Wow. I must have really hit a nerve somewhere. Six death threats in the past 24 hours. A nice visit from a police officer who will turn the case over to detectives. He has a suspect in mind. So do I.
Now, Lee Stranahan says nobody paid him to fly up to Maryland to file these two spurious charges against me. My mind flits back to the movie "GoodFellas" when right after they pulled off the armored car heist, DeNiro tells everybody, "no lavish purchases. Do not draw attention to yourself."
But yet... a week to the day after flying to Maryland to file these charges. Lee Stranahan, who had to beg for money to fly to Steubenville, now, all of a sudden, after years of taking abuse for his appearance, suddenly, magically, has the at-least three grand it cost of a nice, new set of choppers.
Probably just a coincidence.
The Right Wing Media Mafia has had just about enough of me. They have appointed the dimmest bulb in their burned out marquee to file criminal charges against me for telling the truth.
Their hope? My 13-years with Parkinson's disease have left me unable to deal with the stress and I'll quit. Either that, or the stress will kill me.
I will not be silenced without being killed.
If I die, I will stop broadcasting.
If I am silenced, there will be...
BLOOD ON THE MICROPHONE!
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