To watch the video of Luke Wenke rambling at an Olean City Council meeting on August 22, 2023, scroll to the very bottom of the page. I’ve set the video to start at the correct time.
As Luke Wenke’s prison release date drew near in late March of 2023, I mentally prepared for an incessant campaign to destroy my life. Around 10 months earlier, I had sent Wenke a “cease and desist” letter ending our friendship and telling him to never contact me again, and I knew he wasn’t taking it well.
A few months prior to Wenke’s release, I saw a video featuring a letter from Luke Wenke to the host of the Olean-based YouTube channel Life22. In it, Wenke accused me of being a drug-addled prostitute and a “gold digger” who had financially ravaged an ex-boyfriend a decade earlier (who, in reality, I had lost a lawsuit against after rejecting a settlement offer – but hey, Wenke thinks he knows everything!).
I took the letter to Life22 as a sign to be ready for all hell to break loose in my life upon Wenke’s release, but no amount of preparing put me at ease. Knowing Wenke never stops once he starts, it felt pointless to even try preserving my peace. Wenke had just spent an entire year languishing behind bars, with plenty of seasoned convicts to learn from and time for anger and resentment to build. And it was clear, based on his letter to Life22, that he had not changed during his time in prison.
The Calm Before the Storm
Aside from some posts in the Olean War Zone Facebook group that no one acknowledged or commented on, Wenke actually didn’t target me the second he left prison. But he was clearly unwell, as evidenced by his immediate return to the same toxic social media behaviours that had factored into his cyberstalking conviction. I was therefore relieved, but I knew he’d probably shift the focus of his rabid anger to me at some point.
Wenke seemed consumed by his obsession with his OG stalking victim (the lawyer), despite being banned from contacting the victim (including indirectly via social media posts or third-party). My unexpected peace and quiet ended shortly after Wenke’s arrest for violating probation by engaging in this conduct.
The events described in this post marked the mere beginning of the absolute worst, which was yet to come.
My Turn at the Top of Wenke’s Shit List
Shortly before 9 PM on the day after my birthday in 2023, I missed three calls in a row from a blocked number. I almost never receive junk calls, and I never receive them past business hours. I also never talk on the phone, and everyone in my life knows not to call private due to my fear of Wenke. In other words, it wasn’t a friend calling to say “hi.”
I tried to avoid jumping to conclusions, but I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I suspected that Wenke had noticed it was my belated birthday. Or perhaps he was targeting me to fill a void in his stalking agenda while he temporarily scaled back on his campaign against Victim-1 due to his recent charge for contacting that person. Either way, I knew it was too good to be true when he left me alone for his first six weeks out of prison.
“You are not helping America’s economy.”
Two days after missing three back-to-back blocked calls, I received the above text message. I instantly knew it was Luke Wenke because no one else is this freakishly obsessed with my personal life and past. By text messaging me, Wenke was violating the boundary imposed by my “cease and desist” letter – which, according to law enforcement, did not demarcate a legal boundary and therefore did not justify an arrest. I blocked the number.
This wasn’t Wenke’s first time contacting me from a phone number I didn’t recognise with messages about things from my past that he (and no one else) is bizarrely fixated on. During a non-speaking period in April 2021, he had sent me the following:
After waiting a few hours for a response and not receiving one, I blocked the number. During that same time period, Wenke used the same phone number to message multiple individuals while pretending to be Carl Paladino.
Five days later, I received a call from the phone number (605) 530-3424 at 1:09 PM (see screenshot below). The person on the other end did not speak, but I could hear them breathing into the phone for several seconds before the call ended. Just in case it was Wenke, I sent the following messages:
It’s not in my custom to snottily threaten police action, but my primary objective was to make it clear that unwanted contact will not be tolerated. Sadly, even if the police had gotten involved, I don’t think it would stop Wenke from continuing to disrespect clearly drawn boundaries.
A Much-Welcomed Break
Later that day, Wenke was taken to the Chautauqua County Jail for violating probation. He remained locked up from late June until August 10th, during which time I received no suspicious text messages, phone calls, or correspondence of any kind. Unfortunately, the obvious correlation between these breaks from unwanted contact and Wenke being in jail did not bolster my argument to law enforcement for a misdemeanour harassment case.
