Bristol did a really nice little blog earlier this week in memory of Manny Moniz, the king instigator of the Brockton Hub. I’m proud to say that Manny was a turtle rider, and although I didn’t necessarily agree with everything he had to say, I like to think that we were on the same team. What I enjoyed most about the man was the fact that he said exactly what a lot of people were saying, but in an even more politically incorrect way than even we could ever dream. He called out EVERYONE and told it like it is. Didn’t matter if they were gang bangers who lived down the block from them. If he thought you were a piece of shit you were gonna hear it from him, and he wasn’t afraid to put his name to it. Often it was him lamenting food stamp abuse while he worked his ass off.
Calling out criminals.
Praising Donald Trump.
Calling out the crooked Mayor.
Soaking up his Brockton Hub fame.
And letting the haters know what he thought of them, even after he got ALS.
He was the king of the 800 comment thread. And in doing so he made even more enemies than Turtleboy, all of who are terrible people. Although some people he called junkies took it in good spirit.
Well, when a guy like this dies and you didn’t like him when he was alive, it’s fine to say that. We’re not gonna blog about you if you shit on the dead, because we don’t believe that just because someone died you have to pretend that you liked them.
But what’s crossing a line is when you message a guy’s loved one with something like this right after her long term boyfriend dies:
Then he posted this in the Hub.
Well that’s not very nice Randolph Wyman Adams from Holbrook.
Randy Dandy has since taken down his page after receiving Hub justice, but it was filled with anti-Trump memes and Huffington Post links. In other words, this vapid crotchsicle was so consumed with politics, and so convinced that his position is the moral one, that he felt justified sending a grieving woman a message telling her that he hopes that Manny is rotting in Hell where he belongs.
Of course what he’s really just doing is projecting. Randolph is a sad, pathetic man, lashing out because deep down inside he hates the fact that he tried to grow a beard and ended up looking like Joan of Arc’s unkempt vagina at the end of the Hundred Years war.
Girlfriend is suffering from the after effects of the pubonic plague.
Randy is married to Marcus Allen Adams.
Which is beautiful, brave, and bold. Of course Randolph took Marcus’ last name, because if this face doesn’t scream, “I got dibs on bottom”
I don’t know what does.
I’m guessing Marcus is the breadwinner of the family, based on his employment at Newbury Comics.
I remember my first summer job too. I was 16. Different strokes, no pun intended.
Manny might’ve been rough around the edges and called out scumbags for being scumbags. But he also helped out a lot in the community and had a code. He would never message a grieving woman privately to rub salt in her wounds. Manny wouldn’t want people to be nice to him just because he’s dead. He liked to battle, and wouldn’t have a problem with people who didn’t like him saying as much on the Hub. But this? Only a lowlife degenerate does something like that, and for that reason Randy Adams has earned permanent Turtleboy fame. Good luck getting a job at Newbury Comics bitch boi.
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