Taitzted Love*

Pity poor Charles Edward Lincolnheimerschmidt, III. Abandoned in his hour of need by Our Lady of Novocain, he has done what so many of us have done when Cupid whacks us upside the head with an over-loaded diaper.

That’s right, he has poured out his heart to the United States District Court, Southern District of Florida - Palm Beach (via a rather complex chain of links that would eventually land you here):

For the past five months I worked closely with Dr. Orly Taitz, Esquire, and in fact formed a close-bond and intimate personal relationship of trust and special confidence with her; this relationship did not end well.

Because I’m a vanilla sort of bloke afflicted with a 70% cacao imagination, “close-bond and intimate personal relationship” made me throw up in my mouth, jest a leetle. Let’s just say I really hope, for her patients’ sake, that Doctor Lawyer Tatiz’s staff scrub down the dentist chairs every morning.

Really, there’s more angst in Lincoln’s affidavit than a Smith’s mix tape and only a total cad would hold up this man’s suffering for your amusement.

Oh all right, just a bit more:

Dr. Taitz called me by telephone informed me she could never ever see me, speak with me or work with me again, that her husband had said terrible things to her.

[Take it away, Morrissey!]

*Alternate title: Soft CEL. Working title: Taitz for tat.

Posted by Hunger Tallest Palin on 11/16/09 at 09:04 PM • Permalink

Ah, you just can’t resist her, can you? Really, if you’re going to cite Morrissey, this might be a better fit.

Remember, the “founder” of the 2nd Kenyan birth certificate, convicted forger Lucas Smith, overheard Charles refer to Orly as “hotter, hornier, wetter, tighter, more than a nympho than I’ve ever met in fact.”

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