The August Freak-Out
In August 2023, I received the following text message from Wenke’s mother containing my family’s address. I perceived it as a covertly threatening reminder that she and Wenke know where I live. I’m not sure why they acted like this is privileged information, since addresses are public. And I didn’t know why Wenke’s mother was texting me out of the blue, but when I looked at Wenke’s social media, I saw that he was having a colossal meltdown over his latest batch of false allegations against me.
No self-respecting grown man would ever be okay with his mommy fighting his battles. If I asked my mother to harass someone for me, she’d tell me to grow up and get a life. To fill my time with productive and non-harmful activities. It strikes me as extremely unhealthy for a mother and their grown child to have the kind of relationship that is required for these text messages to even take place.
I wonder if Wenke’s fellow inmates know that his mommy takes up for him (even though there was nothing to take up against in this case, and they were the instigators).
Later That Day…
A few hours after receiving the text message from Wenke’s mother containing my address, I received a call from Officer Pavlock with the Olean Police Department. He asked me to explain my situation with Wenke. I told him I hadn’t spoken to Wenke in well over a year and desperately wanted to be left alone, but that Wenke continued to contact me against my wishes.
Officer Pavlock told me to maintain no contact with Wenke. Between my conversation with Officer Pavlock and the sea of crap posted on Wenke’s social media pages, it seemed like Wenke had tried getting me arrested on a bogus harassment charge. As if he expected the cops to simply take him at his word, lock me in a cage, and throw away the key. More than 18 months later, he’s still trying to get me in legal trouble.
I emailed the Olean Police Chief with a complete run-down of my repeated efforts to be left alone by Luke Wenke, along with screenshots, photos, and records to corroborate my version of events. Additionally, I delved into detail about the impacts of Wenke’s obsession on my mental health and volunteered to hand over any records that normally require a subpoena or search warrant.
Officer Pavlock called me after seeing the email and asked if I was pursuing an order of protection. I told him I can’t get one in my state unless the authorities pursue a criminal case on my behalf, and that I can’t get a protective order through family court because Wenke and I were never intimate.
My interactions with the Olean Police ended after that conversation, but I appreciated the cops for listening to my side of the story. I haven’t spoken with anyone from OPD since, but of course, Wenke went on a rampage claiming that I was having an affair with the officer who had reached out to me. Wenke also accused us of conspiring against him.
Wenke Blew a Gasket Because the Police Didn’t Arrest Me Based On His False Allegations.
As you’ll see, he continued demanding my arrest, flipped out at the police for not catering to this demand, and repeatedly threatened to dox me. (Who should get arrested?)
Fed up with Wenke’s increasingly psychotic and explosive behaviour, I called his probation officer and asked him to tell Wenke to leave me alone forever. The P.O. petitioned the court to add a clause to Wenke’s probation banning him from contacting me in any form, including through third party and other indirect means.
The judge granted the request, which I’m very thankful for, but the contact ban has been loosely enforced at best. Wenke has only been charged with violating it once despite violating it multiple times, and the charge was dropped thanks to the plea-out system, which allowed him to cop to just one out of five alleged violations (in that batch alone). When things like this happen, it’s no wonder Wenke hasn’t learned that he’s not above the rules. Why wouldn’t he think he’s above the rules when he keeps getting away with his abhorrent actions?
Additionally, Wenke has not gotten in trouble for violating the contact ban while in jail. His probation officer told me that the ban “technically” isn’t in effect when Wenke is in jail, while the prosecutor told me that to his knowledge, Wenke’s continued unwanted contact does violate the ban. I don’t know what to believe, and nobody has any apparent plans to act anyway. Like I’ve said many times before, stalkers get away with a lot.
Wenke Bitches About Me at a City Council Meeting
A few days later, Wenke attended an Olean City Council meeting that was being livestreamed on Facebook and YouTube. For several minutes, he rambled half-coherently about how there were Minneapolis police vehicles in the area (presumably spying on him). He also administered a diatribe about how I’m a terrible person who stabbed him in the back, and I’m pretty sure he accused me of breaking into his traphouse (something he’s accused me of many, many times since).
I don’t think even a squatter would want to go into that biohazardous, structurally unsound, black mold-covered, hoarded, decrepit, leaning eyesore with birds living in the attic. And I don’t think anyone at the City Council meeting had a clue what he was talking about. They wouldn’t know who I am, because I’ve never lived in Olean, and Wenke did not articulate any lucid points, whatsoever.
At the end of the speech, the people at the meeting immediately moved onto the next topic without reacting or responding to any of the psychobabble. Mission #842.5 to start a movement: failed.