Good morning screwheads. I’m still alive and holding up quite well actually. Considering I’ve had Covid twice since 2019, survived an attempt on my life then had every crooked local and state law enforcement agency from Kern County dogpile me, I’m fine.
Just call me Rasputin, but in a good way…
I’m gonna piss in your cereal until the proper results are achieved. This ends when some people go to prison.
Am I the only guy who remembers Sunny von Bulow?
All this time goes by and I’m still scratching my head over who poisoned me with glyburide that weekend back in August of 2022. I have several main suspects and their motivations but without evidence it is impossible to narrow it down to one culprit. That’s fine, I cut ties with each person on my list in order to observe and make a few notes.
I got railroaded into a death sentence and escaped. Imagine that.
It was the same weekend my old pal, hateful Herbie ran his love note to me in that nasty little paper. What a coincidence! Wow! At least it establishes the date and a foundation in reality.
Meanwhile local law enforcement didn’t do a goddamn thing even though I tried to explain my story to them. They must be so proud of themselves after that lame helicopter spent close to 2000 hours orbiting my home. Nothing personal, just doing their job I’m sure. It had nothing to do with the retired parade float up the street. We all know the 93311 is a high crime area.
If I’m so full of shit why was I used as a witness in one criminal proceeding and standing under subpoena as a witness in a second case when they tried to do me in. After the witness was turned into an attempted murder victim they don’t wanna hear from me? Maybe I’m not the weird one after all, just saying.
See ya in the funny papers.
Update: If this was your story would you be willing to let it go? I can’t even insult these jackasses without them pulling out all the stops. Game on motherfuckers.
Just keep quiet and he’ll go away. Ahhuh.
