There's a tough talkin gun totin fella outta the Wild West, Tim Bolen by name, who's a ridden in to Autismtown like a new sheriff and is here to tell ya, don't a be messin wif him and his posse cuz he's ornery as a stray cat that ain't a had nuffin ta eat in quite a spell.
Tim's been a takin out after the sarsaparilla-sippin rascals over at-a Safeminds and a hookin up with a bunch of nouveau tough guys who think we all a been a bunch of pansy-asses in never sayin that there therisomil, or however you say it back east, is a causin this here autism, and that other shot too. (Even though Safminds done cooked up that therismole idea in the first darn place!) He's a got a new artical that already kinda got out the barn door on them twitters and facialbooks, but now he's gonna run it for real, like, even though some desperado named Orac already done had a field day with it. Now the rest of us cowhands can gather round the campfire and hear the tale.
Who talks like this? "As you know, it was I, Tim Bolen, who made the arrangements for an
alliance between the North American Health Freedom Movement and the Autism world by, first, arranging for a west coast conference for AutismOne in conjunction with my friends at the Health Freedom Expo at Long Beach, California." And on and on. And on.
And why not? It's time for Tim and his posse to be a callin the shots around here and takin over the town. Autism One? Pansies too. They'll be a run right outta that hoity Chicgao, or a workin for a differen sheriff, namely thisun, befur the sun a come up 365 more times in the West (namely, Orange County, home of fantasyland). Come on a Autism One, you be seein it!
Just a few sunrises ago, sheriff Bolen done took out after this here humble internets place called age of autism, and said, Pardner, I'd a be a careful if I was you. You better a think on whos a gonna be a butterin your skillet cornbread after we get a done with this here sissy factory. Don't a be asking any questions Tim and his posse might not be a likin about that there artical they might be a runnin and kinda already done did. Don't be a calling the pansy ass big shots and so called press spokesmens in Washington to be a tryin to get ackshul facts, that ain't a none of your job. You and your little pansy ass friends might a pushing up digital daisies by a time we a be a done with a you.
Here be somefin called a e-mail -- don't need no stamps! -- that Tough Tim done sent to this here blog warnin' us of more trouble than a porcupine wrestlin with a cactus.
Got it, Pardner.