Don't Let the Door Hit Your Fat Ass on the Way Out

I can't take all the credit, although a shameless, obnoxious attention-seeking blog whore like me easily could. The credit goes to you, people, for reporting Hal's "cesspool of a blog" that's sadly, folding its anti-Arabian tents. Hal, after chewing his keyboard for a bit, eventually proved the validity of the million monkeys/million keyboards theory by producing this long-awaited screed:

I have decided to cease publishing my views, hopes, observations and dreams on issues social, cultural and political. There's much real work to be done - including the use of brutal force and violence - and this endeavor is a waste of time.

Internet Patriots are a lot like Voyeurs; they watch but can't or won't do anything in real life. There's no time left for such useless people or hoping they will grow a pair.

As I undertake the acts that must be done, the rest of you can sit back and watch; after all, that's the only thing you're good for.

Shorter Hal:

If you wanna kill and have it done right, ya gotta do it yourself. You people suck. I thought I could count on you. Gotta go, now, losers. I have white powder to stuff into envelopes and Achoo! Oh shitshitshit!!!!

Hal's also not taking comments, anymore, thereby cruelly stifling the vast hordes of his followers who nonetheless, after nearly a year, weren't able to scrape together enough cash on Hal's Paypal account to get back on the air his shortwave, internet-based radio show that was done out of his mud room.

Well, they may be voyeurs and were vicariously living out their wet dreams of blood-tinged anarchy through Hal. Obviously, being a right wing voyeur can have a downside if you wait for Hal to get off his well-padded ass to actually do something.

Then again, there's an ominous tone to the end of Hal's screed so I think we ought to redouble our efforts to contact state and federal authorities before we have to see newscasts of ATF agents carrying plastic bags of shit out of Turner's fully paid house in North Bergen.

Whoever wants Agent Haug's email address, contact me privately and I'll give it to you.

Also, the Internet is full of Calaises and Casablancas ready to receive scofflaws, ass pirates and general, run of the mill scumbags like Turner. Don't think just because Turner's packing it in here at Blogspot that he'll remain silent for long. Think: Waddle silent, waddle deep. Don't let the fat bastard slither into the tall grass so we forget about him.

In the meantime, take a bow, Pottersvillians. I couldn't have done this by myself. With you all getting my back, we made the Internet a less cruel, stupid and stench-ridden place and all under 48 hours.