Well, my friend “Birdie” came to see me again. Yeah, you guessed it: A gUy We “KnOw AnD lOvE” has been at it again – maybe with help.
This time, however, he/they managed to surprise me.
No, they still don’t have a freaking clue regarding who I am. It’s who El Numbnutz in Purple Tiger Stripes misidentified as me this time around that was the surprising part.
In a way, they’ve reverted to form. Once again, they misidentified a true, certified BAMF as being me.
The gentleman they wrongfully identified as me this time is a recipient of more than one high award for valor – and here, high means “higher in precedence than the Bronze Star w/V Device”. While it’s an honor to be thought a no-sh!t, honest-to-God badass war hero – even by El Numbnutz and/or his pals – it’s simply not the truth.
Yep, Fapping Fowl Blunder Chicken: you (and whoever might have helped you) screwed up. Once again, you identified someone I’ve never even met as being me.
In a way, this is sorta like “Groundhog Day”. Except with these guys we get some odd variations on “teh stoopid” each time vice a verbatim replay of the previous.
It’s nice to see that they’re back to using the DRC Ouija Board Method to come up with their bogus identifications – e.g., viewing pix of true badasses while fapping furiously until they decide which one must be me. That’s OK, though. It means they’re more-or-less still “playing in their sandbox”, so to speak, and harmless. Lord knows logic has nothing to do with it.
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OK, obligatory recap time. This is at least the thirteenth time this drove of dummkopfs (or a member/subgroup thereof) has falsely identified someone else as me.
Last time, it was a retired SF Major. And before that, a laundry list of others – including 4 Navy SEALs, a Navy Diver, a retired law professor, a serving Army officer, a retired SF SGM, a deceased Army GO, and several others. This linked article contains links to details regarding most of those prior DRG flights of fancy.
And, hell – I’ve almost certainly missed at least one or two of these toolboxes’ brain farts concerning who they think I am. So thirteen is the lower limit for how many times they’ve Fornicated Fido here.
But at least they seem to have a cool theme song for their version of Groundhog Day. (smile)

Give it up, dipsticks. You’re clueless – and you’re also incapable of either finding or buying a clue.