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We Don’t Actually Have to Look For Stuff to Publish on this Blog. Our Readers Send it To Us and We Just Go With the Flow. Well, A Reader Sent Us Some Text from Cathy Deluca’s Cathy’s Coeymanazi Clucks Club FaceBook Page. It’s Pathetic But We Can See The Bright Side of Even Cathy’s Pathetic Losers’ Club
Cathy’s Coeymanazi Clucks Club
As usual, when we find something that’s interesting and eye-opening for our readers, no matter how deranged it might be, it’s not surprising that it comes from people associated with Cathy’s Coeymanazi Clucks Club. It’s all very instructive, really. Using the examples of Cathy Deluca’s Clucks Club, we can all learn what it is like to be really stupid and, hopefully, we can avoid it ourselves…of course, not that any of our readers would ever descend to that level of decrepitude or delusion!
But really, we’d like to present this text taken directly from Cathy Deluca’s FaceBook pages but with a humorous edge to it, because when you read stuff like that, you need to laugh or you’d cry. So, here goes…
The pathetic aspect of the Coeymanazis and Cathy’s Coeymanazi Clucks Club a.k.a. the FaceBook Teletubbies a.k.a. the Trollettes, is that whatever happens you can be certain that their twisted minds will mutate the facts to fit their perverse agenda. Reality is no problem for them because they simply alter it to fit their viewpoints and so they live their lackluster lives.
For example, a recent critic of and short-lived commentator on this blog, big bear momma KRG [Editor’s Note: She’s very sensitive so we wont use her name.] writes:
” Apparently, the mad blogger stalks this site .” [Editor’s Note: KRG is referring to Cathy Deluca’s cesspool collection of cluck comments on FaceBook. Nothing could be farther removed from the truth. Rather than recognize and admit that there are people who are “members” their FaceBook group who simply find them to be idiots, they have to have a so-called “lurker.” Sorry, girls, you’re just not that interesting. But when one of your members sends me some of your psychotic rantings, I feel I should post it for the amusement of all.] Typically, they gloss over their own sociopathic personalities and identities and project their own deplorable characters on others in the attempt to blacken the world so that they can shine. The Mad Blogger.]
“Maybe someone should look into the fact that he publishes copyrighted materials on his blog without any legal right to do so. Also, the content of some of those pictures come pretty close to pornography. Maybe someone should look into whether he should be on school grounds.”
I wasn’t aware that I was anywhere near school grounds, but Hey! it doesn’t have to be true to be on Cathy’s Clucks site. It’s that sort of rabid speculation and finger-pointing fantasy that makes Cathy’s Clucks Club so damned fascinating. Imagine if they actually were in touch with reality, the reality of the world outside of themselves, that is, and if they could actually compose an intelligible line of prose, they might actually be able to sell some of their fiction! But, alas, it proably would qualify as pornography. Poor dears, they’ve aged very badly, mentally and physically, and their minds have become caricatures of the dullness that they have always been, but at least when they had their former dull glow of youth and fertility, they could at least babble their nonsense and some poor horny bastard would decide that she may not have been the smartest thing around but it could breed.
KRG does get it right in a rare moment of lucidness and awareness when she admits her real mental state:
“Of course, anything I state has no validity because apparently I am senile and I am in a coma induced by drugs.”
And then, the typical moment of self-righteousness and judgment always surfaces. They always need to point out the real or imagined flaws in others and, even more pathetic, in others’ families, because in their own empty and sterile lives they have nothing by which to distinguish themselves. It’s like the ass calling the mule a long-ear. But here we have those whose sins and crimes are disgusting and scandalous but are so deeply buried that they themselves are unaware of them but their unconscious is and is so repulsed that it projects them on others. I won’t mention that some of these very people making the judgments were the local school whores, grew up to be the town adultresses, the royal hypocrites in town, whose own children do the very things that they claim others do (can we expect otherwise given the role models they have?). All that can be said is that a little powder and a little paint make a gal what she ain’t, right, Clucks? Scrape away the powder and the paint and you’ll find a lot of decay.
