Cristian Radu Made Me An Offer I Could Only Refuse. Now He's Punishing EveryOne Else

By Christon

I did what every victim does: Make light of the situation. This was my biggest mistake. Trying not to make it awkward for him as I helped the greasy overweight outta shape lil disappointed sword swallower off her worn, weakened knees. Maybe if I'd made a bigger deal of being offended or reported it, things would have worked out different.

I wondered instead what I'd done wrong, to have so obviously mislead him. Now almost a year later I'm being not just stalked but relentlessly harassed by an entitled white homosexual inappropriately using his power to bully me, acting out irrationally and hurting other completely innocent people only because he's unable to deal with rejection. And his miserably lonely childless fat fag hag is enabling his selfish abuse of not just me but everyone living here.

The music in the lobby and on the 9th is almost deafening 24/7. Only a gay white WEHO reject would presume to think running a home like a loud seedy gay bath house or disco was a good idea only because he knew what was best, for everyone else. Only a white man would force his choice even when his choice is the only choice that prevents everyone else from enjoying fully any other option at all, but his.

LA Homeless right down the street on Skid Row have more legal access to the sounds of nature, than residents of The Metropolis DTLA. You can't hear the birds chirping or the breezes bumping into and tussling the loose leaves in their hurried way to where ever it is wind goes on their way to wherever, cleanly hear music through your personal headphones, work on your laptop, have a civil conversation or even a single thought not interrupted.

Metropolis DTLA is currently being run by a miserable pair of cat ladies: Christine Borland & Cristian Radu, the mutt & jeff face of ugly fascist authoritarianist oppression and abuse. They've decided since cristian must spend all his free time in gay bath houses and sex clubs, we all should too. Mostly though, Cristian Radu is a petty little bitch who has an attitude now. I had to help the hungry lil hippo up, after saying no to the idea of possibly contracting a fatal venereal disease.

I've not wanted to say anything because I'm an old man who knows better than most, discretion is the better part of valor. And quite frankly, it's embarrassing. But at this point it's beyond intolerable. My silence seems to have only emboldened him.

Everyone has started to notice how obnoxious the noise levels have gotten. That the music just never goes off at all. Who plays music in other people's homes they don't even live in, just because they're miserable and have the power to do so, inappropriately? He's out of control and is abusing us all indiscriminately, undeservedly because he's a petulant emotionally immature child. Little ms entitlement can't seem to process in yo face rejection, like a big boy.

This is always what entitled small minded angry white men do with their power.

And Metropolis Corporate seems completely aware and totally on-board with his behavior. They actually paid to have their lawyers remove every one of my legitimate reviews on yelp and google. (I'm in the process of obtaining the list of their names which I will publish here in full) Their manager is a sexual predator and they're covering it up because he's only victimizing colored men.

The Metropolis MAGA board seems only to be cheering him on and encouraging his deviant behavior. It's disgusting. This is always what white people do with their power. Abuse the people of color who dare to do anything but bow their head and make them feel better.

The first thing he did after I moved into the building was lure me to what he said was a 'resident only' event. But insisted immediately I meet his then current squeeze, his black gay live in boyfriend, (A gentleman strikingly similar in appearance is currently employed 'working' the front desk at The Metropolis DTLA) as soon as I walked through the door. He wanted to assure me he 'jus loved' him sum black meat...then laughingly corrected himself, 'I mean men'.

I thought the comment in extreme poor taste. I thought it not clever, funny or professional in the least.

Since neither he nor his beau actually live in the building I felt it quite UnProfessional in fact. But Christine Borland, the then manager didn't seem bothered. She was already messy drunk when I got there slurring her words and repeatedly touching me telling me how 'beautiful' I was as she spilled the cheap box wine on her tasteless tacky tan worn and tattered UG boots.

Almost immediately, she starting disparaging the black attorney (David) in the room. She told me to 'stay away from him', he'd apparently frivolously sued for noise. She told me I should 'avoid him at all cost', that he was a trouble maker. She also very indiscriminately shared with me his autism. Except she did not use that word. She said he was 'Retarded'. (She was running against him for president of the board. A position I believe she now occupies)

If she was ok with a subordinate bringing his gay lover to resident only events to liquor up innocent unsuspecting str8 guys & harvest for strange, who am I to object.

I was in the military. So I'm a big rules guy. This felt seedy. But it's Cali. I blew it off, mostly cause, I'm hot and rich. Gay guys hit on me all the time. No big whup. But he (because he's a predator) took it as a sign of encouragement and became more inappropriately aggressive. It very quickly only just got progressively worse.

Since I'm completely confident in who I am I freely extend grace, allow absolute space for others to be themselves. Sometimes however, people misconstrue, or read into and interpret what they want to see. They incorrectly infer, what has not in any way at all been implied. Sometimes some people mistake my very kind nature for weakness.

I don't know if he was yet manager himself, but Cristian Radu, the unfortunate looking oily post-menopausal pot-bellied bald headed manager of my building wormed his way into my condo sometime after newly moving in and offered to suck me off.

