Posted on 12/29/2005 9:43:03 AM PST by PJ-Comix
LOL!!! BTW, I am now starting to understand why Pitt was so VEHEMENT in his denial in talking to ANYBODY EVER in A.N.S.W.E.R.. He doesn't want to politically embarrass his father by having any ties with that COMMUNIST organization. Pitt did say that PDA did work with A.N.S.W.E.R. in organizing that rally but he himself somehow remained hermetically sealed from ANY contact with A.N.S.W.E.R..
William Rivers Pitt has powers beyond our puny, mortal comprehension.
I printed out his conversation and it took FOUR pages. Four pages of DETAILED quotes from at least a day earlier. I can't even do that with a conversation I had 5 minutes ago.
I read your post just now and already forgot what you said.
Looks like there are two humongous losers in that family.
Keep in mind that of those four pages of quotes, approximately 3.75 come from PITT HIMSELF. The quotes from "Ty" consist mainly of "Yep," "That ain't right," "OK," and "Shoot."
Pitt probably does memorize everything he himself says, since it is all so memorable.
Personally, I think Pitt probably did have SOME sort of "conversation" with "Ty," although undoubtedly enhanced for our reading pleasure. Also remember that Pitt is constantly on the lookout for material to fill his blog. When this little "conversation" looked like it might develop into fodder for his column, the little "Record" button went on in Pitt's brain.
So, suddenly the Democratics don't want to express their sympathy toward Communism? When did that start?
Did that, uh, jump out at anyone else as disturbing?
it has been quite some time now, but there is no Christopher Parker at JH. I find the following Parker's:
Abby, Althea, Angus, Ann, Audrey, Chad, Charles, Charlotte, Cindy, Cinque, Claire, Darryl, David, Dominoque, Donna, Douglas, Elizabeth, Erica, Erika, Florenc (which I'm figuring is Florence), Glenda, Harlan, Ian, Jared, Jonathon, Julia, Karen, Kevin, Kimberly, LaTosha, Laura, Lauren, Lisa, Mary, Nathan, Noita, Richard, Rodger, Ross, Sara, Sharone, Stephen, and Dale Parker-Brown.
No Christopher...although, when i first saw the name i thought of Christopher Robin.
Purple Prose Pitt is a liar pure and simple.
Ty no more exists than the man in the moon (and there is a greater likelihood of the man in the moon existing).
There is no way anyone read that story in 5 minutes as long winded as Pitt is. Unless he refered him to my thread on CU where I provided a summary.
Readers Digest version the bouncer in Pitt's favorite bar is a * supporter and now he is questioning the patriot act so this means chimpy is toast.
http://www.conservativeunderground.com/forum/showthread.php?t=27398
Charlie's doesn't have a bouncer though. They do have great cheesburgers.
If you're still reading the thread, keep going. I found the right bar in another Pitt essay, and PJ-Comix talked to Ty and Pitt.
"He spilled his beer all over himself?"
I think it's urinary incontinence.
Rubbish! No one could read Pitt without a nap.
Pitt's now posted a thread about you calling but he thinks you're a former DU member who has been banned.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x5714135
"WilliamPitt (1000+ posts) Fri Dec-30-05 02:12 AM
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In the shadow of staggering assholes
Edited on Fri Dec-30-05 02:23 AM by WilliamPitt
FOR THE RECORD: I say "Some DUer" in the post below because he introduced himself on the phone with a DU screen name. I will not repeat it; I don't know if this person is a banned former member or what, but regardless, I am not going to make Captain Ass any more famous. Don't ask who it was, either in this thread or via PM. I will not say. Sufficed to say, the following did happen, and the person was a present or former DUer.
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Y'all maybe saw the essay I put up here yesterday, about my conversation with the bouncer at my bar:
http://www.truthout.org/docs_2005/122905A.shtml
Well, some folks in the thread I put up on this doubted that it was true. That's fine. I laid a challenge on the table: Ten thousand dollars says anyone can come to Boston, meet this guy, and hear from him that what I wrote was true. If I lied, I pay. If I spoke true, they pay. Strangely, no one took me up on it. Go figure.
Well.
Today, apparently, some DUer who doesn't much like me decided to go a different route. I didn't name the bar I go to in the piece, but this DUer knew which one it was. That means, probably, that he came to Boston for the DNC and I took him into the bosom of my hospitality, brought him to my bar, bought him beers, etc.
This DUer called Ty AT WORK to pester him about the substance of the essay. Demanded to read the essay to him on the phone, so he could ask if the quotes were accurate. Demanded and demanded and demanded, as if he had a right to fuck with this guy at work.
Ever have a random stranger call you at work?
Add to that the rules of this place of work: Personal calls are for emergency use only. So my boy winds up getting talked to by his two bosses because this DUer called and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, to talk to Ty.
Why?
Because this DUer fancies himself a writer in his own right. But rather than carve out a place for himself the hard way like I did through hard work, dilligence, truth-telling and the development of sources over ten years, this DUer wanted to take a shortcut. He called Ty to try to get him to say I lied in my story.
In other words, this DUer tried to crawl up over my back, tried to get immediately famous by "exposing" me. That way, he could write about it and make a splash.
Too bad for him, though, that the story was true. Ty had his number from the earlier call, and I called this asshat back, and handed the phone to Ty. Ty said, "Every word Will wrote was truth. He quoted me exactly. I don't need motherfuckers calling me at work. Fuck off."
Now here's the funny part.
I got back on the phone with this poor excuse for a poop, and he tries to grill me on ANSWER, tries to grill me on impeachment, tries to pry a story out of his failed attempt to fuck with my friend. After I finished yelling at him, he said, "Well, I have a lot of good material now." It was pathetic.
But not as pathetic as when he said, "So, will you do a podcast for me?"
I told him to fuck himself. Loudly, colorfully, offering both directions and a map.
Morals:
1. I don't lie in my essays;
2. If you have questions, I am not hard to find;
3. Don't fuck with my friends;
4. Don't try to crawl over my back to make yourself famous. Put the work in;
5. Ty wants to eat this guy's liver; he genuienly wants to do violence to this person, so fucking with Ty is a bad idea;
6. Don't beg for a podcast after making an asshole out of yourself.
Final moral: We are all in this together, but some think this is all a big paycheck. This guy wanted to do damage to me in order to better his own pathetic state of affairs, and had no hesitation to fuck with a friend of mine he had never met in order to do so.
In other words, some pigs think they are more equal than others.
Anyway, this was my night. Fun, eh?
Anyone who thinks being well-known (for me, even minorly well-known) is a good thing needs a beating. I can't write a personal essay without the people involved getting messed with.
Awesome.
Assholes everywhere."
It is funny though how PJ got under his (thin) skin.
They have never heard of line of succession??
These people are insane, they aren't useful to their cause. They are useless idiots
You should have recorded the conversation and let us listen online... =o)
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