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Crazy Cindy Says Her Phone Was Bugged!
| Maybe it was all those long, hot days in Crawford, with the blazing sun baking her brain like an apple in an oven. Perhaps it was
the years of associating with weirdos, pot-heads, lesbians and America-haters, with no exposure to just "normal" people. It could have been
just the strain of having to concoct an increasingly bizzare series of mental constructs to justify her world-view as she spirals out, away
from reality.
Whatever the reason, Cindy's train appears to have come completely off the tracks. The whacky-meter is pegged at "full".
Now she thinks her phone was bugged in her Denver hotel room!
Most of America doesn't want to her ANYTHING she has to say, so why would anyone want to listen in on her phone calls?
As reported at OpEdNews.com (source),
Cindy returned to her hotel room to find the door ajar and a technician working on her phone. Her first (and ONLY) thought was that he was
planting a bug in her phone.
That's perfectly logical if you are a lunatic whose mind is permanently stuck in 1968.
"So I walked into my room and bigger than life, there was a man standing by my desk holding the room phone with a screwdriver in his hand!"
Not just a person, it was a man! Not just a man, a man who was "bigger than life"! And he was holding a SCREWDRIVER!
Seeing a male hotel employee, in her room, working on her phone with a screwdriver, led her to conclude that there was espionage afoot.
Let's assume that he was, in fact, a hotel employee, sent to Cindy's room to repair some trouble with the phone. In what way was he "bigger than
life"? Was he eight feet tall? Did he weigh 600 pounds? What tool should he have used to access the inner workings of the phone? A claw-hammer?
Perhaps a soup-spoon or a feather-duster?
Hey, laaaadddyyyy! He's a guy fixing a phone!
Her own account shows how her mind works.
"I immediately said; 'What the hell are you doing? Are you putting a bug on my phone?' He looked like he got caught with his hand in the
cookie jar and stammered out: 'N--no, we are having problems with the phone.' I told him to get out of my room because my phone was fine
and I called the front desk and the person at the front desk stammered something out about 'problems' with some of the phones."
According to Sheehan, damn near everybody in Denver stammers. Or maybe the speech impediment was just a reaction to the sheer force of
Cindy's powerful intellect and omniscient powers of observation and reasoning. Yeah, right. Sure.
He's on the job, fixing a phone. Some woman he has never met or even seen comes into the room and starting shouting that he's bugging her phone.
He explains that he is fixing the phone. She calls down to the front desk and the clerk confirms that there were problems with the phones and that
someone was sent to the room to make repairs.
Sounds pretty reasonable to me.
What would have happened in Cindy's world if it really WAS a legit repair effort? She'd return to her room to find the door closed and locked
and inside would be a female dwarf of some ethnic extraction, fixing the phone with a toilet-plunger?
Earth to Cindy! Earth to Cindy! Hello??!!
What if it really was espionage?
If that were the case, if it was done by the feds or local cops, the minute Cindy left her temporary Moonbat-cave, a technician would get a
passkey card from the hotel manager, take the elevator up to her room, stick one of these on
the underside of the room's desk, and leave. He'd only be in the room for less than 60 seconds. She never would have seen him.
So what counter-measures is Cindy using? Hmmmm? She keeps her phone in the REFRIDGERATOR!
In Cindy's world, she is a VIP. In Cindy's world, she has secret knowledge and plans that the "ruling class" are desperate to discover. In
Cindy's world, she's going to be a Congresswoman. In Cindy's world, the sky is green.
Is she nuts? You bet!
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