Mark D. Firestone (Firestone Fine Carpentry)
Razor in the Benewah
You know why.
So, we’ve got Mark D. Firestone (Firestone Fine Carpentry) hiding under Erinyes, GrigoryRasputin, Abu Adon or some such silliness, and recently “Torch Ramrod”. Wow – Torch Ramrod? Insecurity much? Penis envy?
His female of course began as Folly, then morphed into “The Wench”. There are more of course, but Carol Jane King (Esquire) tries to be a bit more under the radar, especially since she’s started hawking LegalZoom-type kits for do-it-yourselfers in Oklahoma. Why not simply open a real law office? Oh, yeah…we know why. It is no surprise to any of us who have been exposed to the gal’s nature why she seems to have failed even at chasing ambulances. Have you been to her website recently? A lawyer who doesn’t include any identifiers – no name, no address (running a “law practice” from a trailer is just flippin’ hysterical) – nothing, on her business website. I wonder why…until I reflect upon what her potential clients would learn from a simple Google search. Heh.
Then we’ve got poor Tino, who disappeared like a little Bitch the moment we broke his cover. Yes, Dorothy, your words online do have consequences in the real world. But you and I will talk about it in the proper forum.
Razor – oh, poor Razor. So bold, so masculine. So charming with the ladies, eh Razor? Not. Can’t get any by charm, so harm is a good alternative? I will personally deliver a bitchslap on behalf of a lass of whom I am fond, for your unacceptable behavior. I wonder if you’ll ever have the courage to identify yourself in the Town Hall. We share a hometown, afterall. Let’s do this.
James Wesley, Rawles, (Isn’t that comma freakin’ bold and defiant!?) who revealed himself as nothing more than a seed pimp who is terrified of losing his advertising revenue, is a very special kind of tough-guy “Sovereign”, so committed to his cause (the position that FedGov has no authority over his life and no legitimacy as an entity) that he will lie with them when it helps line his pockets with their silver. Hey Rawles, you and I have a very special problem. You’re a sniveling little twat when talking about women in email, aren’t you. Yes, that was a declarative. You and I will resolve that matter, and you are not going to have a good time.
Then of course we come to the scent and smear of MBV taint of which you all have similarly on your lips, just as his are covered with the Dirty Sanchez of his Marxist Masters. I’m going to enjoy exposing this one the most…
These are a few of the insignificant losers in Life who think they have accomplished something, and all I can do is offer my thanks for the additional folks you have all sent (and continue to send) to the Citadel. But even sending more families to our projects will not be enough to dissuade me from helping you each understand that your lies, your attempts at hurting people who never knew your names, your deliberate attempts to hurt people, is not free. The Universe demands balance. Reap what you sow. Tit for Tat. Eye for an eye. Pick your timeless explanation. There is a price to pay for being the filth each of you represent. It seems that Life has designated me to be your Teacher.
As the Khan noted: If you had not committed great Sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.
You have each brought what comes your way upon yourselves.
And before you frightened little geldings start peeking through your shades and nervously begin looking over your shoulders, spare me the drama. Each and every one of you has demonstrated time and again you have no physical courage to meet and even repeat your words to me personally. I don’t hunt cowards. You know where I’ll be April 19th and collectively you can muster a testicle. But none of you warrant my physical attention. No, we’ll engage in other manners…
I’m glad I finally found a few moments to finally throw this post together. But I must go back to work now. Mark – be sure to keep sending those scathing little snarks. You wound me so…
Well, poor little Tino with nothing in life to live for except get on my radar – come get some.
I will be at King’s Mountain on April 19th (with TL Davis, by the way) and I invite you to show up and repeat your words to my face. You shouldn’t be alone – but you will be. I offered the same to your pal Mikey Vanderboegh (You know him, I bet you can still taste his taint on your lips) and I also invited Razor and Mark D. Firestone (Firestone Fine Carpentry).
If you show up, you can all take turns, or all come at once – I’m up for anything.
But you won’t show either, will you Tino Von Feld, for you are just another coward who is so embarassed in the mirror because you know real men like me live that you can’t do anything except rage against the machine.
C’mon Tino. Come get some.
III Arms – Up and running with a serious man at the helm. Orders in the queue.
III Citadel – Beachead owned, up to 120 more acres possibly to be purchased, development begins when weather breaks, and by end of summer it will be in a position to serve as a muster point for III Patriots – more on that later.
