Sandy Hook Elementary Imposter, Fake Father Robbie Parker

* A tale of a charlatan, caught pretending to be a father of a Newton Massacre 
Victim----(feel free to view his hyperbole on Youtube, search Robbie Parker 
Interview)


      This place is not big on naming names, but you sir, are despicable! Usurp 
nightmares of another. Charlatan! How can you do what you do, there, bold 
face lying for world news cameras. You, the very reason mine stomach pit, 
ulcer amore'! Tho' there's no clear understanding for sins you've committed. 
Those children! Where are the tears Robbie Parker? Where are the tears? We 
can't look at you anymore! 
      The epitome of evil approached the podium, unaware we were staring into 
your laughing eyes. Caught red handed, you Superman'd into character. 
Despise, despise! No, I won't pretend like the others that hate is not in my 
heart. You see, minus hate, love remains half mast. I thank you for the 
juxtaposition. Yet, sickening you are. And the truth is out Mr. Parker, you are 
a farce! Now I ask...Where does the misconception end? You mock naysayers, 
label them "Conspiracy Theorists" amongst other choice vulgarities. In return, 
I request answers. Answers to understand where true conspiracy roams, for' 
I'm no dummy little buddy, and I know where there's smoke, fire is nearby. 
Meanwhile, you might want to sharpen your acting skills, for the end is nigh. 
And you Robbie Parker are only a speck of the lie.

You rigged the book on Sandy Hook.

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Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 8/2/2014 12:24:00 PM

About reading your poems, it's a joy to do so, I can always expect something unexpected, and to read something interesting, to have something to ponder about it-- I admit I don't always fully understand all that you say, but that's also the cool part of it, where it can be multi-layered, a gobstopper of sorts? I think I grasp a bit of what you say about your writing process, it sure feels amazing when certain 'moments' hit you once you read your own work, like 'ooh, I didn't exactly mean it to be that way, but it means so much more this way'... I am glad you are posting your writes here, please keep doing so.

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 8/2/2014 12:19:00 PM

I don't know about this guy, I'll try to look into it next time, gotta go sleep-- but sighsss-- reading about people like this, how they take advantage of situations, makes one wonder and worry about humanity. Glad to know you were ok despite your house getting torn up, I just find a thrill to it...did you know, they (weather bureau?) retire the names of hurricanes/typhoons that have brought much destruction & loss of lives (can't exactly remember the count).