, I firmly follow the tenet ‘Once you go black we won’t LET you come back!’"

Richard Butler’s bodyguard released a statement claiming that the pastor "has always helped all who asked, even if it was the last dime in his pocket. This has caused him problems in the past, because some people he tries to help will deceive him with lies and take advantage of his good will. [sic] Wendy is just one more such person to add to that list. She had only been staying in Idaho a few days, helping around the house and also helping to get everything ready for the Aryan Nations[‘] rally in Arizona."

But the reaction from racists and anti-racists was the same. Wendy was a piece of trash – not because of her extensive resumé on the TV talkshow circuit, but simply because of how she’d made her living. And none of her highly publicized (and, according to several former friends in the adult industry, highly fictional) escorting adventures or the other salacious details of her past life as Bianca Trump came to light.

Before leaving Phoenix for Idaho, Wendy had gone out for a night on the town with a trucker named Jeremy, who is an Aryan Nations’ leader in Arizona, and some schmuck who later posted his account of that night on His rambling tirade is an absolutely fascinating read: an insider’s account of what life as a piece of racist human garbage is really all about:

Me and jeremy kicked some mexican out [of a bar] because he was being rude to someone. And some girl started a verbal thing with jeremy and [Wendy and Jeremy] both ended up cursing her out, i was too drunk to say anything so she came up to me and started talking to me about god knows what. I dont have a clue what she or I said. Eventually we all left, started throwing shopping carts in the street and pissing on cars and whatnot… who the hell knows. I dont remember much except when jeremy and me picked up shopping carts and heaved em into the road then laughing hysterically. Jeremy is cool as hell.

That’s the grind-a-day routine of this former porn kitten. Once critiqued by porn enthusiasts as a "cum-dodger," the Artist Formerly Known as Bianca now embarked on a lifestyle as a "pee-dodger."

Bianca Trump, a low-brow publicity machine for herself when she was reviled on television talk shows from coast to coast, is still awaiting trial as this article went to publication. She’s been unable to communicate via her preferred medium of message boards, though after the tongue-lashing she’s received (and the scolding, too), it’s unlikely she would be welcomed back by her former mates.

The shopping cart prankster quoted above zipped up his pants and came to the conclusion that Wendy "absolutely uses men for whatever purpose they can be used for."

Human garbage in, human garbage out.




BEFORE she got fat, Britney Spears proudly pranced around wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the words, Page Six Six Six.

John Lehmann, the Australian 

Little did the pop tart understand that her supposed denouncement was greeted with devilish delight by Richard Johnson, the long-serving editor of the New York Post’s gossip column, Page Six.

Johnson, a tall, sandy-haired man with an easy smile, has been using his wit to lampoon Hollywood celebrities and New York’s moneyed set for 20 years. This is the man that dubbed philandering President Bill Clinton the "Horndog-in-chief"; delighted in discovering "heir-head" Paris Hilton long before the sex tapes; and provoked Hollywood big-time agent Ed Limato into throwing a double vodka on the rocks over him at a pre-Oscar party.

"We have a lot of space to fill, so having a nemesis that we can bash regularly just makes our job easier — and quite a bit more fun," Johnson said recently.

But now, the tables have turned on Johnson and his gang of Page Six scribblers, thanks to the behaviour of one of their colleagues, part-time reporter Jared Paul Stern.

As newspapers, television networks and internet sites across the US have reported en masse since last Friday, Stern, 35, was captured on a videotape allegedly demanding $US220,000 ($300,000) to ensure Californian supermarket billionaire Ron Burkle would not continue to be embarrassed by items on Page Six.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation is examining whether Stern’s behaviour amounted to extortion, opening up Page Six’s modus operandi to unprecedented scrutiny.

"The investigation has not yet reached a conclusion, but it will continue until it does," a federal law enforcement source told Media.

Even the normally sobered-toned paper of record, The New York Times, has been enthralled by the so-called Page Fix scandal, already publishing 10,000 words, including a front-page story. On the count of one newspaper editorialist, the Times only devoted 4000 words to the recent Israeli election.

As way of explanation, Times executive editor Bill Keller said the scandal was "a window into the wild, lucrative, logrolling world of gossip journalism, which, in New York at least, is as much about power and money as it is about celebrities".

Since its birth in 1977, under the hand of the late New Zealand-born journalist Neal Travis, Page Six’s willingness to use fear and favours to uncover the juiciest gossip has given it unrivalled power when it comes to creating and breaking celebrities and promoting or destroying entertainment-related ventures.

Page Six, as Arena magazine once observed, "can launch a bestseller, break a contract, fill a restaurant – even end a marriage".

Vanity Fair described it as "America’s most feared gossip column" and "the premier brand name for postmodern gossip".

Its recent scoops have included Donatella Versace’s rehab stint, Spears’s engagement to Kevin Federline and the pregnancy of Donald Trump’s wife Melania.

In the after-dark world in which Page Six reporters thrive, there are FOPS (Friends of Page Six) and enemies. FOPS, those appreciated by Page Six operatives for their style and/or information, are often rewarded with favourable items.

Those deemed to be enemies open themselves to attacks as cutting as machine-gun fire.

"We have this kind of attitude – and also, more importantly, reputation – where if you screw with us, we can make things bad for you," former reporter Ian Spiegelman once said. "The different people who write the page have different people they deal with and have to, like, protect, and also their different wars that they have to prosecute. It’s a lot like being a Mafia family."

