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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on April 22, 2009, 07:25:07 PM
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Tuesday, April 28, circa 3:30 p.m. central time, is the fourth anniversary of Doug's ex-wife's really stupid gig, the "scam" that rocked the internet.
Over the years, Skins's island has suffered three major public-relations disasters; Doug's ex-wife's really stupid gig, the Bostonian Drunkard's nonIndictment of Karl Rove, and richboy playboy Pedro getting quoted on the most popular show on talk-radio.
Disasters that brought with them the laughter and scorn of tens of millions.
To be honest, I've never understood why my fellow alum Skins, who seems sensible in all things but politics, never mausoleumed Doug's ex-wife, the Bostonian Drunkard, and richboy playboy Pedro, for all the damage they did to the reputation of Skins's island.
I dunno; perhaps my fellow alum thinks that if people insist upon making idiots of themselves, there's no need to punish them, as they do a pretty good job at it themselves without the help of anybody else.
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What was this qoute of Playboy Pedro's?
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What was this qoute of Playboy Pedro's?
That Karl Rove and the Republicans had deliberately lost the mid-term elections of 2006, so as to make the Democrats look bad.
Rush Limbaugh quoted it, it was so silly.
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Huh... Yeah, that musta been before my time as well.
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Huh... Yeah, that musta been before my time as well.
It was broadcast on Rush Limbaugh's show that, for some other reason (not this one), was one of his biggest shows, bringing the ridicule of tens of millions down upon my fellow alum and his real-estate.
Nobody ever accused richboy playboy Pedro of having more than two milligrams of brain-matter inside his skull, though.
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Tuesday, April 28, circa 3:30 p.m. central time, is the fourth anniversary of Doug's ex-wife's really stupid gig, the "scam" that rocked the internet.
Over the years, Skins's island has suffered three major public-relations disasters; Doug's ex-wife's really stupid gig, the Bostonian Drunkard's nonIndictment of Karl Rove, and richboy playboy Pedro getting quoted on the most popular show on talk-radio.
Disasters that brought with them the laughter and scorn of tens of millions.
To be honest, I've never understood why my fellow alum Skins, who seems sensible in all things but politics, never mausoleumed Doug's ex-wife, the Bostonian Drunkard, and richboy playboy Pedro, for all the damage they did to the reputation of Skins's island.
I dunno; perhaps my fellow alum thinks that if people insist upon making idiots of themselves, there's no need to punish them, as they do a pretty good job at it themselves without the help of anybody else.
I remember telling my wife that it really looked like a scam brewing before all hell broke loose.
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I remember the whole thing - or at least I believe I do.. It was one of the most fascinating and disturbing DUmp moments. The other most disturbing moment belongs to the DUmmy Khephra, who was literally tombstoned in front of his computer.
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What was funny was Pedro crowing in a thread about how someone told 20 million Americans that he was a retard. :-)
He cared more about being noticed than he did about looking as smart as a rotted potato.
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I remember the whole thing - or at least I believe I do.. It was one of the most fascinating and disturbing DUmp moments. The other most disturbing moment belongs to the DUmmy Khephra, who was literally tombstoned in front of his computer.
What?
I got two out of three. Any mention of Doug's ex-wife instantly bores me to sleep.
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What?
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links! links!
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x2924776
Oh. I remember that, but not the kid's user name.
If I croaked in front of my computer, I'd probably be one of those "Neighbors report terrible odor, find body in apartment" stories you hear on the news. My friends and family are used to not hearing from me.
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links! links!
Oh man.
The "scam" that rocked the internet involves something a little over 100 links; there was so much of this excresence that I dumped it all two computers ago.
I'm sure it could be googled, but we all know how I am with googling.
The web-site Scamdy used to be an encyclopedia on the subject, but I discarded Scamdy years ago. Since the "scam" was all so stupid, I never bothered saving any part of it. (Fat Che later bought the domain name, as if it was something special, which it wasn't.)
Surprisingly, on the other hand, google "24 business hours," and there you have the Bostonian Drunkard in all the splendor of Fitzmas.
In the DUmping Ground here--not this, the DUmpster, but the DUmping Ground--there's a list of links to P-J Comix's DUmmie FUnnies editions on Fitzmas, the Fitzmas threads.
I sometimes thought about providing a thread of links to P-J Comix's DUmmie Funnies editions on Doug's ex-wife's stupid gig, but man, talk about a big job. In case anyone needs reminded, during the height of the scamdal, the DUmmie FUnnies were getting more traffic than all of Skins's island.
I had saved richboy playboy Pedro's really cretinous remarks on the computer that crashed some months ago; I had been concerned that richboy playboy Pedro would realize what an ass he had been, posting that, and would self-delete it, which apparently he never did, never realizing what an ass he is.
The Khephra-dying-at-his-post thread was really weird. I recall that evening, hundreds were reading the DUmmie FUnnies, which was describing a rather ordinary primitive bonfire about something else when that suddenly popped on, after which discussion on the DUmmie FUnnies got w-a-y off topic.
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What?
I got two out of three. Any mention of Doug's ex-wife instantly bores me to sleep.
Me too. I don't recall her in a "Scam that rocked the internet," the biggest scams I remember were Andyscam, the whole "Just ten dollars away" election fooforaw (which also involved Andy, and some woman whose name eludes me now), plus of course the whole Truthout fiasco.
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x2924776
I remember this! I still to this day think it was one of the most peculiar things that his mom decided to get on DU the day after her son died and post! Thought at the time it was some kind of weird cry for attention from Khephra!
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I remember this! I still to this day think it was one of the most peculiar things that his mom decided to get on DU the day after her son died and post! Thought at the time it was some kind of weird cry for attention from Khephra!
I wonder if it could have been some sort of hoax, or even a psychological study of internet based relationships.
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I wonder if it could have been some sort of hoax, or even a psychological study of internet based relationships.
The thing that kind of tweaked my skepticism was that she referred to herself as "Momma Khephra" :mental:
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Toasted, I share your scepticism. Try and picture it: You suddenly and shockingly lose your son, and amid all the questions, grief, and funeral plans, your thoughts turn to that online discussion board your son likes to waste time on. Time to figure out how to log on! ("Momma" indeed.)
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The thing that kind of tweaked my skepticism was that she referred to herself as "Momma Khephra" :mental:
My reason for disbelief, is that something very similar happened on the Chicago Cubs board several years ago. I'm sure 5412 remembers it happening.
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Toasted, I share your scepticism. Try and picture it: You suddenly and shockingly lose your son, and amid all the questions, grief, and funeral plans, your thoughts turn to that online discussion board your son likes to waste time on. Time to figure out how to log on! ("Momma" indeed.)
Yes! That and she went into great detail how she found him.....slumped over his computer? It almost sounded like she was trying to raise him to hero status ie. "He was a true blue Du'er...giving his life to the cause of bringing news stories to DU to....well...comment on? Very strange way to behave after the death of your child!
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Can someone summarize the deal with Doug's ex wife and the other scandals for those of us new here? Other than the kid dying, or maybe dying, I don't have a clue. Thanks!
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Can someone summarize the deal with Doug's ex wife and the other scandals for those of us new here? Other than the kid dying, or maybe dying, I don't have a clue. Thanks!
Someone can help me out here, but my understanding of the Dougs Ex wife Scandal was that she started a fund raiser for a guy named Andy Stephenson who was supposedly dieing of pancreatic cancer and needed $50,000 for the surgery at Johns Hopkins. It was found out that Andy was actually covered by Medicare and actually could have had the same surgery at any other hospital. He insisted on going to Hopkins who for some reason didn't take Medicare. He had the surgery and died soon after anyway. There is alot more to it but that is my cursory understanding of the whole thing!
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I didn't realize the anniversary was coming up. I was just thinking about this a few days ago. I was cleaning some old files off my hard drive and came across pics of the rotund one at the hospital just after his day surgery. Also one of Beth during happier times when she was thin and married, before her brain got fuzzy. And one I'd completely forgotten about...goodboy playing the piano. Wonder whatever happened to him? I remember after he was such a strong supporter of the red-headed scam artist he fell on hard times himself and could hardly get any of the DUmmies to pony up. Yes, the rotund one was definitely the Pied Piper of DU.
Cindie
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Toasted, I share your scepticism. Try and picture it: You suddenly and shockingly lose your son, and amid all the questions, grief, and funeral plans, your thoughts turn to that online discussion board your son likes to waste time on. Time to figure out how to log on! ("Momma" indeed.)
There's some strange freaks over there. I remember when Mari666's husband died in a auto accident she was at the DUmp posting about it just a few hours later. There's been other incidents like that, things that make you wonder if these kooks can even be described as human. So while I agree it's seems really unlikely, that it did happen wouldn't surprise me at all.
Can someone summarize the deal with Doug's ex wife and the other scandals for those of us new here? Other than the kid dying, or maybe dying, I don't have a clue. Thanks!
Be hard to fill you in without writing a book. Ask frank, he could sum it up about as quick as anyone here. TTTL, I see, gave a big overall, but it would take major time to even tell everything you'd need to know if you were trying to be brief.