KRG continues her diatribe, and writes:
“I reminded him [Editor’s Note: Kathleen’s writing style is a bit confusing, reflecting the mind behind it, I suppose. But then, she’s writing on Cathy Deluca’s blog so nothing’s lost.] that unlike some of the school board members and their family [Editor’s Note: Apparently all the school board members are related, according to KRG they have one family. Ignorant wench!], I have not been arrested nor do I do illegal drugs [Editor’s Note: Well that’s a plus. You do everything else, don’t you. I suppose the list of “I don’ts” is much shorther than the list of “I do’s.”]
If you are using the statement that you’ve never been arrested or never done illegal drugs as a credential for your credibility, I’m afraid you are very likely still in the company of some very seedy characters, indeed. But it does show your rather bizarre view of the world, KRG, if you presume that the absence of those two items on your résumé of worthlessness make you ‘something.’
That statement reveals only your limitedness, your total lack of accessibility, your co-dependence. KRG builds herself up to be a totem figure, a “momma bear.” Yes, she’s sort of like a bear (Don’t they call a female bear a “sow“?), I suppose, but the charade this past-middle aged woman attempts is more indicative of her schism with reality, her inability to recognize her mental and, despite her dimensions, physical frailty. So she growls loudly and calls herself something she feels has meaning and attributes of power. Sorry, but we see through the metaphor, KRG. It only makes you seem ridiculous. Moreover, you invent a threat in order to embellish your fantasy. You may need some of those illegal drugs to calm you before you do get yourself arrested. Then your only two positive attributes will be lost forever!
But what you write certainly confirms my conclusions:
“He said he is not afraid of me and made fun of the fact that I said I was a momma bear. What he fails to realize is the power of woman and the power of a mother. He misses my intent. Do not interfere with my loved ones.”
This really brought a smile to my face: The Cluck calls the “mad blogger” a “chicken!” I’m a cock, madam, a very bright cock! My colors would be wasted if I degraded myself to meeting in person every lunatic Cluck that comments on this blog! Sorry, you’ll just have to fantacize about me because I am a very busy cock and wouldn’t have the time to waste on a Cluck. But her self-agrandizing qualifications are impressive…to the limited intellect:
“I asked him to meet me in person but I am sure he will continue to hide behind his blog like the chicken that he is. I pay taxes, I pay an accountant to fill out my forms and I have been involved as a school district employee for 23 years. I put my name behind any statements I make and you can ask anyone I know about that. I am held in high esteem by my coworkers and friends. I wonder if Mr. Sicko can say the same. Come out come out wherever you are. If you feel so strongly about your convictions, show your face.”
Yes, indeed, “momma bear” you are indeed a person of “power” and you certainly have a very fine opinion of yourself, too! A pretty big ego, too! Just count the I‘s in the above text. No modesty in your cluck coop, right? Every hear of humility? Yes, KRG, you are very tough, very powerful, very accomplished, very honest, very much the model of virtue–in your own feeble mind. O.K. Feel better now? Now go put on some more powder and paint; your real self is starting to show through, and it ain’t pretty, girl.
Here’s where Kathleen’s hangups really come to light. She wrote previously in one of her comments that an image was “sexual” (that’s an antiquated word that was used to mean ‘sexually offensive.’ It dates you, KRG. It’s an infantile word. It indicates to me that you have some serious hang -ups.). But then you affirm your psychological fixation on seeing ugliness in sexuality:
KRG then writes:
“The woman in his family should be very proud of him. He degrades woman by remarking about their size? He posts pictures of naked morbidly obese woman? Wonder what he looks like? Hmmmm.”
KRG means womans or sumpthin’. We actually have more than one “woman” in the family. Actually, I’m rather good looking. That’s one of the reasons why I would probably not want to be seen with you or any of the Clucks. I have a fine reputation and a very good image to uphold and I wouldn’t do anything to compromise them. You know that, Kathleen!
