Watching the constant infighting, slap-fests, and very public tiffs amongst the Hoaxtead mob is one of the more entertaining aspects of running this blog. Lately, the death of professional anti-Semite, nuisance phone caller, and alleged “common law lawyer” Patrick Cullinane has highlighted the end of the bromance between Cullinane and his former bestie and official fart sniffer, John Paterson (look, John, we spelled your name right!).
Paterson was a fixed part of the Official Cullinane Entourage. Time was when you couldn’t watch a Cullinane video without catching glimpses of Paterson in the background, trying to look tough behind his wraparound sunglasses while filming the proceedings with his cheap camera.
They bonded over the little things: their shared bullgoose-loony anti-Semitism, their mutual love of pretending to know anything at all about the law, their politics, which landed them somewhere to the right of Atilla the Hun. They became inseparable, even with the use of a crowbar.
And then, somehow, it all went so very, very wrong.
It was the slumber party, you see: Paterson had invited Cullinane to his “pad” (we kid you not, he actually said that) for a sleepover, and next thing you know, Cullinane was reporting Paterson to the Sussex police for operating a cannabis farm in said “pad”.
Talk about throwing cold water on a relationship!
As you can imagine, Paterson was gutted, and things were never really the same between them again. Cullinane took to referring to Paterson as “that psycho”, and after Cullinane’s recent popping of clogs, Paterson said of his former mentor, bestie, and bosom pal, “He’s a fucking nut job, where is he now? I’m still here….”
Tasteful, John. Very tasteful.
And then there was the death threat on YouTube. In response to a remark about Cullinane, Paterson says, “He’s dead and you’ll be next you fat paedophile C*NT….”
As “Butlin Dawg” (best name EVER, btw) points out, this could be construed as Paterson taking responsibility for Cullinane’s death, in addition to issuing death threats against Sam Best.
McKenzies Devils sum it up nicely:
Of course we know Paterson didn’t really kill Cullinane: when Neelu carried on the Cullinane Nuisance-Call Tradition and harassed the Coroner’s Office about Cullinane’s death, they did inform her that he’d died of natural causes, bearing out what Cullinane’s own sister had told both Neelu and Tracey Morris last week.
So…perhaps just a bit of wishful thinking on Paterson’s part, then?
Or just his usual thick-headed fuckwittery, which he tries to pass off as a tough-guy image? Speaking of which, John, how’s that nose doing?