Yes, yes, I know that I wasn’t going to soil this thing with any more papatard excrement but, honestly – what a fucking sociopath.
The name Fred Fischer probably doesn’t mean anything to anyone. Honestly, I had to look it up. Fischer worked for Joseph Welch whose law firm represented the Army in the Army-McCarthy hearings that ultimately brought down Tail Gunner Joe (who, ironically, was also heavily medicated). McCarthy accused the Army of harboring commies and, not really finding any and getting a good ass-kicking, began to flail about. Is any of this sounding familiar? In what was meant to be a coup de grace, McCarthy accused Welch of harboring commies in his law firm – Fred Fischer.
Fischer was supposed to help Welch out during the hearings. However, after Fischer told Welch that he had belonged to the National Lawyers Guild, during, and a little while after, law school (a supposed commie front organization), Welch thought it prudent to bring someone else. McCarthy, to prove the full extent of his scumbaggery and despite an agreement not to bring Fischer up…brought Fischer up. That’s where the immortal “at long last, have you no shame” line comes from.
papatard never had any shame to begin with, so that line has no power over his a-morality. He’s now so scared and desparate that any remotely negative mention of him results in the inclusion of not only your name on his blog but now your full address. His latest victim knows only the bare bones of the story and played no part in the succesful debunking his central lie or any of the multitude of subplots that came to papatard in a morphine induced haze. Not only that, but like some kind of autistic child, once he fixates on you, he won’t let go – even if you posted a few comments on his web-lie and then threw up your hands in disgust. I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about my shoulder angel/devil Denise. Denise, too, did no debunking but simply and proper told papatard that he was full of shit. More? Ok. My friend, Derek Gerry, to the best of my knowledge, has never even visisted papatard’s web-lie and yet, simply because he knows me and we did a radio show together, papatard dragged him into his fever dream by posting a picture of Derek and I, labelling him as “Mr. Gerry”.
papatard’s whole raison d’etre (and Mitch gets NO credit for that phrase) is convincing the larrytards that he’s serious. Not that he’s RIGHT, mind you, but just that he’s serious. The only action he knows is attack. larrytards, like vampires, must have new blood. They’re easily bored since Jerry Springer only plays a few times a day. This means fresh meat. He knows that if he stops attacking, the larrytards might start asking for evidence of his original charge. Several already left the fold. I guess five months of “you vill beleef me or be banish-t” wore thin. You can’t spend that kind of time asking Obama to prove a negative without offering proof that it actually happened. Statements like this
In these documents and affidavits Mr. Levy makes statements he knows to be outright LIES and I believe Mr. Levy should back them up at once or face legal action
are bound to make even Lenny say, “Geooorge – how come he tell man to back up lies when he no back up lies himself? He sound like he mean to rabbits.”
From the start, I believe, this has had nothing to do with Obama. This has been about winding up the noise machine so the central issue gets lost. The most recent defector said what I predicted a while ago
I stood for you and I blogged for you but when I see that “baking” cookies and fighting other website is the only thing left here, then I must part too. Good luck. I will once and awhile see how you are doing and hope the best for you, son.
And that’s all it is. Bickering and lawsuits that make him and his “donators” money. It’s a ponzi scheme, pure and simple – give me $25 and I’ll magically turn it into $75…after I win my lawsuit. Could he really be bilking old folks? It’s audacious and retarded all at the same time.
papatard, I know you’re reading this so I’m going to let you in on a little secret. You’ve called me the boss of the Mitch gang. I’m not really. I did have my own plan, though. I might have told people about it but, honestly, I don’t remember. I’m probably not the only one that came up with it. But, I’m going to tell you because you’re in your death throes. Before I do, though, I want you to remember that you’ve almost always followed my advice. I’ve been more right than wrong. That said, I now give to you my master plan –
Keep you talking
Simple as that. You can’t shut up. The more you talk, the more you make mistakes. The more mistakes you make, the more fucked you get. At some point, and that point is rapidly approaching, your mistakes catch up to you and your poorly constructed house of cards comes a-tumbling down. Had you kept your mouth shut – had you stayed on topic – had you produced any substantial evidence you would, as my YouTube video said, be eating lobster and gobbling oxycontin with Rush Limbaugh and Obama would be politically dead instead of talking to an audience of 75,000. You, papatard, would have been personally responsible for insuring a black man would not be president for 100 years. You would have been in history books and, yes, maybe attained the martydom you crave at the hands of an assassin.
But you couldn’t shut up. You dug yourself deeper. And I don’t believe you actually blew Obama with or without drugs. There is no fat lady. There is no singing. There is only a chorus of larrytards in an echo chamber. Frankly, I’m not even sure it was about money. I think you’re just a sad, lonely man who got tired of being branded a loser.
That hasn’t changed nor will it.