He's probably done exactly what Lady Di did to her own brain with nonstop drinking.
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- Mr. Tomlinson's feud started after members of the now-defunct Reddit site r/opieandanthony got his Twitter account suspended, causing him to threaten some bored trolls who never heard of him with a libel lawsuit. The trolls responded predictably.
- Mr. Tomlinson has been instructed many times by friends, family, police, and attorneys to stop engaging with his trolls, and that continuing to provoke them will cause him to be trolled even more. Mr. Tomlinson wilfully ignores this advice.
- He would eventually file a defamation suit against 60 anonymous people which was dismissed with Mr. Tomlinson being ordered to pay $34,762.25 for opposing parties' attorney fees.
- He ended up paying $83,736.99 due to his unsuccessful attempts to dodge the court-ordered judgement, for which he faced jail time and contempt charges.
- He also filed 2 frivolous restraining orders against people who had engaged in First Amendment-protected behavior (one for texting him and another for attending his contempt of court hearing), both of which were dismissed.
- Early on in the lawsuit, Mr. Tomlinson vandalized his own motorcycle and submitted a false police report blaming the people he was suing.
- He accidentally sent surveillance video of the alleged vandal to a troll. The individual in the video is very obviously Patrick S. Tomlinson.
- Mr. Tomlinson has never submitted this video footage during any of his many media tours, and desperately tries to scrub it from the internet.
- Mr. Tomlinson claims that the surveillance video was initiated by his "motion-activated" camera, which only collects "30 seconds at a time", despite the video being 32 seconds long and beginning several seconds before the "vandal" enters into the frame.
- On 13 April 2023, the individual responsible for calling the fake emergences (SWATs) to Mr. Tomlinson's house, a SWAT-for-hire dealer named "Torswats", revealed that Mr. Tomlinson ordered the SWATs to his own house because he wanted to get in the news and sue the MPD for money.
- Torswats would repeat these allegations in private chats which were not intended for public view.
- Mr. Tomlinson has gone on multiple news tours since the SWATtings started in order to promote his victimhood brand, utilizing the services of Lenora Claire.
- He also recently sued the MPD for money.
Does Ant have a mental illness or some shit?
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It's because he's a self hating nigger
It is during the Antholini saga part two when he talks about the party after he has broken up with Jill. Anthony said that he spent so much money on that party, like $100K or something insane, that people thought it was a surprise engagement party or wedding. And that at some point everyone would be asked to gather around and Anthony and Jill would get married in front of everyone.
To prove your point, find any extended anti abortion rant from nana, it is sad to hear how afraid he is to say anything that is not fox approved
But if you ran into a black tranny and he/she needed $50, who is to say what is right or wrong?
Andy Espresso's obese, oafish brother tentatively stepped into the long-term care wing of the decrepit nursing home. He shuddered as a Haitian health aide passed by, pushing a cart full of adult diapers. Then he saw the tag on the door, "Room 104 - Espresso". Taking a deep breath, he entered the shitty, dated room. There was his brother Andy, in bed, blankly staring at a "Moesha" rerun playing on the ancient CRT TV. He looked absolutely terrible, pale, withered and pitiful.
"Andy, it's me, your big brother! You remember me, right?"
"BUNG ROT! NIGGER! HAHAHAHOLEEEEEEEEEEEESHIT!" Andy incoherently babbled. "NIGGER! NIGGER! HAHA HO HEE!"
"Andy, come on, I know you remember me." his brother said. "Remember the spaghetti? Mom's shoes? Underage girls?"
"HAHA HOLEEEEEESHIT! NIGGER! I...AM FUCKING...MY BROTHER'S GIRLFRIEND'S DAUGHTER!" Andy jabbered.
"I know you are, Andy, I know you are. Surely you remember your radio show, right? Jimmy? Opie?".
"OPIE? THAT CUNT CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT ME! BUNG ROT CUNT! THEY AREN'T PEOPLE!" Andy screamed.
Just then a dark-skinned aide stepped into the room. "Sir? I'm afraid you're upsetting Mr. Espresso. I'm afraid we're going to have to sedate him again, he's disturbing the other patients."
"I understand" his lumbering brother mumbled. He reached into his pocket and retrieved an egg-shaped object made of some sort of latex. "This is his, I'll just leave it here on the table. Maybe (sob) it'll help him remember" sobbed the oaf, as a single tear rolled down his blank, bovine face. "I brought you your egg, Andy. I'll (sniff) see you again soon."