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Someone can help me out here, but my understanding of the Dougs Ex wife Scandal was that she started a fund raiser for a guy named Andy Stephenson who was supposedly dieing of pancreatic cancer and needed $50,000 for the surgery at Johns Hopkins. It was found out that Andy was actually covered by Medicare and actually could have had the same surgery at any other hospital. He insisted on going to Hopkins who for some reason didn't take Medicare. He had the surgery and died soon after anyway. There is alot more to it but that is my cursory understanding of the whole thing!
To complicate matters even further, AS was employed by Bev Harris at one point, whose insurance didn't cover him. It is much more intricate that that simple sentence, maybe someone else who has time can elaborate.
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To complicate matters even further, AS was employed by Bev Harris at one point, whose insurance didn't cover him. It is much more intricate that that simple sentence, maybe someone else who has time can elaborate.
OTOH, he had perfectly good state-sponsored health care (Washington state has very liberal rules about qualifying and where you can use it). Had his primary care doc just given him a referral to JH the fundraiser would've been unnecessary. Of course, it also might've helped if his life partner would've paid for lifesaving surgery instead a new toilet and a fresh coat of paint on the bathroom walls.
Cindie
Cindie
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Oh my.
My esteemed friend and role model USA4ME is correct; the story isn't something that could be shortly described.
Damn. It was never anything it appeared to be.
Our biggest mistake was in assuming Doug's ex-wife and her disciples (the late red round one had virtually nothing to do with it, and was just a cameo) thought along sane and rational lines, like decent and civilized people do.
We forgot to remember that Doug's ex-wife is not only stupid, but nuts, and her own line of thinking zigs, zags, jumps, detours, disconnects, leaps, falls, at random, no logic or reasoning to it at all. Just random.
The effects of too many mood-altering pharmaceuticals, one reasonably assumes.
I'm not making any promises, but I'll "think" about trying to compress the story down to less than a thousand words during the next few days. But I'm not promising.
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If you Google AS's name, you can find some pretty kooky conspiracy theories about his death. Apparently his death was brought about by a massive coordinated effort by the "Bush right-wing."
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Oh my.
My esteemed friend and role model USA4ME is correct; the story isn't something that could be shortly described.
Damn. It was never anything it appeared to be.
Our biggest mistake was in assuming Doug's ex-wife and her disciples (the late red round one had virtually nothing to do with it, and was just a cameo) thought along sane and rational lines, like decent and civilized people do.
We forgot to remember that Doug's ex-wife is not only stupid, but nuts, and her own line of thinking zigs, zags, jumps, detours, disconnects, leaps, falls, at random, no logic or reasoning to it at all. Just random.
The effects of too many mood-altering pharmaceuticals, one reasonably assumes.
I'm not making any promises, but I'll "think" about trying to compress the story down to less than a thousand words during the next few days. But I'm not promising.
I may have alot of the "scam" chit on some old CDs....I'll try to find them...
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I had a ton of information form the old scamdy site, including the document scans - when I went to rebuild my computer, I deleted it all because I feel then (as I feel now) that the persons involved were not worth the waste of space.
The whole notion is ridiculous.
I don't say any of this to lessen AS as a person - a person with an illness that more often than not kills its host - but the circus put on around him was the most idiotic display of faux chivalry in the history of the intertubes. Most people do not love AS at the DUmp, what they loved was the artificially generated cause and call to rally.
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I had a ton of information form the old scamdy site, including the document scans - when I went to rebuild my computer, I deleted it all because I feel then (as I feel now) that the persons involved were not worth the waste of space.
The whole notion is ridiculous.
I don't say any of this to lessen AS as a person - a person with an illness that more often than not kills its host - but the circus put on around him was the most idiotic display of faux chivalry in the history of the intertubes. Most people do not love AS at the DUmp, what they loved was the artificially generated cause and call to rally.
Googling scamdy will turn up many links and hours of reading on the subject.
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Apparently his death was brought about by a massive coordinated effort by the "Bush right-wing."
Well, of course. When you've got one playbook and one play, then you have no choice but to use it every time.
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I may have alot of the "scam" chit on some old CDs....I'll try to find them...
Ah, madam, you would remember Barset of the DUmmie FUnnies.
Barset was great.
Barset was some overly-cerebral teenager of Jewish derivation posting as an upper-upper-middle-class mid-30s housewife with three children. Far Rockaway, the Poconos, Grossinger's, the Hamptons, weekends in Connecticut, no posting from Friday night until Saturday night, the whole bit.
Barset was great.
Barset was used to make franksolich look stupid (on the DUmmie FUnnies), as it was to the advantage of all decent and civilized people that franksolich look stupid, in exposing this ridiculous charade. Barset did a great job of that.
Barset was great.
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There is a ton of info via googling. There's an exhaustive story with links and background on the koskiddie's site.
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There is a ton of info via googling. There's an exhaustive story with links and background on the koskiddie's site.
Oh yeah.
That nice guy on Skins's island whom the primitives never did find out who he was.
He was great, and I still salute him to this day with a grinning smile.
There were a lot of really good people involved in this endeavor, to expose fraud.
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OMG!! Frank....I found Amitychild's excel file.....I forgot a bunch of stuff
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OMG!! Frank....I found Amitychild's excel file.....I forgot a bunch of stuff
That's how we discovered Doug's ex-wife was using sockpuppets.
This is sort of the way I recall it:
Doug's ex-wife: Only three more days to go! And we need more money!
sockpuppet #1: Yeah, yeah, I want to give! How do I do it?
sockpuppet #2: Send it to his paypall account [after which link provided]!
Doug's ex-wife: But hurry, hurry, and do it right away!
sockpuppet #3: But what if I want to send cash or check or money order?
sockpuppet #4: Mail it to [after which mailing address given].
It was pathetic.
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It was pathetic.
lol.
Maybe I will try that at freedomclub.proboards dot whatever it was while nobody else knows its there
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OMG!! Frank....I found Amitychild's excel file.....I forgot a bunch of stuff.
You know, madam, in late May 2005, I sent a $10 post office money order (so as to remain anonymous) for the cause, to the address Doug's ex-wife provided (which was in fact a legitimate, bona fide, address for the late red round one).
About two years later, I got curious, and checked it out.
The money order had never been cashed, and the post office considered it lost.
I took their refund, and mailed the ten bucks, plus ten more, to a Roman Catholic Church on a reservation in South Dakota, so they would have a Mass for commemoration of the late red round one's life, and for redemption of the late red round one's Eternal Soul.
(By the way, the late red round one died a repentant Lutheran.)
Doug's ex-wife didn't raise anything near $50,000, and I suspect that much of whatever little she raised, was actually from decent and civilized people on this side, who wrong-headedly wanted to do something "nice."
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Me too. I don't recall her in a "Scam that rocked the internet," the biggest scams I remember were Andyscam, the whole "Just ten dollars away" election fooforaw (which also involved Andy, and some woman whose name eludes me now), plus of course the whole Truthout fiasco.
She was involved in all of it actually. I got involved in the whole thing when CU became involved in the AndyScam stuff.
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She was involved in all of it actually. I got involved in the whole thing when CU became involved in the AndyScam stuff.
Oh now, sir, you're too young to be afflicted with old age.
I recall that you first were at the DUmmie FUnnies, but I'm not sure what brought you there. You were new, and you were quite involved there too.
And it was you, sir, who steered me towards our old home, now remembered fondly except recently. I was under the impression you were a long-timer there, but was surprised to learn no, you weren't.
Think back, sir. This was going on April 28-July 7, 2005.
I vaguely recall you were an active member of some other board, then came to the DUmmie FUnnies, and then went to our old home from there. And as usual, sir, if I err, feel free to correct me.
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I remember it well and the huge shitestorm that engulfed The Island when the Bostonian Drunkard questioned the legitimacy of AS's illness.
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I hate stirring the pot, but whatever happened to the lawsuit that ExPat's wife was going to file?...........24 business hours? :fuelfire:
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Oh now, sir, you're too young to be afflicted with old age.
I recall that you first were at the DUmmie FUnnies, but I'm not sure what brought you there. You were new, and you were quite involved there too.
Yeah I had actually been at FR...mainly in the Canteen for a couple years prior to that. I think it was writer33 who pointed me in the direction of the DuFu.
And it was you, sir, who steered me towards our old home, now remembered fondly except recently. I was under the impression you were a long-timer there, but was surprised to learn no, you weren't.
Yup had only been there since January 2003 but had already been in some very interesting discussions and debates...like the false claims of bodies in trees after Katrina...the whole Terry SChiavo kerfuffle that saw the biggest use of the opus since Shakespeare was writing plays...and the capture of the escaped murderer in Atlanta.
Think back, sir. This was going on April 28-July 7, 2005.
I vaguely recall you were an active member of some other board, then came to the DUmmie FUnnies, and then went to our old home from there. And as usual, sir, if I err, feel free to correct me.
I found our old home while doing a Google search after I got slimed by the DUmmies for a LTE I wrote in Stars and Stripes...I was curious to see what they were saying and joined up to flesh out what they had discovered from watching the DUmmies.
Nothing needs correcting sir...your memory is as sharp as ever. :-)
The most memorable part of the whole AS kerfuffle at TOS...was going head to head with Will Pitt himself and rendering him speechless. :-)
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I just started a forum for conservative-libertarian fiction writers. I don't really have members yet, but several people have come by and checked it out. I posted 2 things in the 'storyboard' which is supposed to be members only but since I am admin I don't know if people can see it or not.
