What is Pickels' job? As I noted then, it is to follow Jim Webb everywhere he goes and videotape him for George "Dragged his Sister Up the Stairs by Her Hair" Allen, Scott "Black Hands Racist Ad" Howell, and the rest of the Allen for President..er, Senate Fun Bunch.
Anyway, I just talked to Webb advisor/strategist/friend Dave "Mudcat" Saunders, and he wanted me to point out that the "Hunter" has now become the Hunted. Mudcat tells me that he's got no problem with trackers, but he DOES have a problem with people like Pickles pursuing Jim Webb into private situations (Mudcat mentioned something about "the shitter" - ha). In Mudcat's opinion, the behavior of Allen's spy "goes beyond the bounds of human decency" into the realm of "little girlish" and "amateurish." Hey Mudcat, tell us how you REALLY feel! Ha.
Well, one lesson here is that you better not mess with Mudcat Saunders, because after warning Hunter Pickles not to "mess with my man anymore" and getting nowhere, Mudcat finally called the cops. Soon enough, Hunter became the "Hunted," with the Roanoke police "chasing him all over town." Reportedly, the last time Hunter Pickles was seen was sitting on a park bench with his head hanging down and his girlfriend telling everyone what a good guy he really was.
Unfortunately, it now appears that Pickels is in a pickle of his own. In fact, I'd have to say that Pickle's over a barrel. Ha ha, get it? Pickels? Barrel? Alright, enough pickles and hunter jokes...this could go on all day.
One last question by Mudcat, and we'll leave the story of Hunter Pickels for now. "Why isn't George Allen tracking Harris Miller?" Good question...I RELISH the thought of getting an answer. Ouch!
But the thought of him sitting on a bench crying is hilarious.
Pickles: "Well sir, I previously did video work for a US Senator".
Mr.Big: "Really! What did you do?"
Pickles: "Well, I followed his opponent everywhere, including the restroom, and video'd him."
Mr. Big: "Fascinating, did you get any good vid? You know, spicy stuff, weird physical deformities, strange anatomy, girlfriends/boyfriends?"
Pickles: "Well, not really sir".
Mr.Big: "Huh, too bad...So who was your Boss?"
Pickles: "Senator George Allen sir!"
Mr.Big: "What the fuck! Get out of my office before I have Ramirez take your arms off you goofy little freak. And tell your boy Allen that I want that leather cowboy get-up back!
Pickles: "Uh, Uh, Uh, b-b-b-But.."
Mr. Big: Go! And tell him to make sure it's dry-cleaned!
Mr. Big: Ramirez!
Ramirez: Yes sir.
Mr. Big: Show Tonto here to the door.
Ramirez: Yes sir.