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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on January 15, 2010, 03:37:50 PM
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I've been watching Skins's island like a hawk, since the news broke yesterday (Thursday) about a colleague of the Bostonian Drunkard getting into some, uh, trouble.
There's been some campfires on Skins's island about the matter, but conspicuous by his non-presence is the one who knows the former arms-inspector better than anybody else on Skins's island, and out here in the civilized world.
When one's pal is in trouble, one is morally and socially obligated to stick up for him.
Otherwise, one's about as false and fake as a Bela Pelosi promise.
One's lower than dog excresence on the ground, if one doesn't stand up for a pal.
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One's lower than dog excresence on the ground, if one doesn't stand up for a pal.
Probably about as concise and accurate an assessment of the quality of character embodied in Mr. (and I use the term especially guardedly) Pitt as you'll find anywhere.
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I've been watching Skins's island like a hawk, since the news broke yesterday (Thursday) about a colleague of the Bostonian Drunkard getting into some, uh, trouble.
There's been some campfires on Skins's island about the matter, but conspicuous by his non-presence is the one who knows the former arms-inspector better than anybody else on Skins's island, and out here in the civilized world.
When one's pal is in trouble, one is morally and socially obligated to stick up for him.
Otherwise, one's about as false and fake as a Bela Pelosi promise.
One's lower than dog excresence on the ground, if one doesn't stand up for a pal.
Could it be that he's sharing a jail cell with Mr. Ritter?
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Probably about as concise and accurate an assessment of the quality of character embodied in Mr. (and I use the term especially guardedly) Pitt as you'll find anywhere.
Well, you know, sir, we've all had friends who at one time or another did something really stupid or unhonest or depraved or just plain ridiculous.
A gentleman makes no excuses for such a friend, a gentleman does not try to justify those acts, a gentleman does not ignore those things.....but at the same time, a gentleman does not abandon a bosom pal.
This is a clear-cut black-and-white issue; either Mr. Wm. Pitt is a gentleman, or Mr. Wm. Pitt is an ungrateful sleazeball who doesn't deserve any better than what he gives.
This is a prime opportunity for Mr. Wm. Pitt to show us he can be a gentleman.
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When the Pittster heard about Ritter, he must have thought, "There, but for the grace of Gaia,......"
I wonder if it has occurred to him that the Ritter publicity could awaken old sleeping dogs. It hasn't been long enough for the statute of limitations to have run out on his Boston middle school "problem".
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Could it be that he's sharing a jail cell with Mr. Ritter?
Possible that he's 24 business hours away from coming to a "non-disclosure agreement" with Chris Hansen, too.
:popcorn:
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When the Pittster heard about Ritter, he must have thought, "There, but for the grace of Gaia,......"
I wonder if it has occurred to him that the Ritter publicity could awaken old sleeping dogs. It hasn't been long enough for the statute of limitations to have run out on his Boston middle school "problem".
Actually, one wonders if there's something else going on under the surface.
When the Bostonian Drunkard and the discredited arms-inspector jointly wrote that book, the latter writing 84% of it, while the former bore the expenses of having it published, the latter walked away with the revenues.
Oh my.
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Actually, one wonders if there's something else going on under the surface.
When the Bostonian Drunkard and the discredited arms-inspector jointly wrote that book, the latter writing 84% of it, while the former bore the expenses of having it published, the latter walked away with the revenues.
Oh my.
Well, I'm sure the weight of those revenues wouldn't prevent him from walking with a spring in his step.
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This is a clear-cut black-and-white issue; either Mr. Wm. Pitt is a gentleman, or Mr. Wm. Pitt is an ungrateful sleazeball who doesn't deserve any better than what he gives.
I think we all know thats a two headed coin being flipped
This is a prime opportunity for Mr. Wm. Pitt to show us he can be a gentleman.
You can lead a beetle to dung....
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When the Pittster heard about Ritter, he must have thought, "There, but for the grace of Gaia,......"
I wonder if it has occurred to him that the Ritter publicity could awaken old sleeping dogs. It hasn't been long enough for the statute of limitations to have run out on his Boston middle school "problem".
Which evidently would be 27 years from either the time of reporting the incident or the victim turns 16, whichever is earlier.
Just a few more years decades Will, and you're off the hook.
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When the Pittster heard about Ritter, he must have thought, "There, but for the grace of Gaia,......"
I wonder if it has occurred to him that the Ritter publicity could awaken old sleeping dogs. It hasn't been long enough for the statute of limitations to have run out on his Boston middle school "problem".
I'm thinking pitt ratted on the pos ritter to get out of his "problem." This investigation has been going on for a bit. Have I been watching The Sopranos too much?