Anyone who might like to join??
libertyfic.proboards.com
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I just started a forum for conservative-libertarian fiction writers. I don't really have members yet, but several people have come by and checked it out. I posted 2 things in the 'storyboard' which is supposed to be members only but since I am admin I don't know if people can see it or not.
Anyone who might like to join??
libertyfic.proboards.com
It can't be seen, if you're just lurkin...
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or jerkin
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I Googled the DUmp for any mention of a DUmmy that had actually gotten on the air when Bev Harris was on Coast to Coast AM. She's on there a few times a year around election season. I got tired of lokoing after a few pages, but their opinion of her seems to take a sharp turn downward at some point.
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I Googled the DUmp for any mention of a DUmmy that had actually gotten on the air when Bev Harris was on Coast to Coast AM. She's on there a few times a year around election season. I got tired of lokoing after a few pages, but their opinion of her seems to take a sharp turn downward at some point.
Bev Harris went too far toward the paranoid, and was regarded as well as the troofers - She had a spiel about getting run off the road by black SUVs that nobody, including most of the other troofers accepted. - she also had a habit of setting up beg-a-thons at every opportunity and produced virtually nothing of substance. She had been mausoleumed more than once for cutting into Skinner's cashflow. Harris may be the one principally responsible for the 'just five dollars away' line - but I'm not %100 on that.
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Bev Harris went too far toward the paranoid, and was regarded as well as the troofers - She had a spiel about getting run off the road by black SUVs that nobody, including most of the other troofers accepted. - she also had a habit of setting up beg-a-thons at every opportunity and produced virtually nothing of substance. She had been mausoleumed more than once for cutting into Skinner's cashflow. Harris may be the one principally responsible for the 'just five dollars away' line - but I'm not %100 on that.
Another thing she did is expose Democrat vote fraud in some FL county. In fact, if I recall correctly, that was her main sin.
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I remember most of those events. I have to comment on a pet peeve of mine, that comes up in this thread.
It is impossible to imagine what you would do when a loved one (no matter how old) dies suddenly, especially a child or a spouse. I confess I watch a little too much court tv, now tru TV. Every time they play a 911 call during a murder trial and say that person is too calm, or too unfeeling. I think of the 911 call I made. I was not hysterical because I just did not grasp the reality of the situation. I always think that if my son's death was not obviously of natural causes, based on the 911 call I probably would have been a suspect.
I cringe when I hear people judged about the way they acted after the death. I'm sure I was on the computer less than 12 hours after my son's death. I did not know what to do with myself. We left the hospital around 1 am. There was nothing to do. I couldn't save my boy, he was gone. I couldn't protect the other little ones from the grief. I couldn't sleep. The appointment with the funeral home wasn't until the afternoon of the following day. I couldn't work. I couldn't watch TV. I did spend some time trying to pull some pictures together but I couldn't really do that either. I don't even think I cried that much, I was just numb and in shock. I know in the morning there were lots of phone calls, lots of phone calls from doctors. I didn't make any calls though. I couldn't. I could type it on the computer but I couldn't say it. My husband did all the calling and arranging, I just couldn't do it.
I don't think it is odd at all the Kephra's mother reached out to other people that she believed cared about her son.
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Ah, madam, you would remember Barset of the DUmmie FUnnies.
Barset was great.
Barset was some overly-cerebral teenager of Jewish derivation posting as an upper-upper-middle-class mid-30s housewife with three children. Far Rockaway, the Poconos, Grossinger's, the Hamptons, weekends in Connecticut, no posting from Friday night until Saturday night, the whole bit.
Barset was great.
Barset was used to make franksolich look stupid (on the DUmmie FUnnies), as it was to the advantage of all decent and civilized people that franksolich look stupid, in exposing this ridiculous charade. Barset did a great job of that.
Barset was great.
You know who I miss? Anonymous Army! I used to have his email address but it got lost in the shuffle. I think he has his own restaurant now. A lefty and a Canadian but he certainly had a keen sense of justice and he took a lot of grief for standing up for what was right.
Cindie
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I may have alot of the "scam" chit on some old CDs....I'll try to find them...
Oh Gawd, remember the Seattle Weekly story? Actually, one of the best things about this whole fiasco is that we gained a whole bunch of Internet buddies! Ain't that right, Ree?
Cindie
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I remember most of those events. I have to comment on a pet peeve of mine, that comes up in this thread.
It is impossible to imagine what you would do when a loved one (no matter how old) dies suddenly, especially a child or a spouse. I confess I watch a little too much court tv, now tru TV. Every time they play a 911 call during a murder trial and say that person is too calm, or too unfeeling. I think of the 911 call I made. I was not hysterical because I just did not grasp the reality of the situation. I always think that if my son's death was not obviously of natural causes, based on the 911 call I probably would have been a suspect.
I cringe when I hear people judged about the way they acted after the death. I'm sure I was on the computer less than 12 hours after my son's death. I did not know what to do with myself. We left the hospital around 1 am. There was nothing to do. I couldn't save my boy, he was gone. I couldn't protect the other little ones from the grief. I couldn't sleep. The appointment with the funeral home wasn't until the afternoon of the following day. I couldn't work. I couldn't watch TV. I did spend some time trying to pull some pictures together but I couldn't really do that either. I don't even think I cried that much, I was just numb and in shock. I know in the morning there were lots of phone calls, lots of phone calls from doctors. I didn't make any calls though. I couldn't. I could type it on the computer but I couldn't say it. My husband did all the calling and arranging, I just couldn't do it.
I don't think it is odd at all the Kephra's mother reached out to other people that she believed cared about her son.
I had to H5 you for your comment. I know where you're coming from. I had always said that I would personally kill anyone who harmed one of my children. When my son was killed revenge was the last thing on my mind. None of us know what our reaction will be when faced with such a tragedy until it happens.
I hope your grief has softened somewhat. It takes such a long time for the raw, numb, unreal and surreal feelings to begin to dissipate. It's been over a decade for me, but I still have my days.
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Oh Gawd, remember the Seattle Weekly story? Actually, one of the best things about this whole fiasco is that we gained a whole bunch of Internet buddies! Ain't that right, Ree?
Cindie
That we did....
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Oh Gawd, remember the Seattle Weekly story?
Yeah, another example of Democrat, liberal, and primitive "sensitivity" for the "handicapped."
The reporter knew in advance that I am deaf, and so what could usually be cleared up in a two-minute telephone conversation would take twenty minutes, and that I wouldn't necessarily "catch" everything asked, which is why I preferred the "interview" be done via e-mail, and not vocally.
He was okay, but a couple of times he got rude about my voice.
And there was that ball thrown from left field, about the web-site Scamdy, which had gotten into trouble for using the name of the malicious cartoon character's pet dog as "domain owner."
He thought I was lying, but I had no idea, no idea, what that was all about.
I had just joined Scamdy, and agreed to take it over (but hadn't yet), but in matters internet and of web-sitery, I knew next to nothing.
And so I had no idea what that was about.
Then there came a part where I thought he was lying, but later changed my mind, when he talked about how the late red round one then looked, upon visiting him in the hospital.
For two months, Doug's ex-wife and other primitives had posted photographs of the late red round one, showing him in the pink of health, the most robust of health.
This was why many decent and civilized people suspected the late red round one wasn't sick at all--people in the last stages of pancreatic cancer do NOT look in the pink of health.
And so if the posted photographs were to be taken at face value, there was very good grounds for skepticism.
Some time later, I asked my own physician about the phenomenon. He's a dermatologist, and doesn't deal with pancreatic cancer, but he said he supposed it was possible, in rare cases, that someone afflicted with pancreatic cancer COULD look okay, and then suddenly without warning crash, within days.
There was a striking difference--and this took place within the matter of a few weeks--between the appearance of the late red round one at that "meet-up" in Ohio and on television.....and those photographs later posted by Fat Che showing the late red round one in the hospital.
The collapse must have been sudden, which as mentioned by the dermatologist, COULD happen.
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I hate stirring the pot, but whatever happened to the lawsuit that ExPat's wife was going to file?...........24 business hours? :fuelfire:
You know, sir, Doug's ex-wife (then known by the really stupid screen-name "sfexpat2000") was, and remains, of a particularly violent hysterical nature.
How well I remember her allegations that Scamdy was pursuing her in real life, this preposterous notion that we had hooligans and bullies and thugs following her on the sidewalks of San Francisco.
The fact of the matter is, Scamdy looked into things wholly on the internet, no real-life intrusions at all.
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I didn't realize the anniversary was coming up. I was just thinking about this a few days ago. I was cleaning some old files off my hard drive and came across pics of the rotund one at the hospital just after his day surgery.
That one, I don't recall; all I recall are the photographs of the late red round one on television, and the late red round one at that "meet-up" in Ohio, along with the sensitive lad, the piano-playing primitive, the "goodboy" primitive; and the "liberalnurse" primitive and the "MeganMonkey" primitive.
Also one of Beth during happier times when she was thin and married, before her brain got fuzzy.
Oh yes, and as I've said before, with her northern Mediterraneac features and especially her long exquisite aquline honker, ten years ago Doug's ex-wife could've been cast in a movie as an ancient Roman beauty.
And then she went to pot.