IIIGear – Noticed how many Patriots know who you are when they see your III? Know how many Enemies of Liberty will fall to a blade or hawk branded with a III?
III Books – Published – and more coming.
III Morale and Cohesion – yeah, most of us got that. I’d eat a bullet for most of you.
III – More Patriots know who we are every single day, and claim the title.
III Some of us will meet April 19 – from coast to coast, border to border.
III – Are we headed in the right direction?
III – YOU are all that stands between Liberty and Death.
To quote CA: Muzzles Front!
The below is from a silly twit of a woman who just can’t get me out of her head.
She puts forth the argument, essentially, that preppers bring about mass killings, because they are worried about needing preps.
So, by that logic, having a man in the home who is demonstrably fascinated with male homosexual pornography might just lead to homosexual kids…
Just a thought. Perhaps we’ll explore it more later.
Here is just one of the classy pictures Mark D. Firestone & Carol Jane King (Esquire) posted at what they call a “Parody” site. Now, personally, I don’t give squat about a parody site. I’ve written a parody novel. No harm. But in this case there is no taste, either. This is one of the pictures I think best defines what kind of people Firestone and King are for their neighbors, so I think it should be published far and wide, with credit given to them as the authors, of course, as well as their websites.
We’ll show a few more great pictures and comments that reveal the true inner character of these people to you, from their own blogs, then to businesses and churches and locals who live nearby to these fine citizens. Afterall, Mark & Carol are the one’s who put it online for the world to see, right?! Why shouldn’t they get full credit?!
Here ya go Mark D. Firestone (Firestone Fine Carpentry) and Carol Jane King (Esquire), you deserve to be recognized for your wit. Stupid fucks. Oh yeah…more’s coming from those great websites of yours. Don’t worry about scrubbing – I have it all cached. I’m just taking my time trying to select the pictures and quotes from your sites that best represent you and that thing you call a female.
For the uninitiated “The Wench” is one of Folly’s screen names (Carol Jane King). And yes, the III is a Trademark issue, but who cares. Suing them for money would be the textbook definition of a “…waste of time…”
…lives in Key West in a trailer. The pictures I’ve got looks like a pretty shitty trailer, too. He has demonstrated time and again that he is simply fascinated with homosexual pornography, and directing it at me (and a few other guys in the community). For a long time he had a homosexual teen living in the trailer – I have no idea what that was all about. What sort of mother let’s THAT happen? I know, and it only takes a brief bit of investigating to understand her and her motivations. Keeping a man is hard these days for some females, and I guess they’ll do whatever it takes. Especially when they can’t find work.
Anyway, this guy is a typical loudmouth, mouth-breathing Internet bully who likes to spam boards and use foul language hiding behind screen names, never his real name, and tries to intimidate people with his favorite foul words. I guess it makes him feel in control of some aspect of his life. Poor schmuck.
Honestly, I think the guy is crushing on me. He won’t leave me alone, he constantly tries to sneak flirty little comments onto my blogs, builds a website on which he constantly talks about me, except of course when I tell him I’d like to meet on any corner in America, at any time, to give him the opportunity to repeat his written attacks (I think he’s really flirting, it seems he’s built that way – he may be fond of hairy man-ass) verbally to my face. He talks tough, but never picks a time and a place.
Imagine the cowardice involved in that one! I can’t legally carry. The guy lives in Florida, where he can open carry. He has the “Stand your ground” law on his side – if I got out of line under Florida law, he’d be justified in clearing leather on me – and he still won’t pick a time or date to read aloud his own written words. Cunt. That’s all I can conclude – the guy’s a cunt. Maybe he knows the moment he made a move to clear leather I’d take his piece from him. Maybe he knows that his few moments of embarassment would forever live on YouTube.
I don’t know enough about “Faggotry” as Arctic Parrot calls it, but I think a gay cunt is technically a Bottom. A receiver. A guy who likes to take it. But I’ll have to leave such matters to people who know much more than do I. Mark D. Firestone, why don’t you ask Justin about it next time you trade emails – I’m sure he can clarify the details for you. Hey, just curious – when you talk about your gay fascinations with Justin, how’s that go? Does he look shamed yet curious? Or just sickened?
Really though, Mark, your fascination with me is creepy. It’s not healthy. Do you need an intervention? I hear Florida has places that can help you. I know what you have to bed down with is downright fugly (yep, got those pictures, too) but is it really so bad as to go homo? I’m not sure that’s what you are doing, but it sure looks possible. But don’t worry, Mark – we spend equal time on your female Carol Jane King (Esquire), well, because she is much like you and just can’t help revealing her true value as a human being every time she opens her mouth. Personally, I think the two of you are great for each other – this way only 2 people are miserable, instead of 4.
