Behind the scenes . . . THANKS TO KICK-ASS ANONYMOUS INSIDERS who offer insight into an upcoming protest in the aftermath of a media circus and movie deal media blitz . . .
"Twitter @Justice4TheVictim is planning another rally in Maryville. They are posting on Pastebin. This is where most Anonymous calls to action occur. There is absolutely no interest in this call by Anonymous. Most true Anons feel this is a no win situation at this point and want nothing to do with it . . . The "Rape Advocacy" zealots are pushing this action and they have very little influence within Anonymous. Maryville was a black-eye to Anonymous . . ."
Really, the protest hasn't drawn much interest from anybody in social media altogether and it has been moved from Feb 15th to Feb 22nd.
Developing . . .
How many women are in Anonymous?
ReplyDeleteProbably none.
Byron first asshole freeloader to comment.
DeleteYawn. Case closed.
ReplyDeleteGuy got a slap on the wrist. Anonymous is right to back off. This is just a witch hunt now. The case is over.
ReplyDeleteAnother stupid fucking comment by the blogs asshole. Just keeps stinking the place up. To bad Tony is such a nut-less Mexican. To bad Stan Kramer isn't still around to put an end to it. Maybe Carl will send Sly a letter saying he will move his company if Sly don't put a stop to Byron's negative rants against people in Kansas City. Sure Sly would love to stomp another Funkhouser into the ground.
ReplyDeleteMost people have started ignoring him--giving his remarks the attention they deserve. Follow suit, and he'll go away.
ReplyDeleteByron, is that the child molesting, wife beater I keep hearing about ?
ReplyDeleteCum Guy......what's your take on Daisy Coleman ?????
ReplyDeleteI think even the cum guy has standards and the Coleman's are below that.
ReplyDeleteWhats wild here is that late last year Byron the ignorant loser was all gushy about Anonymous getting involved with the so call injustice and that they would expose the real truth.
ReplyDeleteWell that didn't happen so the ignorant asshole as does Glazer is now putting the blame on Anonymous because they might not have any women. When you have two losers as this, opening their pie holes about everything when in fact the two losers know nothing this is the type of trash that flows out. Byron is a loser, the black sheep of the family no doubt, but the drugs and self induced insanity are starting to eat at what little brain he has, hence why he is going bat shit crazy. Glazer is just simply un educated and stupid so in a way he does have an excuse. Good thing Daddy and all those who set him up was there to make it happen for him.
i agree with 7:30.
ReplyDeleteIs the Glazer guy and Byron, aka "sheep shagger", related ? I hope Glazer doesn't make a move on my sheep!
ReplyDelete11:54 LOL
ReplyDeletedat Maryville ho white ?
ReplyDeleteThere must be something in the water in that part of Missouri or maybe it’s just how life is. Remember this is in the neighborhood of Skidmore Missouri. Maryville is app 14 miles east from Skidmore. Now for those of you who don’t remember that location, it is where Ken Rex McElroy was from. Over the course of his life McElroy was accused of dozens of felonies, including assault, child molestation, rape, arson, hog and cattle rustling, and burglary. McElroy was born in 1934, the fifteenth of sixteen children born to a poor, migrant tenant-farming couple. On July 10, 1981 McElroy was shot to death in broad daylight as he sat with his wife Trena in his pickup truck on Skidmore's main street. He was struck by bullets from at least two different firearms, in front of a crowd of people estimated as between 30 and 46. To date, no one has been charged in connection with McElroy's death.
ReplyDeleteNow while what happened to Daisy to some is shocking and to others it’s just how life is in small town Missouri. Fathering more than 10 children with different women, McElroy met his last "wife", Trena McCloud, when she was 12 years old and in eighth grade. She became pregnant when she was fourteen, dropped out of school in the ninth grade, and went to live with McElroy and a woman named Alice Wood. Sixteen days after Trena gave birth, both she and Alice fled to Trena's mother's and stepfather's house. According to court records, McElroy tracked them down and brought them back. He then returned to Trena's parents home when they were away, shot the family dog, and burned down the house. Sounds sort of brutal does it not? It’s a life many folks can’t relate to because it’s poor rural United States type living. Now for those of us who live in say Kansas City we just can’t believe people still live like this but they do. They wake up just a few short miles from Kansas City and live a life we can’t relate to because we don’t want to.
Ken Rex McElroy died a violet death by the hands of several shooters. Never was proved who did what the day of the shooting. But the crowd who was doing the shooting all lived in the area. Justice as we know it here in KC is not the same justice you find in poor rural areas. Poor rural areas as well don’t think the law always applies to them. Now they don’t all do it to obtain financial gain they do it to survive. I was in very rural north Arkansas back in the early eighties seeking out the hull of an old Ford Model A that was in the area. A friend of a friend sort of thing knew about it. After a day of looking for it I had the same as almost gave up locating the location of it. I was in a very country bar where they knew I didn’t belong and wasn’t sure I wasn’t law of some sort no doubt. I didn’t feel like I belonged either but was tired, frustrated and thirsty. So I was studying my drawings of some maps I had that were supposed to lead me to where I wanted to go. I was leaving to start a drive to Strawberry AK where I was hoping the place I was supposed to be able to stay that night wasn’t a table top under some tree. As I was leaving I was approached by two bubbas, no doubt and I just knew I was about to be Deliveranced. Simply they just wanted to know who I was and what was I doing driving around their area all day. I told them my story and the facts of it and they I guessed figured I knew just the right things because they offered to help. Well ok they offered for a sum of money and of course it took both of them. So I agreed and a meet for the next morning was made since they said going where we was going after dark wasn’t smart. I had no clue what laid ahead of me.
