Hey, Bill.
It’s about time we had a man-to-man talk.
Actually, a man-to-richboy talk.
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You’ve got some problems, Bill, lots and lots of problems.
I don’t remember much of you from before the presidential election of 2004, other than that I was vaguely aware of your flatulence.
It’s got to be a bitch, suffering from meteorism, where others are reluctant to sit next to you in an airliner, or be in the same elevator with you.
(One should probably look up that word, because it doesn’t mean what it looks like; apparently Adolph Hitler had the same thing, by the way.)
A bad diet, booze, and a flaccid decadent lifetyle’ll do that to one.
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Bill, you’ve got to do something, about always shooting off your mouth too soon.
One wonders if you have the same problem while hopping around in the sack, being premature at something, which probably doesn’t make the wife too happy.
But that’s another issue, Bill, not for here.
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You first came into focus in this mind, Bill, when shortly after the presidential election of 2004, you grandiosely announced to the primitives that John Kerry was going to contest Ohio.
How great the joy in the land; the primitives got hopeful.
But as the days meandered on and nothing was happening, and the trusting primitives began questioning, you snapped back, “It’s gonna happen, my sources are good, just be patient.â€
The primitives waited and waited and waited. They trusted you, Bill, and besides, your sources were “good.â€
The delay in filing papers with the court was explained away by that “well, it’s Thanksgiving, and the courts are closed,†“well, it’s a busy time of the year, and everybody’s out shopping,†“well, it’s the Christmas weekend, and the courts are closed,†“well, it’s the New Year’s weekend, and the courts are closed,†and so on and so on.
If memory serves me correctly, Bill, you carried on with that until St. Valentine’s Day or Easter, or something, until, mercifully for you, Bill, the primitives quit bothering inquiring about it.
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That was long before your participation in the scam that rocked the internet, the Fitzmas fiasco, a whole lot of other events, and now this.
You have a habit of jumping the gun, Bill. You’ve got to learn to sit down, shut up, and be patient, until something’s verified from other than your “sources,†which exist probably only within your skull, your hopes that it’ll happen.
When you tell the primitives to “bank on it,†Bill, you forget something. Not all the primitives enjoy the bankroll you do; in fact, most of the rest of them don‘t.
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I suggest you pay attention, Bill; it’s odd, how unhappy the fate of primitives who ignore the advice and counsel of franksolich.
It’s not anything I do myself, Bill; it’s just that I’m seeing the character flaws in the primitives that inevitably leads to such unhappy fates, after which a primitive on his own, by his own self, brings about his downfall.
Ask your pal Omaha Steve about that, Bill; you’re so engrossed in yourself that you probably never noticed what happened with him three years ago--brought about by his own self, because he didn’t pay attention to franksolich.
I have your own best interests at heart, Bill.