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Got clue, ThoseShirts???
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Denizen Tarc has passed along word that po’ widdle Mikey Cwook, the limp-wristed fucktard who hosts the site www.forsakethetroops.info (no, I’m not providing the link; you’ll have to cut & paste it yourself – I’m not giving him free hits), looks like he’s now faking his own death.
As of 18:15 hours Central Daylight Time, the site said this:
On Monday evening, the webmaster of Forsake The Troops was brutally assaulted by two men, thought to be members of the military, in response to their opinions about this website. Mr. Crook had been the target of numerous death threats and trespassers at his residence. All of these threats were saved and have been turned over to the authorities.
UPDATE: At 6:19pm Eastern time, Michael Crook died of his injuries, after being rushed by ambulance to the leading hospital in the area for head trauma. The two men who allegedly assaulted him are currently in the custody of police. Mr. Crook died with his wife and infant daughter present.
It is therefore the decision of his family, and associates that Forsake The Troops goes offline, to prevent further incidents of violence and threats against his family. Therefore, this domain will permanantly go offline at around 5pm Eastern time, on Tuesday, May 17th, 2005.
Comments, and well-wishes may be addressed to condolences@michaelcrook.com. Media inquiries (no interviews with family at this time), or sincere inquiries from well-meaning people may be directed to (315) 295-2602.
Leave a voice mail message and your call will be returned by our media representative. The family requests privacy at this time.
The Navy Times, however, is rather dubious about the claim.
So here’s my message, Mikey, you cowardly fucknozzle:  You’re a lying little sack of putrid shit.
Sad to say, you’ve not assumed room temperature, nor are you anywhere close  to assuming it, so bugger off, you walking leaky colostomy bag.  Suggest you go fuck yourself with a rusty lead pipe – it’ll be another infection you can add to your collection.
Bastard.
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Damn.
Had my hopes up a minute, but it seems his other two sites are still running.
Aw, SHIT PISS AND INDUSTRIAL WASTE!
Ehh …
He wasn’t getting death threats. He just came to the realization he wasn’t getting any traction for his bullshit.
He can go fuck himself.
RWR
Sounds like yet another grab for attention by a bitter anti-American shitbag, to me.
–TwoDragons
The guy is wussed squared.
He got touched by those who can more accuratly define patriotism and honor and is hoping he can slip out of the blogosphere without notice.
He will now die and die again, over and over, like all cowards do.
No, asswipe is still with us. His NEW site (forsakethePOLICE.info) is about to go on line, and michaelcrook.com is still up.
damn
Here’s the wanker’s statement:
http://www.michaelcrook.com/mikesweblog/?q=node/12
Yes, he lied. No, no one has harmed him. Yes, he makes my 5 year old grandson look emotionally mature.
RWR is right.
T
That little shitbag saw that his “fifteen minutes of imfamy” were up so he’s going for another round by trashing the cops with the same schtik.
After that runs its course it’ll probably be firemen.
Oh, damn, what a pathetic loser that Mikey Crook is! You know, wankers like him are actually better off once they assume room temperature–by kicking the bucket they provide a valuable service to themselves, mankind, and nature as a whole. However, he is certainly not worth the energy it would take to kill him, and, sadly, he is too chickenshit to off himself. Maybe he’ll croak of natural causes, but I suspect any self-respecting virus or germ would gag at the thought of infecting something as putrid as Mikey.
[No, Myers, you chickenshit – you don’t get to do that here.  Eat shit and die, asswipe.  -LSIK&T™]
THE RIGHT-THINKERS ASSAULT ON MY FAMILY OF SITZPINKLERS
I’ve noticed more and more lately, that if you accuse my mommy or daddy of being my parents they become quite angry, as though you’ve just told them to go straight to hell. They begin to twitch and spasm, their faces turn several shades of red, and on more than one occasion I’ve wondered if their fury would turn to violence and they’d throw me back in the basement with Gramma again.
Intolerance by my parents toward me hasn’t received attention by the Left-Winged asshat media or the blogosphere, but it’s there and it has been growing. Take for example the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler that laughs at me and calls me “asshole” at every opportunity.
Gee, you’re a poster child for tolerance Spatula, except when it comes to people who don’t have an ounce of gray matter between their ears. For that eggregious offence [ED. NOTE: (sp)] there can be no tolerance obviously. Spatula then goes on to display just how rooted his intolerance of pricks like me really is.
That’s right, anyone who has my IQ is a damnfool just like me. I am so crazed and intolerant that I cannot even accept the fact that I bathe in my granny’s colostomy bag. But that’s not surprising since this is typical of the kind of bullshit you expect from a shithead like me.
This intolerance isn’t limited to the Blogosphere either. No one likes me in my Romper Room class, either. I guess it’s ’cause I dump all my dandruff on my desk. Or maybe it’s because I’m a sitzpinkler like my daddy before me.
You see, in the world of the Sitzpinkler, there is simply no room for anyone who is man enough to stand up to pee. We all have to be effeminate little wussies like me and my daddy.
It’s clear that I’ll never be much of a man, seeing as I’m a little nancy boy that can’t stand up to pee-pee, but I for one will not be cowed into standing up to piss by their hatred of candy-asses like me, or their bullying.
[You don’t get it, do you, limp-wrist?  You’re going to get this treatment every single time you post here, asshole.
Suggest you go away before I really  get pissed…  -LSIK&T™]
THE RIGHT-THINKERS ASSAULT ON MY FAMILY OF SITZPINKLERS
I’ve noticed more and more lately, that if you accuse my mommy or daddy of being my parents they become quite angry, as though you’ve just told them to go straight to hell. They begin to twitch and spasm, their faces turn several shades of red, and on more than one occasion I’ve wondered if their fury would turn to violence and they’d throw me back in the basement with Gramma again.
Intolerance by my parents toward me hasn’t received attention by the Left-Winged asshat media or the blogosphere, but it’s there and it has been growing. Take for example the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler that laughs at me and calls me “asshole” at every opportunity.
Gee, you’re a poster child for tolerance Spatula, except when it comes to people who don’t have an ounce of gray matter between their ears. For that eggregious offence [ED. NOTE: (sp)] there can be no tolerance obviously. Spatula then goes on to display just how rooted his intolerance of pricks like me really is.
That’s right, anyone who has my IQ is a damnfool just like me. I am so crazed and intolerant that I cannot even accept the fact that I bathe in my granny’s colostomy bag. But that’s not surprising since this is typical of the kind of bullshit you expect from a shithead like me.
This intolerance isn’t limited to the Blogosphere either. No one likes me in my Romper Room class, either. I guess it’s ’cause I dump all my dandruff on my desk. Or maybe it’s because I’m a sitzpinkler like my daddy before me.
You see, in the world of the Sitzpinkler, there is simply no room for anyone who is man enough to stand up to pee. We all have to be effeminate little wussies like me and my daddy.
It’s clear that I’ll never be much of a man, seeing as I’m a little nancy boy that can’t stand up to pee-pee, but I for one will not be cowed into standing up to piss by their hatred of candy-asses like me, or their bullying.