Brett Kimberlin may have thought that he would get a change to stick his hands into some deep pockets with his Kimberlin v. Hunton & Williams, et al. RICO 2: Electric Boogaloo LOLsuit, but he waited until after the statute of limitation has expired against his big money defendants. He tried to solve that problem by including me as a defendant, claiming that my writing about him and his activities was a continuation of the alleged conspiracy to defame him. That made it in my codefendants’ interest to assist in my defense. Here’s the TKPOTD from six years ago today.
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The reply to The Dread Pro-Se Kimberlin’s opposition to the motion to dismiss filed by the U. S. Chamber of Commerce in the Kimberlin v. Team Themis, et al. RICO 2: Electric Boogaloo LOLsuit contains this paragraph that points out how defective some of TDPK’s allegations against me are.
Meanwhile, it will be interesting to see if TDPK got around to filing an opposition to my motion to dismiss for failure to state a claim and what tale he might have tried spin as part of it.
Stay tuned.
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Of course, the lawyers for the Chamber of Commerce were correct in stating that even if I had done what Kimberlin alleged, such acts would not have provided any basis for a lawsuit. Additionally, allegations such as Kimberlin’s tale that I had ever fantasied about murdering him were simply false.
His lawsuit against me was dismissed with prejudice for failure to state a claim upon which relief could be granted.
Blaze it up.
One toke. Two. Three. Awwww…. Yeahhh…. One toke over the line, Sweet Jesus…
They call me Mellow Yellow. That’s right. Yeah.
Dark have been my dreams of late. How did I get here? What’s happened? Why? And why can’t the USA borrow money infinitely with no hope, whatsoever, succeeding generations can pay it back? Not my problem. After all, what’s in it for me? Zip. Nada. Nothing. Nothing in it for me ‘bitchez-
What’s ANYTHING in it for me…. Other than my current endeavors. The Line. Get close. Go over. But don’t go over too much. Fly under the radar. Don’t merit or gain attention. They’ll never catch me. We’ve learned over the years have we not Precious? Yes. Yes we have.
Team Themis has shirts with logos on them. Did you know that? Hell. Their lawyers were basically dressed up in Formula One racing suits. Corporate symbols everywhere. Marlboro, Exxon, 2nd Amendment shit. No wonder they won. Did I have means to work out logos? Oh hell, no- Turns out there’s a nationwide injunction against me in all FedEx Kinkos stores nationwide. The hell?
What’s wrong with the courts? Failure to state a claim? My ass.
Here’s my claim: Hoge, et al (that means EVERYBODY) have written mean things about me. I’ve been defamed. Lost biz opps. Rep. Mojo. Stuff. You know what I’m sayin’-
That’s my claim.
State Department. NASA. Clinton campaign (hey, Chels is still out there…) EPA. FBI is always looking for people with demonstrated Project Management skills. And do I get calls? No. No, I do not. Because of a few brain-damaged asses writing lies on the internet. It’s just not right. Dammit.
Relief granted? Everything. Money. Lot’s of money. See my enemies bankrupted, drive them before me and hear the lamentations of their women. Donald Trump thrown in jail would be a worthwhile, yet minor, additional consideration. Also. What? Could I not be any clearer?
We hates them.
We hates Hoge, the Lickspittles and the courts. And the judges. We hates them most. We hates the local judges and the circuit judges. I KNOW that IFI could get before the Supreme Court John Roberts would see my brilliance and provide the deciding vote in a split decision. Yep. I’d win.
Why can’t they see? It’s gotta’ be MEEEE…. I’ve gotta’ be FREEE…. !!! Oh. Sorry man. Got a little carried away there.
Coming down now. Ease in. Slow down. Breathe. Yeah. Doing better. Chill.
That’s what I’m sayin’- I’ll get them later. At some point. Lawsuits for the rest of their lives. After all.
Even so. I notice a chill in the air.
What’s coming?
Sweet mother of insanity!
That was a screed for the ages.
That one is a classic, textbook case of projection. 100% guaranteed that Kimberlin has dreamt of at least a dozen ways to murder you, and run them on a psychic loop.