I don’t know which one of them is the most distasteful, actually. Freerepublic is doing what it always does when the going gets uphill: it digs out the scapegoats and the Zots. The internecine warfare is getting quite warm as the establishment lickspittles line up behind the MasterBum. There’s a thread on there which is quite funny. I’ll show you some highlights :).
Hildy, an old-timer since 1998 is telling the idiot crowd that all they’ve managed to do is to keep Jimrob living in style.
Of course, that immediately drew a crowd of JR’s loyal mob accusing her of everything from wanting to murder Terri Schiavo to having had a secret abortion.
Little Bill, meanwhile:
It’s pretty incoherent, like the ravings of a lunatic, but I *think* what he’s trying to say is that Jimrob never took any money. And if he did, it wasn’t enough.
And if it’s not clear enough that FR is having a massive mental-health meltdown: the Freepers have gone from Viking Kitties to Viking Ape.
Ook, Freepers 🙂
Sorry to be harping on Mr. Robinson’s dishonesty up and down the walls. but it needs to be front and center and he needs to be out of conservative politics. He’s a very damaging animal.
As you can see, the Begathon still lists Mestamachine as a monthly donor. This is, as we all know, a baldfaced lie. And of course the begathons are rife with baldfaced lies enough to make them a full-on swindle.
And into the deep we go. Or go whining, go deep :).
Remember I mentioned “The Golden Compass”, the fantasy movie with Sam Elliot? A wonderful movie, but the Freepers are of the conviction that the production is driven by the Antichrist, Satan himself, or maybe even Antifreepers. “Catholic” lunatics of the Jim Robinson variety managed to get the production of the planned sequel cancelled. And they were concerned that watching t”The Golden Compass” might cost you your soul.
Actually, responding to this screech for money might cost you your soul, if you’re a Freeper. And if you have one :).
But looky here:
Lol. Freepers WILL steal whatever isn’t nailed down. Stealing pics from a movie Freepers claim is by Satan – for Rimjob – is just about par for these lunatics.
There was one other picture on the beggar thread that I found interesting (the “creativity” of the paid thiieves force seems to be deflating slightly):
Rimjob and Onyx. One wonders if he got a claw on her estate yet, or if he’s given up. Something tells me he’s still scrabbling for the green….
There’s an epithet you’ll find around the web, it’s in the post title. In fact, it *is* the post title. Apart from depicting a fairly disgusting sexual practice it has been used as a name for Jim Robinson of FR.
Having taken note of his latest begathon hoopla, I have sort of concluded that it is entirely deserved. I don’t generally hold with genitalia-cussing or even underpants-jokes; they’re mostly more stupid than they’re worth. But in this case, maybe not.
Anyway, I see the legless lardster is spinning around FR continuing his libel of Mesta as part of his ongoing swindle of the Freepers. Hey, Rimjob: you know who I am, and where I am. And still you hide, you jellyroll. No phone number available, your email seems to be permanently dead, and if you have ever had an actual accountant I suspect it was the guy who was stripped of his law license.
So much for FR, the roadkill of US “politics”.
But what I really wonder, keeping this year’s experience in mind, is this: how many Freepers have you actually killed? You know, chasing the mammon in your pitiful little zottopaloozas?
I think that is something that should be looked closely at. Don’t you?
Oh, and I couldn’t resist this deliciously ironic piece of graphics from one of your beggar lieutenants:
Give up your freedoms all who enter here, or Jim goes bankrupt :).
Like slavering hounds chasing the kitten down the course, the freepers are off to the great Zot tournament, in this gem of a thread:
You will note that Jimbo is jumping out of the weeds with the ZotHammer already in post #4, and that the tone is already so hysterical in the Begathon that freepers even thinking out of the straitjacket may not last long. If I were knarf, I’d pipe down amd hide under the nearest table. It might help if there’s a lot of greasy food, creamcakes and cats on it.
The graphics I expected are starting to show up, with the obscenely fat baby so well-known for for being pinned on his parents tire iron is depicted issuing a zot-challenge to all disloyal members of the cult.
Actually, I think Jim – and the inner freeperium – may be infected by Toxoplasma, a catific bacterium that drives its vicitms insane and orders them into serfdom to cats. Obviously, the need for mansions, huge food mountains, and ritual attacks on whatever catches the maniac’s attention is another aspect of the unsanitary animals mode of being. This is going to be a very fun Begathon :).
Bonus Question: Who owns this child? Is a Freeper responsible for his abuse?
And we’re off, to the last Freerepublic Begathon in 2014. If Jimbo doesn’t manage to squeeze in an extra track. We’re of course just starting out, so I’m waiting with bated breath for all the coming attractions like murder threats, exhortations to give Jimbo your last four cents, pictures of countless cats and cakes, unsanitary cats-among-the-cakes, fake donor lists, creepy stolen graphics and generally hours of amusement to the degree one has time to waste.
