"I WANT TO PERSONALLY COME TO YOUR HOUSE, THROW PIPING HOT ROCKS AT YOUR FACE, POUR ICE COLD WATER ON YOU, TAKE ALL YOUR CLEAN LAUNDRY AND BURN IT, BLAST YOUR AC AND DEMOLISH ALL YOUR BLANKETS, PUT LAXATIVES IN YOUR FOOD, AND JOYFULLY TORCH YOUR POWER LINES." These are just some of my hopes and aspirations that come to my mind, or whats left of it at least, when I visualize ever coming in contact with the management of LIPA. I take great pleasure in introducing you all to Michael D. Hervey, CEO and terrorist of LIPA.
You look like vermin.
Now, this lame brained douche lord above, rolling around in dollar bills while we have all reached new levels of insanity, is the equivalence of crap. Lie after lie, he tells his shitty PR people to post lame brained Facebook statuses to shut us all up. SHOVE IT. You're all full of shit, lazy and fat. In the beginning of this catastrophe known as Sandy, the folk of Long Island and I were like "OK yea it will take a few days, its OK, people in other places got it worse than us, and at least were alive BLAH BLAH BLAH". NO. Now, on day 12, you seriously need to be arrested Mr. Hervey. I highly suggest resigning, and moving to a far far away place and never return. As a matter of fact, you should disappear.
If you ever come in contact with this post, Mr. Hervey, I would really be delighted if you take time to get a feel for the past of 12 days.
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I've been homeless, hypothermic, frigid and insane.
I give you one more day. Do something, Mr. Hervey.
P.S: If you ever need to use the bathroom in Great Neck, come to my home, I have an array of frigid toilet seat cover for you to enjoy.
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