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How ’bout you, sport? You post constantly here yourself, now that The SNOB is dead. Supposedly while going back and forth endlessly between Yellow Springs OH, Myrtle Beach SC, Orlando FL and Las Vegas NV. What kind of job lets you do that? Can’t be a travel writer. They’d make you travel to other places. Plus you can’t write for shit.

I only drink red wine, at the most two glasses a couple of times a week. I don’t get it from the liquor store, usually, I imbibe at restaurants, along with a meal and full glass of water for each glass of wine. I don’t touch my mother’s purse, don’t need to, I’m making an adequate living. ‘Bout to get a lot better, too.

These are facts. You are still regurgitating bullshit from bullshitters (who btw, still hate your guts) on a dead blog from several years ago. It was all fabricated then, and you are not creative enough to fabricate anything new out of it.

YOU are still playing the same fucking games you did on The SNOB. Multiple fake identities, with one to which you keep returning, trying to smear people who stand up to your bullshit, etc. You have lied more times than I can count, you have presented absurdly false versions of reality — even you own reality — constantly.

You seem to want to be taken seriously, but there is no “you” to take seriously. Most of the people here who are basically anonymous, using fake and often funny names, stick with one identity, one storyline about themselves. It’s easier to believe they are genuine. You? Not at all.

Total bullshtter. I almost said “bullshit artist”, but that is giving you far too much credit. Even when you succeed as being an irritating troll, you suck at it. I could easily invent a far more interesting irritating troll. I would fashion it from cow shit — and that would be an upgrade.

You know full well what I’m talking about. All those so-called important and successful busnessmen you now seem to worship despised you worse than I ever did. It amused me the way they twisted themselves into knots with anger at you, constantly telling you to go away and leave “their” blog alone. You called them drunks, attacked their political stances if they were not sufficiently far right for you, and generally dogged the shit out of them. Then you’d start whining that somebody had “hacked” you, or were stalking you online. Here’s a hint: You cannot stalk a nameless troll, or one that uses a variety of fake names.

Your story kept changing, too. And you’d agree to meet some of the “SNOB Summiteers” in person, privately, or show up in person at one of the events — only to cancel out right before, usually with the excuse of being stalked or hacked again.

You “left” the blog a hundred times, at least, but soon returned with another fake name, or as “pogo” again — or “pogo2”, “pogo (original)”. etc.

You’ve displayed exactly the same pattern here.

You don’t impress me, you don’t really anger me, and in no way do you scare me. Annoy? Yes. You annoy everybody except Big T, and he is a match for you in total lunacy. I’ll keep calling out your bullshit.

“Oh, DON”T FUCK WITH ME”, you said in the original version of that message I got in email notification. Please know this: Your threats don’t impress me a bit. You’ve often chosen to dredge up old posts from me dealing with situations that no longer pertain, as well as baseless allegations, gross distortions about me and downright lies about me and my family, posted in a hostile blog environment by a certain drunken, narcissistic sociopath.

Due to your doing that, as an anonymous freak with myriad IDs, I, as a real, known entity, reserve the right to respond in kind, at a time of my choosing. I do have almost the entire archive of The SNOB for the two and a half years I was on it, and have no compunction at all about posting numerous examples of the “pogo behavior.”

To quote you, you misanthropic freak of nature, religion, politics and severe mental disorder, DON’T FUCK WITH ME!

Ah that explains it. An aging baby boomer who hates the President because he calls for collective action, but old Flippy is from the ME generation. A spoiled baby-boomer born in the mid-to-late 50s who’s entering his Golden Years, afraid the Muslim Blackie will give his entitlements away to someone else. He missed the JFK statement about ask what you can do for your country and has been leaching off tax credits and inflated deductions for years. You still got those bell bottoms from 1973 along with the first Eagles Greatest Hits?