Earlier today I noticed that Jimbo is somewhat worried about the site’s credibility, and issued an edict against satire posts not clearly enough marked as satire. It also seems to be a sore point that John Semmens, the noted internet satirist, is posting in many other places than on Free Republic, and JR’s Praetorian Guard wants him banned. Go ahead, Jimbo – apply again for the internet moron award.
Anyway, this curious thread where JR has found a new regulatory cause for FR is here:
But JR’s flock of potatoheads reacted as normally to JR’s command to save FR’s credibility by not posting satire: “Thank you!”, “Thank you Boss!”, “Needed to be Said, Jim!” – and so on and so forth ad vomitus.
No pictures in this round; I’m sure we’ll have a lot as insanity, greed and shortness of breath and money gripping the frippier freepers in Jimbo’s Cosa Nostra complete with illustrations :).
Until next time, folks.
Wowsa! Here I come moseying along expecting my old blog, and I’m presented with boops. And have to reset my stuff just to be able to see the theme. Let’s see how this thing rolls.
Anyway, I see that JR over at Robinsontown is up to his old shenanigans, sending henchmen to other blogs and sites to disrupt, still running fake lists of monthly donors (it doesn’t matter if you’re dead, zombified, gone to join cannibal ISIS, or have demanded to be taken off the lists). That html must be made of sun-dried dung rather like a Kraal from the UN King’s homeland. But no amount of swindles can land Boss Hog in jail, obviously :).
As you can see, the Bilbo Beggins Brigade has run out of imagination somewhat. I wonder when one of them will come up with the idea of a hefty plate price for being on the President’s Enemy List?
But things may not be altogether well in the land of Grifty and Grafty.
Extolling the virtues of Mitt Romney. When I looked, JR and the slavering Mormon-hater hordes hadn’t shown up yet. But I expect they will, and then there will be a few less Freepers.
So the mad hatter of FR is demanding that people slit the throat of their paycheck envelope and send some of that green to the wheeled delegation of drunks sitting guard at the border, protecting the country against Nonfreepers, Antifreepers, Mormons, Homosexualists, catfish, and various brown people. Enabling them to turn FR into “a weapon”.
Sorry to disappoint you, crackpots: the only kind of “weapon” FR is and will ever be is the kind you stick in your mouth and pull the trigger on.
Very sad, actually – you coulda been contenders, you rotting collection of holyrolling jellyrollers.
Just a small comment on the onrolling madness of the FR begathons. They are no longer funny, just sad and predictable. If I was a betting critter I’s probably make book on when the FR kadres would kill some of their sheep for money. Piece of advice: be very careful of what you sign.
Now, that wasn’t funny but just nasty. This, on the other hand, IS funny. Pre-Obama Katzenjammer Kids.
Before the world got to worship at a Black Nazist’s feet.
That is Freeper Language and means that I am hip to the Catladies and am on the road to becoming P.R.E.F.E.C.T.
Just pulling your legs, ppl. Or spinning your wheels. Whatever feels right.
Today, I’ve looked in on the Begathon. Again. It’s getting awfully old, and awfully stoopid. But I have a comparison to make.
This is John Kerry, or as we all know him, “Lurch”. Meshuge Mikey has doctored him so that his eyes are blinking. His nose, though, is static. With only two more years of intensive training on the Free Photoshop Mikey will be able to remedy that, I’m sure.
Kerry was wounded in the Vietnam War. It seems to have been only a buttcheek wound from a flying rice grain, but still – there was blood and probably the need for a patch.
He’s a War Hero. Lol.
This is Jim Robinson, or as we all know him, Boss. He’s always appearing in his wheelchair, wearing his Navy cap and flying his American flags. He’s a War Hero.
But no. None of the kind. He never saw combat, he served on a ship safely offshore and his only commendation as far as I’ve been able to find was for lugging shells that were shot by a gunner at targets out of view.
But the impression for the gullible – deliberate, I’m damn sure – is that he lost his legs to the Communist enemy somehow.
Frauds. The more they differ, the more they’re the same.
Just looked in at the Robinsontown beggars banquet, and as usual there is a smile or two to be had. This time over the fact that the Freepers seem to have gotten wise to the old carnivore’s tricks, and the fact that the Freepers still seem to have problems with spelling their howls for money to the orang-outan.
Free Republic: the Savage Garden 🙂
Petals in the Savage Garden, indeed.
I know. I’m just mean :).
Oh, and what is this?
Does this mean that the vultures finally drove Lazamataz off the board? Is JR priming a bomb? And is he aiming?
Someone better get the straitjacket, doublequick…