Now one would be hesitant to cast her in a role playing Rosie Barr or Roseanne O'Donnell, or whatever that television celebrity's name is.
The one I'd completely forgotten about...goodboy playing the piano. Wonder whatever happened to him? I remember after he was such a strong supporter of the red-headed scam artist he fell on hard times himself and could hardly get any of the DUmmies to pony up.
The sensitive lad, the piano-playing primitive, gifted with such talents in colorful vocabulary, later went to one of the Baltic states of the former Soviet Union, where he played the piano and lost his U.S. Passport, and had trouble getting it replaced.
The sensitive lad is another tragedy of this whole episode, but it's his own fault. People who know, have told me the sensitive lad is (was) a particularly "gifted" piano player, a delight to hear.
The sensitive lad apparently probably could've played Carnegie Hall, if he had concentrated on that, rather than getting involved in things about which he knows not, including politics and this whole Scamdal.
Why people ignore talents they have, and concentrate upon things in which they have no talents, is an interesting topic in psychology.
Yes, the rotund one was definitely the Pied Piper of DU.
Of course, but the late red round one wasn't the one calling the tunes.
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By the way, a tip for those trying to understand the primitives.
Primitives tend to think something that happened in, say, February 2005, was affected by something else that happened in, say, June 2005; that a later event had influenced an earlier event.
It takes some really arduous mental gymnastics, and a great deal of imagination, to do that, but the primitives do it.
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Frank...remember this:
(http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i310/ReeW/876888-checks0002.jpg)
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Uh-huh.
I remember those.
Some months after the Scamdal had died--about autumn 2005, I believe--a member of Scamdy had business in Baltimore, and as he had some free time on his hands, he went to visit the forms & publications department of Johns Hopkins, to inquire if any of these were forms used by the hospital.
(This pertains to receipts and such as posted in our old home, not to the "money orders" shown by Ree, above.)
They thought one generic receipt "might" be of a form occasionally used, if a department ran out of the official forms, but weren't sure, but said the others matched no forms in use.
If one's going to photoshop, one should always use the right form.
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I may have that pic.....let me check
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I may have that pic.....let me check.
It was such an amateurish, half-baked deal.
Doug's ex-wife actually graduated from high school 35+ years ago, but she never really left high school, all these stupid stunts.
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Frank,
what is the significance of your avatar?
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Frank,
what is the significance of your avatar?
It's a photograph of the greatest writer ever to come out of the Great Plains.
The one for whom the snobbish eastern elites couldn't understand her "Nebraska Sandhills English."
Fortunately, while the snobbish eastern elites couldn't, tens of millions of others could, and she was also a best seller in that place where the English language was invented......England.
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It's a photograph of the greatest writer ever to come out of the Great Plains.
The one for whom the snobbish eastern elites couldn't understand her "Nebraska Sandhills English."
Fortunately, while the snobbish eastern elites couldn't, tens of millions of others could, and she was also a best seller in that place where the English language was invented......England.
I always thought the greatest was Willa Cather. She was truly a daughter of the open prairie: "When I strike the open plains, something happens. I'm home. I breathe differently. That love of great spaces, of rolling open country like the sea--it's the great passion of my life." I read My Antonia in high school. Carter was president. Feminism was trendy. Antonia showed me that literature could be nostalgic and profound and that women's voices were important. And of course how connected we are to our past. This is a concept I don't think the DUmmies understand.
Long before Andy got "sick" (I'm one of those who don't believe he had pancreatic cancer) he worked hand in hand with Bev Harris to separate the DUmmies from their money by getting them all worked up about vote fraud: Political Machinations (http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=203x315898).
Always the opportunist, when Bev Harris became persona non grata at the DUmp, Andy became her victim and whistle blower! Of course, shortly thereafter he became ill and was then able to experience a DU wetdream...screwed by one's "employer", a deadly disease, and no health insurance. Not even Termite could give him that heady of a thrill! Lost in the shuffle is the fact that Andy gave up an excellent job with excellent benefits with the power company AND ownership of a Subway sandwich shop (which also had benefits sponsored by the corporation) so he could pursue his dream of being the Vote Fraud Queen. Well, he DID make it on to MSNBC!
Still, the saddest part of this whole sordid affair was that Termite took out a home equity loan to remodel the bathroom at the same time his "life partner" needed lifesaving surgery that cost ABOUT THE SAME AMOUNT AS THE BATHROOM REMODEL. Who does that? Who is so cruel and twisted that they make the love of their life beg for funds on the Internets to have LIFESAVING surgery so that one can selfishly buy a new (and evidently expensive) toilet?
Granted, while I've come to believe Andy died of a post-op infection (I was actually on the phone with the nurses' station at the time of his death...it was waaaay creepy...I drew the short straw, three of us were in a chat room at the time...you were probably in bed, frank, us girls tended to stay up late and gossip. I truly believe his operation was vanity surgery...a tummy tuck or something similar which he didn't take care of properly. He and Termite had a little dog, if I recall and he let the little thing crawl all over his stomach.
Anyway, I read both his medical report from the specialist in Seattle (the one who put the shunt in) and the "tests" done at Johns Hopkins (their big concern was enlarged lymph nodes in his chest, the kind anyone would have after an upper respiratory infection) but NOTHING about his pancreas. Besides, he wasn't in the hospital long enough to have had major surgery. Karma's a bitch.
Cindie
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I wonder how Andy's "friend" the wood infesting Primitive is getting along out in Seattle with all of that ill-gotten money?
I wonder if he kept the puppy that he bought right in the middle of this whole fiasco when they supposedly had no money?
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Yeah, I'd love to see a "where are they now?" story :-)
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I am temporarily derailed this weekend, but anyway, for those not up to date, this is what actually happened, in real life--please notice it has no connection with what happened during the Scamdal:
(a) In October 2004, the late red round one began getting ill.
(b) In January 2005, a preliminary diagnosis of the problem was made.
(c) In late February, early March 2005, the late red round one was in a hospital in Seattle, in an attempt to see if anything, anything at all could be done. Alas, nothing could be done.
(d) Doug's ex-wife started the "fund-raiser," for motives known only to her, in late April 2005.
(e) In mid-May 2005, to suppress criticism of the "fund-raiser," Doug's ex-wife contacted the owner of a conservative web-site and a private individual peripherally involved, frankly admitting that there was no hope for the late red round one; that he was dying.
(f) The "fund-raiser" continued.
(g) The late red round one spent most of May and part of June 2005 visiting friends in New Jersey and New York (having earlier done a stint in Ohio and Tennessee).
(h) The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005.
Those are the real life facts which, as already mentioned, have no relation to the Scamdal.
Only one person knows why the Scamdal occurred, but with her cerebral faculties petrified, fossilized, clogged up, by the overuse of mind-altering pharmaceuticals, probably she no longer remembers.
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Frank...ya forgot by mid July 05..."Freepers killed Andy"
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I am temporarily derailed this weekend, but anyway, for those not up to date, this is what actually happened, in real life--please notice it has no connection with what happened during the Scamdal:
(a) In October 2004, the late red round one began getting ill.
(b) In January 2005, a preliminary diagnosis of the problem was made.
The problem is...no one (including Beth) knew exactly what that diagnosis was. No evidence was provided...those that were submitted as "proof" were rather dubious. Still, it was like no other fund raiser I'd ever seen. Even when one finds a donation jar at a 7-11 or one's local grocery store asking for donations to help a child, or a mother, or father, or grandmother...there is more information provided on the side of the jar than those raising funds for Andy did. There's always an explanation of what the problem is, what specifically needs to be done (i.e. what the funds are being raised for), and a contact number if anyone has any questions. Most people are more than willing to answer questions, especially if doing so means their loved one/friend/neighbor gets even one step closer to needed medical treatment.
Not so with this fiasco. People that asked questions were called every name in the book. Most questions were genuine attempts to understand what was going on and what was needed. At one point Johns Hopkins was THE place to be because the one who used to "serenade" the fund raising threads by copying and pasting song lyrics had some baseball player or manager or something, pulled strings to get the healthiest pancreatic cancer patient in history into some study or other. Eventually that was proved incorrect. Then it was that JH had the best survival rate. Except then it was revealed that Virginia Mason, a hospital right in Andy's own back yard (and they accepted Medicaid) protocols were SO successful even the esteemed Johns Hopkins and Mayo Clinic used them.
There was one excuse after another for why lifesaving surgery was postponed. Freepers, Johns Hopkins insisting the entire amount be paid BEFORE they would save a dying cancer patient's life, the check was lost in the mail, the check was on some mail clerks desk (as I recall some dust bunny person who worked at JH seemed to know EXACTLY where to go to straighten that out), etc. Perhaps if they'd done what most other people do when raising funds and opened a bank account so people could just directly deposit their gifts. But there was paypal, Amazon, and Andy's home address. Poor Beth had to count on people remembering to email her when they sent a donation because none of the money went through her...it all went straight to Andy. One can't even say for sure how much was raised.
Poor Bethie...I think that whole thing is what finally took her completely over the edge. It was definitely the last straw for Doug. Who can blame him? When one's wife devotes every waking hour to some gay guy she's never even met, what does one expect? Poor guy, she even auctioned him off. He had to perform at some moonbat's birthday party or something.
Cindie
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I love ya frank :)
You can always tell a story very well.
