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1...@dont-email.me:
> John Henry used his keyboard to write :
>> Cowardice Bryant <
ch...@anus.com> wrote in
>> news:q06qom$cu3$
1...@dont-email.me:
>>
>>> Do you two ever look back at your conspiracy theories about all of
>>> the supposed identities supposedly responsible for making you as
>>> despised and consumately ignorable as you are?
>>
>> Do you not understand that EVERY POST YOU MAKE is more evidence that
>> you're obsessed, psychopathic, deranged, and completely disconnected
>> from reality?
>>
>> You. Can. Not. Do. This. To. People. And. Get. Away. With.
>> It.
>
> So you can, but no one else can?
I never did any of this shit. I never called people's jobs, not even
Dink. I never threatened to hurt people's kids. I never stalked anyone
for twenty years. I never jumped into a person's life who has been
trying desperately to ignore me for over a decade to CONTINUALLY fuck
with them, do everything I could to fuck them up and hurt their lives,
published terabytes of bullshit content with their name on it so Google
shows nothing but my psychotic fantasies when you search for them.
I flamed a guy on a fucking newsgroup in 1997. 21 years later, that guy
still isn't over it and has conducted a more or less nonstop ongoing
campaign to drive me to absolute poverty and madness. Dozens of calls to
my university with fake complaints. Dozens of calls to my employers over
the years. HUNDREDS of calls to my parents.
If you can't see the fucking difference there, you're a goddamned
psychopath yourself and should be immediately tranquilized and imprisoned
in an appropriate psychiatric facility until you're evaluated to no
longer be a sociopath who can't tell the difference between a pissant
flamewar and an obsessive stalker spending twenty years of his life just
to hurt a guy who pissed him off back when Beavis and Butthead was still
in first-run broadcast.
> You're not crazy, you're just a lazy, self-centred arsehole...
Let me lay this out in reality for you, you piece of shit.
In the last four years, I have:
Been gainfully employed or working as a contractor for all but about 7
months.
Spent ten months walking 25 miles a week as part of a 25 hour per week
mass transit/walking commute to work. Any single week's commute during
this period is more genuine work and effort than the entire lifetime's
genuine work you and Dink have conducted, combined. I walked the soles
off two pairs of shoes.
Spent two and a half years at that job. Left at the end of January, was
back to work driving by the third week of february. Took about 2,700
rides, often but not always working 10-14 hours a day, 7 days a week.
The only reason I'm not working RIGHT NOW, literally the only reason I
have the fucking time to degrade and humiliate myself by associating with
the likes of you, is the fucking psycho you're defending once again
contacted my employer (contractor in this case) with a spurious
complaint, leading to my being in limbo and entirely without any clue
what was happening for about 9 days.
Based on my average per-night book, that ALONE cost me $1300.
Now the DAY BEFORE this happened, I'd loaned my Rainsong WD1000 - worth
about three grand, but no fucking way will I ever sell it, I won it by
selling more Rainsong guitars than anyone else in the company over a
four-month period, and I'd rather die in the streets than lose it
permanently. But anyway, I loaned it to a friend in exchange for an $800
loan to me. I'd paid my rent and other bills up to current, and was on
track to finally be steady on my feet after crawling my way back up from
losing my prior job. I was going to have to move when my lease was up
because my income had dropped enough that I could no longer afford where
I was living, but I'd have made it. Tight, but I'd have made it. And
I'd have made - and caught up - my car payments with part of those
earnings.
Things were *perfect.* Or as perfect as they needed to be. Everything was
in line and ready to roll.
And then Dink made his complaint, and it completely fucked me. See if
you can follow a sequence of events without getting confused here,
blockhead:
I was pulled off the road for about 9 days with NO explanation from Lyft,
they wouldn't even answer direct questions via e-mail. Call it $1300 in
lost income, automatic payments that weren't covered hitting my bank
account and running that nearly a thousand dollars into the red ON TOP of
the lost wages, so now we're at 2300 bucks I'm out of pocket on this bit
of fucker. That left me unable to pay rent for November, the last month
on my lease.