Andy looked at the egg and his yellowed eyes grew wide. "IT OPENS UP AND YOU FUCK IT LIKE A VAGINA!" he excitedly lisped.
"I know you do Andy, I know you do. I have to go, I have a gig at the Knights Of Columbus hall tonight." the overweight slob muttered. It was the last time he saw Andy Espresso alive.
"Andy, it's me, your big brother! You remember me, right?"
"BUNG ROT! NIGGER! HAHAHAHOLEEEEEEEEEEEESHIT!" Andy incoherently babbled. "NIGGER! NIGGER! HAHA HO HEE!"
"Andy, come on, I know you remember me." his brother said. "Remember the spaghetti? Mom's shoes? Underage girls?"
"HAHA HOLEEEEEESHIT! NIGGER! I...AM FUCKING...MY BROTHER'S GIRLFRIEND'S DAUGHTER!" Andy jabbered.
"I know you are, Andy, I know you are. Surely you remember your radio show, right? Jimmy? Opie?".
"OPIE? THAT CUNT CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT ME! BUNG ROT CUNT! THEY AREN'T PEOPLE!" Andy screamed.
Just then a dark-skinned aide stepped into the room. "Sir? I'm afraid you're upsetting Mr. Espresso. I'm afraid we're going to have to sedate him again, he's disturbing the other patients."
"I understand" his lumbering brother mumbled. He reached into his pocket and retrieved an egg-shaped object made of some sort of latex. "This is his, I'll just leave it here on the table. Maybe (sob) it'll help him remember" sobbed the oaf, as a single tear rolled down his blank, bovine face. "I brought you your egg, Andy. I'll (sniff) see you again soon."
Andy looked at the egg and his yellowed eyes grew wide. "IT OPENS UP AND YOU FUCK IT LIKE A VAGINA!" he excitedly lisped.
"I know you do Andy, I know you do. I have to go, I have a gig at the Knights Of Columbus hall tonight." the overweight slob muttered. It was the last time he saw Andy Espresso alive.
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"It was like he wasn't even there. It was worse than mom, even" blubbered Andy's fat, stupid brother. "I hate seeing him like that. I don't think I can visit him anymore" he whined, burying his face in his fat-fingered hands.
"So? He's useless to you now anyway" cackled his hag-like girlfriend through a cloud of Marlboro Light smoke.
"You don't understand!" the fat retard cried. "We had a pact, and...". He felt his phone vibrate, a notification. Looking at the screen, his jaw dropped, and he sat there in cow-like amazement. "I...I...I don't believe this!".
"What? Who is it?" said the hag.
He showed her the screen. It was tweet after tweet, all a single word...n*****. "It's Andy! He's tweeting! He's still in there! He remembers!". The obese oaf leaped to his feet in excitement. "I'll never stop believing in you, Andy! Maybe now I can get him to revise the will! YES!". Just then the sweaty, meaty-breasted buffoon felt a sharp pain shooting down his left arm, and he clutched at his chest. Then he collapsed at the hag's feet, gasping for breath. "Just tell Andy that I...that I...", and at that moment, he died. The funeral services were private.
"So? He's useless to you now anyway" cackled his hag-like girlfriend through a cloud of Marlboro Light smoke.
"You don't understand!" the fat retard cried. "We had a pact, and...". He felt his phone vibrate, a notification. Looking at the screen, his jaw dropped, and he sat there in cow-like amazement. "I...I...I don't believe this!".
"What? Who is it?" said the hag.
He showed her the screen. It was tweet after tweet, all a single word...n*****. "It's Andy! He's tweeting! He's still in there! He remembers!". The obese oaf leaped to his feet in excitement. "I'll never stop believing in you, Andy! Maybe now I can get him to revise the will! YES!". Just then the sweaty, meaty-breasted buffoon felt a sharp pain shooting down his left arm, and he clutched at his chest. Then he collapsed at the hag's feet, gasping for breath. "Just tell Andy that I...that I...", and at that moment, he died. The funeral services were private.
Colin called him Tunisian
Overspent on a property he has no real use for and will end up taking a significant loss because nobody really else wants it either. That sounds like Nana alright.
Half the people on this site are addicted to that shit; how do you expect ant to get off it.
He must hang out in the Off Topic section.
