Once again, the Flea-induced Warriors shuffle into the gar-tudio like moths to a fluorescent bulb, hungry for enlightenment.

But, like always, she sprinkles her flea dust with the same theatrical flourish as every other night… and the light dusting lands with all the impact of a wet tissue.
As the flea begins her hellos for the night, the Warriors get excited as she calls out their names.

The happy-go-lucky flea eventually gets pumped up enough to launch her first rant of the night.

Madder than a tick on a dead dog, the flea cranks her ‘pissed off’ meter to eleven and starts spewing the hate a mere six or so minutes into her stream.

“Crazy stuff, just crazy stuff,” she hints to her captive audience. “I don’t even know what to talk about,” she claims with her schoolgirl attitude and a fresh coat of pretended vulnerability as her guise.

(Oh puhleeze, is the ‘poor poor’ flea trolling her own Warriors?)

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She winds back to her hellos and soon lets it slip between her thinning lips that “there are lots of privacy reports being filed”.

The flea throws back her thick neck and delivers her customary ‘growggle’ as she smiles between her two good teeth.

As the flea begins, her first victim of the night is our Germy, Germ, Germ. She reports that he is really, really pissed off at her lately.

The flea begins recapping the BK stuff, the secret negotiations, and why Germy is the fool and the failure at everything he touches.

She doubles down, saying that it hasn’t been a secret at all that Germ is saying he’s been offered to buy Liarnutz’s property. Buy, the flea calls him a liar and a fool for thinking Liarnutz would work anything out with the Trustee.

Of course, the narcissistic flea reminds her listeners that she has warned them time and time again,
”Well, that is not true.”

(Geezer Louise, Warriors, didn’t you hear this from her every night this week? If she told you once, she’s told you a million times… please, start paying attention while the gaslighting ceremony plays out.)

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She soon hints she knows it’s not true, and she’s known for a long time. “It doesn’t matter how I know, or what I know; the thing is, I know he’s lying.”

(So, did Saran Wrap slip her the juicy tidbits for a few extra bucks to line his pockets, or did Liarnutz and Crooky-boi feed her ‘their’ plump narrative?)

Fleasa gurgles forward and tells her Warriors that eventually “You too, will know he’s lying.”

She quickly throws the blame ball towards the Germ for being the one who “told the world about a settlement offer regarding Liarnutz’s property, right?”

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The flea wiggles her big boned ass deep into her chair and claims that since the “cat is outta the bag” about this settlement, she can tell you that ”This little ‘flurker’ (yes, she said flurker and not flucker) was the one who offered to buy the property. “That’s it, that’s all I said.”

flurking flea

Her narrative begins to question why Germy Hale$ has any right to be involved in settling the property.

(She works overtime to fill the Warriors’ ‘love cups’ with rancid Jeremy juice; they all seem to sip in unison and believe every friggin’ word she pours.)

Fleasa starts twisting her words and drips condescending thoughts about the ‘settlement’ that has or hasn’t taken place.

She states as fact, “There’s been no meeting yet at the time, um there’s no deal, there’s no signatures, there’s no nothing.”

(Seriously, how daft are these Warriors if she has to spoon-feed them the same info every night? Did she forget that it was Saran Wrap who was the one who told the judge that “they were in settlement talks with Randy and the Trustee”?)

spin, spin, spin

She shoves harder on her words as she fills the Warriors’ heads with her facts that “There is no contingency or confidential anything that he’s talking about.”

(Is she trying to pretend she’s not to blame for any failed negotiations because of her big mucusy mouth?)

She begins her ‘fasty fasty’ talk and tells the Warriors, “He can run with whatever bull-chit story he’s going to run with, because he has to run with something, right?”

She amps it up and bellows forward, “But what he’s pissed off about, guys, is the fact that if I let something out of the bag, think about this….”

She pauses to gather her gaslighting thoughts, then sprays her Warriors with this thought: “If I supposedly let something out of the bag and gave up some kind of confidential information, the only thing I said was that Jeremy offered to buy the property, not the other way around.”

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After a deep breath into her smoke-filled lungs, the flea hammers it home to say ”So, obviously, he’s admitting that I was telling the truth.”

Fleasa then doubles her dosage towards the Warriors and blames Jeremy for letting the “cat out of the bag” about the settlement. She is adamant and pissy that she had no hand in the leaked information.

Gullible Warriors

She quickly adds the sweetener to her tea and tosses out the question, “Why are there no other creditors doing what he’s doing?”

She gets dirty, and spit begins to dribble down her layered chin as she ponders why Jeremy “Is the only one who thinks he’s entitled to anything?”

