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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on October 12, 2014, 05:40:43 PM
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You know, folks, I’ve taken a lot of grief for my defense of Big Mo here.
It was grief I happily bore, thinking I was right in my evaluation of her character, and that my grief-givers were wrong.
Well no, I was wrong in my wrong-headed defenses of Big Mo, and for that, I apologize.
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I don’t do facebook, and so I was unaware Big Mo had a thing going with Fat Che, formerly “benburch†on Skins’s island.
For those who don’t know, Fat Che is that squalid, sordid, greasy, sleazy primitive who during the Scamdal more than nine years ago, threatened to wreak serious damage upon franksolich.
For those who don’t know, Fat Che admits to a certain sexual proclivity where he fantasizes about shoving his fist and arm clear up to the elbow, inside that part of a woman that normal men prefer to stick something else.
For those who don’t know--well, actually probably everybody knows about the depraved character and habits of Fat Che, many of which are unspeakable, fit for description only in Hell.
And surely Big Mo has known these things herself.
But still she has this thing going with him?
One’s known by the company one keeps, and this does not make Big Mo look good.
To put it mildly.
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Well, I was wrong--I was an ass--in defending Big Mo, and for that I apologize.
Maybe after her divorce is final and she’s free, Big Mo can rent a motel room--Fat Che doesn’t have the resources to do so--and the two of them can friskily hop around in the sack, Fat Che finally fulfilling his fantasy.
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No worries here, Frank. We all make mistakes. Hell, if I disclosed half of my mistakes, I seriously doubt that anyone would want to talk with me.
But, we learn, and we should use as an example He Who Is. He continues to Forgive us, even if He Knows that we're going to go out and do whatever sin again.
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I'm not 100% sure that the greasy perv's fantasy was necessarily directed at lady parts, as opposed to something else which I'd prefer not to elaborate further.
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I'm not 100% sure that the greasy perv's fantasy was necessarily directed at lady parts, as opposed to something else which I'd prefer not to elaborate further.
Well, whichever hole, it'd make a great porn flick, Fat Che fists Big Mo.
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I don't remember Fister being picky about gender.
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Frank, you dealt with the facts as you knew them at the time.
Bush went into Iraq with what he knew to be correct at the time -- that Iraq has WMDs to be imminently deployed. Congress supported him. When the WMDs were not found there (later known to be moved to Syria), all of a sudden those who supported him, based on all known facts, ran away and pretended they were "lied to."
No need to apologize -- I would have named this thread "franksolich announces a change in policy re: big mo"
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For those who don’t know, Fat Che is that squalid, sordid, greasy, sleazy primitive who during the Scamdal more than nine years ago, threatened to wreak serious damage upon franksolich.
That fat deviant threatened many people from behind his keyboard. My own personal experience with that pudgy bitch was when he signed up on FR and threatened Jim Rob. I gave him a personal invitation, with means to contact me, to fulfill his threat on someone who wasn't in a wheelchair.
As you can probably guess, no response. His actions certainly don't carry the weight of his words.
I'm actually surprised he's not dead from hauling his own fat ass around all these years.
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Frank, you dealt with the facts as you knew them at the time.
What freaks me is that surely Big Mo knew of his sordidity; it's been publicized well enough.
A decent and civilized person, and even most primitives, wouldn't have a thing to do with Fat Che.
It makes me question her pharmaceutically-clouded perception.
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That fat deviant threatened many people from behind his keyboard. My own personal experience with that pudgy bitch was when he signed up on FR and threatened Jim Rob. I gave him a personal invitation, with means to contact me, to fulfill his threat on someone who wasn't in a wheelchair.
As you can probably guess, no response. His actions certainly don't carry the weight of his words.
I'm actually surprised he's not dead from hauling his own fat ass around all these years.
At the time he threatened me, I was still pretty green about the internet, never having heard of what's called a "keyboard commando." I took it more seriously than I needed to.
I went to law-enforcement with the identities and biographies of Fat Che and four other primitive scammers.
This being a small place, law-enforcement doesn't brush people off, "we'll look into it."
