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

[Desu Vult]

lol he is really the perfect archetype for this though. I propose we call it tomlinson personality disorder.
TPD is characterized as possessing at least five of the following seven criteria:
- lacking empathy (unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others)
- preoccupation with fantasies originating from a political action committee
- long-term memory loss. markedly disturbed ability to recall information beyond current news cycle.
- superficial sense of superiority to historic people and events.
- perceives social media algorithms as organic human interaction. emphasis on performative tribal interactions.
- transient, stress-related paranoid ideation about perceived enemies
- a grandiose sense of involvement in the DNC or RNC despite being a complete loser

You forgot to mention the physical comorbidity of being really fat.

 

[Patrick X Tomlinson]

lol he is really the perfect archetype for this though. I propose we call it tomlinson personality disorder.
TPD is characterized as possessing at least five of the following seven criteria:
- lacking empathy (unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others)
- preoccupation with fantasies originating from a political action committee
- long-term memory loss. markedly disturbed ability to recall information beyond current news cycle.
- superficial sense of superiority to historic people and events.
- perceives social media algorithms as organic human interaction. emphasis on performative tribal interactions.
- transient, stress-related paranoid ideation about perceived enemies
- a grandiose sense of involvement in the DNC or RNC despite being a complete loser

PSTD

 

[Kaede Did Nothing Wrong]

PSTD

lmao perfect. it was meant to be.

 

[Mr Moonface]

Those sound like the exact kind of stories you'd find on r/ThatHappened. In other words, none of that ever happened.

Not only is Patrick not intimidating enough to ever pull that off, I also don't believe he has the mental maturity to do the whole "voice of reason" thing while someone else is being loud and rude. I think he would immediately stoop to their level and get in a shouting match. He'd start with the whole "baby child, I'm superior to you, be silent!" thing, and then it would devolve into namecalling and shouting.

I think the closest he's ever come to that is walking up to a bouncer or manager when someone guy was being a jerk, complaining about them and then letting them do the rest.

I've posted this before, but here is one of Pat's most deranged bar fight tales. It's called the 'with my honey' story. Enjoy!



More stalker oinking:



Pat is confronted by Cris Italia, owner of the Stand comedy club in New York. Pat defamed Cris during the Apostlegate saga, claiming that Cris was a racist who was funding Quasi's defense of the lawsuit.



Also, 'illegal recordings under false pretenses' = Pat being tricked into five hours of interviews with a fake journalist.

Pat's piss couch has all the details.

 

[ShinyStar]

What an anti-social bastard Fat is the be so rude to an innocent guy who was the unknowing tool of a bunch of pranksters. Fat legitimately targeted the guy, he should apologize even if he was tricked into it. The fact that he's treating Chris as if Chris was the one doing something wrong just points huge arrows at how lacking the capacity for empathy and personal responsibility Fat is.

 

[Plaintiff is fat]

Pat is confronted by Cris Italia, owner of the Stand comedy club in New York. Pat defamed Cris during the Apostlegate saga, claiming that Cris was a racist who was funding Quasi's defense of the lawsuit.

Cris Italia put that little bitch in his place lol. This is just perfect, the fatso crying and moaning about defamation for 3 years thinks he gets a pass to run people's names through the mud with zero evidence because some anonymous online user said something, but don't you dare repeat that Patrick S. Tomlinson grounds the corpses of black children in his basement or you're a cyber-terrorist that belongs in prison. Still now Fat tweets about ex-cop Canyon Boykin too, whith what evidence?

I love the fact that Pat is low-key right that his story COULD be of interest to big media outlets hypothetically, but entirely by his own actions and profound stupidity he has progressively muddied the case more and more to the point that it's too convoluted to tell and lacks a protagonist the general audience can sympathize with because he's such a deranged cunty douche.

Anyway I'll leave you with yet another real fight that definitely happened and a sassy effeminate gif (A, L)

 

[Sexy Senior Citizen]

Patrick is Brooklyn Dad Defiant

Brooklyn Dad's book sold fairly well compared to Pat's tree-killer.

 

[instythot]

Cris Italia put that little bitch in his place lol. This is just perfect, the fatso crying and moaning about defamation for 3 years thinks he gets a pass to run people's names through the mud with zero evidence because some anonymous online user said something, but don't you dare repeat that Patrick S. Tomlinson grounds the corpses of black children in his basement or you're a cyber-terrorist that belongs in prison. Still now Fat tweets about ex-cop Canyon Boykin too, whith what evidence?

I love the fact that Pat is low-key right that his story COULD be of interest to big media outlets hypothetically, but entirely by his own actions and profound stupidity he has progressively muddied the case more and more to the point that it's too convoluted to tell and lacks a protagonist the general audience can sympathize with because he's such a deranged cunty douche.

Anyway I'll leave you with yet another real fight that definitely happened and a sassy effeminate gif (A, L)
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LOL, if Fatrick had material as good as the idea that he Al Bundy'd an internet turned irl heckler into a brick wall, he might be as funny as Norm

 

[Mr Moonface]

Oh dear...

