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How much to pay a fucking soldier in Ukraine to have 'pay Quasi' as a fucking patch on him?
Patrick Sean Tomlinson / @stealthygeek / "Torque Wheeler" / @RealAutomanic / Kempesh / Padawan v2.5 - "Conservative" sci-fi author with TDS, armed "drunk with anger management issues" and terminated parental rights, actual tough guy, obese, paid Quasi, paid thousands to be repeatedly unbanned from Twitter
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Check on Fiver. You probably have a decent chance of actually finding someone, who will send you video of it. That'd be glorious.
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If we’re a “mediocricy” [sic] that rewards unremarkable straight white guys so lavishly, what’s his excuse for being a hardcore underachiever?
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Succeeding under the current white supremacist regime makes you complicit, stalker.
He chooses to be an embarrassing failure in every avenue of his life because it is a revolutionary act, sweetie.
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Nobody's in trouble but I had to move a lot of off topic arguing about war and politics which doesn't really add much to the thread. If you still want to discuss it, go ahead and do it through private messages instead.
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You forgot the “Try it sometime.”
I honestly love this guy. He will never, ever stop producing milk. I’m surprised he hasn’t framed his aversion to fighting in Ukraine as some kind of sacrifice he’s making to fight the REAL war — against mean people on the internet.
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It's as if Russia lives rent free in his fat, thick skull.All truckers are Russian, child.
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You mean the same dimwit that says billion dollar artillery vehicles can be disabled by lead paint in a balloon?Ukrainians are downing drones with jars of pickles. Imagine how much of a dimwit you have to be to believe this nonsense.
Yes I can imagine those dimwits exist.
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If that were true, he'd quit begging people to buy his books like a shameless bitch.
"Don't support straight white male authors, now please buy books by me, a straight white male author."
I can't stand fuckers like this, but for Fatrick it's just another addition to the long list of things that make him reprehensible.
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The address in the lolsuit is a typo. When the lolsuit was first launched it was speculated that Niki kicked him out of the house.
Btw in case anybody cares, Josiah Munoz (the guy who catfished Patrick pretending to be a Huffington Post journalist) will be breaking his silence tonight on a podcast: https://youtu.be/8zUwk6LZM1E
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Russia has lived there ever since The Donald first took office.
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His brain is just the voice of a shrill goblin shouting "TRUMP PUTTIN PUTIN TRUMP TRUMP PUTIN PUTIN PUTIN" over and over, occasionally interrupted by "FAT DEADBEAT FAT FAT"
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"Neither patient survived"
Piggy lists his victims:
More oinking:
Piggy lists his victims:
More oinking:
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Well those are two very interesting CPR stories, to be sure. Especially considering he'd have to have known the families of both of the victims, since neither one of those underlying causes would be obvious from the outside in the moment, neither would be diagnosed on scene by EMTs or paramedics and I doubt the medics would go track down a bystander who helped on a call to give them the cause of death after the fact. He isn't a medic so he wouldn't have ridden along to the ER with them, nor is there any reason for him to be involved once EMS takes over on scene. Of course, the person could have been pronounced dead on scene but that still leaves the root cause undetermined until there's an autopsy, and again-- especially in the case of a minor the medics probably aren't going to go track people from the scene down. I thought for a moment that the five year olds' parents could have told the medics about the PFO on scene and he overheard it, but he also said it was undiagnosed, so how would they have known? Maybe he was friends with the family... Oh the hell with it, who knows.
Also, I assume he means ruptured aneurysm, because they don't kill you until they break open and you start bleeding to death internally. And he'd have to have know the guy, otherwise how'd he know he was Lithuanian?
"Sir! Sir! Are you all right?"
"Death... To the... Teutonic Order..." *dies*
Also, I assume he means ruptured aneurysm, because they don't kill you until they break open and you start bleeding to death internally. And he'd have to have know the guy, otherwise how'd he know he was Lithuanian?
"Sir! Sir! Are you all right?"
"Death... To the... Teutonic Order..." *dies*
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Patrick removes his lips from the cadaver after ten seconds of vigorous blowing intermixed with noisy slurping. Feeling dejected he bends over into the ear of the deceased and whispers, "That is not how breathing works, child."
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Imagine being moments from death and this super morbidly obese creeper with fat lips is looming over you, rubbing his stiffy into your leg like a horny dog while he pretends he’s making out with you. What a way to go.
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pat's solution to foreign problems is nuclear war, pat's solution to domestic problems is civil war. imo it speaks to how much he has going on in his irl life that he thinks the world burning would improve his situation.
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It would. If we’re all dead he’ll never have to pay Quasi the tens of thousands of dollars he owes him, never have to pay SFWA whatever he owes them, and never have to look at his own fat face in the mirror again. If you were an obese faggot and this was your life, you’d pray for death too.
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In the ruins of Milwaukee, silence reigns as the sun sinks below the horizon. A lone figure moves furtively through the rubble, clutching a freshly caught rat.
In his hovel of corrugated tin and old plywood, he slowly nurses a fire and cooks the rat. As he lifts the spit off the fire, he remembers the cheeseburgers at Hooligan's and his stomach growls. Suddenly, a footstep crunches on the broken concrete outside-- his heart leaps into his mouth. "Who--who's there, child?"
"I have a delivery for a Mr. Tomlinson." The plywood door creaks open and a hooded figure with an AK slung across his chest steps into the room. "Is that you? It says, 'To the world's greatest science fiction author, Patrick Tomlinson."
"Yes! That's me!"
"Good, here's your mail." A hand reaches out and plucks the spit with the cooked rat from him. "Thanks for the chow. See ya."
"WAIT! That's my--" But the figure is out the door in a moment--the door bangs shut behind him. He sits by the fire, his stomach growling louder, but knowledge will be his only supper tonight. Someone remembers his talent, his contributions to literature! Imagine that-- even after the end, some person of culture, of understanding, still exists-- he tears the envelope open and pulls out the letter--
YOU STILL HAVE TO PAY ME
XOXO
QUASI
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impossible. the debt cannot be erased by any act of man. when archeologists 2000 years from now dig through our irradiated ruins to piece together what happened they will find only one clue, a fossilized scrap of paper that reads:
