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Skriven 2006-12-12 10:21:00 av WAYNE CHIRNSIDE (1:123/140)
     Kommentar till en text av TIM RICHARDSON
Ärende: Re: Insults
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-=> TIM RICHARDSON wrote to WAYNE CHIRNSIDE <=-

 TR> WAYNE CHIRNSIDE -> ROSS CASSELL wrote:

 RC>> Wayne created and caused the anomosity a long time back and he
 WC> helps  RC> his case none via the lies he tells.

 WC> State one lie I've told then explain exactly how you know it
 WC> to be a lie.

 TR> You've stated in this very message packet that you are "a bed-ridden
 TR> cripple"........yet you were recently bragging about how you shoved
 TR> your hand into the mouth of an attacking pit bull to save `your' mutt
 TR> from being torn up.

That would be on June 28th of the year 2004.
That would be during one of the two 14 minute walks two thirds of
a block a day I was able to manage.

That I can walk no further than this I consider to be bedridden
as *all* the rest of my time is spent there.

Perhaps one of you anal retentive types can enter this into your database
and archives so we do not continue to have these misunderstandings?

Oh yes, and I did not shove my hand into the mouth of an attacking 
Pit Bull.

In retrieving my dog Spanky from that powerful animals jaws
I annoyed it into striking me so I could free my friend and 
companion Spanky.

 TR> Did that happen at your `bedside'?

No, it happened about 125 feet from where I currently lie in bed
at the northwest corner of 22nd street and 1st avenue north in
Saint Petersburg. 

 WC> Be prepared to show your work and provide supporting evidence
 WC> I've lied.

 TR> You once bragged about having helped someone board up the windows of a
 TR> house.

Bragged is the word.
I assisted someone from, a security company acting on behalf
of Companion mortgage company out of Atlanta Georgia
by holding the edges of some 5 pieces of thin plywood in place
as he held them and screwed them secure with a power
drill.
I helped for all of perhaps 30 minutes.
That was 6 years ago at my previous address.

 TR> Did that also happen right next to your `bed'?

No, it happened about 125 feet due east of where I currently lay
in bed. 

 TR> If you are "bedridden"........how do you get the food you eat, `Meals
 TR> On Wheels'?

I take one bus once a month and struggle to get what I must.
This month it consisted of 5 pounds of ground beef, soy sauce,
dry beans, carrots and rice.

SSDI arrives on the third or in cases like this month where the third
falls on a weekend or other non-buiness day it comes the previous
business day in this case friday.

Now unable to manage the two blocks of walking involved in 
grocery shopping on the 1st of this month I went on the 4th of
the month which was a monday. 

 TR> You once whined that your back had been broken (*twice*, no less), and
 TR> had over two inches missing from your `height'!

No less.
2.5 inches.

 TR> Yet you managed to walk your dog every day, and even talked about
 TR> working on your motorcycle afterward. 

I can talk about working on motorcycles right now if you would like.
What part of motorcycle maintanance would you care to talk about?

 TR> I've owned motorcycles in the
 TR> past, and have worked on my own bikes. It isn't something thats done
 TR> with a `broken back'.

Which goes a long way towards explaining why I no longer have a motorcycle.

Then too having had a motorcycle goes a long way to explaining how 
I came to have a broken back.

 TR> You've whined and moaned about how bad off you are........how crippled
 TR> up you are......yet you once claimed your government SSI or whatever it
 TR> is you get each month isn't based on your `back' injury, but some sort
 TR> of illness from your childhood.

 SSDI.
 To which ilness from my childhood do you refer?
I had the whooping cough.
I had chicken pox.
Born 2 months premature in 1955 with underdeveloped lungs 
I also had respiratory difficulties.

What would you like to know?
Be specific.
I know you must have this information so that later you
can complain about me telling my life story.

I've time.
I'm laying here 99.997 percent toally bedridden.

 TR> You've made the claim that you were subject to the draft and were in
 TR> fact in jeopardy of being inducted and going to Vietnam.

That was my understanding upon my being compelled to register.

 TR> Yet.......by the time you actually signed up for the draft, the Vietnam
 TR> War was almost at an end, and the last draftees were a year or two
 TR> prior to your even signing up.

 I sweated that last year a bit but my number was high.

