Capturing Daily Life




Recall News The 1982 Newsletters Education Corporate MegaCrimes Political Reform Point/ Counterpoint

Candidate Insider

A Weblog by David Scully


TRUTH Was My Defense

TRUTH IS MY SWORD !

Get Ready To Have

Your ASS Kicked, Punk.

I'm Callin' You Out.

May 17, 2004 (Monday)

This article addresses an ostensibly harmless query via email from one of my readers, which is really a threat, or a punishment, or a tease, or a mock, apparently from someone in Arnold's office. In other words, some punk's trying to shut me up. My reply: "F U C K Y O U, P U N K !" In 1982, I established a student organization, The Men's Liberation Organization, at CSUS, in response to sexual and racial insults from Julie Gwynn, a computer instructor at CSUS. I was consequently threatened physically by students and faculty. Also, according to Timmy Comstock, then the dean of students, the feminist faculty on campus were planning to sue me for reporting that Julie Gwynn bragged about drinking too much beer before lecturing. (And I was being nice and collegial by not even mentioning that she sexually assaulted me by shoving a dollar deep into my front pocket and then forced a kiss on me). I responded in my next newsletter, after thorough legal research, that TRUTH IS A COMPLETE DEFENSE IN SUCH MATTERS. Period.

TRUTH IS MY SWORD

Now, I recently began the task of telling my story, so that I would not be defined unfairly by others, or maligned by them. Though I could have picked an earlier point in time, such as my year and a half at UCD and a particular term paper I wrote that was a source of contention between me and the ultra-liberal and flaky activist prof Eugene Lunn, I decided to choose 1979. I choose as a logical starting point the career I embarked upon after graduating from UCD, and I honestly described the frat-boy atmosphere and harassment I endured working in the Sacramento County Assessor's Office, while I was attending McGeorge Law School full-time at nights. It was an extremely unprofessional environment where I worked at the Assessor's office. And I am only just beginning. In my last article, I only discussed the Co-Workers From Hell, and I have yet to discuss our supervisors or their supervisors. YET I HAVE ALREADY RECEIVED A COMPLAINT FROM ONE TOO COWARDLY TO IDENTIFY HIMSELF ! The email address is from something like bluesmanout@aol.com, and, of course, this is a play on the title of my weblog, "The Candidate Insider", and the fact that I'm known as a singer of blues, as well as country and oldies. So the message is that a coward who won't identify himself is saying that I'm "out", as opposed to "in", and the other significant fact is that my email again has enticements to order "The Maddy Book", which lists all the governor's appointments and who has them and how much they make. So the point is that this is apparently from someone associated with the Transition Committee, who's letting me know that I'm out of consideration, and that he's a friend of Don Prieve and please could I tell him more about Don and why did I mention Don Prieve in my newsletter. OK, punk, you COWARD who's afraid to identify himself, once again: I'm discussing my life to make sure I'm not defined by assholes, punks, and cowards LIKE YOU or by the kinds of people you talk to. My experience with Don Prieve for the year that I worked with him is just as I explained it in "Co-Workers From Hell". He was the senior man in age and rank, by far, among six new hires. Five of us were recently out of the military, and the sixth was the son of a colonel, so Prieve certainly could have commanded the deference and respect of all of us. I certainly gave him the respect and deference that I would give to my father - there was just over a 20-year age difference. But Ron Hammer, the major, was a god-damned trouble-maker, and Prieve remained silent and even chuckled and laughed along when Hammer tried to harass and insult me, and apparently when he harassed and insulted Ron Louie, the Chinese kid working with us. So there, you fucking coward who is afraid to identify himself to me, there. And I'm going to keep talking about my experiences, and naming names as they come along, alive or dead. So fuck you coward. You don't like it - tough. Let's have a little talk about it. Go ahead, motherfucker, MAKE MY DAY. And, don't worry, punk. I'm not expecting an appointment, even though I'm just the kind of voice Arnold needs to hear. Maybe when he's writing his memoirs and going through his paperwork, maybe then he'll have access to my application and my web site. Meanwhile, you punks can just make sure he doesn't see it, or if he does, you'll let him know I've been vetted and labelled a troublemaker. Am I right, bluesman punk coward ? Incidentally, Arnold, if you ever see this, you're doing a good job, and that Dan Weintraub is exremely smart and wrote a great analysis of your performance in Sunday's paper. But you don't seem to understand that public education is an evil empire of liberalism. If you won't listen to me, you ought to talk to Limbaugh, and Walter Willians and Sowell and Ward Connerly. Anyway, back to you, motherfucking coward. You see, you don't get my gig, punk. My gig is the TRUTH. I'm not kissing anybody's ass to get an appointment. My profiling division has identified you as most likely an old white male Republican, retired military, who worked with or for Prieve. You see, it's punks like you, old white men, retired military guys, that shrugged me off and laughed me off as a screwball kid when I was writing my newsletters that became the script for Rush Limbaugh. Truth ? That was MY mantra before Sacramento even HEARD of Limbaugh. Bashing Extremist Liberals ? Before any of you dared Bashing extremist econazis ? The same Bashing extremist feminists ? Nobody took them on before I did at CSUS in 1982 and that's why I've been blacklisted and silenced. I blazed the trail and took the fire from the liberals and from conservative shitheads like you. I made it ripe for Rush and all he had to do in 1984 was read my script and pave the road where I had made a path. Who exposed the Orwellian thought and speech control of the liberal fascists in 1982, twenty years before Diane Ravitch and Tammy Bruce? One guess, moron. And it was punks like you that just looked at me and shook their heads. F U C K Y O U ! Yeah, from old white men like you, from the good old boy network that the bitches bitched about, I got snorts, chuckles, face contortions, and head-shaking, with remarks like, "don't know what you're saying", "don't know what your problem is", "don't understand this". But NOW you've all got it. Now I go to a god-damned Arnold meet up and I have to listen to you god-damned old white motherfuckers tell ME about the liberalism on campuses and all the other dittohead shit you morons repeat from Rush and from the rest of the radio people who imitate Rush who imitated me. Did I say "FUCK YOU !" yet ? I got news for you, punk. You're dittoing me, the granddaddy of it all. And Rush, though a brilliant psychologist, is singing my song off-tune regarding the environment. He's weak on science, but brilliant on psychology and social analysis. But that's an aside. The issue here is punks like you who just don't get it. You're trying to intimidate me or punish me for telling my story. Let me tell you, punk, I've just begun, so I'm gonna nip it in the bud and make a lesson of you, and I ain't no Barney, motherfucker. You see, that's just what the liberal fascists on the campuses with their PC thought and speech control and blacklists do. So that proves that you don't really get it. You're not really one of us. You're the one who's out, punk, regardless of who's working where with what title and pay. I get it. I'm the leader. You don't even get it yet. You're trying to shut me up, and I haven't even gotten started. Wait til I really get going. You'll throw a fit. Poor baby. Fuck You. You see, it's time for me to be heard and punks like you to shut up. Go to your rocking chair. I'll be glad to put you there, or in a hospital bed it you prefer, PUNK. My name is Mr. David Scully My phone number is 916 470-0638. I pick the time and place. And the time is within the next 31 days, punk. Contact me, punk. And if you email me, punk, use your real name, punk.
Posted by dscully at 07:77 PM Top of Page

David Scully




Bio Weblog Archives

email davidscully @hotmail.com

Weblog Archives Home