Katie Vyktoriah has made some waves among the leftist media, claiming a stereotypical “Bubba” accosted her son in Walmart. As a result, every simpleton activist on the planet has rallied around her “traumatic experience.”
Out of nowhere a big booming voice rang out. “THAT’S a BOY?!” The man was overly large with a bushy beard and a camouflage shirt with the arms cut off. He had tattered shorts and lace up work boots with no laces. I could smell the fug of cigarette smoke surrounding him, and there was a definite pong of beer on him.
“Yes,” I said simply, still smiling.
With no notice, the man stepped forward, grabbed the headband off of Dexter’s head and threw it to the bottom of our shopping cart. He then cuffed Dexter around the side of his head (not hard, but that is not the point) and said with a big laugh, “You’ll thank me later, little man!”
At the same time as I stepped forward, Dexter grabbed his head where the man had smacked him and threw his other hand forward, stomping his foot and shouting, “NO!” I got between my son and this man and said very firmly, “If you touch my son again, I will cut your damn hands off.”
The guy snarled at me, looked at Dexter with disgust and said, “Your son is a fucking faggot.” He then started sauntering out, but not before he threw over his shoulder, “He’ll get shot for it one day.”
It’s horrible, community fiction-writing workshop dialogue, and in no way believable to anyone with even a slightly discerning ear.
It therefore comes as no shock that Katie seems to be a B.S. artist.
Katie, a blogger with kids who apparently suffers from Munchausen-by-drama, has had a crazy life. Sounding like the first 30 minutes of any “Final Destination” film combined with a Lifetime movie, she claims her existence has been peppered with near death experiences – by trainwreck, plane crash, almost being in NYC during 9/11 – and also claims to be a victim of a kidnapping.
Curiously, Katie seems to have no interest in getting any security video Walmart may have, and is running away from getting the cops involved. It looks like a woman with a history of storytelling might have finally told a whopper too big to get away from.
It will be interesting if Walmart decides to come out with the store security tapes on their own to salvage their reputation.
My expectation? I’m guessing that Katie never even went to Walmart at all.