 TR> Not to mention the fact that you had health issues (which you forget
 TR> you had already moaned about in fido) that would have precluded you
 TR> from ever actually being processed into any military branch anyway.

Why don't you consult Stan?
He maintains he maintains a database on me.
Why don't you try to get in touch with Tim Richardson?
I know the lights are out but he's like that.
Persist and he may assist you in searching his archives he keeps
on me.

 TR> You just recently bemoaned the fact that you `begged' the cops to take
 TR> you to emergency medical help from one accident, but were instead taken
 TR> to jail.

Yes, I did say that. 

 TR> Yet........in that same incident, you once stated that a friend of
 TR> yours bailed you out against your wishes, but instead of *then* going
 TR> to emergency medical services, you went home and measured yourself to
 TR> see if any *height* was missing.

No, i did NOT say that.
You said that.
Stop mind reading.
You're not good at it.
Besides "mind reading" in the psychological perspective refers
to someone engaging in mentally aberrant behavior.

 TR> And you further claimed that, even though you found a couple of inches
 TR> `missing from your height'.....you still didn't go to any medical aid!

Yup.
2.5 to be precise.
Were you aware that one of the original Bell X-1 supersonic
test program test pilots lost a full inch of his height in a crash
yet continued his career as a test pilot?

See being bedridden here I've lots of time to study and research 
stuff.
I've lots of time to waste texting with blithering imbeciles.

One wonders about how it is you've so much time to spend
texting me?

Do you have a crush on me?

If so please be informed that I like girls.
I don't swing your way.
I'm not interested.
Clear?

That said, if I had a girl I cannot fathom in my condition
what i might want to do with her.

 TR> You refused to acnowledge at first that Ed Koon had offered you
 TR> employment sitting at a computer listing used cars on e-bay, yet when
 TR> your own friends told you Ed had, indeed, made such an offer (I
 
Now here you go making shit up again.
I missed that post.
Told about it I reset message pointers and then acknowledged Ed had 
done as you say.

That still doesn't address the fact I could not make it to 
Ed's Automotive Engineering place in Clearwater.

Heck, I couldn't even make it to Abilities of Florida
where I was undertaking vocational rehabilitiation
training for job placement any longer and that was just a few blocks south
of Ed's place.

BTW, Voc Rehab tests for the ability to return to work
before funding such efforts.
I narrowly squeaked by against the advice of Kimberly Keogh. 

But my Voc Rehab worker Jane Zurflieh prevailed upon my
behalf and after two years effort I was awarded a place
at Abilities of Florida.

 TR> cross-posted that message traffic into an echo you were hiding in for
 TR> your friends to see), you claimed that your message packet *must have
 TR> gotten grunged* and you hadn't seen it.

Well, I hadn't seen it.
I reset message pointers, downloaded and then I saw it
and said as much.

 TR> It was only *then* that you started making all these `bed-ridden
 TR> cripple' claims.......but Ed asked you why it hadn't bothered you to
 TR> carry the two monitors to the car that he had given you?

I didn't.
My friend Larry Thomas carried the monitors as they were too heavy for me.

See there you go making shit up again.

 TR> You lie with the regularity of someone changing their socks.

I've little need for sox.
I quite rarely put them on.
Last time was December 4th when I went to the grocery store.

If you must know and it's increasingly apparent that indeed you must 
I have sox on for perhaps an hour and a half in any given  
month I get rather a lot of wear out of them.

I get a lot of wear out of shoes to.
I offer that up anticipating your desire to know.

Would you be so kind as to be certain to enter this post into your
archives?
Could you prompt Stan to also do the same please?

Others may be less fascinated with my life
than you and find such postings as these tedious and boring.

Then after having demanded them they might complain about me
telling my life story forgetting along the way
you insisted upon my telling it in excruciating detail.

I've time.
I've no where to go.
Nowhere to be.
And no way to get there. 

 TR> "I can now casually lie without guilt or
 TR> personal conflict."...Wayne Chirnside

See now there you go making shit up again.

I trained under evil sith master Cassell in the black passive
aggressive arts.

I am now fully trained in employing those arts with 
truth anmd sarcasm as my weapons of choice.

So engaged in this battle of wits with me Tim I fear
you come to battle unarmed :-(

Could you please find a male companion interested in your advances
and leave us straight folk alone?

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