Part Ron Jeremy, part Miley Cyrus, part Osama Bin Ladin and a heaping helping of crazy...that's what Laurie LaTweek is made of. After spending all day Christmas Day and all day yesterday threatening members of my family. I awoke this morning to find another threatening text message from a San Francisco phone number that I can only assume Laurie meant to be from Rafe, Ken Frank's boyfriend. Back from the dead apparently, he's taken to telling me something that a certain petitioner from the City of La Quinta tried and failed at, "Take blah blah blah...off your blog" or I will hurt you.
I've seen this tactic so many times it's like saying "Good morning" or "how's your day going". It's been used on behalf of Anthony Dabiere, Ken Frank, Steve Frey and so many others that when I get them I give my usual response. Fuck you.
None of these people have ever had to endure thirty years of Laurie. None of them. When they hit the thirty year mark and realize how much time they wasted trying to push her off on me...then they can have a say in what I write and how I write it. You pushed her towards my direction so now I deal with her the way I want to because you couldn't do the job.
I know that this message was from Laurie...but using cell phone numbers to text me at some ungodly hour in the morning...won't work. I'm not a tweeker...those kinds of hours are best left to the needle using crowd.
So as you laugh at the photo above, realize that I am unshaken by her threats...