It also left me unable to earn money and keep it since everything I
earned went into the black hole of my bank account.
So now - and again, this is STILL the cascading result of the fuckery
you're defending, you mealy mouthed son of a bitch - I gotta beg money
for gas so I can work.
Eventually I was able to get that together - another couple of days lost,
another three hundred or so in missing income - and went back to work.
When I went back to work, I really had to kick it out, working 14 hours
(the legal max) 7 days a week to try and scramble to replace my losses.
Then I had a blowout (which I would have replaced the prior week if I
hadn't just been fucked out of now $2600 and counting by Dink) and was
off a couple of more days I couldn't afford.
My brother bought me a tire, I went back to work.
THEN I was exhausted one night after work - AGAIN, this is STILL the
cascading results of the fuckery you're defending, the fucking sick,
twisted, evil shit that you seem to believe is morally equivalent to one
phone conversation twenty years ago, you ethically bankrupt intellectual
vacuum - drove to the local corner store for a quick "meal," and while
driving back hit a small patch of ice and curbed the car at 15mph,
bending my rim and nuking one of my new tires.
So NOW I've got to find a rim and buy that, with no money, so I do THAT -
ANOTHER couple of days lost, STILL cascading results of Dink's fuckery,
ANOTHER $300 in lost income, now we're up to three grand, meanwhile my
bank account is still accruing late fees and overdraft charges until it's
eventually shut down because I can't manage to avoid bad luck long enough
to recover from this shit, and my lease is up.
All things I'd have never had to worry about if Dink hadn't made that
phone call, which he did regardless of how much bullshit he tries to lay
on you, I've already got the complaint record from Lyft. He filed it
with a borrowed phone, but really who the fuck else with a 770 area code
and an ATL billing address is going to stalk my facebook page looking for
reasons to complain to my employer? Of all the people I've known in
Georgia, the only one I've had any sort of interaction with since I left
the wrestling business is Dink and nobody else would have the slightest
reason to even try. So fuck off with that bullshit too.
And then a little bad luck. Now keep in mind through all of this, I'm
ALSO nursing a beautiful and dear friend, a 25 year old lesbian who I was
definitely not fucking or trying to and that's a huge part of the whole
reason I was the one doing this, detox and recover from a rather nasty
relapse into heroin addiction that had her just about dead when I met
her. So aside from all Dink's drama, I'm also going through all THAT
shit, which is emotionally exhausting all by itself. For the record, we
got her clean and straight, she gained back weight and got healthy, got
reconciled with her family, and moved with them to another state a few
weeks ago. She's easily one of the most wonderful and awesome souls it's
ever been my pleasure to encounter, and I'll never stop being proud that
I was the difference she needed in her life to get it together.
That's right, you fucks. Not only am I outside every other box you pea-
brained pissants lock yourselves in, I also managed the impossible task
of inducing a junkie to get clean. Put her up in my house, fed her when
I didn't even have food of my own, and gave her unconditional platonic
love without limit - the kind of love she should have had from others far
earlier in life. No matter what happens, I'm here for you. You relapse,
it's okay, I love you, we'll start again tomorrow. I'll be right here
fighting right next to you every step of the way, unconditionally.
And I was, no matter what happened, including a few bits of drama and a
bit of off and on in the first few days, as so often happens with
addicts.
"I've been here before. I know the way out. Follow me." See, cuntflap,
that's what a decent human being with a conscience does when they see
someone suffering. They fucking help. They don't rejoice in it becasue
the person suffering said something mean to them in the 90's.
So I did THAT shit, all while this was going on. She's alive, clean,
happy, stable, and on her way to becoming the best she can be, and I did
it. For free. With no expectation of any sort of reward other than
knowing I helped a good person who made a bad mistake early in life
recover from it and reclaim her humanity.