I love the one about Dougs ex wife the best :)
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There was one excuse after another for why lifesaving surgery was postponed. Freepers, Johns Hopkins insisting the entire amount be paid BEFORE they would save a dying cancer patient's life, the check was lost in the mail, the check was on some mail clerks desk (as I recall some dust bunny person who worked at JH seemed to know EXACTLY where to go to straighten that out), etc. Perhaps if they'd done what most other people do when raising funds and opened a bank account so people could just directly deposit their gifts. But there was paypal, Amazon, and Andy's home address. Poor Beth had to count on people remembering to email her when they sent a donation because none of the money went through her...it all went straight to Andy. One can't even say for sure how much was raised.
Cindie
I don't remember much about it anymore, but I do remember the illogical tragedy of errors which always had an implausably logical explaination. It got to be more than my mental laughtrack could handle.
"The Johns Hopkins mailroom delivered the check to the wrong desk where it sat until a nun opened it thinking there was a tissue inside so she could blow her nose. Her snot ruined the printing on the check, so it had to be returned and a new check issued, which was accidentally sent to a Mr. John A. Hopkiss in Rollo, MO."
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I don't remember much about it anymore, but I do remember the illogical tragedy of errors which always had an implausably logical explaination. It got to be more than my mental laughtrack could handle.
"The Johns Hopkins mailroom delivered the check to the wrong desk where it sat until a nun opened it thinking there was a tissue inside so she could blow her nose. Her snot ruined the printing on the check, so it had to be returned and a new check issued, which was accidentally sent to a Mr. John A. Hopkiss in Rollo, MO."
Actually, what was alleged was that the money order got lost in the mail-room at Johns Hopkins, and some primitives broke into there in the middle of the night to search for it, and found it.
Kerchiefs covering their faces, soft shoes, flashlights, the whole bit.
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Actually, what was alleged was that the money order got lost in the mail-room at Johns Hopkins, and some primitives broke into there in the middle of the night to search for it, and found it.
Kerchiefs covering their faces, soft shoes, flashlights, the whole bit.
Did anyone actually believe that ridiculous explanation?
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Did anyone actually believe that ridiculous explanation?
The primitives did.
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Poor Bethie...I think that whole thing is what finally took her completely over the edge. It was definitely the last straw for Doug. Who can blame him? When one's wife devotes every waking hour to some gay guy she's never even met, what does one expect? Poor guy, she even auctioned him off. He had to perform at some moonbat's birthday party or something.
That's what freaked me out, when I learned of it; that Doug's ex-wife had never in real life met the late red round one. She "knew" him only through the internet and a few telephone calls, nothing more.
Early on, I had been surprised when my fellow alum Skins commented that he too had never met the late red round one; that if walking by him on the sidewalk, my fellow alum wouldn't know him from Adam.
I thought, wow, Skins never meeting one of the stars of Skins's island?
Sometime later I learned that there had been a good reason for this; the late red round one, Doug's ex-wife, and the Andyites, had never even come ashore onto Skins's island until November 2004, only five months before the Scamdal, and so they were far from old-timers. They were newbies, and it should be no wonder my fellow alum never met them.
Which led to a new puzzlement; here, the newbie Doug's ex-wife was pulling Skins's island down into the gutter, ruining its reputation, making it a laughingstock--and Skins never exiled her. I mean, it wasn't like the newbie Doug's ex-wife had credentials as a long-standing primitive, such as like the Bostonian Drunkard, who had been around since, almost, Day One.
And for a newbie, Doug's ex-wife ran roughshod over the rules. There was, for example, permission give for one, and no more than one, fund-raising thread, but they multiplied almost from the beginning.
My fellow alum folded and folded and folded, like one of these great big cardboard boxes that continually folds itself up into something the size of a spitball.
Yeah, Doug's ex-wife put him up for "auction" on eBay, for a one-night stand-up comedy appearance. I have no idea how he was (is) as a comedian, but it seemed to me probably the minimum asking price was too high--something like $6000 or $8000, plus travel expenses. He never sold.
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Did anyone actually believe that ridiculous explanation?
By the way, sir, the mail-room at Johns Hopkins is manned 24 hours a day; it's not like they shut off the lights at 5:00 p.m., shut the door and lock it and leave.
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I remember the Scamdy affair, but only bits and pieces. It was quite a mess.
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Maybe in bad taste but from reading through this thread .... probably not.
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:-)
KC
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Yeah, Doug's ex-wife put him up for "auction" on eBay, for a one-night stand-up comedy appearance. I have no idea how he was (is) as a comedian, but it seemed to me probably the minimum asking price was too high--something like $6000 or $8000, plus travel expenses. He never sold.
Well, he used to be funny, as I recall. He even won the SF International Stand Up award (was also won by Robin Williams and Dana Carvey). There was a bunch of comics we'd go see when I was in college and he was part of the group...Michael Pritchard, Dana Carvey, Bobby Slayton. I don't know about now, though. I don't know if I could maintain my sense of humor if I was married to a screeching, mentally deranged harpy. He pretty much had the basic San Fran liberal sense of humor, which was pretty funny when I 20. But I also thought blue hair was cool then too.
Cindie
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I don't know if I could maintain my sense of humor if I was married to a screeching, mentally deranged harpy.
Remember towards the end, after the whole thing had fallen apart?
Remember that Doug's ex-wife was paranoiacally alleged that she had been followed by Scamdy in real life? That there were all of these strange men on the streets of San Francisco tailing her everywhere she went?
Which of course was utter nonsense.
And then that one afternoon Doug's ex-wife posted about a "friend" of the late red round one, an employee of an elections office, had contacted her, saying that strange men had been following her, too. Doug's ex-wife gave all the details.
By chance or design, soon thereafter appeared a new bonfire on Skins's island, with a news story about this "friend" of the late red round one being arrested for election fraud in Seattle, after a long investigation by law-enforcement. This was the same individual Doug's ex-wife had identified in her own bonfire.
Doug's ex-wife popped into the second bonfire, commenting, "Who is she? I've never heard of her."
What a ****ing liar.
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I remember the Scamdy affair, but only bits and pieces. It was quite a mess.
Yeah.
I detailed what actually happened in real life, a couple of pages ago.
Please notice that what actually happened in real life bore no resemblence at all to the Scamdal on the internet.
As I mentioned, Doug's ex-wife graduated from high school 35+ years ago, but she never really left high school.
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Remember towards the end, after the whole thing had fallen apart?
Remember that Doug's ex-wife was paranoiacally alleged that she had been followed by Scamdy in real life? That there were all of these strange men on the streets of San Francisco tailing her everywhere she went?
Which of course was utter nonsense.
And then that one afternoon Doug's ex-wife posted about a "friend" of the late red round one, an employee of an elections office, had contacted her, saying that strange men had been following her, too. Doug's ex-wife gave all the details.
By chance or design, soon thereafter appeared a new bonfire on Skins's island, with a news story about this "friend" of the late red round one being arrested for election fraud in Seattle, after a long investigation by law-enforcement. This was the same individual Doug's ex-wife had identified in her own bonfire.
Doug's ex-wife popped into the second bonfire, commenting, "Who is she? I've never heard of her."
What a ****ing liar.
Oh yeah, wasn't her name Julie? It was one of sexpat's many backpedals.
Cindie
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I remember that....
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I am temporarily derailed this weekend, but anyway, for those not up to date, this is what actually happened, in real life--please notice it has no connection with what happened during the Scamdal:
(a) In October 2004, the late red round one began getting ill.
(b) In January 2005, a preliminary diagnosis of the problem was made.
(c) In late February, early March 2005, the late red round one was in a hospital in Seattle, in an attempt to see if anything, anything at all could be done. Alas, nothing could be done.
(d) Doug's ex-wife started the "fund-raiser," for motives known only to her, in late April 2005.
(e) In mid-May 2005, to suppress criticism of the "fund-raiser," Doug's ex-wife contacted the owner of a conservative web-site and a private individual peripherally involved, frankly admitting that there was no hope for the late red round one; that he was dying.
(f) The "fund-raiser" continued.
(g) The late red round one spent most of May and part of June 2005 visiting friends in New Jersey and New York (having earlier done a stint in Ohio and Tennessee).
(h) The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005.
Those are the real life facts which, as already mentioned, have no relation to the Scamdal.
Only one person knows why the Scamdal occurred, but with her cerebral faculties petrified, fossilized, clogged up, by the overuse of mind-altering pharmaceuticals, probably she no longer remembers.
Explain this:
"The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005."
I though he died in Baltimore at JH Hospital. Are you saying he was never at JH?
Also frank, in your best estimation, how much money was raised and who ended up with how much?
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Explain this:
"The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005."
I though he died in Baltimore at JH Hospital. Are you saying he was never at JH?
Also frank, in your best estimation, how much money was raised and who ended up with how much?
No, no, sir. The late red round one was never anywhere in the vicinity of Johns Hopkins. When he was back east in May, part of June, 2005, he was in New Jersey and New York with friends.
The late red round one died in Seattle on July 7, 2005, surrounded by family and friends--and a Lutheran pastor--but no primitives from Skins's island; it needs particularly noted that Seattle is just straight up the road from San Francisco, but Doug's ex-wife never went there for the funeral.
