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[None] URL Source:[None] Published:Jul 2, 2005 Author:TBF Post Date:2005-07-02 11:13:55 by toddbrendanfahey Keywords:FriendsOfLiberty/, Libertythink, Discussion Views:1005 Comments:101
Gin? Really? Bucky strikes me as a MadDog/NightTrain kinda guy.
ROTFLOL!
"But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of." Lord Byron
First off, I don't run around the internet babbleing "short novels or essays" that abuse others as you have performed. Second, I could care less if you attempt to portray me as some sort of stalker upon your character or otherwise.
So I am not "glad." I am dismayed you don't see yourself as someone that has some serious problems between your ears. You could otherwise be a fine poster; but, you never will be.
I'm an America First isolationist and a protectionist and, therefore, do not agree with much of their platform. Paleoconservative is a much better descriptor of my political ideology.
You could otherwise be a fine poster; but, you never will be.
Frank Booth: I'll send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You recieve a love letter from me, you're fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!
Bucky, send me some pics of yerself in tube top, mebbe we can do bizness.
Solly if I bypassed http://FreedomUnderground.org, but 'twasn't cool to allow my social security number, etc., to be let stand for a day or so there. Bret fucked up on that count. (&, yes, legal action is still happening: for "unamused"'s site and three others.)
How did your SS number end up at FU? I used to post there and am still registered, and never had to give it.
I would never give out a SS# on the internet for anything.
"culpepper1" is Todd K. Bolus, who is "Bad Santa" at http://ClownPosse.org and "Maximum Consumption" at LibertyPost, and who filed a suit against a Boy Scout troop leader and lay priest for sodomizing him when he was 14 (or so the suit says). Mr. Bolus, Esq. (he's an attorney in Kentucky) lost the suit.
Is that same person as "OneParticularHarbour" and/or "Chancellor Palpatine", regardless of any misspellings on my part?
As I have said, you have a swollen ego; to substantiate my opinion, you seriously abused LP with your rants designed to hurt others within your creative short stories. How many websites have dis-owned you for variations of reasons?
I don't want you to hurt yourself. The truth is, you are prolific writer when motivated with a tremendous background coupled with intellectual capability. You tend to abuse yourself and others, though.
"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. . . ." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
God I loved this book, it made me want to go on a road trip (pun intended).
"Work was impossible. The geeks had broken my spirit. They had done too many things wrong. It was never like this for Mencken. He lived like a Prussian gambler--sweating worse than Bryant on some nights and drunker than Judas on others. It was all a dehumanized nightmare...and these raddled cretins have the gall to complain about my deadlines." - Hunter Thompson, "Bad Nerves in Fat City"
The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers . . . and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County - from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.
The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now - yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next hundred miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls - not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at ninety miles an hour through Barstow.