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From FR LINK (http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/2429567/posts)
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From FR LINK (http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/2429567/posts)
Ah, a great DUmmie FUnnies, and a double-header at that, as P-J Comix and Charles Henrickson coincidentally were working on the same campfire at the same time, without the other knowing it.
Two of them, folks, merged into one super-size.
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Ah, a great DUmmie FUnnies, and a double-header at that, as P-J Comix and Charles Henrickson coincidentally were working on the same campfire at the same time, without the other knowing it.
Two of them, folks, merged into one super-size.
Yes, thats awesome
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Someone should take this recording and his other audio/video files and re-edit them into Yoda-like self-incriminating soundbites.
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Now BEG's link is a triple-header.
Three editions of the DUmmie FUnnies rolled into one.
As usual, it's excellent.
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Well, Hell, I think we've waited long enough for the Bostonian Drunkard to stick up for his old pal, his good friend, his fellow co-author.
And it hasn't happened.
Regretably, one must then conclude the Bostonian Drunkard is no gentleman.
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Regretably, one must then conclude the Bostonian Drunkard is no gentleman.
I would have to concur, Frank
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I would have to concur, Frank.
I'm seriously thinking about demoting the Bostonian Drunkard from one of the les risibles primitives, one of the laughable ones, down to the lowestmost sewer of humanity, the utter trash and decayed shit drek primitives.
Not standing by one's friends is something I take very seriously.
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I'm seriously thinking about demoting the Bostonian Drunkard from one of the les risibles primitives, one of the laughable ones, down to the lowestmost sewer of humanity, the utter trash and decayed shit drek primitives.
Not standing by one's friends is something I take very seriously.
Wow. Serious move. The Pittster is in a death spiral! Unbelievable for the former magic man of the DUmp, and the leader in introducing the DUmmies to his silly, comical device for giving oneself instant gravitas: Inserting. A. Period. After. Every. Word.
Current DUmp stars like Pam Dawson and DUmmy Warpy need to pay heed to the Pitt lesson: No matter how brilliant and hilarious your DUmmitude may be, you can land in the gutter in less than 24 business hours.
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Wow. Serious move.
Current DUmp stars like Pam Dawson and DUmmy Warpy need to pay heed to the Pitt lesson: No matter how brilliant and hilarious your DUmmitude may be, you can land in the gutter in less than 24 business hours.
It's rather lower than the gutter, drek primitivity.
Some time ago here, I drew a "picture" of the seven tiers of primitivity, using a 12' extension ladder that stretches out to 24'. The first six rungs are bunched near the top, and then the final rung, the lowest rung, is w-a-a-a-a-y down there, with a substantial gap between the sixth tier and the seventh, and last, tier.
One has to be pretty special, to be a drek primitive, which is why there's only four primitives who qualify--the skumbag primitive (the original drek primitive), the Die alte Sau the dysmenopausal Kansas school teacher, the high-fructose corn syrup primitive, and Ms. Ed the unappellated eohippus.
What separates them from the rest of the primitives is that while the other primitives are stupid or lazy or self-centered or silly or ridiculous or preposterous or lame, drek primitives while being all that, seem motivated by some ancient strong vile dark malevolent force that surpasses all human understanding.
No human agency, and certainly not pharmaceuticals, can save them; only God can.
And it is possible even God isn't interested in saving them.
The greenbriar primitive, the TOP PRIMITIVE OF 2009, a les risibles primitive, a ridiculous primitive, is merely stupid; one could scarcely describe her as evil too.
The defrocked warped primitive, #09 TOP PRIMITIVE OF 2009, is not stupid but so wrapped up in her fantasies of being wronged by others, that she has willingly truncated most of her brain and her heart; one could scarcely describe her as evil too--blind yes, but not evil.
When considering the Bostonian Drunkard for demotion from human being to human waste, one has to carefully examine any possible motives for his turning his back on a good friend, a close pal, a co-authoring chum who propelled the Bostonian Drunkard into a household name (a household name on Skins's island) many years ago.
Is his disloyalty to the man who made him sprung from evil, or is it simply a significant character flaw in a lazy, flaccid, boryborygmous, sleazy, greasy, smelly, old drunk?
That is the question.
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Wow. Serious move. The Pittster is in a death spiral! Unbelievable for the former magic man of the DUmp, and the leader in introducing the DUmmies to his silly, comical device for giving oneself instant gravitas: Inserting. A. Period. After. Every. Word.
Current DUmp stars like Pam Dawson and DUmmy Warpy need to pay heed to the Pitt lesson: No matter how brilliant and hilarious your DUmmitude may be, you can land in the gutter in less than 24 business hours.
Kind of like Obama.