Anthony and Norton and even Opie dedicated probably like 50 hours of the show since 9/11 to "debunking" conspiracy theories. Norton would rage at anyone who dared question a single shred of the official government narrative. Like all things Norton he likely ripped his response off from another comedian or newscaster and made it part of his character. I just imagine Norton mentally imagining himself creating these fantasy scenarios in his head, where he defends the government position on 9/11 and firefighters and cops recognize him as "doing his part" and approach him on the street like he is some hero. "Wow you really showed those conspiracy theorists who badmouthed the jews".
You know Norton had those delusions of grandeur with his whole celebrity photo obsession. Feeding into his hatred of people like Ventura who were actual demolition experts on the SEAL teams. And his rage at professional athletes and others who saw him as a creepy wormy weirdo. Probably giving him flashbacks to being picked last in gym class or whatever.
Anthony's politics were always dumb puppetry and parroting of the latest popular news fads and opinions. Whatever his favorite media outlet would talk about he would talk about. Stem cells? Abortion? Race and crime? Trayvon? 9/11? Anthony would find a program he liked and literally just spew the information back. Whenever he had to debate someone he would either shy away like a pissy-eyed-faggot or hang up on the person if they were a caller.
And one of the reasons why Anthony's political views were not funny is because he lifted them verbatim from Fox News or CNN or whoever he was watching at the time. So it was just spewing newscaster information with no jokes. Hence him literally being unable to make anything political funny.
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Didn't Ronnie B put it best? Anthony isn't a conservative, he just hates liberals.
He's boasted about loving abortions. He tried to have threesomes with his ex-wife, so he has no respect for monogamy or the sanctity of marriage. He preaches about "traditional family values" when he was raised by a bunch of degenerates and acts like a nigger. And ofc he's a closested homosexual who's fucked mentally ill men larping as women.
He's boasted about loving abortions. He tried to have threesomes with his ex-wife, so he has no respect for monogamy or the sanctity of marriage. He preaches about "traditional family values" when he was raised by a bunch of degenerates and acts like a nigger. And ofc he's a closested homosexual who's fucked mentally ill men larping as women.
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When asked to name something he genuinely enjoys and or feels passionate about, Nana struggled mightily before saying "technology", which actually meant "tweeting, gaming and reading retarded shit online". Nana isn't "conservative" at all. He has no morals, no principles, no genuine conservative values. Aside from tweeting and drinking, the one thing he seems to genuinely enjoy is bragging to other men about the ages of the "women" he allegedly fucks. He is completely soulless, amoral, a deviant alcoholic pervert who wallows in hate and anger.
This is the part I can never get over, how this creature from the black lagoon was so close to striking gold a second time in his career. To be a disgraced conservative entertainer at the exact moment where he could've capitalized on it the best and successfully strike out on his own. Not just that, but his firing was right at the time where the technology was really becoming available for listeners to regularly stream podcasts and at the precipice of the massive podcast boom, and he already had enough of the infrastructure in place as well as the available funds to get a network off the ground.
I remember right after the firing Ron said that Nana had the potential to be the one thing the right has never truly had: a host/entertainer who was conservative but also actually funny. The audience was there and he had all the pieces in place to not just maintain his existing one but expand it to incorporate this entire new right movement. It's been beaten into the ground repeatedly but if he just hires an actually competent person to run his network, invests in bringing in/retaining talent to grow the roster of shows (both conservative talk shows and non-lib comedy ones), and is receptive to feedback in a way that grows an online audience, he could have become the premier podcast network of the online right movement and done that until he was bored enough to fully retire. Instead he's on a dwindling broken network, surrounded by z-list talents and other wastes who missed their moment, hooting alone in an apartment that looks worse than the one I lived in after college.
To truly understand the history of Opie & Anthony, you need to recognize that at any moment when the hosts found themselves at an important crossroad, they made it a point to take the wrong path.
Nana is gutless and lazy. He is afraid of running off the few "real" celebrity pals he has, so he dials down his Andy Espresso rhetoric on his show, like the lazy, gutless fag he is. On Twitter he's a no holds barred firebrand, but on his own show he's a nervous, tittering, swishy little simp. All tough talk, no action.
Anthony hates blacks like Hitler hated the jews, but I doubt Hitler would have a jew on his show.
He puts nothing into that show of his, absolutely nothing. He doesn't prepare any material at all, he wears whatever he finds on his floor at home, and he just sits there, tittering and parroting his various F-list guests. Even a schlub like Gavin is a big get for Nana these days, as at least SOMEONE has heard of him. After eight years of it, he's still just a confused shock-radio second banana, unsure of what to do or how to act. He just radiates nervous fag energy.