Today, Wednesday, January, 15th, 2025, we say goodbye to a beloved pillar of our community.
A leader, a hero, a brother, a father, a source of inspiration, and among all else, a friend. I’m talking of course about ol_judge, also known as Archohno, chino_xxxl, scruffizzer, frank_pepex, sargent_doomx, or simply put, Frank.
Frank was a man of many mysteries, yet within drunken ramblings, playful banter, and insightful anecdotes, the facts of his life slowly emerged, painting a grand picture of a man consumed by passion, empathy, and love and compassion for his fellow man. As a retired accountant and financial consultant, Frank spent his days perusing local beaches, consuming hash drink, admiring Dave Portnoy, and supporting local border patrol initiatives amongst other things.
Yet what led to Frank’s demise? On the surface, the story presents itself with confidence, the details and implications laid out clearly for all to observe. Yet it appears that the book was already written, the facts, already constructed, and the sentence, already decided.
Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better, and the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most that has made it possible for evil to triumph.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
R.I.P FRANK 1926-2025
A leader, a hero, a brother, a father, a source of inspiration, and among all else, a friend. I’m talking of course about ol_judge, also known as Archohno, chino_xxxl, scruffizzer, frank_pepex, sargent_doomx, or simply put, Frank.
Frank was a man of many mysteries, yet within drunken ramblings, playful banter, and insightful anecdotes, the facts of his life slowly emerged, painting a grand picture of a man consumed by passion, empathy, and love and compassion for his fellow man. As a retired accountant and financial consultant, Frank spent his days perusing local beaches, consuming hash drink, admiring Dave Portnoy, and supporting local border patrol initiatives amongst other things.
Yet what led to Frank’s demise? On the surface, the story presents itself with confidence, the details and implications laid out clearly for all to observe. Yet it appears that the book was already written, the facts, already constructed, and the sentence, already decided.
Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better, and the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most that has made it possible for evil to triumph.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
R.I.P FRANK 1926-2025
