Laser, Jack, I.R. & everyone else!
I
urge you to take
screenshots and create archives with the Wayback Machine that document DVR's goofy, libellous post and threads.
Why? Because he's scrambling behind the scenes, attempting damage control, and has removed many - if not
all - of the content in question.
Hidden it from public view, rather. Its still there, but only he and his multiple personalities have access to it.
Them and his
one lackey, whoever-the-fuck... Ever noticed L.B. backward is B.L.(?)-- Does this mean Elle Bee is in cahoots with Bart Ell?
Not only does DVR conduct himself like a
Fed, but he behaves as if he's above the law.
Not that I'm about to go to police. That's a
bitch move.
You're the one with bodyguards, you
mook! Scared shitless. Is that gravy running down your leg, or are you just hoping to not see me?
A grown "man,"
decades my senior, evades a direct, telephonic conversation, but phones my associates to find out dirt on me.
Don't stir the pot, and then
make a run for it when it boils over. Calling around tryna hush me, and find out intel for your pet wetback.
Claims that I'm a basement-dwelling sponge to my parents, weighing over 300 pounds and that I'm a midget, rapist and pedophile.
What business of yours is it where I live or don't?* What I weigh?** That's some
faggot K. Dubb shit.
Oh. And, if being average height somehow translates to "midget" for you, I'd like to know what drugs you're on, and how much of your brain doesn't have craters the size of the holes in a wedge of swiss cheese.
I bet if we collected all your posts up till this point, they might constitute a bestseller in the genre of fiction. So much make-believe, and so little time.
Pedophile, you say? Yes. All because of some
satirical tweet.
Rapist, huh? So now you just take the rape you perpetrated on my associates, pretend it didn't occur, and just call
me one
instead.
How's that workin' for ya?
* THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS
** THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WEIGH ANYWHERE CLOSE TO 300 POUNDS