He was a fantasist, maybe still is, who thought he somehow mattered. In his own mind, he was a living, breathing Baron Munchhausen.
I remember one year he wanted to organize a protest where people would gather near the closest federal building, and just stand there glaring angrily at the security camera while holding a clenched fist, or maybe that was just the image I got based on his nickname. I do not recall what this was supposed to accomplish, but it gave me the funniest visuals in my mind.
Then, like all such self-important posers, one day he simply vanished in a puff of his own self-importance and hasn't been heard of since.
You remember correctly, sir.
However, Fat Che didn't "simply vanish;" Skins mausoleumed him, I forget for what reason.
One got the impression he was getting unhappy with the other primitives anyway, because towards the end, he had some sort of fund-raiser on Skin's island, and it didn't pull in a whole lot of bucks, if any at all.
After Fat Che was kicked off Skins's island, he went democraticwarrior, where he hoped to be a big wheel, a big fish in a mud-puddle, but even there, he never "made it." He tried encouraging all sorts of "exposes" on the operation of Skins's island, but those flopped. He made a big deal about how it was Skins's loss, banning him, because my fellow alum was depriving himself of all that Fat Che had "contributed." As it turned out, all the years (three or four) that Fat Che was a member of Skins's island, he had donated.....$21.
Fat Che never got kicked off democraticwarrior, but was unhappy there, and jumped at the chance to be an "administrator" on the Randi Rhodes message-board, where he denied franksolich entry. As far as I know, Fat Che's still there.
He was kicked off Skin's island, I believe, in early 2007.
His wife or girlfriend--in either case the fistee--worked at a half-way house for delinquent children, and the state of Illinois, because of budget problems, closed down the operation (2009, maybe?), and as she'd always been the breadwinner while Fat Che sat around on his ass, his belly sagging nearly down to the floor, they began having severe money problems in this robust 0bamaconomy, and his house in Joliet went into foreclosure.
I dunno what's happened since then; maybe he staved off foreclosure, maybe the fistee got another job and still supports him, or maybe he's homeless. If the last, it couldn't happen to a more-appropriate person.
