Alright. Sorry for the triple post. I finally have some time to have a seat and delve into the fucked up echo-chamber that is Anthony (Burch) Moore.
People in this thread already know who I am, and that's fine. About 4 years ago, me and my spouse let this guy into our home as a roommate due to his previous landlord giving him the boot. (We later found out that, like most of his life; that statement was absolute bullshit.) Over the first year things were going okay, well; more like the first few months. Me and my spouse were still rocky after being separated for a good part of a year due to jobs and shit, so we'd occasionally argue like couples do and that triggered the fuck out of Anthony, from growing up in a shitty mullato household.
Friendship quickly deteriorated. Bills were catching up, my spouse's car got repo'd, it was a shitty time. And Amwulf wasn't making it any better. The only position of employment he held in the 5 years of us knowing the guy was a 2 month stint at an Eddie Bauer in the San Fran mall. And even then he wouldn't make the commute if the shift was less than 4 hours and just call off. It was so bad, he got fired from a -seasonal- position. His diet quickly dissolved into nothing but fast food runs, binging on shitty food.
The guy is a true and legit sociopath. Even though something was clearly wrong with the guy, he'd never open up or talk about anything at all. Only time I ever saw him give any emotion was when he up and randomly started bawling while driving his car.
Fast forward from that point to the good part (insert lather, rinse, repeat of weed, fast food and stagnation for three years. And cosigning for a car)
My spouse's physical and emotional health was deteriorating fast, almost as caustic as Anthony had been from the start. After an argument, spouse had broken into tears, admitted to me that Anthony was doing some pretty fucked up shit to him while I was at work. (long ass hours, midnight to noon, you get the idea) I got livid and took my spouse down to get proper psyche work and blood work done. We had him in the bag, smokin' gun and everything. Brought it up to our landlord what happened, said we wanted to call the cops and press charges. Landlord stated the first to call the cops is the first to get evicted, most likely due to the litany of contraband in their house. And we couldn't afford to move, we had to stay in the bay area for work and this was the only place we could find that was afforable. So we bit our tongue, Anthony moved out back to North Dakota where he started dating that Tanny trans thing. Back when his AD twitter was @PMWUFFY , he'd constantly bitch about how he was getting asexually cucked. She didn't want sex, but Anthony will fuck anything that moves. That didn't work out so he moved again, to his parents. That didn't work so he moved, -again-, to I think the colorado area. for a fourth fucking time in less than a year he moved back to the old house we used to room with him. And finally after not being able to pay rent, he got his ass booted to his parents house.
The guy is on Anita level lockdown. His twitter, Facebook, and comments on FagAffinity are locked. I've been getting constant updates about how this guy is mulling over weather to chew on a knife, gun, or bottle of pills. The reason he's so pissed off at Valmir (the horse he drew in the hate art) is because he was the first one to issue a major chargeback to his commision scam bullshittery. Over the years Val accumulated over 500 bucks in owed art from this guy, and he had no intention of finishing them. Furries have this live journal called "Artists Beware," where it allows commissioners to call artists on their bullshit. And even if the problem gets resolved, it stays there forever. He's pissed at Valmir because he got the ball rolling on the refund train, and now Anthony can't and doesn't want to keep up with it anymore.
Link to his Artist Beware page -
http://artists-beware.livejournal.com/794623.html
And now he's being doxxed on lulznet -https://lulz.net/furi/res/3234908.html
