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13/F/Florissant seeks her deadbeat dad

Monday, August 13th, 2007

On September 10, 2005, I received the following anonymous e-mail:

John Combest:

You are an arrogant little prick! Your podcast sucks just like you suck. You sound like a fucking automaton robot. I practically fell asleep listening to your monotone voice. “In the loop,” are you kidding!! You’re so much in the loop that Missouri republican party officials wouldn’t even return your phone calls after using you for internet information. And I am a Republican! You sound like the little bitch you are whining and begging for respect. Hello….. dumbfuck! It shows you how much they really think of your “website.” (LOL) Cutting and pasting headlines every morning for four years only proves that you’re lazy, unimaginative, and too chicken shit to give your opinions.

How in the hell can you have the audacity to talk about originality????? Or say that your site was plagiarized earlier this year?” How do you plagiarize cutting and pasting newspaper headlines??? You stupid shit, The AP could and should sue you for using their stories without permission. You obviously don’t have a clue and the creators of “Right Missouri” and the party know it too. Below is from your FAQ page you used to have on your “website” talking about you copying the Drudge report’s layout:

Q.) Your design looks a lot like the Drudge Report. What gives?

A.) You are very observant. I am a product of my internet environment. I’ve been visiting Matt Drudge’s site for the last seven years. His clean, easy-to-read format provides links to all the national news I need without the graphics (and wasted page-loading time) I don’t want. If I was running a commercial website or selling a product, I would hire someone more web-savvy to create something more original. But here, substance prevails over style

Q.) Have you thought about adding a message board?

A.) Yes. But the idea of anonymous postings opens up a can of ethical and legal worms that makes my skin crawl

The truth is, you don’t have the BALLS to take criticism, not to mention your simply unimaginantive and lazy as I said earlier.

Just a little critique, please take it in the spirit that it’s meant. FUCK YOU!!!!!

Sound familiar? Guess who admitted sending this e-mail to me?

(I’m sorry I had to do this to your biological father, B. I won’t respond to his rage attacks ever again. I promise. Ever since he was convicted for not supporting you in 2004, he’s paid more attention to me than to you. Now that I’ve finally given him some attention and a feeling of self-worth, maybe he’ll do the same for you.)

To everyone else: Tomorrow is a new day. Let’s start having fun again, shall we?

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On Christopher Arps

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

I’m embarrassed to say I knew Christopher Arps, and even more embarrassed to say that I liked him when I first met him in 2001.

Eventually, though, the people who gave Chris Arps chance after chance to turn his life around — including myself and the patient souls at Talent’s district office — had to show a little tough love. Chris Arps struck back in anger and spite, which I guess shows he wasn’t fit to be much of a father anyway.

Here’s the St. Louis American story on Chris Arps. Expect to hear more about this disappointing — but not particularly surprising — case soon.

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