Maybe things will get better when that “Fine Carpentry” thing kicks in. But that takes skillz. Although, then you have to actually perform, and that is another story funny on several levels.
Hey Carol, why’d you shut down your blog? Chickenshit much? It seems strange that people like you and Mark start behaving differently after you’ve been identified. Once you are no longer hidden behind screen names, you get terrified.
That’s the really fun part to watch. Carol, your threats of legal action AMUSE ME! DO IT!!
Anyway, more later. Be sure to let us know how my recent and future efforts work out for you. Somehow, I really don’t think that all 25,000 residents of the Keys are as perverse as the two of you, and will remember your names and the filth from your sites for quite a while.
Years. I’m committed for years of fun!
Run along now. Get your lawyers. Carol, I promise sweety, you are NOT capable of handling me pro se. I BEG you to open a case, even an enforcement case, so I can get a subpeona.
It’s all I want for Christmas, and you can do it for me!
Here’s the current front page of thepraiseoffolly.wordpress.com – as you can see the site was taken down (again) because the silly twit running it realized that what she had written, especially from the perspective as an Officer of the Court, is a no-no.
As she can tell you – or not, because from what I can tell she may not be a very good lawyer (I think Oklahoma must have been doing some sort of minority placement program for the clinically stupid in their law program) – the woman knew she was in hot water. Even now she claims she’s fine – though she DID scrub her site until she finally decided it was better just to take it down. Then she scrubbed “most” of Firestone’s…then nuked it. I bet she really cried when I had to explain eDiscovery rules to her under FRCP, and she realized that taking her filth offline doesn’t protect her at all. For years. No matter – I have it all cached.
And what is REALLY amazing is that it is VERY hard to defame a guy like me, yet not only did she do it, she let her *ahem* man do it – AND IT IS STILL LIVE ON HIS SITE!!! Not that I give a shit, I’ve wiped better than the two of them from my shoes. But the truly magnificently funny aspect of all this is that she *STILL* doesn’t even recognize that *I* am not her problem. Silly lass.
Heard from the Bar yet, Carol? It won’t be the reunion invitation…
Hey, rhetorical query – What do you call a woman who is a 3-time loser with a law degree who can’t get a job even at a dildo shop?
Rhetorical Question: If your son is gay, and you had a boyfriend with a demonstrable fascination with man-on-man pornography, would you let that “man” anywhere near your son? Worse, would you let that homosexually fascinated man LIVE IN YOUR HOME WITH YOUR SON??!!
Would you consider such a woman to be a good mother? A danger to her son?
Are we all still having fun!? I’m in – for years!
This is a question for a wider audience. Watch your mailboxes!
Eat shit and die.
You started it. I decide when it ends.
Your public homosexual and vulgar fascination and online vomiting are no longer hidden behind your screen names and Facebook aliases. The same goes for your Wench, who is but a bit of foul Folly, Carol Jane King (Esquire). The Florida Bar. The Okie Bar. Every business, every school, church, every physician, every law firm, every childcare facility, every childcare protection agency in the Keys and every family within blocks and blocks of your filth will know of the public depravity you both regurgitate when you think no one knows who you are.
I know who you are.
You fucked with me, and I told you to stop. You and your stupid female fucked with innocent people, and you were told to stop. The “Facts” you think you have regarding SO MANY topics, particularly business, are so flawed, I fucking DARE you to utter them in public once more, just one fucking time.
Still having fun, Mark & Carol? Hey Carol, you know, your family is right. Leaving that garbage will improve your life. But you are too stupid to take good advice, huh?
Get this domain shut down, I’ll build another. And another. I’ll put it in print. I’ll buy ad space in your local papers. I’ll pay local kids to hand out flyers. I will hand-deliver the material.
Go folks, try to get this one shut down. I’ll have another up before bed. You can expect the original posts by tonight, as well.
And Carol – you silly twit, let me see ONE legal piece of paper from you, threaten me ONCE more, just ONCE with legal action, I double-fuckin’-dog dare you.
Why am I bothering? Because you both chose to put yourselves in my Life, and you refused to leave when given the chance. You were impolite.
And because I am a S.O.B. the likes of which you have never, ever met before.