THE DEACON OF DOPE

Diogenes… He calls himself a Beacon of Hope. That’s his moniker.



To be a “Beacon of Hope”, one would have to be:


A.) A known deliverer of expectation. The only thing Diogenes delivers is migraine headaches and methane.


B.) One who has rescued saved or released someone or something. Diogenes can't even save himself.


C.) A distributer of some sort of trust or faith. The only thing he has faith in is Bill Minnich and Obama, both of whom have no real faith at all.  


In all honesty, his complete lack of intelligence, vocabulary and personal hygiene would lead one to think he may be alien or at least French. The only hope he’s given me is the hope he would leave me alone. What he dispenses is hatred, ignorance, selfish arrogance and a poverty of judgment.


First clue? He is paired up with Bill Minnich: An alleged Air Force veteran of very questionable character. Bill seems to be Diogenes only friend. Like minds attract.


Diogenes accuses others of a lack of intelligence and then proceeds to display his acute ability to be inept, unskilled and utterly useless in the arena of truth or fact. I have yet to find one statement of fact from him which posits him as being worthy of any consideration.


This makes me wonder why I am typing about him. The reason is simple: I don’t like male attention in a constant form. He gives me the willies. The more I read about his town, where transvestites invade democratic offices, attack innocent people and where the cities crime rate is far above the national average makes me just a tad uncomfortable.


I don’t do man-crushes. I don’t appreciate them and I surely don’t advocate them. Sure, I enjoy a good Harrison Ford movie once and a while and Sean Connery is cool but their craft is what I covet, not their …person.


So I decided to post his junk here on this blog so I could get rid of his crap and you could yoke with me to help bare my load. I could delete his stuff, but what fun would that be? I just can’t countenance this guy any longer. I can’t say he’s lost it… He never had anything to lose.


He surely is no “Beacon of Hope” for anyone I know or can find, and believe me, I’ve looked!

If anything he is just the opposite: He’s the “Deacon of Dope.”

Oh yeah, that fits like glue.

HE STILL THINKS I HAVE TO COME TO COLORADO TO DO WHAT I WANT TO DO TO HIM.

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Wake me up when you get here, OK?

THE ALL NEW AND IMPROVED DIOGENES DIOLOGE DEPARTMENT

Such a poverty of insight man rarely glimpses. Diogenes thinks he is the font of all knowledge you need to know. His favorite pass time: Coming to my blog and sharing his insanity. Personally I have reached a point where I can no longer store his random demonstrations of duplicity. So I decided to give you his rants in the hope you can


A.) Know the enemy.

B.) Help him to the nearest Mental facility.

Below is an actual shot taken from Dio-rreah's last brain scan, which is mysteriously identical to the photo taken from his last colonoscopy:

He enjoys sex but rarely has a partner unless he can find a used plastic water bottle. He works at the same place that bears in moniker. He lives in a town littered with transvestites yet still chooses the used water bottle. He is King Dio-rrhea the non-dio-degradable dipstick of the Colorado Rockies.

Check back each and every other day for his actual rants placed on blogs around the blogosphear.

Such as this actual comment about
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeboooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooyyooooooo hooooooooodownherewhere are youeeeeeeeeeboyyyyyyy?"

Or this serious post to my comment section: (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((()

Isn't he just the most ut?

He has no blog of his own because he has no mind of his own. His thoughts are so random he eats butterflys and poops rainbows.

Actual Comment last week: Som tims i feel so coptic my glomus strats to gifus, wikbow?

Arent you impressed?

I know I was... For almost 1/10000 of a second.

By the way Dio-jerk, 1998 just called and they're sick of you too. Move on!

Your answer to 2+2 is 'Bush and Cheney lied"

Dio-rreah has never met a fact he couldn't ignore or a detail he couldn't discount.

I made a toast to your wife on her birthday to 'the best woman I ever had.' The waiter joined me.
You got any naked pictures of her Dio? You wanna see some?

Your father married your mother so they could have kids.
Just imagine their disappointment when you arrived!

Be with us next time for another thrill packed adventure in the commentus life of the blogless buffoon from the Maroon Lagoon