The Bostonian Drunkard, his first-class travel expenses borne by someone unknown, went to the funeral itself and delivered a "eulogy" which must have been nine and a half hours long. It's not known if any other primitives attended.
There is an error on the certificate of death; the physician was obviously someone for whom English is a second language, and got the primary, secondary, and tertiary causes of death mixed up. She listed the primary cause as tertiary, and the tertiary cause as primary.
Those of us who have worked with certificates of death, including yours truly, can see the error right away. It's a harmless thing, it means nothing malicious, other than that the physician had a grasp of English lesser than her original language.
I freaked when I learned anybody can get anybody's certificate of death from Washington state, for any reason whatsoever; that's the law there. Here in Nebraska, nobody can get a certificate of death unless an interested party--that is, until that person has been dead 75 years, after which it's okay.
For the record, the late red round one had once been married (to a woman) down in Texas, and enlisted in the U.S. Navy.
I can't even guess how much money was raised; I am in the minority, but I believe it was far, far, far less than $50,000, and that a good part of it was actually from decent and civilized people on this side who sincerely felt saddened by the tragedy (as we all did), but whose wallets were too accessible at the moment.
(The primitives are notoriously tight; please notice how long it took them to raise money for Pa Kettle after he became the Democrat candidate for president. It took them longer to raise the same amount, than it took them four years earlier, when the Bostonian Billionaire was the Democrat candidate--which shows, one reasonably assumes, the racism of the primitives; they were happy to raise money for a rich white guy, but more hesitant about giving money to a black guy.)
As mentioned earlier in this thread, my own contribution was never cashed (a post office money order), and so probably other contributions sent by mail weren't either.
As for the money in the late red round one's Paypal account--an account which showed a four-figure balance before the Scamdal got underway--I dunno.
The late red round one apparently died intestate; without a will.
It would be nice if the late red round one's survivors--his aged elderly mother and his brothers and sisters--ended up with the money, but I rather suspect sooner or later it's going to show up on the Washington state treasurer's list of "unclaimed property."
Again, it's my minority opinion--but less of a minority than on other issues--that the late red round one himself was involved very little in the Scamdal; that he just went along with Doug's ex-wife. Please note the late red round one posted only rarely on Skins's island during the Scamdal, and most of those posts involved things other than the "fund-raiser;" about meeting with friends and somesuch.
The late red round one was dying, and knew it; and apparently after the initial shock, accepted it with equinamity. He had other things on his mind the last three months of his life, and one can easily see Doug's ex-wife, being really stupid, proposing something, and the late red round one, just to be agreeable, said, "yeah, sure."
In other words, the late red round one was used by Doug's ex-wife, for her own purposes of ego.
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I remember that....
You remember one of the first ridiculous things, too?
When the Scamdal got underway, Doug's ex-wife commented that she wanted $50,000 within days, not because of the "scheduled" surgery, but because the Leona Helmsley of DUmmieland, the "flyarm" primitive, was leaving soon on a shopping spree in Paris.
Whoa.
You see, Leona and the late red round one were allegedly really good friends.
Leona, in her early 60s, is married to the radio announcer for the Baltimore Orioles baseball team, and lives in both New Jersey and Florida, although she claims Florida as her residence for income-tax purposes, taxes being cheaper down there than up there. She has a palatial Streisandian estate in New Jersey, but was a delegate to the 2004 Democrat National Convention from.....Florida.
Well, Leona and the late red round one were allegedly really good friends.
And the speed-bump was this: what?--Leona and the late red round one were good friends, close friends, dear friends, and Leona's leaving him in his time of need just to go buy some fashions in Paris? What kind of friend is that?
Leona did in fact go to Paris to spend a great deal of her husband's money, which led to two conclusions: either the late red round one was not seriously ill (in which case his close dear friend could safely leave for a while), or the late red round one was already dying, and his friends knew it (in which case his close dear friend could leave for a while, because there was nothing one could do about anything).
The second conclusion is probably the correct one.
Doug's ex-wife really didn't think things through.
Leona's a fascinating primitive, in fact a first-tier primitive, the second-highest ranking on Skins's island. She was once a working girl, an airline stewardess, back when airplanes still had propellers. She obviously had a hard life the first third of it, and perhaps still has some callouses.
Happily, she met money and married money.
I actually have some feelings of warmth and affection for Leona; she likes garish, flashy, extravagant loud clothing, including big hats, and I imagine she's at least a little bossy and brassy. She reminds me of a favorite aunt of mine, another working girl (registered nurse), who met money and married money, and who had the same tastes, loud and garish and brassy, and who coincidentally was from New Jersey too.
I've always given Leona a hard time, but deep down, I have some sincere affection for her.
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I remember that....
And how about the "Miss Waverly" primitive?
Doug's ex-wife alleged the waivering primitive lived in Baltimore, and actually worked in the billing office at Johns Hopkins hospital.
This was a really big red flag.
Now, if the waiving primitive worked right there in the billing office, why not direct donations there, to her? She was right there on the spot, in a position to do something immediately with the funds.
And since there was allegedly an urgent, immediate, need for funds, this would have saved a great deal of time.
But as we all know now, there was never an urgent, immediate need for funds.
Unrelated to the waivering primitive, there was also the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive, who allegedly lived in Chicago, and in fact only a couple of bus rides up the road from Fat Che's residence down in Elgin.
For a time, there was much speculation that the waivering primitive and the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive were sockpuppets of the late red round one, but apparently not.
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And how about the "Miss Waverly" primitive?
Doug's ex-wife alleged the waivering primitive lived in Baltimore, and actually worked in the billing office at Johns Hopkins hospital.
This was a really big red flag.
Now, if the waiving primitive worked right there in the billing office, why not direct donations there, to her? She was right there on the spot, in a position to do something immediately with the funds.
And since there was allegedly an urgent, immediate, need for funds, this would have saved a great deal of time.
But as we all know now, there was never an urgent, immediate need for funds.
Unrelated to the waivering primitive, there was also the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive, who allegedly lived in Chicago, and in fact only a couple of bus rides up the road from Fat Che's residence down in Elgin.
For a time, there was much speculation that the waivering primitive and the GreatAuntofTriplets primitive were sockpuppets of the late red round one, but apparently not.
Miss Waverly! I think she's the one I was trying to remember...I think she's the one with the dust bunny problem (hiding under the furniture like the boogie man). She goes absolutely red-faced with seething rage when someone suggests that blob of tissue being sucked out of a woman's womb just MIGHT be at least pre-human.
I also remember the day the alleged surgery occurred Skinner was given a number to call to confirm the healthiest pancreatic cancer patient in history was actually at JH. It wasn't, as one would expect admitting, the oncology ward, even the main switchboard. No, Skinner was given a number to the BUSINESS office. Didn't one of the Andyites work there, one of those angry armpit hair girls? I didn't even know women were capable of having that much armpit hair. Anyway, it was confirmed he was there. Doing what I don't know but he felt well enough a couple of hours later to take smiling pictures with a nurse and Termite (who at least took time off from the bathroom remodel to visit his life partner in the hospital).
I found that whole process interesting because when I called the hospital in Seattle, (the one with all those insects running loose and not an exterminator in sight) I just asked at the main switchboard whether he was there. They immediately connected me to the nurses station on the floor he was on. It wasn't oncology, which I thought was weird, he was in the gastrointestinal ward. Maybe he ate too much and those stomach staples were ripping out or something. Or the little dog scratched them loose.
It was sad because he died just a few hours after he'd done the Seattle Weekly article. Nurse Nancy, the nurse practitioner who was Andy's primary care person, the one who could have filled out an online referral on the JH website and gotten her patient in immediately with the health care costs being borne by the fine people of Washington state and the US government. She'd been gushing about how Andy was so great because he'd done all this research about the best place to have pancreatic surgery and picked the best place. It always seemed weird to me...why wouldn't one's primary care person recommend a hospital in one's own backyard, one so successful that the best pancreatic cancer hospitals in the country were using its protocols? It would've saved so much wear and tear on his body. Of course it also would've meant he couldn't take the Dinner and Drinks tour across the US on his way to have surgery. The saddest part is, it was such a comedy of errors. The Keystone Cops kind. But he sure was the belle of the DU ball for a while. Sexpat was hoping for prom queen to his king, but alas, he perished before the last dance.
Cindie
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Oh my, Delilah, madam.
You're resurrecting some memories.
I forgot all about the cockroaches at the hospital in Seattle.
And Nurse Nancy.
When I telephoned Johns Hopkins the same morning my fellow alum Skins did, per the suggestion of Speed_Addiction of the DUmmie FUnnies, I spoke with the admissions office, not the business office or any other office, and was told there was no one with that name admitted, or soon to be admitted.
Sometime in mid-June, the late red round one had some sort of surgery back east, not as major as he had had four months earlier in Seattle; the surgery that caused his post-operative infection that ultimately was the primary cause of death.
But by mid-June the late red round one was weaker; this was probably an "emergency" sort of deal, not anything that could help the cancer, which nothing could.
I have no idea where that surgery was performed, other than that it was not at Johns Hopkins. One would probably have to check with every hospital from, say, Ashford, Connecticut, clear down to Newport News, Virginia.
There was a bonfire about a bunch of primitives visiting the late red round one after an operation, as if a horde of primitives had gone there. But it was a fake; the primitives alleging to be by the late red round one's bedside, including the sensitive lad, Atman Jr., chatting on a cellular telephone near sensitive medical equipment.
