I seriously affirm I am indeed me, no joke. I am not a doppelganger wrapped in my nick.
It amuses me people here suspect I am not me. I assure you I am not joking about this. Anyone who knows me is welcome to queary; I will be glad to show I know too much about me to not be me. ;-D
Stone knows because he asked me in 4UM mail to come back in here. He can verify this and would not lie about that.
Only I have the ferret accout at FreedomUnderground.org. I posted there recently. Check it out.
If you post to me there, I'll go answer you in that account. This is no spoof.
Pete is someone I trust. I did the Cornflake Girl returning bannee account at LP in part to yack at him.
We did a thread on Jeff Luers, an anarchist from my hometown of Eugene, Oregon who has been in prison for torching SUVs at Romania Cherolet. Free/Jeff gets out of prison any time now this month.
Sally bitched slapped his ass when the tree humpin Corn
Flake Girl here threatened LP with the secret service/FBI because he's too
stupid to believe a ROPE/NOOSE can be meant for TRAITORS, he/she likes to think
everyone wants to hang black people when he sees a rope...go figure!
Why is it black? The legs don't look black. I think you're right. I think it's dead! The black plague got it or something worse - something way worse!
It may be a case of flesh-eating bacteria. I got that in my scrotum a few years ago,and it turned black and got swollen to the size of a small bowling ball. When it burst,it leaking black pus that smelled so bad it would make a buzzard puke. The hospital burned the pants I was wearing when I came into the ER.
This is some seriously bad stuff. The surgeon told me he thought he was going to have to castrate me to save my life,and even then it was a 50/50 chance I would die on the operating table. I had to sign a release before they would operate. I was lucky and survived with all my original equipment,but the surgeon was so surprised and pleased he still smiles and tells me how lucky I was to survive every time he sees me. He told me once I was out of danger that if I had gotten to the ER 30 minutes later I would have probably died,and there wouldn't have been a thing he could have done about it.
I was luck in another way,too. It just so happened that the on call doc at the ER that night had seen the last case of flesh-eating bacteria that came in a couple of years earlier,and recognized it right away and didn't hesitate to call the operating team in at 3 AM. The previous case was a 15 year old girl that got a infection on her leg,and two days later they had to amputate her leg to save her life.