All I could think was how much nicer it would have been, how very much more I'd have preferred him just getting me a nice fern instead. I remember thinking at the time: How'd that fat bitch get all the way down on her knees so fast? & You really can't make this shit up.

I'd gotten a call from David (handsome latin gent who works the front desk) downstairs. I'd been complaining about the noise on the 9th. He used it as an excuse to 'check my windows for cracks'. When I turned around from showing him there were none I thought, believe it or not he was asking me to marry him. Then I noticed both his knees were bent. And he didn't have no ring to put on it...

I thought it presumptuous for him to already be on his knees, and a little funny. Not ever one for casual sex, especially with a very clearly promiscuous hole...wait...that's not right, nasty hoe, no... hose, dammit... whole, that's not it either. U get the gist. I politely declined. Now since he knows I'm a life long yogi he makes sure there's music playing 24/7.

She's the answer to the question: What are gay men putting their penises in, to get MonkeyPox?

It's not just the physically unattractive really awkward looking Pillsbury dough boy body, his weirdly shaped bald head or the chronically foul bad breath (halitosis, dead tooth, not flossing or brushing after he eats a stranger's ass...who knows where this ho's mouth has been?) He Is Also BreathTakenly InCompetent.

And even though I (the black guy) politely very graciously helped lil ms nasty linda lovelace up as she begged breathlessly to be called (cause my moma raised me right) off her dirt stained knees and politely never mentioned...what came to be really embarrassing begging and pleading, to anyone, she has apparently decided anyway to act like a woman spurned, a veritable modern day hangry little unfucked CUNT.

Must really be fucking her up: Rejected outright by a black guy who's clearly her better. She was already an angry white guy, who has to work a dead end job in a building she can't ever afford to live, universally unpopular and completely unliked by the entire staff and most of the residents.

If she weren't white, she'd have been fired months ago. If she had any dignity, self-respect left at all, mildly relevant knowledge that might be considered current or even an entry level marketable skill to list on her already 'creatively' padded resume, she'd have quit in disgrace years ago.

But she's got no where else To Go. And she's useless as tits on a boar stupid. Nothing works here. The jacuzzi has been out all year. Just last week a sign saying it 'may' (as opposed to will) be another 3 months appeared (much like her knees suspiciously already pre-stained and dirty). A cowards way really to say in 6 months when it's still not working she won't be accountable.

I received this e just today from the jerk. A blatant lie. He's already slandered me in writing where he says I actually went into the lobby in the middle of the night screaming I was a terrorist and going to start a war. I'm not entirely sure what seems to be his struggle. Or quite frankly the stability of his mental state.

And who in their right mind believes an elderly 59-year-old black man left his upper floor condo to go all the way down to the lobby just to complain about the type of music they were playing in the lobby? Their lawyer actually sent me not just a belittling poorly written letter (to include multiple typos) but an "Intent To Comply" form they demanded I sign.

I told them in no uncertain terms To Go Fuck Themselves. Right after I suggested one might assume only whatever online law school the young lady (her name was Timothy) obviously attended she clearly finished no where near the top of her class. (they had the yelp review removed the little pussies. So yea, after the whole Kimmel thang...Remove This ツ)

What had really happened...Hoping I was innocently, only to enjoy a midnight cup of joe, beneath the stars of a very pale full moon, by the shimmering light of the pool. It was just shy of 11p. But the music was so loud (on the 9th floor poolside) I could not hear myself think.

The all white board weren't even going to get a statement from me at all. They just took what he said as gospel and launched a legal mistake, In Writing.

A completely hollow wholly impotent threat they will most assuredly regret making.

One Can Assume Only Whichever Online Law School This Young Lady 'attended' She Certainly Finished No Where Near The Top Of Her Class ツ

They actually thought I'd just sign off on their stupid and set myself up for future fines. Then White People Wonder Why There Are Racist Black People. What happened to me happens all the time.

Some white people think any colored man with a voice, unless he's the entertainment, is a threat.

I am GenX. I don't start fights, but I don't shy away from them either. And what they will soon discover is I am almost preternaturally clever and most surprisingly scrappy. Add to this, I can be unconscionably mean.

You would not believe the kinds of things white people have done to me.

Famous stunt actor Eric Matuschek owns the tacky outdated hippy style security free shit-hole @ 4321 Colfax in Studio City. I made the mistake of renting from that jerk. He installed cameras aimed right at the front door of my apartment (#20) and called my dead mother a whore to try and provoke me on film. He is such a hateful fucking racist he once called the police and told them he heard white women's screams coming from my apartment, because I was walking around too loud.

I don't know why white people find the very existence of healthy happy successful well educated black people so offensive. I suspect it's your only distraction left from the fact you're not living up to your own potential you know you're capable of (u c I can be nice...I am Awakened. I can teach u 2 achieve ataraxia. Or u can just leave me the fuck alone, I'm more than happy to respond in kind)

Because if I'm honest, I don't really care. In a world filled with hateful hypocrites, despite being able to tell you things that would literally knocked your hair right the fuck out of your head, I'm still a nice guy. But don't let the smooth taste fool ya...