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Not knowing all the details at the time, I always felt it was strange he was sick and instead of getting surgery he was running all over the country doing the vote fraud speaking tour thing. It seemed like an act of desperation and panic, to give one's life a legacy from the fear that nothing one had done in life had much meaning. Near the end I remember him wearing a hat or something with the slogan or the initials of the slogan of the paper ballet organization.
That always seemed the saddest part to me, I don't know why. Maybe I'm projecting my own personal metaphysics onto it.
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Not knowing all the details at the time, I always felt it was strange he was sick and instead of getting surgery he was running all over the country doing the vote fraud speaking tour thing. It seemed like an act of desperation and panic, to give one's life a legacy from the fear that nothing one had done in life had much meaning. Near the end I remember him wearing a hat or something with the slogan or the initials of the slogan of the paper ballet organization.
That always seemed the saddest part to me, I don't know why. Maybe I'm projecting my own personal metaphysics onto it.
I wasn't well read about the situation either. I remember thinking at the time how the guy had to either be very emotionally immature (as many homosexuals are) or in complete denial about the seriousness of his illness (as we were lead to believe by the DU cheerleaders). Who the hell cares about politics when one foot is in the grave and the other one is coated in grease?
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You know, we had a couple of top-of-the-line, deep researchers on Scamdy; people who made LibraryLady of our old home look like a beginning amateur. And as LibraryLady is no amateur, that says a great deal for these two other people.
All research was strictly internet only, no going out into real life.
One was in fact shocked at how indiscreet the primitives can be, as if no one is going to read what they write, view the photographs they post.
It took a while to separate the chaff from the waste; the primitives allegedly but not really involved in the Scamdal, and the primitives allegedly and deeply involved in the Scamdal.
For the most part, we were never really sure, and so kept files on all of them.
About 99% of the information--collected from the primitives' own mouths, remember--ended up being useless, such as the malicious cartoon character primitive's money, marital, and legal woes, or the methamphetimine primitive's criminal woes, as they weren't directly involved in the Scamdal.
We collected all this really good dirt, but had no use for it.
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At some point, I myself tried to recruit Fat Che for Scamdy; the others thought it was a bad, bad, bad idea, but as they thought Fat Che wasn't as smart as I thought he was, they didn't worry about it, figuring Fat Che would spurn my overtures anyway.
There was a smaller site associated with Scamdy, operated by MistyMemory, on which Fat Che using a really stupid screen-name, was active. It was from there that I made my approaches to Fat Che, who ignored them.
Obviously Fat Che wasn't as smart as I thought he was.
The others were fearful that Fat Che would spill the beans on us.
I had no such fears; there were three members of Scamdy who could've kept Fat Che in line, no problem at all.
Fat Che would've been very useful to us.
And what would've been in it, for Fat Che?
As already mentioned, we had accumulated all this really good dirt, all this embarrassing information on primitives, but which was information useless to us, as it wasn't connected with the Scamdal.
Fat Che is the malicious, predatory, snooping, blackmailing sort, and would've found many useful uses for the material we garnered, for his own dirty obscene filthy depraved ends.
It was a win-win situation.
But alas Fat Che wasn't as smart as I had thought he was.
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Of course not... he was just another DUmmie after all
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Of course not... he was just another DUmmie after all
One of the funniest sights for me, personally, was the way Mom, the primitive woman bothered by cold weather, the Polynesian queen primitive, the "troubleinwinter" primitive, a prominent Andyite, lustily pursued Fat Che, practically drooling for him.
Mom, never having been privy to the "personal" ads placed by Fat Che, had no idea, absolutely no idea, what a Great Depravity Fat Che was, and is.
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Of course not... he was just another DUmmie after all.
Uh-huh.
And Doug's ex-wife was the stupidest of them all.
We made plenty of mistakes at Scamdy, but Doug's ex-wife made one mistake (out of hundreds) that was a real whopper, discounting the sheer numbers and power of freerepublic, P-J Comix's DUmmie FUnnies, and to a lesser extent, our old home.
To Doug's ex-wife, freerepublic was just "six old men in plaid pants sitting at their computers using sockpuppets."
Man, talk about totally underestimating, suicidally underestimating, one's opponents.
If Doug's ex-wife had been a sane rational person, she would've perched herself in the DUmmie FUnnies to read what was said as soon as it was said, and then immediately formulated strategies, answers, excuses.
But as it was, Doug's ex-wife kept ignoring those in favor of open and honest fund-raisers, the result being that she was always three, four, days behind, in trying to make the story fit the.....story.
She was really out of sync.
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Rereading all of this reminded me of the conclusions I drew back then, surrounding the scandal.
That it was less of a scandal and more the effect of several self-centered people who have hitched their train to Andy for their own selfish reasons, and when he passed, it became the most frenzied game of hot-potato ever played.
They all tried to rewrite history simultaneously, and created several conflicting bouncies, which were then sloppily bound together as Bush's/Freepers fault.
the word 'scandal' makes the appearance of at least some sort of organized process. In the case of this event, there was none -- or more correctly too many organized processes going on at once.
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Rereading all of this reminded me of the conclusions I drew back then, surrounding the scandal.
That it was less of a scandal and more the effect of several self-centered people who have hitched their train to Andy for their own selfish reasons, and when he passed, it became the most frenzied game of hot-potato ever played.
They all tried to rewrite history simultaneously, and created several conflicting bouncies, which were then sloppily bound together as Bush's/Freepers fault.
You got it.
You hit the nail on the head.
That's it.
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Rereading all of this reminded me of the conclusions I drew back then, surrounding the scandal.
That it was less of a scandal and more the effect of several self-centered people who have hitched their train to Andy for their own selfish reasons, and when he passed, it became the most frenzied game of hot-potato ever played.
They all tried to rewrite history simultaneously, and created several conflicting bouncies, which were then sloppily bound together as Bush's/Freepers fault.
the word 'scandal' makes the appearance of at least some sort of organized process. In the case of this event, there was none -- or more correctly too many organized processes going on at once.
It was a scandal in the sense that they were taking money from people who could ill afford it. Some who were in college would send in part of their financial aid check (making us all contribute to this sham). The worst, though, was the people who were about to have their electricity turned off but felt helping someone having lifesaving surgery was more important than being able to see in the dark, have heat, or hot water to take showers. The saddest one (this one has stuck with me all this time because it's beyond cruel) is the lady who had breast cancer. She had a child and was living on disability. She sent more than she could afford because while there was no hope for her, she was beyond a cure, she wanted to give to Andy because he might be able to be helped. And they took her money. Andy and Beth. There was absolutely no shame. What kind of person does something like that?
Cindie
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More memories:
This is something that took place on another web-site, not on Skins's island.
When the Bostonian Drunkard brouhuahua broke out, the "liberalnurse" primitive was at this other web-site (which makes me think it was a web-site with which the Bostonian Drunkard was connected), defending the fund-raiser, with her usual colorful vocabulary-challenged language, as usual.
There was one guy there, a middle-aged diabetic, legless because of gangrene and thus confined to a wheelchair. He subsisted on $520 social security disability, and had donated $200 to the "cause."
Upon hearing it was a fraud, he arose, standing up out of his wheelchair, in sheer fury and indignation that he had been lied to.
The "liberalnurse" primitive used every invective in the dictionary to curse him, this poor guy.
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I'm going to "un-sticky" this now, to let the thread float downward.
However, the next time the primitives on Skins's island yap about how "freepers killed Andy," I guess I'll "re-sticky" it again, for additional, newer, comments.
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x2924776
Oh crap I remember all that shit!
The DUmmy went into cardiac arrest in his basement when he found his fingers dragging the bottom of an empty Cheeto's bag.
There are many blessings we receive in life and that was one of the best.
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It was a scandal in the sense that they were taking money from people who could ill afford it. Some who were in college would send in part of their financial aid check (making us all contribute to this sham). The worst, though, was the people who were about to have their electricity turned off but felt helping someone having lifesaving surgery was more important than being able to see in the dark, have heat, or hot water to take showers. The saddest one (this one has stuck with me all this time because it's beyond cruel) is the lady who had breast cancer. She had a child and was living on disability. She sent more than she could afford because while there was no hope for her, she was beyond a cure, she wanted to give to Andy because he might be able to be helped. And they took her money. Andy and Beth. There was absolutely no shame. What kind of person does something like that?
Cindie
Oh, I didn't mean to imply it hadn't become a scam to benefit some at the expense of others. I'm certain there are many who lost money through sloppy management, or third parties who milked this unfortunate circumstance for their own personal gain. I just feel that scandal lends a sense of organized, thoughtful criminal activity. In this case it was a handful of opportunists doing their own thing without any regard of each others ambitions.
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I joined CU about the time it all came to a head....I also remember it being quite odd that Andy's obituary only appeared in a "underground" newspaper.
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blm (1000+ posts) Sat May-02-09 10:16 AM
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40. That asshat isn't the REAL Frank Solich (Neb coach), right? Isn't he the one using Solich's name
who also smeared Andy as lying about his medical condition?
The REAL Frankie Solich wouldn't betray his Holy Name upbringing to lie a dying man into an early grave. Holy Namers were brought up to be generous to the needy and to extend a hand to the outcast and the ill.