You go ahead and keep on stepping to me, fuckhead. On my worst day, I'm
a better man and a better human being than anyone you've ever met. Sure,
I'm not normal and I'm verbose as shit and sometimes it takes some effort
to follow me because I think quite a bit differently - quite a bit faster
- than average.
You troll cunts in this group never, ever could get it through your heads
that just because you're a crop of lying shitsacks who will say and do
anything to gratify your anemic egos with imaginary "victories" over
strangers on the internet, doesn't mean everyone else is. Some of us
actually try to be decent fucking human beings, not to suggest that your
sort would have the slightest idea how to approach such a thing.
Anyway, I digress. So we've got to...oh, yeah. So now let's add in a
bit of bad luck. The wheel thing screwed me a bit, and really at this
point it was about to the point of being a lost cause but I was still
trying, still busting ass, still driving my ass off. But thanks to
Dink's interference and an assist from some other asshats who have
nothing to do with this shitfest but would fit right in with the likes of
you and your fucking inbred boyfriend in Georgia, I couldn't make enough
and and wasn't able to get my rent paid on time.
So instead of finishing out the last month of my lease, I got evicted
literally ten days before I would have moved anyway if not for all this
bullshit that fucked me up and peeled about about 15% of my already
dramatically reduced annual income this year.
THEN my landlord decides to illegally throw all the shit in my apartment
out THE VERY FUCKING DAY I paid the bill and gained access to the
apartment so I could move out, a day BEFORE they were legally allowed to
do so. All of which will make for another nice civil suit, but that
doesn't get back all my analog photos from my years in the wrestling
business, all my CD archives, 8 fucking terabytes worth of external hard
drives containing nearly every bit of creative work I've done since the
early 90's. All the analog photos I had of myself as a kid, my daughter
as a kid, my parents (both of whom, I'm sure you already know, passed
away, in 09 and 15), my brother, my niece who was brutally murdered at
age 4 when I was twelve, court transcripts related to the murder trial,
court papers dealing with my daughter when she was a minor, and
uncountable little things that have negligible real-world value but are
sentimentally priceless and completely irreplaceable.
You still gonna keep telling me that this is the same thing as me making
a single goddamned phone call IN RESPONSE TO PHONE CALLS AND OTHER
HARASSMENT DINK HAD PREVIOUSLY ENGAGED IN? You fucking sick pig.
But hey, we're still not done! Because then Chad invited me to use his
place here. A thing that would not have been necessary if Dink hadn't
fucked me.
And while my car was parked here last week - where it NEVER WOULD HAVE
BEEN IF NOT FOR DINK'S FUCKERY - someone broke my driver's window out,
leaving me unable to work AGAIN and flat broke AGAIN, nothing left to do
but ask for help. Help did not come in sufficient time - and all things
considered I can certainly understand why my readership has a case of
charity fatigue - and since the car was parked instead of being
constantly on the move as it would have been if not for this bullshit,
every bit of which starts with and derives from Dink's sick obsession, it
was a sitting duck for the repo man.
Event a leads to b leads to c leads to d. Event A is Dink's fuckery.
Everything else comes from that.
Now you shut your fucking face and step the fuck out of my world
permanently before I decide to pay attention to you. I've got zero
problem pushing for a federal case if you're not in the country, there's
already one asshole in Canada I'm going to have to deal with anyway so
adding one more in Australia or wherever and whoever the fuck you are - I
genuinely don't care, just tossing it out in case this stupid chickenshit
sockpuppet is the one someone earlier told me was Zed as if I really give
a fuck who any of you are - won't be a really huge deal. Killfile me and
move the fuck on, or stay in my lane and I'll run you down like a blind,
three-legged possum on a country road at midnight, you pissant dog-
fucking offal.
I hope I've made my feelings, and the facts, clear. Now fuck off.
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Now, I mean. Don't respond, you're a stupid lying douche with nothing to
add but bullshit. Just STFU and GTFO.