Author: James Collins
It’s hard to believe that it’s been a whole year. We have now passed the first anniversary of CLEAR UK publishing a statement publicly calling blogger and activist Sarah McCulloch a “genetically confused half-werewolf half-woman”, thus escalating what was still then a minor conflict into a yearlong struggle for the reputation of one Peter Reynolds.
What a year it has been at that. Peter isn’t showing signs of slowing down just yet, he continues his rampage of completely irrational behavior seemingly oblivious to the effect it is having on his public image.
Peter is threating some people with legal action, as you may have read or heard over a bong hit amongst friends. He is suing them for defamation, after this whole situation escalated following his clearly derogatory remarks. His hypocrisy is great fun at times, so I personally hope he doesn’t kick the grain alcohol and move on to more sensible behaviors. Not since Monty Python called it quits has there been such keenly satirical theater of the absurd – and Peter isn’t even joking.
It gets much better, though. Along with his threat of a lawsuit, Peter is now impersonating a journalist. Well, aside from mislabelling himself as a journalist in regular terms (you see his byline anywhere? Me either), he has gone as far as to stage a phony investigation of a drug law reform group under the false identity of James Clay.
You can look up James Clay Investigative Journalist; you should find it leads you to nothing. There quite simply is no James Clay in the journalism game, which is easy for anyone with a computer to determine. Since the majority of the activism today takes place using computers, and all the people Peter was looking to fool use computers on a daily basis, you would think that such a ham-handed attempt at deception would immediately fall into the “bad idea” bin. Not so for Peter. He isn’t about to let things like common sense and elementary reason get in the way of his…whatever it is he thinks he is doing.
So naturally, when the focus of his nefarious scheme, the above mentioned Ms. McCulloch, was made aware of his activities she immediately ascertained that there was something fraudulent afoot. How right she was. When contacting the drug reform group Re:Vision to inquire about their finances, Peter actually left them with his own phone number. This is the same phone number that was, until these events came to a head, posted on the CLEAR UK website as their central contact number.
Think about that. Peter Reynolds tried to impersonate a journalist to a bunch of net-savvy activists using his own fucking phone number! The same number that leads to the CLEAR UK site in a search engine!
Even a ten-year-old would have blocked the number, provided only a fake email contact, and at least cooked up a fake profile of some kind online. Peter only goes to the trouble of creating phony personas online when his penis is involved, and I guess his booze-addled mind failed to connect the dots; how the hell was he supposed to know somebody would have the time to go through every number in the phone book and identify him? It beggars belief to some of us, those with three digit IQ scores, that the man could be this incredibly dimwitted and still operate something as complicated as a personal computer or a phone.
This is another of the myriad personal flaws I find so deeply amusing. Not only are his cons low-rent, they are also pitifully dated and transparent. He is trying to impersonate a journalist in 2013 using a 1930’s level of sophistication. Assuming that you could hand out your listed phone number without somebody tracing it back to you and exposing the fact you aren’t J.D. Rockefeller as you claimed is either a special kind of drunken stupid, or maybe just plain lazy.
Maybe it wasn’t Peter who contacted Re:Vision in the first place. You would be justified to rush to this conclusion, it’s hard to swallow that anybody was this dazzlingly foolish. Peter Reynolds, somewhat luckily for all involved, sinks to the occasion once again and erases any ambiguity whatsoever. You may have already heard this little audio tidbit, but we are representing it to be absolutely sure – and because it’s fun. A little bird had occasion to call James Clay/Peter Reynolds/Willy Wonka, or whatever he was calling himself that particular hour, and inquire about the inquiries made by the alleged journalist.
After this rather amusing little episode Sarah McCulloch wrote a piece on the subject and published it on her blog. Not long after that Politics UK, the head of which has enjoyed his own engagements with Peter Reynolds, picked up the story and republished it. Peter then promptly sent them an email threatening to file papers against them. He’s quick on the draw with the litigious bluffs; he must spend a good third of his waking hours these days contemplating who to threaten next. Bear in mind also that this is not the first time Peter has issued such a vacant warning to the good folks at PUK. Nothing follows an empty threat like an even emptier threat.
It’s a dinner of tap water with ice cubes for dessert.
Peter issued some of his patented whimsy to Cannabis for Autism recently as well, so why wouldn’t he threaten somebody who didn’t skew wantonly sympathetic?
In case you have forgotten along the way, please remember that this happened because a “politician” contacted a student group posing as a reporter and gave them his own phone number, which is listed, under both himself and his “political party”. You can’t make this shit up.