That evil asshat on FR can't POSSIBLY be the REAL Frankie Solich.
Well, as the bowel movement primitive, the "blm" primitive, brought up the issue, here it is, the facts, stickied again.
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Well, as a newbie here, all I can say is Wow. Just wow. After reading the whole thread, it tickled at my brain, and I remembered reading bits and pieces of this story long ago, but didn't have a clue what it all meant. You guys would be surprised reading this through my filter. It is amazing in its sheer insanity, vanity and carelessness that it shows those people to be. Thanks for posting so much and letting those of us who only peripherally understand those on the island. I find the whole thing terribly sad, for many, many different reasons.
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Wasn't there a concern with the DUmmies also about Andy and his partner having a $600K home, yet looking for relief on Andy's medical expenses because he was "indigent"?
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Well, as the bowel movement primitive, the "blm" primitive, brought up the issue, here it is, the facts, stickied again.
Let's not forget all the threats on your life, too, frank. Including that James Dean guy (I think that's his name...he liked baseball I think and lived in So. Cal.) who never could figure out what side he was on. I guess you're still waiting for Will Pitt's trust fund lawsuit? It's probably a good thing he never went through with it given this lousy Obama economy. I bet that trust fund's dwindling rapidly.
Cindie
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Well, as a newbie here, all I can say is Wow. Just wow. After reading the whole thread, it tickled at my brain, and I remembered reading bits and pieces of this story long ago, but didn't have a clue what it all meant. You guys would be surprised reading this through my filter. It is amazing in its sheer insanity, vanity and carelessness that it shows those people to be. Thanks for posting so much and letting those of us who only peripherally understand those on the island. I find the whole thing terribly sad, for many, many different reasons.
But always keep this in mind, when reading of the Scamdal:
.....this is what actually happened, in real life--please notice it has no connection with what happened during the Scamdal:
(a) In October 2004, the late red round one began getting ill.
(b) In January 2005, a preliminary diagnosis of the problem was made.
(c) In late February, early March 2005, the late red round one was in a hospital in Seattle, in an attempt to see if anything, anything at all could be done. Alas, nothing could be done.
(d) Doug's ex-wife started the "fund-raiser," for motives known only to her, in late April 2005.
(e) In mid-May 2005, to suppress criticism of the "fund-raiser," Doug's ex-wife contacted the owner of a conservative web-site and a private individual peripherally involved, frankly admitting that there was no hope for the late red round one; that he was dying.
(f) The "fund-raiser" continued.
(g) The late red round one spent most of May and part of June 2005 visiting friends in New Jersey and New York (having earlier done a stint in Ohio and Tennessee).
(h) The late red round one returned to Seattle in late June 2005, and was immediately hospitalized, dying in early July 2005.
Those are the real life facts which, as already mentioned, have no relation to the Scamdal.....
What actually happened, and the Scamdal, are two wholly different things.
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Wasn't there a concern with the DUmmies also about Andy and his partner having a $600K home, yet looking for relief on Andy's medical expenses because he was "indigent"?
Yeah, some more-preceptive primitives did mention that.
That was some time after May 7, 2005, after it became obvious this was no honest fund-raiser for any honest cause.
And so it was a nice point to make, but irrelevant to what was really going on in real life.
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Let's not forget all the threats on your life, too, frank. Including that James Dean guy (I think that's his name...he liked baseball I think and lived in So. Cal.) who never could figure out what side he was on. I guess you're still waiting for Will Pitt's trust fund lawsuit? It's probably a good thing he never went through with it given this lousy Obama economy. I bet that trust fund's dwindling rapidly.
I don't recall the James Dean primitive, but of course there was so much going on that lots of stuff eluded me.
I was just the "rodeo clown," meant to distract the primitives while there were others much more intelligent, much more wise, much more thorough, working on checking things out. And the primitives fell for it hook, line, and sinker, thinking franksolich was the brains of the outfit.
You of course remember that was when the DUmmie ALERT!s on the DUmmie FUnnies got started. Because I tend to be a lone wolf, and not a team member, while everybody else was working in unison, franksolich was out somewhere wandering to the tune of a different drummer. I'm sure some of those DUmmie ALERT!s caught the other members of Scamdy off guard, by surprise.
However, there were no ill feelings because of these unanticipated findings; it was always as if I was a member of a football team on a part of the field I wasn't supposed to be, or expected to be, and successfully intercepted many primitive passes or scored many touchdowns for decent and civilized people; feats that couldn't have been done if I were where I was supposed to be, doing what I was supposed to be doing.
The tip-off that something "big" was to come, was whenever on the DUmmie FUnnies, I casually commented, as if only a trivial detail, that I had to run to town to get some cigarettes.....and then during my absence, the primitives got rocked again.
The bad thing was--and it probably delayed figuring out what was going on--was that many people--the general public, members of the DUmmie FUnnies, decent and civilized people, and even primitives--assuming that I was the "brains" of the outfit, passed on information to me, some of them even via my super-secret real e-mail address or the U.S. mails.
There was so much information, mountains and mountains of information.
As a result, I got "information overload;" it was just too too much, and all I could do was sit there in paralytic inaction.
Much of this stuff was passed on to the people doing the real work in Scamdy, but not all of it. As everyone involved was overworked, I tried to "evaluate" the information before bothering anybody else with it, but I made some wrong calls. I was after all not an attorney or banker or financier or real-estate agent, and so had no idea what was "good" stuff and what was useless stuff.
In retrospect, I guess I should have just passed all this stuff on, all of it, every bit of it, to a former employer of the late red round one, who WAS NOT involved in Scamdy in any way whatsoever, who had NOTHING to do with Scamdy, but who has a deserved reputation for knowing things legal and banking and finance and real-estate, and is known in fact to be bright, sharp, perceptive, and principled.
I should have just passed on these mountains of information to this person, letting this person separate the wheat from the chaff, after which I would pass on the wheat to other members of Scamdy.
And thus the Scamdal would have been exposed much earlier.
But alas, I didn't do that. One learns.
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Cruising for other information I hit upon AA's diary at KosKids about this.
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2005/6/13/182643/328
Wanted to add these: http://www.seattleweekly.com/2005-07-13/news/a-fight-to-the-end/
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x4049596
http://www.seattleweekly.com/2005-07-06/news/cancerous-campaign/
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[quote"I am prepared for whatever the outcome is," Stephenson says. "I want to live—I don't want to die—but if not, I've left a legacy."[/quote]
Legacy?????????? Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Same as Bev Harris, huh? Hahahahahahahahaha!
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Yeah, some more-preceptive primitives did mention that.
That was some time after May 7, 2005, after it became obvious this was no honest fund-raiser for any honest cause.
And so it was a nice point to make, but irrelevant to what was really going on in real life.
And then to add fuel to the fire...right in the middle of thw whole mess...Termite goes and buys a puppy with...IIRC money from donations for the surgery.
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And then to add fuel to the fire...right in the middle of thw whole mess...Termite goes and buys a puppy with...IIRC money from donations for the surgery.
You know, it was always my impression the primitive "termite" wasn't really the late red round one's "partner," but a made up primitive, or a real primitive playing the role of the late red round one's "partner," or that the primitive "termite" was in fact the late red round one's "partner," but reluctant about this whole deal.
If one reads the termite primitive's posts, one senses there's some, uh, arm-twisting going on at the keyboard. The termite primitive didn't seem a happy camper.
What did he post?--like, maybe six times?
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What did he post?--like, maybe six times?
Looks like he posted 428 since 2003. Here's from from the late red round one about Termy that shows AS to have at least one sock puppet, God_bush_n_cheney which is doubleplusungood for 'regular' Primitives, but swell for the 'celebs'.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x181550
Andy_Stephenson Fri Aug-15-03 02:39 PM
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This morning Termite said....
Edited on Fri Aug-15-03 03:01 PM by God_bush_n_cheney
I think Bush was drunk last night in his litlte talk. This...is huge! Termite as you know does not post often and does not comment on politics very much. So when he says something like that I listen. If termite is more aware of this buffoon than ever before, why can't everyone see the chimp for what he is...a drunk imposter.
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Looks like he posted 428 since 2003. Here's from from the late red round one about Termy that shows AS to have at least one sock puppet, God_bush_n_cheney which is doubleplusungood for 'regular' Primitives, but swell for the 'celebs'.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x181550
Andy_Stephenson Fri Aug-15-03 02:39 PM
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This morning Termite said....
Edited on Fri Aug-15-03 03:01 PM by God_bush_n_cheney
I think Bush was drunk last night in his litlte talk. This...is huge! Termite as you know does not post often and does not comment on politics very much. So when he says something like that I listen. If termite is more aware of this buffoon than ever before, why can't everyone see the chimp for what he is...a drunk imposter.
It was pretty much common knowledge that the God-blessing primitive was one of the late red round one's sockpuppets, and there were speculations about some other primitive screen-names.
Four hundred and twenty-eight posts for a primitive, 2003-2005, is an awful low number of posts, indicating someone less than enthusiastic about mingling with the primitives. But of the time I speak, April 30-July 5, 2005, surely the "termite" primitive posted only six or half a dozen times; because of the then on-going Scamdal, everybody was always looking around for him.
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And at one point Termite had an account he'd lurk with at TOS