Apparently Doctor (Master) Po believes that Pat has borderline personality disorder...

 

[RazorBackBacon]

Oh dear...

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Apparently Doctor (Master) Po believes that Pat has borderline personality disorder...

I don't need a degree to diagnose that, I just need two functioning eyes.

Edit to avoid doublepost:

It's not even that. He doesn't talk shit, throw punches, any of that. This is how every single bar fight happens according to Patrick:

Asshole: *Being a loud boisterous asshole*

Patrick: Hey buddy, on behalf of the bar, we're sick of your shit. Get out now or else.

Asshole: Even in my drunkenness I understand what a badass you are. I will do whatever you say.

Patrick: Smart choice.

Go through his twitter and there's like 20-30 stories with his same premise. Sometimes it's an old couple talking about Donald Trump. Sometimes it's a guy hitting on Patrick's female friends that Patrick tells to scram, so he can give a "this is what us men need to be doing" sermon.

Strangely enough, all "fight" scenes in his novels follow this same formula as well. Asshole runs his mouth, tough guy threatens him, asshole meekly crawls into the fetal position and starts to cry. The asshole must ALWAYS face that *gulp* moment of realization that they awoke the sleeping dragon.

All you need to know Fat's fight stories are fake is the fact he has never once been photographed with any

-black eyes
-fat lips (other than what he got from adipose tissue)
-battered knuckles

An anecdote, if you'll indulge me: Years ago, Mrs. RazorBackBacon and I attended the funeral of her grandfather. There was a memorial photo montage presented, as modern funerals tend to do. One picture showed Grandpa as a young man with a giant bandage on his nose; turns out he'd gotten into a fight just the day before that picture had been taken. Grandpa was not a violent man, but still wound up getting his picture taken with his nose broken from a fight.

My point being, if a peaceful man can wind up with photographic proof of him having once been in a fight, why can't Patrick 'Tough Guy' Tomlinson?

 

[HarveySperg41]

What page is the recording of the “interview” that Josh played clips of?

 

[James done did it]

I don't need a degree to diagnose that, I just need two functioning eyes.

Edit to avoid doublepost:

All you need to know Fat's fight stories are fake is the fact he has never once been photographed with any

-black eyes
-fat lips (other than what he got from adipose tissue)
-battered knuckles

An anecdote, if you'll indulge me: Years ago, Mrs. RazorBackBacon and I attended the funeral of her grandfather. There was a memorial photo montage presented, as modern funerals tend to do. One picture showed Grandpa as a young man with a giant bandage on his nose; turns out he'd gotten into a fight just the day before that picture had been taken. Grandpa was not a violent man, but still wound up getting his picture taken with his nose broken from a fight.

My point being, if a peaceful man can wind up with photographic proof of him having once been in a fight, why can't Patrick 'Tough Guy' Tomlinson?

patrick learned to fight from his leather gay rodeo clown dad and as such he never gets hit or wounded in a fight. i'm sorry you're so stupid child i cant help you.

 

[Johnny Anal Beads]

Apparently Doctor (Master) Po believes that Pat has borderline personality disorder...

uss

 

[JJLiautaud]

The mad lads are at it again and accuse Fatrick of murdering a black man. The only evidence against Fatrick being the murderer is that if he did bike there he would be a little less fat today.

 

[Nod Flenders]

Oh dear...

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Apparently Doctor (Master) Po believes that Pat has borderline personality disorder...

This is so fucking funny! I can't wait for Patrick's inevitable reply.

 

[Null]

https://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poem/poems_tomlinson.htm

I'm not a member of the Farms, but I'm a sorta kinda regular MATI-listener.
Hearing that weird conversation with the Tomlinson "child" sci-fi author reminded me of something:

There's a Kipling poem called Tomlinson, about an intellectualist twat who's died, but lived such a meaningless life that he's rejected by both heaven and hell. Kipling has zero chill.

For some reason, I doubt you're into poetry, so here's a link to the song version by Leslie Fish.

 

[cuttysnark]

"Do ye think I would waste my good pit-coal on the hide of a brain-sick fool?

The Devil


Describes our fatty fat fatty quite well.

 

[A Sunset]

I've posted this before, but here is one of Pat's most deranged bar fight tales. It's called the 'with my honey' story. Enjoy!

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More stalker oinking

I’m new to this guy, but it’s remarkable how fucking irritating he is. And there has to be some kind of legimate mental illness going on with how he meticulously responds to every troll tweet. It’s kind of shocking actually. You niggas have this dude absolutely buck broken.

Imagine his home life - he probably interacts with trolls more than his wife. He’s furiously typing up a fan-fiction about how a drunk bully at a bar saw his tubby frame and fled the scene immediately, then staying up till 3am typing “Stalker” to 100,000 trolls while his wife swipes on Tinder for her fourth new boyfriend.

 

[Kaede Did Nothing Wrong]

https://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poem/poems_tomlinson.htm

fat pat getting roasted by synchronicity.

 

[Ultrapenguin]

https://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poem/poems_tomlinson.htm

MATI listeners that aren't even forum users? You're moving up in the world, captain.

