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

[Mr Moonface]

I get it's an old tweet, but it's funny he thinks it's normal to bring a laptop to a bar to write. It just screams, "Please ask me what I'm doing." Ernest Hemingway wrote the shortest, saddest story of "For sale: baby shoes, never worn" drunk in bar, so Fatrick thinks that what the masters do.

Also, Fatrick has limp wrists and glitter falls from his shoes when walking, because he does the same thing women do.
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Funny that you posted that image. Pat used to work out at his local gym and would post so many selfies that if you searched his gym on google, these were the image results:

 

[Boston Brand]

Fat's last book dropped late last year. It was the 3rd book in a 3-part contract. Not one of these books broke even, and he will have to pay back the advances he got on all 3 books. Needless to say he does not have a writing contract as of right now.

Hey, good on him for actually finishing a series for once.

Now he just has to write something that doesn't collect dust for a couple years before getting fed to a paper mulcher.

 

[AnOminous]

Imagine being such a shitty writer you have numerous books published and no Wikipedia article because nobody actually liked any of them.

To Pat, he's doing nothing wrong and other people are the pretentious ones.

Imagine being a tubby, shitty looking man, in a bar, and a woman strikes up a conversation with you, and you are such an absolute, utter faggot that instead of just talking, you tweet about it and insult her.

What a complete cockmongler.

How is this guy such a complete douche?

 

[ShinyStar]

Imagine being such a shitty writer you have numerous books published and no Wikipedia article because nobody actually liked any of them.

Imagine being a tubby, shitty looking man, in a bar, and a woman strikes up a conversation with you, and you are such an absolute, utter faggot that instead of just talking, you tweet about it and insult her.

What a complete cockmongler.

How is this guy such a complete douche?

Worse, there are all those empty tables where he could have sat if he really wanted to be left alone. The bar is the place you go to signal that you want to interact with people.

Pat is so inclined to violence and so inept at human interaction that he wants to murder a lady for interpreting his signals as if he were a normal person instead of a totally self-absorbed douche who is too lazy to carry his drink to a table.

Or more likely, Pat is like Russell Greer and he's just mortally offended that the woman was a five and not the nine or ten Pat deserves.

 

[Oliver Onions]

To Pat, he's doing nothing wrong and other people are the pretentious ones.

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How does a man simultaneously manage to look so fat and so noodly in tandem.

What sort of diet/exercise routine do you need to go on to have a build such as this.

 

[James done did it]

How does a man simultaneously manage to look so fat and so noodly in tandem.

What sort of diet/exercise routine do you need to go on to have a build such as this.

Sit at a computer all day hammering out shovelware novels and mad tweets
Drink all day, occasionally thinking about your terminated parental rights, your ex wife fucking other men, kiwifarms making fun of you and the time terrorists threw lunch meat on your doorstep
Go to the gym to take pictures to post to twitter about how you are really manly and enjoy male activities such as watching football, eating tubesteak and lifting weights

 

[Anonymus Fluhre]

Hey, good on him for actually finishing a series for once.

Now he just has to write something that doesn't collect dust for a couple years before getting fed to a paper mulcher.

They seem to be sent to thrift stores to be sold for $2 or less.

I get it's an old tweet, but it's funny he thinks it's normal to bring a laptop to a bar to write. It just screams, "Please ask me what I'm doing." Ernest Hemingway wrote the shortest, saddest story of "For sale: baby shoes, never worn" drunk in bar, so Fatrick thinks that what the masters do.

Also, Fatrick has limp wrists and glitter falls from his shoes when walking, because he does the same thing women do.

I could see if it was a pub and there's other things there besides alcohol but it's just a bar, this just tells me he's an alcoholic like his wife. I would sometimes take what I was working on for TTRPG's to a local pub and some of our get togethers to discuss games was a pub. Food was good at the location and you always got a lot for the price. Free coffee or pop with your meals too.

 

[ShinyStar]

My computer's zoom and enhance feature isn't all that great, but Patrick tagged his tweet #amwriting, and you can see part of his laptop screen in the corner of his photo. The format of the text in that picture doesn't look like a manuscript for a novel. It doesn't look like a he's got Word or some other document program open.

It looks like there's a contact list on the right side of the screen, and a series of posts separated by headers in the main section. Pat's browsing some forum, and trying to pass it off as 'work' so he comes across as a responsible author and not the social media addicted man-child he is. Pat! Go get a day job and learn some self-control.

 

[break these cuffs]

My computer's zoom and enhance feature isn't all that great, but Patrick tagged his tweet #amwriting, and you can see part of his laptop screen in the corner of his photo. The format of the text in that picture doesn't look like a manuscript for a novel. It doesn't look like a he's got Word or some other document program open.

It looks like there's a contact list on the right side of the screen, and a series of posts separated by headers in the main section. Pat's browsing some forum, and trying to pass it off as 'work' so he comes across as a responsible author and not the social media addicted man-child he is. Pat! Go get a day job and learn some self-control.