Take this as an example of a Page Six assassination from last year: "This is the face of snarkiness incarnate," the item began, next to a photo of a glum-looking woman with lanky blonde hair.

"Unknown outside the dork-infested waters of the blogosphere, her name is Jessica Coen, and she’s the co-editor of, where she regurgitates newspaper and magazine stories and slathers them in supposedly witty sarcasm.

"She smiles and showers us [Page Six reporters] with sycophantic praise [in person], but her every mention of Page Six on her Web site is snide and snarky.

"Next time you see us at a party, keep walking – or slithering. You can’t be a bootlicker and a back stabber at the same time."

The Coens of the world and media rivals of The Post are now taking their shot at revenge, attempting to show that Page Six staffers have received personal favours for favourable coverage.

The Daily News – the rival tabloid newspaper which has been pressured in recent years by The Post’s rapid circulation gains under Australian editor Col Allan – has tried in recent days to paint a sordid picture of Johnson.

He has been accused of routinely accepting lavish gifts, including all-expenses-paid trips to the Academy Awards, and receiving a $50,000 bachelor party on Mexico’s Pacific coast from "Girls Gone Wild" video porn king Joe Francis.

It has been pointed out that Dave Zinczenko, the editor of Men’s Health, which hosted Johnson’s 50th-birthday bash at the Marquee nightclub in 2003, has been treated to favourable items.

Another Page Six reporter, Chris Wilson, has been accused of receiving free lap dances at Scores strip club, regularly celebrated as a "mammary mecca" in the column.

Unfortunately for Johnson, the scandal erupted only days before his wedding in Florida.

Instead of enjoying his honeymoon at Miami’s Delano hotel – last mentioned in Page Six on April 2 – the hard-charging gossip maven has been, according to, more engrossed in his laptop and mobile phone than his bride.


Man denies lewdness, claiming missing part

Joseph "Donald" Scordato offered a rare defense when Ridgewood police charged him with masturbating in public.

"That’s not possible," the 81-year-old man told police after his arrest in September. "I don’t have a penis."

Scordato, of Paterson, appeared for his arraignment Monday in state Superior Court in Hackensack on one count of lewdness.

Brought into the courtroom in a wheelchair, he fell asleep while he waited for his case to be called. He said he wasn’t able to hire a lawyer because he was in the hospital.

State Superior Court Judge William Meehan instructed him to get a lawyer before his next hearing on April 24.

"Can I represent myself?" Scordato asked.

"Then you will have a fool for a client," the judge replied.

Authorities say Scordato parked his car across the street from a movie theater on Cottage Place on Sept. 16, unzipped his pants and began masturbating in the middle of the afternoon.

A beautician working in a nearby salon saw him as she walked past the car and called police, Assistant Bergen County Prosecutor Dave Calviello said.

Scordato had pulled away when police arrived but was stopped shortly afterward, Calviello said.

When confronted by detectives, Scordato denied that he was masturbating in plain view, according to a Sept. 16 police report.

"I have dry skin, and I have to itch it a lot," he was quoted as saying in the report.

Scordato was indicted three weeks ago by a Bergen County grand jury on a charge of lewdness. Exposing intimate parts in a public place where children could be present is a fourth-degree crime — carrying as much as 18 months in state prison.

Matthew Winthrop, a caretaker who wheeled Scordato into court, said Scordato was innocent.

"He is a very good man," Winthrop said.

Asked how he felt about the charges, Scordato uttered an obscenity and said, "Let’s get out of here."

Records show Scordato was arrested in 1997 for a similar offense and convicted of fourth-degree lewdness. He was sentenced to three years’ probation and was ordered to attend sex-offender counseling.

Calviello declined to comment on how he will counter Scordato’s defense.

"There is no information that would lead us to think that he is missing any body parts that men his age typically have," Calviello said.


DEA Agent Who Shot Self In Foot Sues U.S.

Seeks damages for distribution of humiliating gun accident video

APRIL 11–A Drug Enforcement Administration agent who stars in a popular online video that shows him shooting himself in the foot during a weapons demonstration for Florida children is suing over the tape’s release, claiming that his career has been crippled and he’s become a laughingstock due to the embarrassing clip’s distribution. Lee Paige, 45, blames the video’s release on DEA officials in an April 7 federal lawsuit filed against the U.S. government. A copy of the pro se complaint by Paige, a DEA agent since 1990, can be found below. According to the lawsuit, Paige was making a "drug education presentation" in April 2004 to a Florida youth group when his firearm (a Glock .40) accidentally discharged. The shooting occurred moments after Paige told the children that he was the only person in the room professional enough to carry the weapon. The accident was filmed by an audience member, and the tape, Paige claims, was turned over to the DEA. The drug agency subsequently "improperly, illegally, willfully and/or intentionally" allowed the tape to be disseminated. As a result, Paige–pictured above in a still from the video–has been the "target of jokes, derision, ridicule, and disparaging comments" directed at him in restaurants, grocery stores, and airports. Paige, who writes that he was "once regarded as one of the best undercover agents, if not the best, in the DEA," points to the clip’s recent airing on popular television shows and via the Internet as the reason he can no longer work undercover. He also notes that he is no longer "permitted or able to give educational motivational speeches and presentations."



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