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Mr. Tomlinson has just threatened Leslie Varney, a female publisher whom he has been attacking on Twitter from behind a block for more than a year, to be sued into poverty with a lawsuit that will presumably be funded by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.
- Mr. Tomlinson's 2021 lawsuit was funded in secret by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, a 501(c)(3) charity, to the tune of $100,000 without the knowledge or consent of their donors or members. They also agreed to pay any sanctions in case he lost (which he did).
- All parties involved signed NDAs so that the general public would never know.
- To this day, SFWA has never acknowledged its funding of the lawsuit, and actively instructs the few people in the know to ignore all inquiries into it.
- Is the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America funding Mr. Tomlinson's lawsuit against the Milwaukee Police? If they are, the general public probably wouldn't know due to their history of funding expensive lawsuits in secret.
- You can use IRS form 3949-A to report SFWA's activity if you reasonably believe that it is illegal for a 501(c)(3) charity to secretly fund frivolous nuisance lawsuits for one of its members.
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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 (himself) to a troll.
- Mr. Tomlinson has never shown this video footage during any of his 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.
He calls the Twitter staff peons.
This this the Karen-level shit that makes him hateable.
This this the Karen-level shit that makes him hateable.
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Twitter is the last place 1.7 can cry victim without anyone asking for evidence or context.
If I had any artistic talent I would make a comic book about Fatso akin to a fever dream version of Don Quixote. It would be Fat crusading through his daily life, vanquishing imaginary enemies, shooing hot women away from him because he has a beautiful wife, enlightening people with his superior intellect and generally saving the day. Only all of it would be in his head to varying degrees, and everyone he interacts with is having a drastically different experience than Fatso.
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Hello sir, my name is Jenna and I'll be your waiter. Can I get you started with something to drink and maybe an appetizer?
I'm flattered but I'm happily married, child.
Hey bro, would you mind picking up your hat and moving your laptop and mouse? You're crowding the bar and I don't have a lot of room to eat.
Prison, atalker. You're going to prison. Time runs low.
Make sure to report that; he's had at least one ban for insulting language, and I'm sure Twitter would like to know how much he hates them.
imagine how he treats the valet at a hotel
I have to remind myself that he's 40+ year old man sperging over a Twitter account. I don't even know how to use Twitter. I don't even remember if I have an account.
Destiny guides our fortunes more favorably than we could have expected. Look there, Niko Paunchy, my second, better wife, and see those few dozen or so wild stalkers, with whom I intend to do battle and kill each and all of them, so with twitter likes we can begin to enrich ourselves. This is noble, righteous warfare, for it is wonderfully useful to God to have such an evil race wiped from the face of the earth."
"What stalkers?" Asked Niko Paunchy.
"The ones you can see over there," answered his fat husband, "with the felonious text messages, some of which have very nearly murdered us"
"Now look, your grace," said Niko, "what you see over there aren't terrorists, but hilarious brothermen, and what seems to be felonies are just observations of your bitch tits that go around in the wind and drive the millstone of your faggotiness.
"Im sorry you are so stupid," replied Tor Quewheeler "I can't help you."
Pat at the Pearl Harbour memorial. Approached by elderly Japanese tourist man who appears lost and needs directions.
“Uhhh herro fat American. I cannot find my famiry”
Yes, elderly child. Come into my bosom.
“No no no you misunderstand. I have zero famiry now but I came with 4”
I know, zipperhead child. You were about to fly a Zero into one of the ships that sailed in the mud behind my house, honey. And you didn’t. You failed. Prison awaits.
*rain starts. Runs down elderly man’s face*
Oh, you’re crying, child? I am here for you until they haul you off to prison.
*attempts to give elderly man a Robert Paulsen hug*
“Uhhhh….I must go….”
No need to apologize, child. The damage is done. Your skin is the colour of shit. But you can still make amends.
*white man glances over*
YEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW stop calling this man a gook, racist child! He is a JAP!
*white man is too far away to hear him, walks off*
Ha! Child. You idiot children will never defeat me.