(No conspiracy, Fleaho, it’s because the creditors all know it’s cheaper to write off Liarnutz’s debt than to pay their law firm to attempt to collect pennies on the dollar from a broke-azz debtor.)

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But the flea keeps digging deeper and deeper to create a conspiracy that the Warriors will believe, with her help, of course.

She soon hurls out from her bowels, “Here’s the deal: I am on the list of creditors. I was put on the list. However, I did nothing about it because I don’t want to be involved in whatever they are going to do with that because I think it’s WRONG!”

(What the what?)

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“And I…do, do not want to sit there and paper or have anything to do with the bankruptcy. That’s Liarnutz’s personal business, and it’s nobody’s business,” she now professes like she has had no partners’ hands to hold in this BK dance.

Hey Warriors, in case you forgot….

It was Deuce and the Flea that grifted money for “a lawyer to handle everything” for Liarnutz.

Remember that $6000 they grifted, and you, err, raised?

Remember how Druce promised to be a ‘man in the street’ at Karen Read’s trial if you all have ‘just a little bit more to give?”

They boasted that this lawyer would do it all, but remember how they didn’t let you in on the fact that it was going to be a BK lawyer?

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Remember how some of you were a little miffed when you found out?

(I do)

Remember how proud they were that this BK would put the brakes on all other lawsuits?

But now, Liarnutz is teetering on the edge of a cliff, and it’s all Jeremy’s fault that the property will be seized?
How is that possible when this was part of their master plan?

How much fleece does the flea have to use to cover your eyes from the truth?

Let me ask, Warriors, are you that daft to think that she is giving you the truth?

lorty-bee

(Sorry, I am just amazed how these ‘Swallowers and Wallowers’ can not think for themselves and see that it was the Flea and a bubbly Deuce who devised this scheme to “halt” and “buy time” on the ongoing lawsuits that were playing out.)

DUPED

The flea soon gurgles out more lies and half-truths about Germ and his minions being the ones to blame when it comes to making sure it’s everybody’s business and not just Liarnutz’s.

She is in full denial of anything being taken from her wheelhouse to perpetuate this narrative. But, like usual, the Warriors lap it up as it drips off her rotund body mass.

credulous

The fleas’ twisted words begin to throw shade towards Liarnutz’s dilemma and soon add to the storyline that “I refuse to paper that court, uh, by being any kind of creditor and using that court to go up against Hale$.”

She pauses, swallows her nightly, err hourly, mucus ball, and adds “However, uh, HE has subpoenaed me to try and get all my records and all this other bull-chit, SO, I WILL PROVE that it’s BULL-CHIT and I have already proven to ALL OF YOU that, um, that the, uh, process server did not serve me properly and lied in his affidavit, which is actually perjury!”

“And Shochet put it in there knowing it was perjury!” she hurls for good measure.

Fleasa later claims her proof will be that the process server called Goober’s hair salt and pepper, and “clearly it’s not salt and pepper,” according to the flea, and she is adamant that his hair is ‘dirty blonde’.

(Yeah, dirty as in greasy, thinning sort of way. Sure, it may not be a traditional ‘salt and pepper’ like the PO described in the affidavit, but that doesn’t disqualify him from saying he spoke with Goober and perceived the grease as salty or peppery.)

Of course, she carries on and on about the process server’s dubious acts to gain more sympathetic believers… why wouldn’t she? It’s a good grift in the old pocketbook.

(It almost takes me back to the good old “Blue Tape days” of yesteryear)

suckers

Okay, I admit, there is more to the storyline.
There is juicier stuff to discuss, like when Gatorstench kept interrupting the flea over and over as she tried to whine about something, and he kept stepping in her words with his hellos and conversations with someone real or imaginary.

Or maybe the anticipated rant towards Megan where she attempts to ‘rip her a new one’.

She also thanks everyone for the commissary $$$
That was sent for Goober, and it lets slip they are trying to get a secret court date to replace the September 8th date because of “trolls”.

(Listen up Warriors, there is no way in a snowball’s, or in Goober’s case, a snow-line chance in hell that they can get a secret trial and close it to the public.
Nope, the law doesn’t work like that, especially in a felony-civil trial.)

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I have to admit, my head is all fuddled up with ‘Warriorsoup nonsense and gullibility,’ and I am over it for the day.

(Hopefully I can see fresh in a few days.)

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Toodles Poodles ♥️
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P.S. The weekly Warrior deprogramming meeting will take place in the community building this evening, as usual. Please bring your favorite dessert and an open mind.