"Oh, cry me a river, Pitt!"
Posted on 05/12/2009 6:00:53 AM PDT by PJ-Comix
As a slurring Pitt was dragged out of sight;
He cried Merry Fitzmas to all,
and to all a bar fight
TruthOut is still around but because of the Fitzmas Fraud, Google removed their posts from their news section. Pitt and the Fashion Editor still associated with Truthout. Leopold long gone. Would love to be there if the journalistic team of Leopold & Lib ever accidentally meet again. A fireworks show.
Merry Fitzmas, Frank!
Marc Ash the Fash photographer.
I remember the name, but forget his connection with Fitzmas, or was it just his connection to Leopold/TruthOut? Whatever...
Jason Leopold sold the Pied Piper on what he already wanted to believe. More than likely Leopold also got a nice chunk of Pitt's trust fund cash to do "investigations." For Pitt it was like an investment in his new future as a famous journalist that was guaranteed by Jason Leopold.
I wonder if he also got Momma to contribute? Hasn't some online discord been noted between the two, and could that be the source? Frank may have some knowledge on this...
Marc Ash is publisher of Truthout. He is sort of like the Marcus Aemilius Lepidus of Fitzmas triumvirate.
Mumsy wants the Pied Piper to finally do some real WORK. He acted as a gofer at the Mumsy family law firm outlet in San Francisco but he found that too rough. Then he taught school in Newton and is currently waiting for the statute of limitations to expire. Currently doing NOTHING except for his nightly Bukowski’s run.
Regarding the Newton connection, how long until that pedo stuff becomes irrelevant?
*snicker!*
Thank you, good sir!
We've got this Fitzmas celebration going on over in my digs, too. Link on my next comment, below.
And in case anyone's not up on the Fitzmas story, links to all of P-J Comix's most excellent Fitzmas threads are posted there, too. That link's in one of my comments, I forget which, but it leads to a treasure trove of Fitzmas presents.
Damn it is that time of year again, I forgot to buy a PPPD Card. :)
THE NIGHT BEFORE FITZMAS
‘Twas the night before Fitzmas, when all through the house
Not a FReeper was typing or using their mouse.
Their essays were stored in a file they called “Pitt”
In hopes that the contest would show off their wit.
The authors had wrestled all week to write bad,
While versions of Willie’s prose ran off their pad.
And PJ in his perch there atop DUFU Towers
Had just settled his blogs for a few business hours.
When up on the DUFUs there arose such a ruckus,
I sprang from my deep snooze to see what the fuss was.
Away to “My Comments” I flew bada-bing!
Went straight to a Pitt thread to check out the ping.
The mood of delight at a new-written post
Was not what amazed or surprised me the most.
For what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a wee little DUmmie who was holding a beer!
With a bald head, an earring—I’ve got to admit,
I knew in a moment it must be Will Pitt!
More vapid an English I never had heard,
With sentence on sentence and word upon word.
“Now deader! Now duller! Now wordy and prolix!
On pompous! On pond’rous! Impress PJ-Comix!
Till the end of the page! Till a volume you fill!
Now write away! Write away! Write it like Will!”
He spoke not much more, which was so unlike Pitt;
He usually rambles and piles up his spit.
We wondered the cause of this newfound restraint—
Oh, not that we’re angry or making complaint!
Was there something amiss? What’s the worst that we feared?
But we heard Pitt exclaim, ere he soon disappeared:
“I’ve got to get back—a new essay to write!
I just heard that Fitz . . . is about to indict!”
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