On 05-29-10, WAYNE CHIRNSIDE said to ROSS CASSELL:

-=> ROSS CASSELL wrote to DAVE DRUM <=-


WC>I OTOH was left crippled for LIFE by police misconduct in the form of some
WC>idiot cop tailgating me from 13th AVE. N. to approx. 3 Ave, N. 34th street
WC>Saint Petersburg on Nov 10, 1990.


(Get ready, folks, its about to get `murky' again!)


Um......question:


Here, you're claiming to have been `crippled for LIFE' sometime in November of
1990.


But.....just within the last year or so, you managed to kick in a door of
someone else's dwelling, get yourself arrested for criminal trespass, wind up
being held for mental evaluation, get out and do a `failure to appear, etc
etc.


I'm having a hard time squaring your `crippled for LIFE' claim with you
kicking in someone's door to illegally enter their dwelling. How did you
manage to `kick in the door' in your crippled for LIFE condition?


By the way.....I seem to recall this little escapade of yours was due to your
`heroic' confronting of a drug dealer. Which raises the question: As you are
`crippled for LIFE'....was this (supposed) dangerous drug dealer a paraplegic?
Or just the ordinary, run-of-the-mill heavily armed drug dealer who you, in
your `crippled for LIFE' condition, single-handedly faced down.


Wait! Before you answer that last one......I gotta go make some popcorn!


While you were in the Pinellas County custody being evaluated for mental
status, did they have to serve your meals as you lay on your stomach with your
head raised (etc etc) like you claim you have to do to type on your keyboard?


Did they observe the two or three hour limitation to your `out of bed time per
day' that you tell us you are limited to? Or did they furnish you with a bed
on wheels so you didn't have to get up at all?

See......this `crippled for LIFE' bullshit is a condition you wrap yourself
in, and then shed at will. You slip into and out of it like somebody donning
or removing a jacket!


The funny part comes into it when you don't seem to realize that you're doing
it, and when its pointed out to you, you do some quick two-step BS in a
drawn-out reiteration of your long tale of woes and cripple-ness, with some
stupid-ass claim of a stroke thrown in.


By the way....this little encounter with that drug dealer who's front door you
claim to have kicked in? It happened *after* this so-called stroke you said
you'd had.


Which raises yet another question:


In your `crippled for LIFE' state and recovering from this stroke you claimed
you had.....how did you manage to get up the strength to go to this guy's
house, kick the door in, and then stare him down? Had he decided to kick the
dog crap out of you, how did you figure to handle him? With that little
maneuver you told us about once before? How did that go again? Oh yeah:


"Back his cowardly ass down or kill him on the spot, something that would take
one move under one second." ......Wayne Chirnside


WC>Tailgating at a distance of no more that TWO FEET the entire time!


You just make your lies more obvious, the more you post on your daring
`escapades! And don't seem to realize you're doing so.


How smart could you possibly be!




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