The next morning with a trailer on the back of our International Scout and I headed in to the town hit the same bar where at 9 in the morning both these men I was meeting were enjoying a cold one already. We loaded up and off we went. Went down some of the same roads I had the day before when one said here, turn right here. There was no road. Was a ditch with some rock in it going into a corn field. Upon some clarification I turned, went across this ditch and started to follow this corn field around on the edge. All I could see was corn and tree rows. A little distance on back in the field was a break in the tree row and turned there we did and were in a field of well weeds, I thought. Then I began to see what appeared to look like a path that a car or truck didn’t use much. But what got my attention more was no doubt some small patches of “the weed” growing. As I was looking and driving well creepy along in this field and gazing at the nice looking weed that was growing I was asked what I was looking at and to just pay attention to where I was going, there was some holes in this here field. I got the drift and on we went through I kid you not three more fields of some sort before we came to a house and a barn looking thing. Ok well maybe a lean to was more like it. We all got out and I have never heard quite like this, I mean quite. Heard a noise and looked over at what appeared to be a garden and an old woman with a cloth cap on was working in the garden. This was a woman who had worked hard outside all of her life. She was bent over and had leather brown wrinkled skin. Her dress looked like two pieces of cloth sewed together with a place for arms and a head to poke out. Had patterns at one time but was all bleached out. She talked in a manner I had never heard of, sort of back woods with a Louisiana twist. Told her who I was there for and what I wanted. She just nodded her head and pointed towards another area of the place. As we walked around towards that area I begin to smell something like wood smoke but didn’t see any smoke coming from the house and then noticed two deer tired to a tree. Live deer I tell ya, with ropes all around their heads and necks of the kind they weren’t going to get out of. We go back behind this barn slash lean to and there is a roof sticking out over what I was looking for, the old Ford. It was just sitting there under cover with light coat of rust all over it, had wheels on it all flat but all there the same. I was worried the wood would have been rotted out on the wheels but didn’t appear so. But as well I became aware of the wood smoke I had noticed earlier and about fifty feet away in a small clearing by a small pond which come to find out was spring fed. It was a working still to say the least. Now we have all seen pictures of them in books and in the movies but I swear you have never seen one like this. Ok, well money is flashed old man wants a phone and it was going to cost a lot of money to get line ran out there. That was the reason for selling the Model A Ford rigged up old time style to haul shine. Old lady was not too happy about selling off the car since they may need it again someday. How do you tell someone like this old lady you could never haul any shine in this car again. It was about the time we started talking about loading the car up is when the two bubbas grabbed me and slammed and I mean slammed me up against the side of the building. It was made very clear to me I didn’t see or had seen a thing and I would never return or remember how I even got there. I was talking fast at that point don’t think I wasn’t. But by end of day I was headed back to Kansas City and was sure I would never ever return to Arkansas again.
ReplyDeleteSorry I got to rambling here but the point I was making here is like these folks here was living a life that was all they knew about. House had no electrical or running water I am sure. A road where roads weren’t really at was how they lived. Illegal deer tied up in the yard, probably been doing that for tens of years and nobody appeared to be trying to stop them. They had to eat no doubt and so this is how they made that happen. Federal or state laws meant nothing to them. Had a small still going guess they sold shine to someone and maybe was all they did to make money. The old car was full of new mason jars and lids. I have no idea who the weed belonged to, nor do I care. There were probably many more illegal things happening around there if you compared the laws of say Kansas City to the mountains of Arkansas. They are their own law there I am willing to bet and sure it’s enforced in ways we wouldn’t like but then maybe it’s ways we might ought to look at. Young women having sex at 12 and 13 isn’t so shocking in their lives, it is how it is. A cousin marries a cousin and nobody gets their panties in a twist. So what happen in Maryville might have been an event that is the norm there and not the norm for us who live in the big city. These United States we like to think are civilized but in many places it isn’t even close to that yet. I bet you would see a lot of the same in say Alaska just a different climate. While we who live in the big cites might think we are all the smart ones I am betting not many of you would make it if you had to depend on the land to feed you as these people do. So the anti-rape people can scream all they want to about it but what sometimes appears to be rape might not always be rape. I’m not saying a man or woman has the right to force another to have sex with them, I am saying hour’s later yelling rape isn’t a solution to bad behavior even at age 13.
ReplyDeleteAnon 10:06
ReplyDeleteI've been here for four years. I wish that you would regard my comments exactly the same as anyone else's, but because I use my name, that makes me a target. People reference me in their comments all the time. How is that ignoring me?
I asked a simple question that is relevant to the topic. How many women are in Anonymous?
damn Carl your long winded....but you story rings true. You hit it dead on the head. Those pushing the Maryville rape are self promoters with political agendas, and a small band of man hating lesbians...
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