AKA Tony Ryals has been rumored to be everything from a transexual imposter, to a serial pervert and worse, to a member of NAMBLA (North American Man Boy Love Association), to a convicted felon, to a roll Confidential Informant (the USG never met a felon they didn't love if he was a roll), and far worse. These many malicious and vicious rumors are unfortunate even if proven not precisely or completely true. That is no different than his stories.
He/She slanders with the rough and unhewn skills of a second rate tabloid journalist, without regard to who he/she harms, and certainly without resort to facts. He/She should be working with The New York Times. He/She isn't worthy of a good glass of piss, but no one ever gets to tell him/her to his/her face, because, surprise, surprise, he/she is never seen.
I know many would love to have very rough conversation (look up this in a dictionary) with him/her over about a week, or a month, but it would be a waste of time in any event. Besides, it would be too much fun, very undisciplined.
Someday in the future, his/her veil will be ripped away, and the enemy predators can feed on his/her liver. That would be more fun than a barrel of monkeys to watch. The clock ticks every moment on this dirt bag's very existence.
There will be no universality to this outcome. No one will mourn his loss. John Donne will be damned.
Years ago, I developed a little Buddhist displacement concept called "My Short List". Being a rather high risk bet for an untimely death, I took the names of the small number of people I have found to be without redeeming human virtue, to be used in the last few weeks of my time, with the plan to send some scouts on ahead to check out the terrain. Of the nine men and one woman on that list, only two survive. I can't claim credit for this, since God has beaten me to them. It is the nature of the physical risks faced by all really negative borderline sociopaths (the 1% that are so broken they can't be fixed) that their own bodies tend to turn on them very hard.
Enjoy your perversions while you can. The clock is ticking on your worthless existence. You have chosen the worst enemy of all, God. You can't win. Where you are headed, they don't read wills.
Ms. Tony, With hugs and kisses from all your admirers and detractors, ESAD.
Everyone re-post this link as many places as you can. It is the key to good search engine positioning/standing and we certainly want to get to the empty bottom of this barrel of waste that represents Ryals' life.