It's amusing, in a way, to look at the single remaining anti-Indian Point blogger, Sherwood ( Porkie Pinto Penstinger) Martinelli, and see a wrinkled, aging, chain-smoking, alcoholic beverage-indulging, cannabis-aware habitual meddler-with-his-own-mental-state, a man hiding behind double and triple pseudonyms & aliases, a man definitely on the way down, a man now sporting a new cast on a broken arm gotten accosting people on the street, a man supported entirely by his overly patient (idiot) working wife, (whose last name he uses), a man ejected from the John Hall volunteer corps, a man who has alienated the local progressive democratic party, a man abandoned even by his French oddball gay UFO buddy from Connecticut, a man who had his own cat euthanized for peeing on the rug, a man apparently doing a life term incarcerated inside 351 Dyckman Street, a man who has had his gall bladder removed because of too much merlot, but a man unemployed for years, with so few resources to keep himself busy, that he has to pretend day after day, that an antinuclear movement exists, where none exists at all.
Alright, already Sherwood.... we know you're "special".
Now go get a job, huh?
Oh, yeah... as soon as the cast comes off, I guess.
Tags: Indian Point Penstinger Rugbiter nuclear communist anarchy eccentric alcoholic druggie
