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In reply to the discussion: Patton Oswalt: What gun owners think they look like... [View all]Ghost in the Machine
(14,912 posts)Why is it that you can't define, and back up, what you write? Is it because you don't know, because you're just parroting words and/or talking points you've read elsewhere??
"But Alas, You Disappoint....One expects you have heard that before." Project much? I have a hunch that *you* hear it on a semi-weekly basis, don't you?
You seem to want to know a lot about me, yet you are unwilling to even define your own word that you used here more than once. I *do* know one thing about you, though. Well, in retrospect, make that *TWO* things...
Since you decided to go off on a personal attack (or more like a meltdown/hissyfit) on me, let me respond in kind:
#1... You, by your own admission to me several years ago, are not a Magistrate, nor anything close to any kind of judge. Not even a lawyer, or anyone of that caliber. My guess would be a Starbucks employee, or some kind of wait staff somewhere, who reads way too many philosophical and self-help books, so I would beg of you to *PLEASE STOP* with the phony, condescending "sirs" and "ma'ams", followed by some philosophical or psycho-babble bullshit.
#2... You're too lazy to do your own research on who you're trying to, vainly, I might add, 'bring down a notch or two'. I have been very open about my past life since I've been a member here, mostly on DU2, but a little bit here on 3 as well. You've got a star by your name... in the time it took you to type out your psycho-babble screed, you could have done advanced searches and found out about me. Since you failed to do so, I am now going to teach you a lesson in honesty and integrity, and possibly humiliate you in the process since you haven't got the honesty nor integrity to define your own words, as I have asked you to at least 3 times and you have avoided doing so... much akin to a gutless coward, or pompous ass
I came of age in Miami, Fla, right at the beginning of the "Cocaine Cowboy" days. I started out slinging 1/2 grams, grams and 8-balls, but quickly moved up the ladder due to family connections in the upper echelons. I started moving major weight, often times driving a Corvette with a briefcase with anywhere between $250,000 to $5 Million in it, to pick up product and bring it back to the warehouse, a T-Shirt screenprinting business, where kilos were packed in between shirts in boxes, then delivered with company box trucks. For my protection, I carried a .45 in a shoulder holster, had an Uzi between the seats, and a "spotter vehicle" that followed several car lenghts behind me, loaded with some heavily armed backup, just in case something went wrong. Luckily for me, nothing ever did go wrong. My "boss" had a very bad reputation, one of those "He'll shoot you just for looking at him the wrong way" reputations, but it was one he earned, not some "urban legend" or "talk on the street".
This man owned 5 delivery trucks, registered to his business, 8 Corvettes (1 for each day of the week, pluse a "spare", in case one was in the shop), registered in different names, and 9 or 10 Harleys, again all registered in different names. I had my pick each day of what I wanted to drive or ride. Along with the cocaine, we also supplied women to a few strip clubs in North Miami Beach and Hallandale/Hollywood area of Broward County. We had 8 townhouses spread across North Miami Beach, all leased in the girls' names, but we had keys to each one. We used them as crash pads & stash pads.... and back then, a coked up dancer was a happy dancer..
Ok now, Mr. Magistrate, I have given you just a small glimpse into my past. There is a *whole lot* more to it, but I'm geetting tired. It's 5:12 AM here, and I need a few hours of sleep. Am I worthy of a definition from you yet??
Either way, answer me this, please? What do you do about a book published as factual, but you KNOW that it's fill of lies, and an innocent man is behind bars for something he didn't do? Please read this, and let me introduce 3 friends of mine: Dickie, Al (Alfred) & Wally (Walter). This story is pure bullshit. They got ripped off for 13 kilos of coke, and they *KNEW* they were going to die. Wally went so far as to pre pay for his funeral, told his parents goodbye, and made out a will, leaving his van and roof coating business to me and another friend. You will also see that through everything, Gil Fernandez maintains his innocence to this day, though owning up to many crimes. I went as far as contacting the author and telling him his book was wrong, even gave him names to mention to Gil, but have not heard back. Quelle surprise!
Here's the book: Danger Road: A True Crime Story of Murder and Redemption
http://www.ergogenics.org/240.html
Ghost