One of the few good things about the neo-Nazi porn salesman Darrin Hodges — apart from his handsome face: yeah, that’s him up there — is his conviction that he’s quite a clever fellow. The fact that he’s actually quite a daft bugger makes his pathetic attempts at critique all the more amusing. Thus, Hodges writes:
Friday, September 08, 2006
Andrew Morgan of Melbourne, aka ‘@ndy'[,] is a liar.
Seriously though: I can only assume that your reference to my “brother” is a result of something Ben Weerheym claimed on his now deleted blog ‘Leftywatch’. To cut a long story short: any and all information regarding my “brother” was provided to Ben by aketus, posing as ‘cricket guy 88′ (or something similar). The story aketus relayed to Ben revolved around my having a non-existent brother, who was described as being both an ex-bikie, an ex-con, and as having a great deal of love for his family. Anyway, the ‘evidence’ for this “brother” was to be based on the non-existent minutes taken at a non-existent meeting of a non-existent group, the ‘Geelong Anarchist Group’… or ‘GAG’ for short.
Well, it’s not quite true[.] [S]ee, way back in January 2005, Andrew posted this on his older blog:
Looking after my brother Jamie’s house this last week-and-a-half, I (re-)discovered an Australian rock classic: Dave Warner’s From the Suburbs! To be precise, Mug’s Game, from which the following, achingly [ha!] accurate lines are drawn…
But wait, [there’s] more, the trusty blog search also reveals an extra nugget of information:
Looking after my brother Jamie’s house in Mitcham this last week-and-a-half, I (re-)discovered an Australian rock classic: Dave’s Warner’s From the Suburbs! To be precise, Mug’s Game… [snip]
[So] he looked after the non-existent house of his non-existent brother?
[H]mmm, pants on fire.
Honestly, Darrin, you’re a very silly man. I mean, gee whiz, has it ever occurred to you that I have a family? Brothers? Sisters even? Shit, the way you blokes carry on about decreasing fertility rates among whites, you’d reckon mum ‘n’ dad deserved a medal, not harassment!
So, for the benefit of stupid buggers like Darrin: the fairy tale revolves not around the fact that — eeek! who woulda thunk it! — I have family, but that I have a brother as described. Of course, the supposed fact that I have a brother named Jamie who lives in Mitcham is not especially relevant… is it? Well, unless Darrin believes that this may constitute a possible means through which to embarrass or intimidate me.
Which is a very dangerous assumption: at best.
Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they’re done.