For anyone who's too lazy to click links, here's the text of the poem. The breaks were by me so hopefully the whole thing is slightly more digestible.

Spoiler

Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square,
And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair—
A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away,
Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way:

Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease,
And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys.
"Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high
"The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die—

"The good that ye did for the sake of men on the little Earth so lone!"
And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as the rain-washed bone.
"O I have a friend on Earth," he said, "that was my priest and guide,
"And well would he answer all for me if he were at my side."

—"For that ye strove in neighbour-love it shall be written fair,
"But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not in Berkeley Square:
"Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you,
"For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two."

Then Tomlinson looked up and down, and little gain was there,
For the naked stars grinned overhead, and he saw that his soul was bare.
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife,
And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his good in life.

"O this I have read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me,
"And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy."
The good souls flocked like homing doves and bade him clear the path,
And Peter twirled the jangling Keys in weariness and wrath.

"Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he said, "and the tale is yet to run:
"By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer—what ha' ye done?"
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and little good it bore,
For the darkness stayed at his shoulder-blade and Heaven's Gate before:—

"O this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I heard men say,
"And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway."
"Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good lack! Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate;
"There's little room between the stars in idleness to prate!

"For none may reach by hired speech of neighbour, priest, and kin
"Through borrowed deed to God's good meed that lies so fair within;
"Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for thy doom has yet to run,
"And . . . the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square uphold you, Tomlinson!"

-

The Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell
Till they came to the belt of Naughty Stars that rim the mouth of Hell.
The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain,
But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again.

They may hold their path, they may leave their path, with never a soul to mark:
They may burn or freeze, but they must not cease in the Scorn of the Outer Dark.
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to the bone,
And he yearned to the flare of Hell-gate there as the light of his own hearth-stone.

The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew,
But he caught the hasting Tomlinson and would not let him through.
"Wot ye the price of good pit-coal that I must pay?" said he,
"That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me?

"I am all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that ye should give me scorn,
"For I strove with God for your First Father the day that he was born.
"Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high
"The harm that ye did to the Sons of Men or ever you came to die."

And Tomlinson looked up and up, and saw against the night
The belly of a tortured star blood-red in Hell-Mouth light;
And Tomlinson looked down and down, and saw beneath his feet
The frontlet of a tortured star milk-white in Hell-Mouth heat.

"O I had a love on earth," said he, "that kissed me to my fall;
"And if ye would call my love to me I know she would answer all."
—"All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair,
"But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in Berkeley Square:

"Though we whistled your love from her bed to-night, I trow she would not run,
"For the sin that ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one!"
The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife,
And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his sins in life:—

"Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave,
"And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave."
The Devil he blew on a brandered soul and laid it aside to cool:—
"Do ye think I would waste my good pit-coal on the hide of a brain-sick fool?

"I see no worth in the hobnail mirth or the jolthead jest ye did
"That I should waken my gentlemen that are sleeping three on a grid."
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and there was little grace,
For Hell-Gate filled the houseless soul with the Fear of Naked Space.

"Nay, this I ha' heard," quo' Tomlinson, "and this was noised abroad,
"And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord."
—"Ye ha' heard, ye ha' read, ye ha' got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh—
"Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye or the sinful lust of the flesh?"

Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, "Let me in—
"For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the deadly sin."
The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires high:
"Did ye read of that sin in a book?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"

The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran,
And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man:
"Winnow him out 'twixt star and star, and sieve his proper worth:
"There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of Earth."

Empusa's crew, so naked-new they may not face the fire,
But weep that they bin too small to sin to the height of their desire,
Over the coal they chased the Soul, and racked it all abroad,
As children rifle a caddis-case or the raven's foolish hoard.

And back they came with the tattered Thing, as children after play,
And they said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away.
"We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind,
"And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find.

"We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone,
"And, Sire, if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own."
The Devil he bowed his head to his breast and rumbled deep and low:—
"I'm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should bid him go.

"Yet close we lie, and deep we lie, and if I gave him place,
"My gentlemen that are so proud would flout me to my face;
"They'd call my house a common stews and me a careless host,
"And—I would not anger my gentlemen for the sake of a shiftless ghost."

The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame,
And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:—
"Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry.
"Did ye think of that theft for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"

The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care:—
"Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there,
"And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone,
"But sinful pride has rule inside—ay, mightier than my own.

"Honour and Wit, fore-damned they sit, to each his Priest and Whore;
"Nay, scarce I dare myself go there, and you they'd torture sore.
"Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are neither book nor brute—
"Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute.

"I'm all o'er-sib to Adam's breed that I should mock your pain,
"But look that ye win to a worthier sin ere ye come back again.
"Get hence, the hearse is at your door—the grim black stallions wait—
"They bear your clay to place to-day. Speed, lest ye come too late!

"Go back to Earth with lip unsealed—go back with open eye,
"And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die:
"That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one,
"And . . . the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"

"Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good lack! Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate;
There's little room between the stars in idleness to prate!"

Sounds like their Tomlinson must be about as fat as the one this thread is about.