Anyhow, I assume I have picked up some readers from right here in my home town and or county / state. If so, then cool.
So let's get this thing going, shall we?
This first question was my favorite so I decided to begin with it. I will call him or her reader #1, and they write: .... If you're so bad ass, why carry a baseball bat around with you?
The answer: .... Someone has been reading my Facebook feeds. But yes, the baseball bat. Well, it's like this, dogs are smart animals, correct? But humans are much more intelligent. I just wanted to call my dog and the baseball bat was my dog whistle. In other words; I wanted Piketon chief of police, Brock Clemmons, to come pay me a visit but I didn't want to verbally invite him. Instead, I manipulated him to come and see me.
Every now and then I like to get people to do things for me without them knowing that I am calling the shots. Stupid people are easy to manipulate. I knew that carrying the baseball bat in the manner that I was doing it, would bring Brock to my door. And as you may well know, it worked.
There are several reasons why I wanted him to come to me. This face to face meeting was bound to happen, I just wanted to make sure it happened on my turf first. The moment he knocked on my door I knew it was him, which is why I answered it holding my baseball bat. When he asked me if I always answer the door with my bat, I told him yes, however,NO! lol I don't ever open the door with a bat in my hand, Brock, you numb nut. lol I only answered it that time with the bat because I knew it was you! ha-ha.
Getting stupid people to do my bidding is something I have perfected through the years. I also did this with the internet bullies several years ago. That was perhaps my greatest achievement. But I am thousands of light years ahead of stupid people where intelligence is concerned. It's not my fault that Brock is stupid.
You might say that I was tagging my deer. But again, there are reasons why I did this. I do not wish to share those reasons with you, or anyone. Trust me, I almost never do anything randomly. Everything I do, I do with a purpose and or for a designed result. I also wanted to learn more about Brock. I learned quite a lot. Mission accomplished.
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Okay, let's get to the next question I selected for this post. Reader #2 asks; ... Did it ever occur to you that those people did what they did because they believed you threatened that little boy?
The answer; ... Slow down Cooter, you're jumping ahead of the game. The first accusation was that I assaulted that little boy. Video evidence debunked that. Then when that lie fizzled, the new lie was that I threatened that boy. However, based on what one of the employees at the store told me when she viewed the video, there wasn't any evidence showing that that was the case ether. Nor that I did what the third accusation was, which is, that I called that little boy a faggot.
In fact, the only evidence that can be seen on the video is me getting assaulted by two men, one of them a 300 pound plus gorilla, and using a weapon, with my back turned to them and holding a bag in each hand while heading for the exit.
Maybe the Pike County sheriff's deputies and Brock Clemmons are stupid enough to believe lies #2 and #3, after lie #1 was debunked, but I'm not that stupid. The fact that I know the truth about it all makes me the smartest one of the bunch.
But even if you want to believe that I said either or both of those things to that little boy, it still doesn't justify taking the law into your own hands like that. Those two males should have been, and still need to be punished for what they did.
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Okay, let's wrap this post up with reader #3 asking; ... Who made you gods special little gift to humanity?
The answer; ... GOD.
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I hope you had some fun with this post, I know I did. Maybe we'll do this again sometime.
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