I didn't miss the day; I just never got around to posting this.
This past Saturday, April 30, circa 3:30 p.m. central time, 2:30 p.m. mountain time, marked the sixth anniversary of the beginning of the scam that rocked the internet.
And today (Tuesday), circa 10:00 a.m. central time, 9:00 a.m. mountain time, marks the sixth anniversary of one of the most ludicrous aspects of Doug's stupid ex-wife's prank; when it was announced the primitives had broken into the mail-room at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore during the middle of the night, to find a "check" that had gotten lost there.
And so on it went, the scam that rocked the internet.
Those with knowledge of real facts in real life know that the late red round one had first been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in late autumn 2004 (October, if the memory serves me correctly), and that an operation to salvage the situation (it didn't) took place in Seattle in February 2005, after which the late red round one knew his clock was running out. He seemed to accept it with poise and equanimity.
So why the scam, that began circa mid-afternoon April 30, 2005?
Only one person knows, and even she doesn't know, having decomposed into non compos mentis the past six years, from a too-enthusiastic use of pharmaceuticals. Doug's stupid ex-wife (known as "sfexpat2000" during the scam) has demonstrably proven her deterioration into premature arteriosclerosis since the scam; her cerebral cells now brittle or petrified or fossilized.
And so we'll never know.
There is no synopsis or summary of the scam available (and so please don't anybody ask for one), because even those who know the real-life facts, all come up with different ideas. It's like a form of Japanese drama, where there's several eyewitnesses to a single event.....but each eyewitness describes the exact same thing differently.
So if one isn't familiar with the scam that rocked the internet, ignore this and go on to read something else.
But of those who were around, and watched, what are some of your fondest memories of this thing that makes a Rube Goldberg contraption look simple and efficient in comparison?
I'm busy today, but I'll be describing my own this evening, and then tomorrow (Wednesday).
It was truly something to watch, Doug's stupid ex-wife making an ass of herself; and in front of hundreds of thousands of people. There were days when the traffic on P-J Comix's DUmmie FUnnies--one single thread among several hundred each day on freerepublic--exceeded traffic on the whole entire Skins's island, which should give one an idea of the magnitude of the scam that rocked the internet.
(By the way, May 12, nine days hence, marks the fifth anniversary of Fitzmas, when the Bostonian Drunkard made an ass of himself over the non-Indictment of Karl Rove, and that anniversary will be noted at its own appropriate time.)
