This is what I was reading.The blogs came from Lee's Myspace page if they are his..

The blogs were

originaly posted on Scared Monkey's site..

Please note I do not know if any of this is the truth but who does?!?!...LOL

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Mark is Caylee's Father (Mark said he did not have sex with KC especially not in 2004 when he was
with his wife Tara.)

Mark was married to Tara- fact - Oct 2005

Tara had an affair with Lee- fact-broke up Dec 2006

Tara had an abortion- fact per Lee / Mark says it is false

KC had an affair with Mark- false- per Mark / fact per KC

Mark H. contacted me and stated the speeding tickets I orginally posted are incorrect in fact they are
moving violation not speeds.....and that the police never came and took his DNA and Mark states he
never had relations with KC. KC started writing him while he was in Iraq 2007.

Mark Hawkins- aka- Charlie Brown

June 10, 2004- careless driving

Oct 21, 2004 - failure to pay toll

Nov 13, 2004 - failure to obey traffic control device

Bottom line- his court records proves he was in Florida during Caylee's conception. Mark
attended boot camp March 21, 2005

KC when she said she talked to Caylee babby daddy wife -widower-she was refering to Tara. KC when
saying Caylee babby daddy had a wife and another child the child was Tara being Pregos with Lee
baby. CA covered this all yup...

A valuable reader sent me this: It appears that Mark Hawkins ex-is the Tara mentioned in one of he jail
visits between CA and KC-when she asked do you trust Tara and KC said NO! She's a psycho-well,
some of Lee's old blogs surfaced and I will end you the link. Apparently Tara was preggers by Lee and
went back to Mark and told Mark the baby was his-then got an abortion, never told Lee, and then
divorced Mark and is now in Michigan with yet another man. Weird. Anyways,
LEE ANTHONY EMAILS FROM 2006 AND 2007

Sunday, December 10, 2006

F**k You
Current mood: irate
Category: Romance and Relationships

Was I supposed to let it go? I hear a bunch of moans and groans out there amongst the people that care
about me. Is he seriously gonna go there...again?!? You know, at this point, I may have a right to. It
doesn't even come down to being the bigger person or letting the shit go. It's obvious that your life has
been so twisted and torn from the beginning that you've been ed up beyond repair. Imagine it, you sane
people in blog land, because this shit is just bouncing right off of her naive sense of self worth, imagine
going through life clinging, every second, to anything, and god knows, f**king anything that will eve
f**kn remotely acknowledge you. Imagine, feeling so worthless and helpless that when someone
shows you an ounce of interest, you jump on it because you cannot fathom what true self respect or self
worth is. Imagine, having a husband...seperating from him...finding a boyfriend that cares for you
endlessly...leave the boyfriend to go back to the husband as you come to find out you're carrying the
boyfriend's child...lie to the husband that the child is his and proceed to get a divorce and cut all
ties...neglect the relationship with the boyfriend because you "didn't know what to say to" him, and
further sabotage it because you will only speak to him "now or never." Neglect the relationship to the
point of having an abortion without the boyfriend knowing any of this was even going on...then, travel
to michigan to find the next husband to be...because, remember, anyone that will love you, must be
worth it. Just throw it all away, for a different situation, not even a better one...enless better means less
complex. Hahahaha. Are you serious? The perfect husband and son? The perfect family? Here's some
news for you 'princess', the perfect family suggests the sums of all the parts to indeed be perfect as
well. And though, I've only seen the pictures you've most whorishly protrayed (yeah, a little over the
top on my comments, but f**k you), he could be a great guy after you get past the snaggle tooth and
dorky appearance. Here it comes, the big come back, 'Oh, dorky? At least he doesn't love Star Wars.'
Well you know what bitch? At least I don't live in Michigan, last I checked they were runner up to the
best school in the nation...OSU. Again, cheap shot...nothing to do with anything. Here's the point. Ever
since I met you all you could do is wonder and talk about what other people thought of you. It was
amusing at first, something I remember going through in...oh...well...f**king high
school?!?...yeah...well...as much sense as it makes now...I didn't put two and two together at that
juncture...I suppose I was still enjoying the f**king sessions during Sunday football when my friends
were in the living room...or the blow jobs on the couch... Anyways...again off topic? You'll have to
excuse me, I'm not as centered or focused as you seem to be these days. I mean, my current situation
with work, and my apt, and even past girls (eh hem) are well documented...but seeing as how you can
go through a divorce, boyfriend, abortion, and engagement all in the matter of a month and a half and
still say everything in the world is fabulous...hey, I suppose deep down I envy you. Hahahahaha, wait,
holy shit...that didn't go over well did it? No one believed that one did they? OK, let's try this on for
size. Not only do I not envy you, I dispise you. Everything you've said or done over the past few weeks
have been nothing short than to lie and manipulate yourself into the life that you've been seeking. A
life, apparently showen through your actions, of denial and 'stability' which you would describe as a
husband and a place to call home. Hahaha. You're a moron and undeserving of anything righteous or
respectable in this world. I hold your memory as bitter as I hold an encounter with a bum on the street.
You say you're happy, you say it's the perfect life, the perfect family...well help the rest of the sane
world and stay there. My prayer...my prayer was once to realize what was truly taken away from me.
Now, it's to never be burdened with any form of compassion for your undeserving soul, ever again. You
want closure? How's this for closure. F**k you Tara. I hope you freeze to death in michigan. Too
harsh? Yeah, well, bitch deserves it.