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Friday, October 22, 2010

Sub-human

A few weeks ago in a post made on 10-15-2010 I wondered "Just when you think you can't get any lower you manage to dig a new basement under your previous low." Well, it sure didn't take long for old Chuck to achieve a new low. A low that makes all of his previous ugly, nasty, hateful crap seem down right virtuous.

Some one's daughter died. I don't know the how or why, but that doesn't really matter. A young woman died way before her time.

What did Charles R. Treuter do in this time of unspeakable sadness? He took it as an opportunity to piss on the parents of this young woman and make light and fun of the situation and revel in their pain.

What an absolutely deplorable thing to do.

There is really no one to accurately describe the disgust I have for Charles R. Treuter at this time. I hope when his lonely, death comes there is considerable pain and suffering and in those moments he will reflect back on what a vile and worthless human being he really was.

Sickening, absolutely sickening.

4 comments:

  1. I have read on other blogs how sick and twisted this asswipe is. I read that even his own mother disowned him and that a video of her doing so was made. Little wonder she denounced him and disinherited him.

    This putrid fuck has obviously been demonically controlled for most if not all of his sick existence. A rapist at a young age. A pervert who beat his own mother. A wife abuser. A hater. A phony.

    Bottom line: Charles "no balls" Treuter is not only balless and clueless but also as worthless as two-cents worth of runny dog shit. I for one, hope death comes to him slowly and painfully and causes an unimaginable amount of suffering.

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  2. Thanks to this blog Charlie "no balls" Treuter has not only been discredited but forced into exposing himself. It is more than obvious that this sick and sickening excuse for human existence is now reduced to posting his insanities and then "commenting" on them as if there is actually ANYONE who cares what he thinks or has to say.

    In his quickly waning months or years on Earth he has NOTHING going for him except his self loathing. Sad? Yes, but fully understandable.

    Chuckles is truly a walking dead man.

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  3. "I hope when his lonely, death comes there is considerable pain and suffering and in those moments he will reflect back on what a vile and worthless human being he really was."

    I wholeheartedly agree with your hope for him but I would add that he will have to reflect back on what a vile and worthless SUBHUMAN nullity he really was.

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  4. Charlie "no balls" theme and lament:

    The lyrics to his theme song in life by the Oasis Band:

    you know that feeling you get
    you feel your older than time
    you ain't exactly sure
    if you've been away a while

    do you the reciepts
    for the friends that you buy
    and ain't it bittersweet
    you're only just getting by

    but i hope you know
    that it wont let go
    it sticks around with you until the day you die
    and i hope you know
    that it's touch and go
    i hope the tears dont stain
    the world that waits outside
    where did it all go wrong?

    and until you've repaid
    the dreams you've bought for your lies
    you'll be cast away
    alone under stormy skies
    alone under stormy skies

    but i hope you know
    That it won't let go
    it sticks around with you until the day you die
    and i hope you know
    that it's touch and go
    i hope the tears dont stain
    the world that waits outside
    where did it all go wrong?

    but i hope you know
    that it won't let go
    it sticks around with you untill the day you die

    and I hope you know
    that it's touch and go
    i hope the tears dont stain
    the world that waits outside

    but i hope you know
    that it won't let go
    it sticks around with you untill the day you die

    and I hope you know
    that it's touch and go
    i hope the tears dont stain
    the world that waits outside

    where did it all go wrong?

    The Robert Burns poem which perfectly describes Chucklehead's existence thus far:


    Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear

    Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!

    A man of strife ye've born me:
    For sair contention I maun bear;
    They hate, revile, and scorn me.

    I ne'er could lend on bill or band,
    That five per cent. might blest me;
    And borrowing, on the tither hand,
    The deil a ane wad trust me.

    Yet I, a coin-denied wight,
    By Fortune quite discarded;
    Ye see how I am, day and night,
    By lad and lass blackguarded!

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