My eyes aren't great, but to me it looks like Fatrick is looking at either pictures of food or possibly cuck porn. I suspect that it's food since he is in an establishment that presumably serves it. He was likely upset with the woman for intruding his space. I don't believe she ever tried to talk to the fat loser. Fatrick just has food aggression and is too stupid to understand that other people might come into his space if he chooses to eat and drink in public. Any good trainer could remove that behavior in a couple weeks with a shock collar or similar methods.

The possibility of it being cuck porn is because I assume that's what he looks at all day, every day.

 

[AprilRains]

They seem to be sent to thrift stores to be sold for $2 or less.

Then let us rejoice in the words of the poet.

 

[Boston Brand]

Then let us rejoice in the words of the poet.

Oh I am bookmarking this.

 

[Mr Moonface]

Pat reignites his battle with the twitter account for the California Libertarian Party.

Whoever is behind that account should be careful, they'll be added to the stupidest lawsuit ever filed.
Also, a few future John Doe's weigh in.

 

[Hey Fatrick FUCK YOU]

Funny that you posted that image. Pat used to work out at his local gym and would post so many selfies that if you searched his gym on google, these were the image results:

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This will never fail to make me giggle.

 

[Mr Moonface]

This will never fail to make me giggle.

Then you might enjoy this:

 

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[Anonymus Fluhre]

Then you might enjoy this:

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Now I don't feel so bad about not dropping my last 25lbs. Thanks Patrick!

 

[Mr Moonface]

More names for the lawsuit

Also, he's not obsessed with Trump, guys...

Also, found this on the OnA Forums. There's apparently a criminal investigation going on, as well as the lawsuit

More from the OnA Forums

'Falsely calling me fat'

 

[Vetti]

For posterity's sake, I'd like to bring attention to this funny aside about Patrick and his best friend, Dave "Blappy" Guertin.

Blappy is a Canadian model builder who Patrick befriended during the height of his space toys phase. Blappy attended the Wonderfest modeling convention in 2011 along with Patrick, his wife Ade, and a large cast of other misfits; this was the trip where all of the pictures of Big Jon cucking Patrick came from, which are available to view here.

Anyway, I bring this up because Dave Guertin served as the inspiration for one of the gayest pieces Patrick has ever written: Blappy & Me

In a couple days, my wife and I will get in the car, drive six hours, and be surrounded by people who have loved me without preamble or condition for many, many years. Before I was published. Before I had a following. People who earned calling me "Pat."

It's my little heaven.

So I'm going to share a little #WonderFest story. It's not going to make sense to most of you.

WonderFest is a global mecha in Louisville, KY every year for unfortunate kids like me who never grew out of building model spaceships.

I have friends on every continent except Antarctica because of WonderFest. My newlywed wife and I spent a night outside Liverpool on our honeymoon staying with friends we made at WonderFest. It's a thing, and no, you're not invited if you can't build. Anyway...

...about ten years ago, a shitboat of us sci-fi model nerds were in a hotel suite getting our faces torn off by Molson XXX beer that had probably been smuggled across the Canadian border illegally by a Canuck compatriot.

We're three days into this Con. No one has eaten real food. Booze is flowing like Niagara. We're all talking shit. The Canuck looks like he's been passed out for an hour, chin on chest. We're jawing about WWII fighters for some reason.

I, being drunk, in an offhand fashion, talk about Canada's contribution to the war effort, which was considerable and honorable, and accidentally refer to the roundels on their planes as "Oak leafs."

Friends, I've been in real fights. I have seen people come to life and stand up at the slightest provocation.

But I have never seen anything like that Canadian resurrecting himself up off the suite's couch when I fucked up the tree species on the Canadian flag.

Blappy (we call him Blappy, no one knows why) openned his eyes, rose up off the couch like Nosferatu, and got right in my face shouting, "Oakleaf, motherfucker! Do I call it the Asterisks and Ribbons, you piece of shit!?"

Remember, we're in Louisville, KY, as all four-foot-nothing of this boiling cauldron of maple syrup jumps up in my grill.

What does everyone in the room do as Captain Ottawa lights off and insults our flag?

Laughs. At me. For fucking up Canada's flag.

I still hear about it.

We would all kill for Blappy. We have people who come from Canada, New Zealand, England, Hong Kong, Japan... every year. And they're family. Our big, dumb, drunk family.

Nice family, stupid.

 

[AnOminous]

How does a man simultaneously manage to look so fat and so noodly in tandem.

What sort of diet/exercise routine do you need to go on to have a build such as this.

By just being a fat son of a bitch, a worthless fat cocksucker. That is what this fat tub of shit is, an evil, fat fuck.

Then you might enjoy this:

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Why would anyone post these fat pictures? What is wrong with this fat motherfucker?

 

[Anonymus Fluhre]

If people imagine a trombone playing when you walk by, you're fat.

If you have more rolls than a KFC than your fat.

If your arms have more skin folds than croissant dough, your fat.