Since it’s Cathy’s Clucks Club, Cathy Deluca had to chime in at some point. She never did know when to keep her cake hole shut. So Queen Cluck utters her pseudo-wisdom:
“Cathy DeLuca: Kathleen, he will NEVER come out in the light. He is a coward with serious mental and emotional problems. Unfortunately there are several people on this page that are “fans” and feed his hate filled blog. I’m sorry you’ve become one of his newest targets.”
Wrong again, Cathy. The real cowards are the ones that don’t come out, that visit the TU blog with multiple fake handles, the ones who don’t come up with the documentation when told to do so! And the people on your FaceBook site are not “fans”, they’re just disgusted with you and your clucks and don’t want you to get away with your backstabbing and lies! This blog is where they have an opportunity to expose you all.
“Target”? My question is: Like Josephine Tracey O’Connor’s performance on May 15, 2012, dancing up and down the halls of the high school, in front of dozens of voters, chanting “He called me fat!” Well, if you fit the bill, why draw attention to the fact? You can’t call yourself a victim or a target if you self-inflict! Idiots!
And Cathy DeLuca gives her “best advise is to ignore him.” That’s profound, Cathy. Do you ever get beyond six-word incomplete sentences? (Sorry. We know you do.)
A relative unknown until now, a certain RT asks one of the few male clucks, ” Why post this again?”
And HAJU [full name is redacted] some species of high on toy soldier machismo chimes in with a cryptic comment, “wasn’t a re-post. Just a new comment on an old thread. RTFM.” And the literary skill of a Coeymanazi using the abbreviation,”RTFM” which means “Read the Fucking Manual,” which doesn’t seem to ruffle any of our ultra-moral Clucks. Real classy, HAJU.
This is the same guy who just before the May elections touted himself as an American “hero,” about to leave on deployment to Afghanistan, making the impression he was a real rifle-totin’ defender of American hypocrisy…was even called a “hero” by some of the Coeymanazis (God, being a hero these days is awfully easy!). In reality, he’s a desk-jockey guardsman, a pencil pusher. A real hero! HAJU makes a comment on his FaceBook page “I’m safer here than in DC! Head on a swivel.” Maybe he should be deployed to D.C.,then. (Real heros come back in bags or limbless, friends! Calling an Army national guardsman or an ROTC sergeant, a clerk, a hero is a slap in the face for the real heros!) One possible explanation for HAJU’s presence on Deluca’s FaceBook page is that he ran for a seat on the RCS CSD Board of Education in 2011 and lost, along with Cathy Deluca and William “Bill” McFerran, who also lost. It seems that these losers have all joined the Cathy’s Coeymanazi Clucks Club. (Sorry we couldn’t dig up much more on this character but we’ll have our contacts make some more inquiries (DoD, DoA, VA, FBI).)
The picture above shows HAJU doing what the Coeymanazis do best, blow smoke! (Oh, by the way, Hugito, the correct phrase is “Dulce et decorum est pro patri mori.” Before you try to be cute and use a foreign phrase you should either copy it correctly or know something about the language. Making a mistake like that isn’t cute, it’s ignorant.)
KRG In her fog of self-righteousness and fantasy image of her “momma bear” “power-woman” dilusions writes in a final comment in this Cathy Clucks Club:
“I chose to ignore him. I did post a response on his blog but he erased it. His committee of one must of decided I hit too close to home.”
Wrong again, KRG, and a bit contradictory (not that that’s anything new with your coven of clucks): You no sooner say you “chose to ignore him,” than in your next sentence you admit responding to his blog! Sure he erased it! It was pure rubbish, the rant of an unfulfilled, frustrated matron, who imagines herself to be a post-menopausal WonderWoman in a bear suit, pontificating from within a fog of vaginal vapors, about images and texts she doesn’t have the intellectual capacity to understand. Kathleen, dear, this is not some frustrated frumps forum, it is a forum of truth, real truth, not yours, not the Coeymanazis with whom you keep company, and not the truth of Cathy’s Coeymanazi Clucks Club. It’s real truth, something alien to you and your co-clucks.
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