Darci, are you just now realizing that all of this board stuff is crap? You take life too seriously. My IP address is blocked. I cannot email your boyfriend, nor do I want to email him. I prefer everything being in the open.
You say that you have never done anything to me???? BULLSHIT. You write in your blog about Kevin's psycho stalker. You know nothing about me. We have more in common than you would think. I won't bother to go into it now, but I knew about you long before you met Kevin. We have mutual friends.
Kevin won't answer this question, so why don't you try since you haven't answered one question out of any of those I have asked you.
Why didn't your boyfriend just keep his mouth shut about me when he got out of prison? Why did he find it necessary to bad mouth me and backstab me and his co-defendant and Richard Sherman who represented Kevin and helped Kevin during all those long prison years?
We would not be here having this conversation if the FAT FELON FUCK had just gone about his life and left me alone. But nooooooooooooooo, he had to open his big fat mouth and slander and libel me. I still kept my mouth shut. Then the final blow came when the FAT FELON FUCK gave out private addresses and telephone numbers of my family along with their SS#'s. Of course, Kevin might have been hiding behind his cracker groupies, but those connected to you and Kevin or the two of you are responsible for harassment.
You, Miss Darci, are in over your head. It will be that way until the day FAT FELON FUCK apologizes. I didn't start this fight, but I'll be damn if I'm walking away. Unlike you and FAT FELON FUCK, I have nothing to lose. I have attorneys who believe me and will defend me in court. Don't you threaten me with court, you phony bitch, or you will be added to the list with Kevin and will be sued jointly with the FAT FELON FUCK.
If I had wanted attention when I was helping the FAT FELON FUCK, I could have had many interviews and had my name all over the internet. The only time I gave permission to have my name mentioned was in the article Kevin Poulsen wrote the day before FAT FELON FUCK was released. The only time! Everything else the FAT FELON FUCK says is lies. I only gave my time to FAT FELON FUCK because I was writing a book and I was helping others working on the case. I got to a point where I wanted to spit in FAT FELON FUCK's face. He is a selfish, manipulating, lying bastard. Talk about sick assholes! If you want a psycho, you have FAT FELON FUCK!
I may act like an idiot now and then on a stupid pornboard, but you and FAT FELON FUCK act like assholes on and off boards. I know all about you, Miss Darci, and it isn't a pretty picture. You are very careful what you write here because you know that everyone is sitting back waiting for you to fall on your face. You have a lot at risk here. I have nothing at risk. It doesn't mean a damn thing to me what you do or don't do. YOU ARE OWNED, BABEE!
Good luck in court. Let's face it, Darci Warci, you wouldn't bother with Gonzo in a million years if you didn't need him. Kevin did the same with the hams. When he got out of prison, he was smiling and introducting himself to all the hams....a perfect ham! HA HA! A few months went by and he wasn't accepting calls from any of the hams. He got his free radios and his free help, and he was gone. He immediately started calling the mothers of hams old bitches and talked about fucking them in the ass. Yes, Darci....I have it on tape. Your boyfriend is so stupid that he said in his own voice that he lied to Jonathan Littman, which means The Fugitive Game is one big lie. Kevin admitted lots of things on the radio in his own voice.
FAT FELON FUCK has never met me, yet he calls me a fat old bitch. HA HA! Kevin should look in the mirror. He has an ugly Jewish nose, a fat waist, an even fatter ass, saggy chin, thinning hair, small cock, and the worst nasal voice I have ever heard in the history of radio.
Yes, my dear, continue to social engineer Oprano and talk about smilies and computer terms. But when the day ends and the shit settles, you are the fool. You are the one who has been social engineered by the biggest piece of shit the internet has ever seen, your own personal FAT FELON FUCK!
Grow up, Miss Darci. Give the *ears* to your daughter. Lose some weight with Kevin. Lie some more and tell us you are young and sweet when we all know you are pushing 40. Time to start acting your age. Time to get a job and start supporting your daughter. Time to meet Kevin's Uncle Mitchell and hear his story. Some day soon I will tell the world why Uncle Mitchell is so important and the role he played in FAT FELON FUCK's prison life.
Sleep tight, Miss Darci.
You know my number. If you ever see the light, give me a call. I will forgive you for being such a ridiculous sick bitch.
Nitely Nite.
