Unable to provide relevant evidence, Mini-Scartch deftly executes an evasive manuever and reaches into his bag of well-worn falsehoods for a pseudo-response:
Rollo Tomasi wrote:Daniel Peterson wrote:Well, if you can provide any evidence that I have any particular interest in Scartch's personal or professional life, that I have any interest in him at all beyond his crusade to defame me, please do share it.
If what you did after you discovered GoodK's true identity is "evidence," then it's pretty strong.
The Scartch Goes On
The beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
Smearing Quinn was once the rage, uh huh.
But Scartch's mind has turned a page, uh huh.
My $20K's the current thing, uh huh.
The IRS is our newborn king, uh huh.
The beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
Homicide's my secret urge, uh huh.
History's facts require my purge, uh huh.
An anti-Semite who has it in for Jews,
An anti-black whose heart has seen no use!
The beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
Families are my favorite prey, uh huh.
Lies and hate are my chosen way, uh huh.
Scholarship's a foreign thing to me.
Decent people see me and they flee.
The beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.