T. S. Eliot starts off The Wasteland with these words: “April is the cruelest month …” In The Dread Deadbeat Pro-Se Kimberlin’s wasteland the cruelest month is probably March.
On 13 March, 2015, his bogus peace order petition against me in the District Court of Maryland for Montgomery County was denied Judge Williams.
On 13 March, 2018, his Kimberlin v. Breitbart Holdings, et al. LOLsuit in the U.S. District Court for the District of Maryland was dismissed sua sponte by Judge Hazel.
On 14 March, 2018, the Kimberlin v. Frey RICO Remnant LOLsuit appeal was dismissed by the Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals. Per curiam. The dismissal wasn’t even worth an opinion.
On 17 March, 2015, the Kimberlin v. National Bloggers Club, et al. RICO Madness LOLsuit in the U.S. District Court for the District of Maryland was dismissed by Judge Hazel.
On 30 March, 2016, the Kimberlin v. Hunton & Williams LLP, et al. RICO 2: Electric Boogaloo LOLsuit in the U.S. District Court for the District of Maryland was dismissed by Judge Hazel.
OTOH, I’ve enjoyed March and its
… breeding
[Crocuses] out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with [late winter] rain.
But that may be related to everything proceeding as I have foreseen.
This calls for a “popcorn” video.
With Hot Butter?
https://youtu.be/YfdLh0MHqKw
I’m pretty sure the Appeals Court didn’t write an opinion because there’s only so many ways to say, “This is just stupid.” Although a one sentence opinion so saying would have been neat.
Maybe they felt “bwahahaha” wasn’t dignified enough.
I’m saddened that no one made any efforts on the Ides.
But don’t worry, DUMBFUCK, it’s no more a DEATHTHREATELEVENTY than yours was…
The Scat in the Hat
Said to his minion di smelly
The court just called
it’s on the Telly
We must leave for the west
We must leave right now
Don’t pack anything
Just go with me now
So the pungent pair
Waddled their way
To a station of misery
To get underway
To ‘fornia the yelled
At the tired old clerk
The tickets were given
With the smallest of smirks
They boarded the bus
Without the slightest care
Their odor was acrid
There were several stares
And after a fortnight
One or three
The bus came to a halt
With a brake wailing screed
Get off you two
Hit the road right now
I cannot drive further
You and your cow
So they were dumped
In A place quite quirky
In front of a motel
It was just okay dokay
It was across from a place
Where there were trucks and waffles
So they went inside
With their putrid fat shuffle
I’d like a room
For a good solid month
The clerk grew amazed
At the squalid punks
Money was swapped
For pieces of plastic
The fat gross pair
Left the clerk quite monastic
So the losers were ensconced
In another dark gloom
The trucks and the waffles
Were the same type of doom
After a day
a day and a night
The monastic clerk
Googled with fright
The name of the blob
Who lectured his nostrils
Had a serious past
Shocking and hostile
He harassed dead babies
Mothers with glee
But that wasn’t all
Their were stories of pee
12 restraining orders
For more babies glared
To get him thrown out
Any place that he dared
To show his fat face
Without such a care
And then their were stories
Of rape of small children
Of child porn
Was their sad origin
To the fat smelly pair
Of blob and his di
Wailed at the clerk
Who firmly denied
Go back to the south
Of carolina way
Because you are not welcome
You just cannot stay
They got on a bus
That opened all the windows
The way out west
Is clear for all kiddos
There are theirs,
That shouldn’t be there
So reread the scat
That I left there
OK, I gave a thumbs up, but it hurt…
Poetry is painful
With little gain
The strained refrains
Bring some pain
I sought a cure
From a dr quack
But all he said
Was he’d call back
http://kimberlinunmask.com/files/haiku-15.jpg
Latin Lesson in A Discarded Washer Box:
ET TU BRETT?
Now they truly see fear in a handful of dust.