Its only a matter of time before they find a way to remove the neckbearded one.
DU doesn't like keep those around who run political campaigns and lose. IIRC, Lil' Bro ran a losing campaign in NJ, and may have had to pull out because of funding issues.
That was the end of DU love for him. They just needed the excuse.
Oh my, the memory's deluged.
My first introduction to Fat Che's little brother was years ago, when he bragged he was getting the proceeds from the sale of his late father's house in North Carolina, a whooping $435,000.
Which he and his "husband" went out and spent before he got it.
And then some months later, when he finally got the check, it was for considerably less than that, because the bank and the estate attorney needed to be paid......in addition to that his mother, the widow, was to get one-half of those proceeds.
Sometime later than that (this was when we were still at our old home), his mother, who lived in upstate New York (Fat Che's little brother lives in urban northern New Jersey), was ostensibly on her death-bed, and he wouldn't go see her, claiming poverty.
Then about the time his house was foreclosed upon, he decided to run for county registrar in some Democrat-machine-dominated area of New Jersey, and flopped, because nobody was interested in his "gay marriage" issue, not least the wart- and carbuncled-faced Democrat bosses.
In between all of this, one night he and the "husband" engaged in some rather, uh, peculiar play, in which something simply enormous was jammed up his rectal aperture, ripping him apart inside. I dunno what it was, but it seemed the size of a Volkswagen "Bug." It was big, really big.
And so Fat Che's little brother spent
several weeks in the hospital, courtesy the hard-pressed taxpayers of New Jersey, as teams of surgeons and physicians desperately sought to save his life.....for which they and the taxpayers received scant, if any, gratitude, because all he did was bitch about how bad they were.
