prosbus Fakes Own Death

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Here's HOW he did it:

Suicide note.

GA (and others) had a belly laugh over this one. Here's what someone sent last night:

Reading this had me howling in laughter, almost in tears, "given up writing for other sites (Hate411 admission) too and I've had it with my wife."

Not buying, prosbus.

You see, I've seen my share of true-crime dramas on TV.

One familiar plot line of a criminal who wishes to break from his past- or disassociate himself from the commission of a crime is to fake his own death.

C'mon, we've all seen that a thousand times.  It always goes like this:

Person X aids and abets Person Y to sell zoning variances at a local diner.  Person Y does the actual crime and six days later, Person X appeals to the governing body of his city to grant Person Y control of the zoning adjustment board for the remainder of his term. (Did I tell you that  Person Y was the Mayor?)

So, Person Y commits the crime then Person X appeals for Person Y to retain the power to continue his corruption of the zoning adjustment process.

But guess what?

Person FBI heard the entire cash-for-variance exchange and ARRESTS Person Y the next day!  Wow!

So what happens to Person X?

He scurries away like a RAT amidst all the hoopla, escapes public scrutiny.  Does he thank his lucky stars and try to make amends for being an accessory to the now-disgraced and infamous Person Y?

No!

In addition to participating in many vicious smear campaigns, possible data theft off the City's servers and numerous unethical political activities including online attacks under a series of monikers, Person Y sets his sights on Person GA- who happens to sit on the board that he, Person X sought to corrupt on behalf of the now-indicted Person Y.

Big mistake.  Because Person GA never surrenders to bullies, clowns or accessories to crimes like selling zoning variances.  Did I tell you Person GA had a blog?  Similar to the one you're reading right now.

So  now we're getting to the end of this familiar true-crime story...

It seems that Person X and his wife, Agent Twinkie (she eats them by the box) have been blogging disturbingly hateful and twisted political fiction in a prolific manner under (2) names in particular:
Agent Twinkie as Curious Gal and Person X as prosbus. 

(An example of their depravity if you remain unconvinced: Agent Twinkie and Person X are parents of a young child yet attack our public schools 24/7 for reasons unknown)

Back to our true-crime drama.

So, after Person X/ prosbus pens yet another lie about Person GA, she gets fed up with the little runt (Did I tell you he was diminutive?  Pocket-sized, in fact.  Is everything tiny on Person X?  Including his.. you know.  Perhaps that's why he's very, very angry- at women in particular.  Maybe Agent Twinkie knows.  Perhaps we should call her Agent Tweezers?)

Alright, alright... I'll wrap it up.

So Person GA reminds everyone that Person Y's crime was followed 6 DAYS later by Person X's City Council DEFENSE of Person Y's authority to fill more variance 'promises'...

Person Y and Agent Twinkie go NUTS.  They don't WANT to talk about it.  They don't want US to talk about it.

First, Person Y and his portly partner try censorship.

Somehow they have dozens of inquiries about the Person X/Y relationship deleted on a local message board because they HAVE TO SHUT DOWN THIS CONVERSATION. This backfires badly. They can't stop the online community from buzzing with interest and asking questions.

Worse, Person X and Agent Twinkie can no longer smear and obfuscate and post fiction because NO ONE wants to talk about anything else with them. So... if censorship fails, death is the only answer.

That's right.   

prosbus must 'off' himself.  Then, after some time passes, Person X and Agent Twinkie will rise gain, to continue where they left off only under new screen names.

So Person X or Agent Twinkie or a third party posts the suicide note, promising to leave political life and... slamming Agent Twinkie  on the way out: "I've had it with my wife."

Only he doesn't mean it, but we do!

Listen folks, this fire-breathing weasel and his poisonous spouse ain't going anywhere.  They're counting on memory loss to save the day, but we won't let that happen.

Will we?

Secret Agent Twinkie on duty.