Blog 'HELL ON WHEELS & THE NOBLE ART OF PIZZA'
Added: 2 days ago By: badMother
Brontemark -King of Trolls with a 100 accounts- found a comment last week about me having wheels under my chair. Since he loves to use personal information to hurt people to the max, he made several accounts (Hotwheels, SqueakyWheelChair etc) and posted wheelchair related insults and 'funny' wheelchair pics. In his own words;
HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! badTranny can't take the pain! Pain from the waist up of course, being a crippled fuck with a 4 year old IT raises alone because IT got dumped LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL at the cripple!!
badMother the wheelchair-bound Trollvestite has been crucified!!!!!!!
badBitch is a wheelchair bound single dad because his Muzzie chick dumped his crippled ass!
Oh, in case you never met brontemark, you might want to see how he gets eloquently raped by LL_hayden @ 17:50
"brontemark is a dick. Honestly, he's shit for brains. The guy has such a SOUR vagina"
Anyway, once he realized even his troll-friends like 'barrackbar osama', 'Happy Dog' and others considered this 'somewhat out of line', he came up with a rationale saying I have hurt his feelings by making fun of his deceased uncle/aunt/family member (?). I dared him to prove that statement but he will never back that up because there isn't such proof. After all, only one can hit that low and he is full of it. Brontemark is nothing but a opportunistic liar with the sole purpose of hurting people 'ad hominem'.
But since he loves to troll around with personal stories, I decided to give him a story to chew on...
"...his Muzzie chick dumped his crippled ass!"
In 2008 my 12 year relationship came to an end with 'his Muzzi', a beautiful and powerful woman from Casa Blanca. Being related to the Moroccan royal family, she was a 'muzzie' by birth. Only in name that is, I've never seen her veiled or going to a mosque. And like her parents, she is very intelligent, finishing her studies at the Sorbonne, France. She is, what one of bronte's trollfriends would describe as an 'intlectuwal'. Here she is, kissing Maxima, queen of The Netherlands when winning the "Inspiration of the Year-Award" at the Ridderzaal, The Hague.
Even for a 'muzzie', she is by far your superior, brontemark.
Late 2009, while living in Dar Es Salam (Africa), I found the love of my life. Never have I met such a sparkling, fresh, witty woman like her, she made my world turn. We bought a stunning 17th century canal house which I totally renovated. She later got pregnant, life was just too good to be true.
"badTranny can't take the pain from the waist, being a crippled fuck"
In summer 2010, at night, I went home by bike. Some speeding car came out of nowhere, by the time I saw it it was too late and I got sandwiched between two cars. The guy who was responsible turned out to be totally drunk. It was a devastating blow and I lost my conscience. By the time I woke up my body was spastic shaking, blood everywhere. I could hardly feel anything, I might have been in shock. Ambulance came, got 'packed in' on a board with some odd collar on and transported me. Once in the hospital the X-rays showed I broke my leg, two ribs, left arm, finger, collarbone.... and spine. That morning I got my first operation.
The next months I got 5 more operations. Despite the agonizing pain I didn't give up, hope was my best strategy, being positive was all I got. My wife made my life as easy as possible, she was truly great and told me she never would give up as long as I wouldn't give up. But hope isn't the best strategy...
December that year I got the last and most important operation, it was all or nothing. The operation took them eleven hours with a uncertain outcome. I'm sure they waited after Christmas to tell me the bad news: paraplegia due to a spinal cord injury. I would never walk again, wheelchair bound. The next few months I was seriously depressed, wanted to end my life.
How funny is that, brontemark? Wait! there's more funny for you to come..
"...a crippled fuck with a 4 year old IT raises alone because IT got dumped"
In the first week of March 2011 my wife delivered her baby. Too be honest, in a way I didn't care much -being full of self pity- but I really enjoyed her face: exhausted but her eyes full of joy. She was just beautiful, I felt so happy for her, I loved her more than anything else. What did I know...
That week became the worst of my life. At home, she was bleeding like hell, I had to change sheets 3 times a day. But the nurse helping us said "it is just normal" so I believed her. But she got weaker with the day, got pale, didn't want to eat anymore, just sleep. By the time she couldn't even lift her arm for a glass of water I realized something bad was going on, this was not normal.
Friday morning at ten o'clock, ignoring the the nurse completely, I called for an ambulance and they rushed her to the hospital. At first they were slow, just giving her some infuse and doing a few tests. It took them till the afternoon to find out how serious her condition was: she got immediately operated. But a surgeon already told me it wasn't good, not good at all. Her values were around 3.4 as were 3.6 is already deadly for a human being. Vital internal organs were affected, they did what they could but it was too late. One week after giving birth, at two o'clock in the night her heart stopped beating.
She died at the age of 38.
Maybe that's hilarious enough for you, brontemark?
I don't remember much of that week after. I got unexpected help from caring people, even people I hardly knew. But I wanted to be alone, didn't want to speak to anyone, didn't care about that baby. I did not sleep, did not eat, got drunk. I even tried to read the bible but threw it in the fireplace: if God was a CEO he would be fired within a day for total incompetence. Fuck 'm.
We buried her, went home again. At the end of the day my mother went home, she was really tired after doing so much for us. I was alone again. That night something very good happened to me.
The baby started to cry. If you are a parent you know you can't hide from that sound. So I woke up and looked at that tiny human being. Had no idea what to do but something had to be done to make him shut up. So I took a can of baby-milk, reading the manual and preparing a bottle of milk. Went back, and feeding it. The baby turned out to be very thirsty but once finished I saw a smile before he fell asleep again. Suddenly I realized he has the very same beautiful smile his mother had. I must have been staring for ages to the face of that little one. It changed me, it changed my future. That was the moment I became father: no more pity, just fight. So I did, every fucking day and I still do it this very day. Work hard, let success make the noise.
It has been 4 years now and the boy is beautiful, has the very same sparkling blue eyes as his mother. And I am stronger than ever before, both physical and mentally. I've grown elephant skin and steel balls, great features for a troll.
So brontemark, troll as much as you want and make a fool out of yourself. But you can't touch me because you haven't even a fraction of my strength, stamina, character, morals or creativity.
You have nothing. You are empty. I pity you.
(oh, and my son says you're stupid, take a walk - we both lolled)
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