Got some bad news. They actually dismissed the disbarment because I am dismissing the case. That was a gut punch, as disbarment dude was rather ticked I started the case to begin with and said he couldn’t tell me to drop it, which I assumed to mean I should drop it so he could try his case. Now, because I’ve dropped it, he has dropped his.
And any belief I had in law is now gone for good. Fuck you, disbarment dude, and yeah, I know you’re reading. Glad to keep you entertained for so long with that bullshit.
Fuck you.
Fuck all of you, actually.
Dave, you haven’t won. You never will. I am reassessing. I am looking at other avenues, i.e., wire fraud charges. I’m working with the police. I’m working with the FBI. I’m working with any campaign that will charge your ass, rightfully so. So help me God, I don’t care if they have to pull your ass out of hospice for your rape trial. It. Will. Come.
Winning a battle is not winning the war. Look at the fucking Russians. I’m not some pussy-ass U.S. afraid to take the hits. I die, I die. And this is going to exist until one of us dies of old age or you come and kill me, whichever comes first.
Kill me, motherfucker. You are the first one they’ll look at. Go to prison for killing me because you already have.
Fuck you. Fuck all of you.
Other than that, I’ve been great. I’m unemployed. I had a panic attack going to a job fair. I just spent $40 on my Aaron Ford T-shirt for Monday. I showed up to arbitration today. I filed a reply in support of my motion to dismiss. I included my AGO opposition as well as the timeline from hell. That’s my life the last few months, before Dave got his panties in a bunch because I abandoned him.
Dave, you don’t get me anymore, and I think the former missus is going to be the nail in your coffin on that.
Go away. You’re short, bald, and worthless, and I truly hate you with all the hate I can muster. You know what that means? I hate you more than Trump. You took away some of the Trump hate. I’m cheering for Republicans to win. That’s what you’ve done. Next price hike is on you. Though you cost northern Nevada most of their insurance for wildfire and raised everyone’s rate just through the gutting of the Division of Insurance, so fuck you.
I need a fucking drink. I hope you can’t have one because rehab. Make a G&T just to say fuck you. Then get some lime and two more ingredients.
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