They of course thought I was overwrought, but as a courtesy, showed me police mug-shots of all five--yeah, all five of them had been in trouble before--so I'd know who they were, if they showed up around here.
This being a small place, word got around rather, uh, fast.
You might recall that Fat Che's weapon of choice was going to be a baseball bat.
At the time, I lived in town (and not out here), and for the next several weeks, I'd come home and find another baseball bat or two on the front porch. I thought someone was trying to make a funny, but I was later assured no, the gesture was a kind one; people just thought I needed something with which to defend myself.
I dunno how many baseball bats I amassed; probably between two and three dozen. All of them of course were old and used bats, probably gotten from garage sales for half a dollar each or something, ranging from kids' sizes to adult sizes; all sorts of brand-names. A few were cracked, but most still looked usable.
It was a cool autumn that year, when I began moving out here. The house in town had a wood-burning furnace, and as my time was short and I didn't want to bother buying chopped wood, I burned the bats instead.
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You might recall that Fat Che's weapon of choice was going to be a baseball bat.
Yeah, I remember that... :lmao:
Shoot, I'd give Fat Bastard a ball bat to beat my ass, and laugh at him when he tried to swing it more than twice.
:rofl:
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Yeah, I remember that... :lmao:
Shoot, I'd give Fat Bastard a ball bat to beat my ass, and laugh at him when he tried to swing it more than twice.
:rofl:
We at Scamdy got brightly illuminated about the "thought process" of the primitives about this same time. Ideology is all, to them; nothing else matters.
There was an Andyite primitive, the primitive woman bothered by cold weather, the "TroubleInWinter" primitive, who got all infatuated with Fat Che (she probably never saw a picture of him, but she herself was a very large woman). She's dead now.
Anyway, two moles from Scamdy repeatedly warned her about Fat Che; that he had a known and sordid record of luring primitives into friendship, extracting personal information from them, which he in one manner or another used to blackmail them.
It'd been years since Fat Che last worked; his "job" was the "White Rose Society," and he was a parasite, getting money off others (like another primitive we know).
Demonstrating our compassion, we gave the primitive woman bothered by cold weather practically the whole book on Fat Che.
But that didn't matter to her; he was on their side. Character, integrity, record, proclivities, meant nothing. Ideology meant all.
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But that didn't matter to her; he was on their side. Character, integrity, record, proclivities, meant nothing. Ideology meant all.
What was the outcome?
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What was the outcome?
She didn't budge, so we gave up.
Later on, she disappeared. and apparently died.
It was ridiculous; when it comes to trusting people, the primitives use only one criteria: ideology. If one's with them politically, it doesn't matter if one's a jerk, unprincipled, a mass murderer, a pedophile, a wife-beater, someone who cooks and eats kittens, someone who's stolen money from them--if one's with them politically, they're trustworthy.
But if one were as honest as Abraham Lincoln or as virtuous as St. Francis of Assisi or as decent as Dr. Tom Dooley or Dr. Albert Schweitzer, because they're Republicans they can't be trusted.
These beasts and simpletons are nuts, using ideology as a measure of character--and not only that, but as the only measure of character.
Their loss, not ours.
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There is nothing wrong with trying to find the best in people Frank.
The unfortunate truth is that with the primitives anything that might have been their best was cast off years ago.
They simply can`t help but be vile,inhuman filth.
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Maybe after her divorce is final and she’s free, Big Mo can rent a motel room--Fat Che doesn’t have the resources to do so--and the two of them can friskily hop around in the sack, Fat Che finally fulfilling his fantasy.
We shall call them CheMo! :rimshot:
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Well, I was wrong--I was an ass--in defending Big Mo, and for that I apologize.
Maybe after her divorce is final and she’s free, Big Mo can rent a motel room--Fat Che doesn’t have the resources to do so--and the two of them can friskily hop around in the sack, Fat Che finally fulfilling his fantasy.
You needn't apologize for anything, save for failing to provide the 5 gallon jug of mind bleach necessary to scrub that last horrific image form my permanently scarred imagination.
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You needn't apologize for anything, save for failing to provide the 5 gallon jug of mind bleach necessary to scrub that last horrific image form my permanently scarred imagination.
I sure hope Fat Che wears protection....
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