Says the pot with THIRTEEN RESTRAINING ORDERS!
How quickly he forgets that I never delete ANYTHING.
He had his chances. For nearly two years all he needed to do was walk away, and I would have disappeared. But he couldn’t do it, the racist, woman-hating, disability faking coward. Even at the moment of his “soulmate”‘s passing, he was checking email and moderating comments in the next room.
So I finally accepted that he would never walk away.
Oh, the self-awareness makes me dizzy!
Two (or four, or six) can play that game, though. And by his rules, continue to kick his ass.
But never let it be said that I was unwilling to give a sporting chance!
A shade over two years ago, I made one final offer. I told him if he could eat a Carolina Reaper* (a mere 1.89 million Scoville units) and post the full video by February 15, 2016, I would delete this blog ON THE SAME DAY. I knew he would never do it.
No video was posted, and The Thinking Man’s Zombie endures.
And now he is out of options. Even a coyote will sacrifice a limb to get out of a trap, but Bill’s just a monkey with his hand stuck in a jar.
He lacks the smarts to solve this problem, and he compounds it by thinking he’s earned the treat in the jar just by knowing it’s there.
If you want to know why Paul Krendler continues, the answer is simple:
Murum aries attigit.
*Isn’t the name of that pepper doubly ironic now that he has relocated to South Carolina for a new
fiancé, I mean sweetie, whoops, that should probably read Captive Nurse 2.0 by now, after causing (in my opinion) his soulmate’s death by failing to mobilize the vaunted resources of his massive Rolodex of contacts at the National Institutes for Health? Like(6)Dislike(0)