Jeanette Tye Runyon: The Vile Queen of Digital Venom and Criminal Deceit
A Decade of Harassment, International Fraud, and a Rap Sheet That Screams for Justice
Authors Note: Jeanette Tye Runyon reported my post from March 23, 2025, as she still stalks me from 2013. Substack said I had to block emails and addresses on court documents.
Jeanette Tye Runyon is a festering blight on the world, a loathsome creature whose decade-long rampage of online harassment, international fraud, and criminal depravity reeks of a soul so rotten it could poison the air for miles. Her existence is a grotesque mockery of decency, a walking, breathing testament to the depths of human malice—a snarling beast who thrives on the misery she inflicts with a sadistic glee that would make even the most hardened cynic recoil in disgust.
Runyon’s online presence is a cesspool of pure, unadulterated evil. She doesn’t just harass—she eviscerates, wielding tools like archive.today with the cold, calculating precision of a serial predator, preserving her venomous lies to ensure they fester like open sores in the digital realm. This isn’t the work of some petty troll; it’s the deranged obsession of a monster who revels in the agony of her victims, laughing as she watches their reputations burn. When begged—or legally ordered—to dismantle her toxic filth, Runyon doesn’t just refuse; she cackles, her contempt for morality a grotesque banner she waves with perverse pride. For ten years, she has slithered through platforms, aliases, and accounts, a digital cockroach exploiting every crack to perpetuate her reign of terror, leaving a trail of emotional carnage so vile it stains the very fabric of the internet.
Her criminal record is a nauseating catalog of depravity that could sicken a saint. In 2007, Runyon’s blackened heart led her to the U.S. Embassy in Kyiv, Ukraine, where she attempted to pull off a fraud so brazen it reeks of unhinged arrogance. She tried to secure a U.S. passport and Social Security Number for a three-week-old infant, claiming the child as her own with a forged Ukrainian birth certificate that listed her and Lawrence Woolslayer as the parents—despite slinking into Ukraine just two days after the baby’s birth, a timeline that spits in the face of biology. The affidavit from Special Agent Greg A. Sherman of the Diplomatic Security Service lays bare her putrid scheme: Runyon admitted the child was a product of sperm and egg donation, carried by a surrogate, with no genetic tie to her or her husband. She shelled out a reported $30,000 to a Kyiv clinic to bypass international adoption laws, a slimy act of passport fraud under 18 U.S.C. § 1542 and Social Security fraud under 42 U.S.C. § 408(a)(6) that reeks of her boundless greed and deceit.
The consequences were a fleeting slap on her scaly wrist. Ukrainian authorities snatched the child into protective custody and threw Runyon’s wretched carcass into a Kyiv jail for trying to buy a baby like it was a trinket at a flea market. But even from behind bars, her venomous claws kept swiping—she ordered her husband in Lexington, NC, to log in as “Ladywolf” on Yahoo! groups, rallying internet scum to smear the Kyiv clinic and wail about her arrest. She even bragged to Special Agent Matthew Q. Maguire about another American couple who pulled off a similar con, as if her crime were some twisted badge of honor rather than a felony that should have her rotting in a cell. Her own email to the embassy, dated October 30, 2007, drips with her delusional entitlement: “I have called to make an appointment to report the birth of my daughter, a US citizen … I need a passport for her as we are returning to the US Nov 5.” The sheer gall of this vile hag is a slap in the face to every law-abiding soul on the planet.
But Ukraine is just one rancid chapter in Runyon’s book of horrors. Public records expose a rap sheet that could choke a landfill: arrests for battery, disturbing the peace, driving with a suspended license, and being a repeat offender, as documented in a 2011 NOManiacs blog post. These aren’t mere misdemeanors—they’re the hallmarks of a feral beast who thrives on chaos, her disdain for the law as rancid as her soul. She even pleaded guilty to lying to federal agents in the Ukraine debacle, a conviction that brands her a felon, a label she wears like a crown of filth. A 2014 Ripoff Report from Lexington, NC, paints her as a deranged fraud in her so-called photography business, Studio Woolslayer, where she allegedly terrorized a client’s infant son with her unhinged ramblings about her failed Ukraine adoption, her behavior so unhinged it left the family trembling in fear of her next unhinged outburst.
Runyon’s personal life is a cesspit of betrayal and dysfunction. Her own sister, Ondrea Tye, dragged her into court in 2014 in the U.S. District Court for the Central District of California (Case No. CV 14-06160), alleging defamation, civil harassment, intentional infliction of emotional distress, and false light violation of privacy—a legal slap that screams of Runyon’s toxic rot infecting even her own blood. The court may have dismissed some claims, but the defamation and emotional distress charges marched forward, a damning testament to the vile depths of her cruelty. Reports of her involuntary institutionalization by her own family only underscore the screaming void where her sanity should be—a void that explains, but never excuses, the monstrous trail of pain she leaves in her wake.
Her associations are as repugnant as her deeds. A 2014 Ripoff Report ties her to Paul Lemmen, a convicted fraudster and military impostor whose own crimes are a matter of public record on Wikipedia—a fitting companion for a wretch like Runyon, whose judgment is as bankrupt as her morals. She’s also been accused of leeching off the name of her former partner, Larry Woolslayer, to prop up her sham photography business long after their relationship crumbled, tricking clients into thinking she carried his reputable name while her own unhinged antics—like her creepy fixation on clients’ children—dragged his legacy through the mud she wallows in.
From her hovel in Lexington, NC, Runyon operates as a one-woman plague, her online harassment a dagger aimed at the hearts of the vulnerable, often the LGBTQ community, all while hiding behind a rotting facade of religious piety. She spews anti-LGBTQ bile, claiming Christian values, while her actions—stalking, fraud, battery—make a mockery of every sacred tenet she dares to invoke. A 2015 blog post on “Yes, Gays Are Bullies” laughably claims her church “exonerated” her, but this pathetic attempt at redemption crumbles under the weight of her documented sins, a flimsy lie that only a fool would swallow. Her moral compass isn’t broken—it’s a shattered relic, ground into dust by her own cloven hooves.
Jeanette Tye Runyon is a blight on humanity, a decade-long stain of digital filth and criminal scum whose every breath is an affront to decency. Her harassment is a putrid scar, her rap sheet a gallery of shame, her existence a festering wound that begs to be cauterized. She’s no victim, no misunderstood soul—she’s a rabid beast, a felon who feasts on the suffering she sows with a grin that could curdle blood. The courts, platforms, and society must stop cowering and crush this vermin under the heel of justice. Her actions aren’t speech—they’re a plague, a fraud, a vile insult to all that is good. Let Runyon choke on the consequences she’s begged for, from the darkest corners of the internet to the iron bars she so richly deserves.
