I said yesterday that I was so, so tired of the constant stream of lies that pours out of the mouth of David Israel and his very limited brain trust of shills. They would not recognize the truth nor know how to write a truthful sentence were their lives to depend on it and yet these are the people that have for the past 6 years been watching and guiding our Village into physical wrack and ruin, watched our finances go into the toilet and indeed helped it get there with their wasteful and extravagant policies and misspent money.
Here is a good one. Yesterday I received two nasty comments sent by the "usual suspects" though not really suspects in as much as I know who they are and calling themselves anonymous does not help them. When I warned them that I know who they are, one jerk posted a scatological comment and dared me to figure out who he is. Well, IP address 73.139.218.161 and IP address 73.244.159.71 - I know who you are and no matter whether you claim to be posting from UCO or Jupiter or Virginia or even India - I know. And so do the members of PBSO and its computer crime division but I will not bother with insignificant termites, dung beetles who have nothing worthwhile to say and nothing worthwhile to contribute other than their filthy mouths. Very limited they are indeed.
Here's another one straight from the rear end of a horse Gracie who states that "I remember Esther bawling in her husbands arms when she lost an election." Gimme a break. The last time I cried in Gerry's arms was when my mother died and the time before that was when my dad died, so moron, now you stoop to such lies and I promise one and all that I was quite pleased with the results of the election, garnering so many delegates after coming in out of the cold - hmmm - from nowhere, under repressive terms and an election that was suspect and definitely tampered with. The message was clearly sent and the impetus remained and has grown over the past two years. So suck on that, Gracie Girl. Do you want your baba or perhaps your binky as you sit and contemplate your errors in a time out corner of the world.
And lest you think that the master of all is immune to his own self imposed virus of lies, here is a quote from his column written "oh, so bravely" where and when no one could respond as all are blocked from his rag without his stamp of approval. His pathetic editors, Joy Vestal and Myron, well, what can one say about Myron, sad case that! - do as he commands and no opposing articles are allowed, no response to his lies are allowed. Oh, by the way, that pathetic remnant of a journalist, Joy Vestal, lied thru her teeth when in front of witnesses promised a proper placement of Phyllis's ad, showed her its placement on B3 and yet when the paper came out it was on B20, along with the tires and the toilets. Liar, liar, pants on fire, Joy Vestal. And then she tries to palm it off on that perennial poltergeist who arranged layout and moved the ad therefore it was not her she says. Really, when you always boast how hard you work on layout. Puh-lease again. So, his words - and this has been gone over before, but the man is deaf and dumb when the truth comes a visitin'. "The candidate herself stalked out of the meeting, when extensive discussion arose about her political sign..." Again, Phyllis left before or just as this occurred as a resident came over to her, knelt down beside her to ask her for help and rather than disturb those around her, left with the resident to give him aid and advise. A whole lot more than David Israel has ever done.
And yet again, I will ask - why do I have to bother with this? Why can we not discuss the issues? How many times have I written of the issues, of the need to change, of the dire need to change policies and actions, proposed ideas, asked for process and procedure, stood up against that tiresome mouth of his only to find that David Israel has a huge yellow streak down his back, and besides being a moral coward, he is a physical coward and afraid for his little old self, afraid to look like the idiot he is, the uncaring individual he is, were push come to shove and he was forced into debate. I am not referring to the Forum, the little that the Village has gotten nor even to the additional Forum that is going to be held, open to all, for I know that he and his ilk will never show up. Too dangerous for them to have questions posed to them and answers demanded, issues raised and answers demanded, policies raised and answers demanded. And no protection.
But no, David Israel, the coward, the bully, the pathetic loser of a man whose only boast of usefulness is suspect as he weaves a story of saving us all after 9/11. Puh-lease!! Truly.
But wait. There is help for all those of you who have caught his virus of moral weakness or at least suffer from Davidphobia, the fear of David, the fear of his threats and his toilet mouth, his vicious words and his ever increasing power. There is a new promising drug out there that doctors and researchers are saying can cure these phobias. It is called propranolol and just think of the benefits it could impart to our Village.
So, David, the issues? When? If not now, then when? When will you man up and face the music? When will you ever come out of your hidey hole without your entourage and open yourself up to more that a five minute limited session of Q&A with a friendly Association president guarding you? When, David, when? When will you remember that you are supposed to be a man and not a weasel? When, David, when? In fact, when will you ever go away and take your lies and your shills and your misdeeds and your threats to our future right along with you and good riddance to bad rubbish. Whether it be thru election or revolution! Whether it be thru ballot or thru life - go away. So long, farewell, adieu, auf wiedersehn, goodbye....
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