…and one Twitter account?
I have never deleted a post from this blog. I have never deleted a tweet, much less the entire account.
I have never felt that anything I have written was so…indefensible (the kindest term I could think of) that I would be unable to stand behind it.
I sleep very well at night.
When I’m not out chasing delicious Postal Inspector brains, that is.
He lackz it:
How’s the view up there on that cross you built?
The Lord of the Monkeydance sent me the email which appears after the jump. Other recipients include:
– Wayne Kirwan
– Dario Broccolino
– Raymond Trodden
– Jim Marshall
– Judge Hollander
– Howard County Police Liaison
– Someone in Carroll County
– Kenneth Grote
Enjoy! Continue reading “An Email To…the FEDS!!”
The Tub’o’shit is lying to his law enforcement pals about the tub’o’shit he received!
Quoting: “I am afraid of what I’m going to get in the mail next. I received this last Friday and the shock so affected my Parkinson’s disease symptoms, I lost my balance and bashed my face of the living room floor.”
This is not just a lie, it’s a terrible lie, told by a terrible liar. A proven liar.
Let me show you. My sources are unassailable.
Friday, November 28:
Tub’o pets dog, fall down go boom. Posts photo with psycho face.
Saturday, November 29, 9:25AM:
More details & pictures about the Friday Faceplant.
Then, at 11:23 AM, about 13 hours after the Friday Faceplant, the subject abruptly turns…
Now, right about midday, suddenly it’s Horseshit Saturday.
Faceplant Friday before Horseshit Saturday.
But like always, the truth doesn’t make Tub’o look like ENOUGH of a victim. So he needs to enhance his tale of woe. Like always.
Such a narcissist. A lying narcissist. A proven, terrible, lying, narcissist with mayonnaise breath.
I can always tell when he’s slinging his bullshit:
- He’s still drawing breath (this one is more literal than you might think).
- He or his pals are leaving comments here for Patrick Grady from offshore servers.
But he’s turning to other things now, except for stomping trolls…
Sure he is.
My gray, rotting zombie ass.
Dancing Monkeys gotta monkeydance.
I have this
friend/ acquaintance/ person I know/ sorta dickish person I’ve never met/total asshole in my life who suffers from a perfidious and easily exacerbated neurological disorder.
I’ve been scouring the web for many weeks looking for a truly top-notch independent website/blog with news and advocacy information that might help him, run by a person with a truly sterling reputation, but I’m really not having any luck.
All I seem to come up with are websites selling absolutely atrocious, really vomit-inducing audio which purports to be comedy. I don’t know what sane person would consider this stuff funny, but I guess even people who are that far gone need a laugh too, I guess. Or not.
Anyway, if someone out there (I’m looking at you, Rick Buchanan) could point me at a cool, well-designed and informative website like that, I’d really appreciate it.
No, wait…that’s not it…
The First Rule of Twitter Holes is…
when you’re in one, STOP DIGGING!