Armando. The meth-caked wife-beater.

Once upon a time, an interesting letter circulated, among some in the lefty tubosphere, about said meth-caked wife-beating. Written by the wife. Around the time Armando decided to transfer the allegiance of his Clenis, from his then-wife, to dKos' McJoan.

Armando, in those days, liked to ram vast quantities of meth up all available nostrils, and then inscribe 367 posts per second to dKos. Most of these posts consisted of him illiterately screaming. But he was, to site management, Useful. For he strapped on his pee-pee gun, and went after all the site's strongest women, sweeping them off the board: Marisacat, hrh, Miss Devore. Etc.

As the 2008 primaries approached, Armando bellowed everywhere that he was supporting Chris Dodd, the banksters' best friend. He was immediately slavishly followed in this endorsement by Turkana—the man who has never had an original thought, and who is now known as Laurence Lewis, and whose mouth has permanently encircled Armando's cock for nearly a decade.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Armando was banned from dKos when he conceived a CT—which he rashly took public, and there on dKos itself—that various different-one FPers were Plotting To Do Him Wrong. He shortly thereafter got in Trouble with the Law people (he's a lawyer), because it developed that he had been posting 367 comments per second to dKos at the same time he was billing law clients Big Dollars for allegedly performing Really Important law work.

His ass kicked off the site, Armando gravitated over to the Clinton II dead-ender last-throes site Talk Left—sealing a deal with site-owner Jeralyn, in which he promised there not to foam at the mouth—where he was quickly joined by Turkana/Lewis, who had flounced off dKos in a screaming huff when the site sided towards Obama. Turk next setting up shop on the dead-ender Clinton II true-believer site Left Coaster.

There at Talk Left, Turkana/Lewis, and Armando, and the third member of their menage, andgarden, would stay up nights, there in their dead threads, slagging all things dKos, and fellating mightily Clinton II, their new White Wonder.

When Obama was elected president, Turkana/Lewis waited I think maybe two weeks, after Obama was sworn in, before he sidled back onto the site to begin savagely stabbing every knife available into Obama's back—the Bad Black Man who had Stolen The Nomination from the White Woman. Turkana/Lewis played absolutely all of his cards right, and was rewarded ultimately with elevation to the front page—his life's goal for on to a decade. Once upon a time I occupied a back-channel site where Turk used to demand that people go in and HR those he Didn't Like. He there freely expressed his Great Lust to be a dKos FPer. When, one year, Meteor Blades publicly suggested smintheus, rather than Turkana, for the FP, Turkana nearly had to be restrained from plunging a knife into his throat. Not to mention the throats of smintheus, and MB.

Armando's ass arose out of the ashes when the site switched to dKos4. This is because, after peeder walked off the place in disgust—peeder the guy who had designed the scoop version of dKos—Markos has never been able to hire any IT-anyone who knows the law from a leachfield. In the switchover to dKos 4, all the many banned, were inadvertently born again alive. One of them was Armando. He had cut, it developed, a deal with Markos, wherein he would agree to no longer, this time, as previously, foam at the mouth and projectile vomit and lead legions of HR soldiers around the site (the very first HR-packs on dKos were Armando's.) Turk was already there, snuggled up on the FP. Armando re-emerged. And slow-pokey andgarden arrived shortly thereafter. And the sadsack dead-thread menage, was together again.

For reasons passeth my particular understanding, Armando needed to have an explosion in the diary referenced above. Who knows. Maybe some kick-ass meth came in. It's an explosion pretty much meek and mild, compared to his historic efforts. But proof positive that, in this presidential cycle, as in the last, he, and his organ-grinder-monkey Turkana/Lewis, are all in, for the screaming-meemie Clinton II.

This just for those who might be interested in history . . . .