Here is a link to the screed by admittedly pre-senile dementia afflicted writer Thomas Elias.
As true scholars thirsting for TLB knowledge you will see lots of obvious errors that 3 minutes with google would show you. Or a 12 year old editor.
So The Col wrote to Thomas.
Not sure Shea bought Clem clothes.
It was "Healter Skelter" on the refrigerator not a wall. The misspelling is actually extremely important since it helped convict her.
And for godsakes man spell her name right-Krenwinkel.
For all that outrage a Google search would've taken you five minutes.
I mean I was just being helpful. Sure I was curt but I was doing his fucking job was I not? His reply was a stunner!
Sorry, but I saw it on a wall. And was there. Apologies if there was a misspelling. Can you tell me where you saw the column?
It took me several emails to conclude he seems to think he was in the LaBianca house. Maybe he was. But he is so determined to stick with his bullshit I doubt his name is Elias. So I wrote.
I assume you are joking. Transcripts confirm fridge. And a photo from Bug's novel shows fridge.
And it's not if there was a misspelling there was a misspelling. As an assumed journalist one would think you would appreciate the errors pointed out.
Noted Blogger/site Cielodrive.com tweeted the article.
You would think he would stop there. He's been struck down twice with pesky facts. But no.
I already apologized for any misspelling, which might be just a simple transposition of letters. But I will go with my memory on the scrawls on the wall. Wonder where that website got my column, as I have not yet seen it in any of my client newspapers...
A simple transposition of letters? You mean ranting about someone and not spelling her fucking name right? And you will note he apologized by saying IF he misspelled. Like he might not have. "I will go with my memory" was just incredible to me...you cannot help stupid I guess.
I wrote back-
Great reporting. You stick to your memory. Very Trumpian.
It said "Death to Pigs" on the wall.
It said "Healter Skelter" on fridge.
If you are going to get paid to write something about this vile killer who will never be released being riddled with errors is bad enough. Doubling down is shameful.
Yet, when someone confronts this amazing asshat with actual facts he STILL responds with the "neener neener I was there so what are you?" response.
I was there, and I wrote about it at the time. Were you?
As a logical scholar, seeking the truth (not trying to establish Manson Brand Martial Arts Schools ala Tom O'Neill) you can seem my jaw hit the ground. Surely this asshat will hit Google and see that he is mistaken. Or maybe he is ill. I reply-
So then shall we attribute your errors to early onset dementia?
You can attribute the typos to being that. The other is no error.
So I send him a picture of the fucking fridge. And silence. Because that is how asshats roll.
Of course a second read of his bizarre rant revealed even more errors...Death to Pigs in Gibby's blood? Ummm no.....
I looked at this guy's profile pic (posted above) and saw the liver erosion in his face and the sad reliance on lies and I realized who I was reminded of-