Mary at POW Network sends us some mail she recently received from Stephen Franklin Cio Burrell who, despite calling himself the fourth most dangerous man in the world, decides he wants to threaten Mary more then he wants to apologize for his misdeeds. After his email to her, he’s been harassing her in phone messages. Big man.
Among his claims, he entered into the public record that he was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor when he filed a lawsuit (.pdf) against the prison where he got his ass beat, apparently by the third most dangerous man in the world.
Being awarded the MOH was probably kind of difficult since his entire service was 1974-1975 and he was a redleg, not that there’s anything wrong with that – well, unless you write a book about your experiences in Vietnam and you’ve never been anywhere near the place.
But, Stevie-boy, if you want to threaten someone, threaten me. My door is always open to anyone who thinks that I’ll stop calling them names and remove posts about them.
Thought Bubble: ” Should I just admit I am a gaint pussy who is fond of young boys or just drop the facade?”
Thought bubble: “Well we drank champagne and danced all night…Under electric candlelight…She picked me up and sat me on her knee…And said dear boy wont you come home with me…DAMN IT!! Why can’t I get that song out of my head?”
Thought bubble: “Never knew chicks could have 7 inch clits…but hey..at least she was down with anal”
Thought Bubble: “I would like to kill Green Thumb. Turd.”
TAH:
You should organize the clowns in some type of Battalion-level set up. HQ element, HHC, Companies, Platoons, etc.
All based on claimed rank, assignments, perceived toughness, kills, and level of “posership”, possibly with a “GI Joe” siderail.
That would be funny.
There a few “Generals” to choose from for a leader.
I would suggest a “top down” approach.
Back the the shine.
Thought Bubble: “My appeals have run dry. Should I take the top or bottom bunk?”
See @142 for reference.
Called him again to ask him to explain the MOH.
More threats.
Turd.
Pussy.
Extra Pussy.
Called him again about 0300 a few days back.
Told him the British were coming.
He was not happy.
Turd.
Sent him the link to keep him informed.
Multiple threats. Problem is that they are not all that original anymore.
Recommened that he gets some new material.
He looks very dangerous… to his own well being.
My weekly shoutout: Maggot.
I feel better.
A greasy turd, indeed.
I could call him and breathe heavily into the phone.
@166.
That is what he does before the threats.
Fucking maggot.
@167 – I’ve been told I have a VERY nice phone voice.
A known felcher.
Vertical smile.
Tool.
This bird turd repeatedly said that he was going to pay me a visit at home.
I’m still waiting, my welcome mat is still uncontaminated by the dust on his shoes.
Marine–I’ve always found a chalk outline, a few splatters of chicken blood, and a couple of scattered copies of “The Lighthouse” keeps any unwanted visitors at bad.
This clown is a turd.
My boy, “Ranger Burrell”.
Felcher.
Green Thumb have you called to check on him lately?
Been a while.
This clown is unreal.
It is a lot of fun.
Latest lover claims he does not live there.
Threatens lawsuits, security revocation, etc.
All I am trying to do is sell them a share in WWP’s Vet of of the Month Club.
Losers.
Both ways.
Finshed my paper, Why not?
Lets talk about economic equality within the realm of post-constructialism….
Sure.
Sounds like a plan.
Hang on….
No pickup.
Time to mix it up.
Got a good one…..
Get bored between papers.
If I had a way to record it for all to hear, I would call him and tell him how he turns me on.
Then I’d put him on speed-dial on another phone and leave a different message.
Be very careful in recording phone conversations, folks. Different states have varying laws on the subject. While most states, DC, and Federal law allow you to record conversations to which you’re a party without the explicit consent of other parties to that conversation, not all states do.
In particular, a relatively small number of states require the consent of all parties to the conversation before you can lawfully record of phone calls and other conversations. Those states are California, Connecticut, Florida, Illinois, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Montana, Nevada, New Hampshire, Pennsylvania and Washington. Call someone in one of those states and record the conversation without their consent and you could end up with a rather expensive long-distance legal headache.
http://www.rcfp.org/first-amendment-handbook/introduction-recording-state-hidden-camera-statutes
Linda Tripp found that out the hard way when she recorded some of her phone conversations with Monica Lewinsky. She ended up threatened with potential prosecution by the state of Maryland – because that’s where Lewinsky was living at the time.
Does breathing heavy count in that?
Always be up front and honest.
It is still fun.
Doing research on Stolen Valor for my local newspaper.
All-American approach, and true.
GT, do me a favor. Go here: https://www.azuse.cloud/?p=35171&cpage=4#comment-830202 and give SharnL a sample of your regards. He just broke up with Hondo. He is sad.
Burrell -00- is still looking for me. He’s missing his index finger.
Call him up.
The people covering for him get pissed.
Turd.
My weekly shoutout:
Shitbag.
Right behind you.
Crapperjohn and crap weasel.
Slimeball.
Causes allergic reactions in children. Frightens dogs.
4th largest Turd ever left in the toilet bowl.
Obviously, someone forgot to flush.
Stain this clown is….
Ass Clown.
Looks like there might be some movement on “The Toughest Posers” ladder ascension to “Toughdom”.
Love it when new “Tough Clowns” get into the mix.
“Ranger” Burrell versus Bustamante.
Any guesses?
My take is that one will be afraid and the other will glad.
Double-Decker Turd Extraordinaire.
Clowns.
Cancer.
How about ranger Burrell v. dual survival Teti? They can compete for the 5th most dangerous man title.
“Ranger” Burrell:
Shitbag you are.
Poser.
Turd Slurpee.
I am smoking some chickens today for tomorrow.
I was looking at the chickens and “POOF”; I thought of “Ranger” Burrell.
Hence my weekly shout out:
Shitbag.
Memorial Day always brings back that weekend with Rita and the ass whooping in jail
A bucket of Hadji turd puree would smell like Chanel #5 next to that flabby douchenozzle!
With all the excitement surrounding Phildo, I forgot:
Shitbag.
Good lord, I love Green Thumb’s enthusiasm. Amazon book review (probably won’t get posted by Amazon admins, but what the hell – )
About the Author
STEPHEN CIO BURRELL, has been a retarded pet monkey, failed businessman, hot wind generator machine and thief of valor. His unique combination of foibles has created a life that is intensely false and authentic as REAL FAUX FUR coats by most peoples standards. Burrell’s first book Thieves In The Choir is an entirely fictional “biography” dealing with involvement in the Vietnam War and the CIA’s domestic spying, two topics of which he has done exactly zero research and has no experience. Stephen Burrell is currently living in Springfield, Massachusetts, but given that he’s lied about virtually everything else in his life, I’m not comfortable taking that at face value, either.
I sorry, Turd Burrell.
I was busy. I did not mean to forget about you.
Shitbag.