I skipped the 1st & 3rd grade. Graduating before I was even 15 I went N2 the Air Force where I was a computer programmer before that was even a science. I was still first string running back on the football team in high school (with a 3.8 GPA) wrestling and track star I broke the high jump record (4 the district) in jr high (I was 5'7" but leapt 5 feet 9 inches) and was also captain of the debate team.

One of the first to be bussed the white people were then and continue to be stunned with my physical presence. When they asked if they could touch my hair I said SURE! Can I touch yours? I don't think white people were ever trying to be micro-anything.

My people were never slaves however. So I don't come from either that diminished perspective, or what feels like an almost predisposition to submission. Which is why I always find it funny when white people are offended by my confidence. Or accuse me of thinking I'm better than them. I always think immediately, I AM: If only cause I'm not wasting my time like some needy insecure bitch envying other men just doing their thang. It's like their feeble little brains can't assimilate the information properly so they just get violent.

I'd still be in S Central if I saw myself in the context of others. It is only this extreme cognitive dissonance fueling white stupid now. They tell u the best of us is not as good as the least of u. And nothing could be further from the truth in general. I am something completely different, Entirely.

This dejected ugly bottom feeding little dirty butt muncher has been harassing me for more than a year. I've been nice. But I'm completely bored with her petty ignorance. I'm better than you Cristian Radu: Incrementally. It's not just my outstanding accomplishments, I was born better.

The sad part is even if that's not at all true. I get to have self-confidence. We're all insecure. Only white people expect others, the black and the brown mostly, to compensate and make them feel better. What I think of me shouldn't matter at all, 2 U.

Did U Know: In Oklahoma there were barrels in the street for black or brown people to put there heads in if they thought they were going to smile or laugh so the whites didn't mistakenly think they were laughing or making fun of them

Tormenting everyone else in the building with loud music 24/7 because u can't deal with this simple fact only speaks to your level of emotional immaturity. U would expect such petulant behavior from a small child. The clearly feeble minded board allowing it should be ashamed.

For two weeks there was no music. I deleted my negative review on yelp and google. I thought we were past the petulant selfish immaturity and childish inconsideration. Only everyone but u was happy so we're right back where u clearly spend every waking moment not here: In A Gay BathHouse Where the music never stops.

Cristian Radu runs The Metropolis like a gay bath house. The music literally never stops. This is not luxury living by any measure. It's just life locked up in a noisy mirrored concrete box...in the midst of one of the hottest summers on record The Metropolis is probably the only 'luxury' condo complex with a completely Non-Functioning Jacuzzi.

Beautiful surroundings mean nothing, if the only place you find peace or even comfort, is SomeWhere Else.

And u idiots on our board of simpletons can no longer plead ignorance or even wonder why no one wants to live or even only invest here, The Metropolis has almost complete retail vacancy and the property values just keep plummeting.

You're tormenting every person living here because you're a petulant angry lil unfucked cunt. You're not even bothering me anymore at all. I see you now. You and your childish shenanigans are just this, and like you I'm afraid, entirely beneath me. Just another delusionally entitled white bitch who didn't get her way so she's acting out inappropriately.

The Metropolis could be a metaphor for Trump's America: A really great idea to a few white fascist elites that's turned out to be nothing less than a poorly executed grift built on caviar dreams revealed only to be nothing more than smoke & mirrors.

Not exactly jug ripple and relentlessly searching for crack in the dirty shag carpet but far from the promised champaign high life swimming in Creme De La Mer Cream luxury. All toppled by a tacky old pot-bellied poorly aged hate-filled homosexual who's taste when she's not gulping down copious amounts of big black dick, is apparently exclusively in her mouth.

What now feels very much like snake oil salesmen, made the buyers a lot of what have turned out to be overly hyped pipe dreams of a bright future. Now those same buyers are finding themselves instead bitterly disappointed with all the lies and broken unkept promises. Stuck with noisy condos isolated downtown, no one else is foolish enough to buy.

Add to this all, the board is using a law firm not to be conciliatory with owners. But rather to bully and intimidate them into silence with threat of legal restraint and forced obedient compliance.

The longer he goes unfired, the more obvious and apparent to my attorneys & me the racist all white board is complicit in his continued harassment They Are going 2 FAAFO

The Metropolis DTLA is what one might call deceptively almost cruelly beautiful. Ginsler did an outstanding job in design. And the investors, contractors and actual builders themselves all accomplished an almost heroic feat in actually bringing their brilliance N2 fruition. All to be undone by only one sad lonely homosexual.

It could be such a sanctuary. Instead they turn it daily N2 just another mirrored concrete box where nothing works 24/7 gay disco/bath house hell ho...wait...that's not right...

The Metropolis DTLA Is Always Watching~ Cristian Radu Wants Me To Know He's Stalking Me. News Flash I've always known you're watching. You're A Sick Man. I Wonder What He's Doing When He's Watching And Stalking U~Every Time UGet N2 The Elevator