Bureaucracy is a fucking bitch and I’m tired of it. Jesus, these motherfuckers are all fucked up. I got an email saying December 26 is when the Attorney General will finally get the records to me. I requested them June 18. Six fucking months to tell me who interviewed for a job and who talked to someone at {D}’s phone number. What the actual sideways fuck?
And DOI? Still nothing. The last thing they sent said it would take longer because of the cyberattack. Like great, you know the hackers probably already have all these documents. Hey hackers, if you got anything I’m looking for, be in touch. (That was a joke, by the way — apparently I have to spell it out before they disappear me for being a “threat.” I’m not a threat to anyone.)
Meanwhile in Vermont, it does appear {D} works at the National Life Building in Montpelier. The question is where. I did some research — not obsessive, just research. Financial Regulation Captive is there. He’s not on the payroll as a state employee. But that doesn’t preclude him from being a contractor. So far, I haven’t found anything obvious in the Vermont business registry or departmental payables. I still have a couple vendors to check. But let’s be real: to fire him, then hire him back as a consultant, and hide it under a business name so you can’t connect him back to that office — other than his reading of my website — is complete bullshit.
Now count two against Vermont: what the hell is happening with the disbarment investigation? I sent an email last week asking if there was any update, if it was even still under investigation. Crickets. Bureaucrats move at the speed of snails, I swear. There is no way any of this would fly in a private company. Unless, of course, that company was contracting with the government.
And the Attorney General? That’s not just slow — that’s calculated. They’re pushing it as far out as possible. Two reasons: I only have two years to file civil against them, and the timing is odd. Right after I wrote about “media outreach week,” they sent me a letter dredging up something from my early August response to their so-called clarification request.
Way to be sneaky there, kids. Or is it just a general fuck-you to me? You don’t have the balls for to fuck with me, Ford. Assclown (note referring to him as an assclown and saying he lacks the ball to fuck with me is protected speech and not to be construed nor was it intend as a threat, fuckheads)
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