A big kiss from Harry and her readers, I could have told you this would happen but……..hey
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Tell me — what species of amoeba are you exactly? Because it takes a special kind of single-celled courage to think that a cut-rate Waco attorney hurling playground insults at Harry is going to impress anyone. You’re not winning points, you’re just confirming you peaked at mediocrity and decided to set up camp there.
And let’s be honest — what kind of man feels the need to go after Harry, of all people? Oh wait, that’s right — a eunuch. Mystery solved.
Tell me, did your pony wander up from one of Parnell’s “famous rehoming deals”? Because every few weeks, someone runs into ol’ Par and hears him whining that “Harry’s picking on him.” It’s almost cute, if pathetic self-pity is your thing. How exactly is Harry picking on Parnell, anyway? From where the rest of us are sitting, Parnell’s too busy tugging on old favors and phoning friends to keep his geriatric backside out of an indictment.
Maybe you’ve heard — he’s still cashing in goodwill from that little episode where a “connected” someone helped the grandpa pedophile get a softer sentence. Or maybe you remember those “walk-throughs” at the jail that magically never reached the DA’s office. Sound familiar, counselor?
Or are you just another one of the suck-ups clinging to Parnell’s coattails, waiting your turn at the trough, hoping for your own “get out of jail free” favor someday?
Do yourself a favor — grow up, John.
And remember: the truth doesn’t hurt unless it hits home.
