The mighty theomorphic shadowcat...

A central theme in a couple of our hero's last postings was his insistence that he has followers. Much like a general in the Salvation Army, shadowcat commands a ragged bunch of old men [Apostles?} who think the epitome of strip club culture revolves around the cheap hand-jobs available at a certain South Carolina club he shills for. What an ego he must possess to think that strip clubbing is important in any facet of it's existence. Much less the clanging brass balls he must carry in those infamous crusty silk shorts to believe his words carry divine weight. Yet there is a small contingent here that can't seem to wait for the decree to come down from on high proclaiming that yes shadowcat is the one true expert on all things strip club related. Anger shadowcat and you will see first hand that he is a vengeful god. Disagree with his proclamations and he will campaign for the TUSCL sheep to add you to their ignore lists. Even worse in the eyes of our rascally little deity is a female who won't automatically kiss his ass. These harlots are swiftly dealt with through a mass emailing campaign manned by shadowcat and his “followers.” The harassment continues until she leaves TUSCL or heretics like myself call him on his tactics. Now I'm sure shadowcat will try to spin this post to his own benefit. Rally his soldiers [Bums?] and prepare for the rapture. [ATF intervention?] After all a little persecution comes with the territory.