Listing his profession on his Facebook page as “Politician”, Looman announced:
(Sorry for the all caps. That’s how he writes.)
He may want to work on that. People generally don’t care for being shouted at.
He may want to work on his people skills as well. During a Facebook conversation with him today, this Republican senatorial candidate thought he might just hurt my feelings by making fun of the fact that I have had Parkinson’s disease for nearly 13 years.
I really don’t understand the people who think they are hurting me by making fun of the fact that I have a disease I didn’t ask for, one that’s a little worse every day and will ultimately lead to my death before my time. I guess they think it’s funny.
God knows, I do. Nobody laughs at me more than… me.
Well, with the possible exception of my wife. But she takes great care of me, so I assume that means she sees some value in keeping me alive.
Not really sure why he calls me “fly boy.” Nor am I sure what kind of “damage control” I’m supposed to be doing, But still…
If the name William Robert Looman sounds familiar… it should.
He’s the guy who promised he would never, ever, NEVER hire anyone for his company until Obama was gone. Until he did.
You might also remember future Senator Looman as the tin-plated dictator who took over a Waco, Georgia subdivision and now uses it as his own military training grounds for the North Georgia militia he heads up.
Yeah. Quite the character.
Over the next few days, we’ll take a closer look at the would-be Senator. His birtherism. His cowardice (he cut and ran the only time in his life he ever faced a loaded gun). We have a request in with the VA to find out if he actually ever WAS a Marine. If he was, he should hang his head in shame because the Marines I knew as a hospital corpsman with the Second Medical Battalion from 1975 to 1977 were, by and large, honorable people.
But he certainly does seem to fit in with the current model of Republican they’re sporting these days. Gun on his hip. Calling people with neurological disorders “cripples.”
Yeah. That’s what we want in Washington. More of that.