Kankakee covert narcissist and wannabe Elvis impersonator Robbie Hurlbutt was surprised to see his ex-girlfriend who had left him 17 years ago. Mimicking his communal narcissist brother Damien, he put his flip phone up as she passed by him at the grocery store and took a photo of her, in plain daylight. He never got over her having broken up with him, and him being the creepy narcissist who thinks he can do no wrong, he thought it was just dandy to take her photo and keep it in his collection of souvenirs of his exes.
It’s not a laser
It’s not a razor
It’s not a phaser
It’s not a taser
We don’t know what it is, but it’s coming soon to Wally Green’s.
“I want it! I want it!” — Kankakee sociopath and petty criminal Pat Splatt.
These morons keep spamming my business page and I keep on roasting them!
I never thought I would end up doing a Part 2 to one of my Morons of the Week. Here we are. As I have said many times on this site, it costs nothing to be nice. It’s not hard either!
This guy was so butthurt by having won his award — which he earned and deserved — he felt the need to retaliate via hate mail. I was nice enough to censor his name previously, however since he felt the need to send moronic fan mail, and make his covert narcissism even more overt, why not just print it as is?
Oh, and here is his crooked smile, yanked straight from the practice social media.
I am thinking of nominating him for Moron of the Month. If he keeps digging the hole of retaliation, projecting like he does, then maybe Moron of the Year. I might report him to the Health Department for verbally abusing me, as he is just going to keep on doing it to other patients.
To think, all he had to do was display a normal range of emotions, instead of — you know — verbally abusing a patient. Oh, and maybe apologize? And work on his own bedside manner? Oh heavens forbid we do that now! I would not wish having this guy as medical provider on my worst enemy and he is also a narcissist!
I had no problems with any other staff, nor patients, not that it would come as a surprise. Typical projection comes from typical narcissists. They’re all the same fragile replicants, as far as I am concerned, and pretty predictable once one figures out they are narcissistic.
Kankakee pyramid schemer Leona Krabalsky and Bourbonnais narcissist Damien Hurlbutt both arrive at Hell’s in-processing department at the same time. “Sign the register” says Hell’s in-processing clerk and former Medical Office Assistant, Lucy Furr, who was notorious for bullying her roommate on their college trip to Italy. Meanwhile, Doris and Damien try to take over.
Darth Vader wanted to find a new way to raise money to build another Death Star, so he started selling a multilevel marketing scheme.
This Moron of the Week is so cringey I don’t know where to begin. Imagine having a medical provider who acts like a fictional MoronicArts character, only not funny.
Take the case of nurse practitioner “Dorian Gray.” No that’s not his real name but it may as well be it. Dorian conned his way into the hearts and lives of the patients and staff at my former primary care office. He went out of his way to make me think he is compassionate and empathetic. Yesterday, something went wrong, very wrong. Dorian’s mask came off, as if he had stabbed his painting only to become a withered old man. The truth came out.
Dorian went very quickly from idealize to discard. I had called the office of Dorian Gray this past Thursday because I had been ill for five days with laryngitis. I was told by Dorian’s staff to wait by the phone, as if I had nothing better to do. Two hours and fifteen minutes passed with no call so I went out, figuring I did not need to be seen. I never got a call that day however Dorian’s office called me at 8:00 AM sharp the next day saying he wanted a telemedicine appointment. Fair enough.
Apparently my appointment should have been scheduled for 1:45, not 1:00 because that is the time Dorian finally signed on. I called Dorian’s opium den, I mean office, while I was waiting because I thought either Mr. Glitch had invaded his computer, or he was smokin’ something. Not having been given an explanation, when asked how I felt I told Dorian Gray, NP I could be better as I have better things to do when wait 45 minutes.
Instead of apologizing — heavens forbid — Dorian hung up. Thinking connection error — who wouldn’t — I called the office. Dorian answered and instead of apologizing like a person with empathy and compassion, he berated me, talking down to me like a butthurt fragile male breaking up with his girlfriend. Maybe he got his degree off a cereal box or while doing time. Maybe both? I could not care less.
For mentally abusing his patients and acting like a covert narcissist, I award this sad state of a nurse practitioner Moron of the Week.
Happy Singles Awareness Day from the crew at MoronicArts!
Why be alone, when you could be with Damien, president of the Bourbonnais Mens’ Rights Activists Club?
I am so tired of these Ace Ebb landlords. These petless wonders around here think it is okay to discriminate against us pet parents. It is illegal to discriminate against parents of human children — who make bigger messes than my five year old tortoiseshell cat — and should be illegal to discriminate against us pet parents. My cat just sleeps on a blanket all day.
Our rental market is so bleak for us poor folks, men create listings looking to give a break on the rent in return for “fun.” Last I knew these quid pro quo arrangements were illegal. Considering the bad things landlords around here get away with — both public and private ones — I am not surprised.
Also, thank the owners of the complexes charging $1000.00 – 2000.00 USD for so-called “luxury apartments” in a depressed area, during the middle of a freaking pandemic.
For taking advantage of people, I award the Utica area slumlords and rent-sharks Moron of the Week. You deserve it.
Have you always wanted a life-size Sybil Kibble Barbie doll? Neither did we. Be sure to call in now before they run out!