I disagree with your assessment, REDACTED. “The first refuge of the truly scared” is to bury your head in the sand and hope no one recognizes your ass. But I’m not scared, and I hate to bust your bubble of fun, but I am not trying to scare you either. I just want openness and fairness.
Sure, that's why phone numbers were posted in the reply. I suppose posting someones personal line and work phone and asking people to call it isn't harassment. I've never asked anyone to harass anyone else. I've just asked that a closer look be taken at a man's record. I've also never taken a shot at him he didn't deserve, or was blatantly false-like calling someone a homosexual, for instance, oh, master of logic.
This site has never, and will never, be about me. It is about Jamie Franks, though.
You know, REDACTED, there is an old saying where I come from: “if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.”
Seems like I've struck a nerve.
We say some things where I'm from, too. You can't always get what you want. America, love it or leave it. He's dead, Jim. Take a picture, it'll last longer. Stop and smell the roses. Help is on the way. All that, and a bag of chips. Hold your horses.
You are a walking contradiction, REDACTED. You cower behind a blog and use it as vehicle to—most often baselessly—attack folks and call them out because of some obvious personal vendetta, yet your immediate reaction to any attempt to hold you to even the most basic level of accountability is to hide the facts.
Once again, when it becomes about me, I'll give you a call. Oh, wait, you didn't post your phone number, tax returns, blood type, stool sample, and hair color! Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy!
Why the double standard, REDACTED? You are upset that Mr. Franks is not subjected to enough scrutiny; yet merely subjecting you to having your own name called is suddenly an “attack” worthy of denouncement!
Because I'm not, and ain't never gonna be, runnin' for office. By the way, the whole 'you're so flamingly gay and obsessed' thing? That's an attack.
You claim to be providing a public service, enlightening your readers to the alleged flaws and debasements of a political figure, yet the hypocrisy inherent in your utter cowardice when asked to account for your own identity, let alone whatever might be wrong with it, robs your argument and position of even a modicum of speciousness, given your refusal to stand behind the claims you make.
If there's something I've said that's not true, let me know. I'll be waiting, just like Osama is on that court summons. Once more, Socrates, If I've said something untrue, feel free to point it out.
You know, REDACTED, if you cannot find within yourself the intestinal fortitude to lend your name to what you say, then why should anyone attribute any credibility to your words? If you’re so ashamed of the man you’ve become that you can’t even handle signing your work, a skill that even most kindergarteners seem to have mastered, then clearly your problems extend far beyond any threat I could make.
Ashamed? Wow. Most people who've known me most of my life are proud of me. Heck, most people who know me actually like me without having the motive of sucking at the power teet. I can't say that about everyone. Another strategy of the desperate: Attacking the messenger.
To the fine readers of this blog: all I am asking is for REDACTED to face the music, as he so often calls on Mr. Franks to do. Please do me a favor and call him up on his cell phone (REDACTED) or at REDACTED (REDACTED), call up REDACTED and ask him, for the sake of openness and fairness, to not delete my post this time.
So typical. Pressure someone who won't give you what you want into doing it with threats and intimidation. I'm sure everyone who will call that number will be so nice and civil that it'll make your stomach churn. You can dress it up in as many big words as you want, but it's still the same thing.
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