CHUCK ADKINS: Half cracker, half gangsta, and all moron.
[Illustration via Doc Weasel]
"This ain't Detroit. this ain't the Badlands, this is the suburbs. And I will prosecute you. And so will my dad."
Our Story So Far:
Strange and troubled blogger relishes the death of blogger Mike Hendrix's late wife.
"This might explain why this Christina Hendrix bitch is dead, If I had to hang around idiots like that, I'd fucking die too.
Yeah, I said that, I meant ever fucking word of it."
Ace has the background in Internet Loser of the Week
"Christina Hendrix is Mike from Cold Fury's recently deceased wife. She died in a motorcycle accident about half a year ago."And a few Aceistic disturbing observations about Mr. Adkins as well.
Mike Hendrix is ready to literally kick said pathetic blogger's ample behind. And is not shy about it. Other allies of Hendrix (I'm one of them.) give pathetic blogger hot comments and email. Posts begin to be dedicated to moron:
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler "The Definition of Asking for it" "I don't usually get involved in blogwars, but this time I'm going to make an exception. A very loud, profane one, so hide the children because this is about to get ugly." Hilarious, angry rant ensues.Patterico awards him the coveted Douchebag of the Day: Chuck Adkins
"This is not just a standard Internet dick move. It's one of the most jaw-droppingly assholish moves I've seen on the Internet, in five years of reading blogs."And Patterico reads a lot of blogs.
Heat increases exponentially. Blogger panics. Blogger's offending post mysteriously 404's and is nowhere to be found.
Blogger posts audio file which purports to explain the missing blog entry. Rambling and confused technoblather slides into what purports to be an apology. Said apology then degenerates into a rambling self-justification-mortification-scarification. Body-building neighbors are cited. Disabilities are brought out. Disabilities that are even unknown to modern medical science. Medication is mentioned: "I'll take a picture of the damn bottle and post it." Other frailties are listed. You can hear the hair shirt scratching the mortified flesh. Oh, timor! Oh, mortis!
All in all, a portrait of a man who needs to be put under close surveillance for his own good and those of his family and neighbors.
I've made a copy and moved it to LiveLeak in case the blogger in question comes off his medication and decides to erase it. The meltdown starts at about 4 minutes in. A real journey to the center of a disturbed mind and lost soul:Posted by Vanderleun at December 13, 2007 3:32 AM | TrackBack