John Hemphill charged
Last year, we talked a bit about John Hemphill, the man in West Allis, Wisconsin who has been pretending to be a former Marine lieutenant and that he lost his leg rescuing a child in Afghanistan.
It has taken almost a year, but the locals have charged him with violating Wisconsin’s Stolen Valor law, according to Fox6;
He’s accused of receiving military discounts and a life insurance policy from the American Legion while falsely claiming to be a retired veteran. This case all started with a FOX6 investigation.
47-year-old John Hemphill’s wife came to the FOX6 Investigators when she discovered this whole thing was a lie. The West Allis man faces three counts of false statement regarding military service. He’s the second to be charged under Wisconsin’s two-year-old “stolen valor law,” and he could be the first to be convicted.
“People have died for this country, they have served. He hasn’t done anything,” Sheila Hemphill said.
Hemphill’s sister and his mother both ratted him out to the wife who then reported the man to police;
Hemphill’s mother told investigators he never served in the military, and said he lost his leg while working at a restaurant, the complaint says. This, despite the fact that he allegedly told a neighbor “he was a retired Marine, and that he lost his leg trying to save a child from a bomb explosion in Iraq or Afghanistan.” The neighbor reported Hemphill had a military veteran license plate on his vehicle.
His application for membership in the American Legion will also serve as evidence against him when he goes to court later this month.
Category: Phony soldiers, Valor Vultures
Looks like there is proper justice in the world, after all.
So many slimers, all trying to scam the public. Only a few get caught, like the very often arrested Kyle Christopher Barwan. Too damned lazy to do the real work of making their own way through life, they choose to suck at the teat of sympathetic citizens.
The Wheels of Justice grind inexorably on.
And now everyone in the community knows just how big a liar John Hemphill is.
From that photo, I would say VERY big.
Did they check to see if he ate a Marine Lieutenant?
Marine Lt’s are skinny. He’d need a bakers dozen.
He looks like a highly experienced Jelly Doughnut Assassin. I hereby make a motion for John Hemphill to receive The Official TAH Wall of Insults®™.
Second. A comment about those man-boobs might also be appropriate.
OK Guys, LMFAO.
We have a request and a Second, do we have an “Aye” vote?
Aye, Fire for Effect!
And with that, the TAH Robert’s Rules have been met. Alrighty everybody, stand back, MAKE A HOLE…a BIG one because Ole’ John “MOOB MASTER” Hemphill’s whuppin’ is COMING THROUGH….. Wall of Insults®™ (aka, “This Ain’t Hell” Thesaurus) FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!! TACTICAL NUCLEAR ROUND OUT!!!! DANGER CLOSE!!!! MOPP LEVEL 4!!! TAKE COVER!!!!! John “Looks more like he ATE Shirley” Hemphill, is a far retarded loser Stolen Valor Thief, Faker, ALLEGEDLY, but not confirmed or proven, but in some people’s opinion, works balls, tickles taint and tongue punches hobo’s crusty fart boxes all, I Guess, while being a syphilitic, turd-sucking feces factory, Bitch-ass Fuckstick guzzler, pile infested, onion-eyed flapmouthed butt-bailiff, “Fowl” mouthed Chicken Fucking Chickenfucker, moral equivalent of pond scum, THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS A WALKING TURD, inflamed, “Towel boy” in a gay bath house, Ambulatory verbal dissembling anus, gaping ass fungus nugget, Cambodian cunt sauce, Poopy Headed ball working asshole, Soup Sandwich, Poster-child for abortion, Swallowing Spooge Sampler, Klootviool, should be ass raped and tea-bagged, at the same time, by a Rabid Rhinoceros, shit tonguing, munching wanktoaster, cock gobbling Pigfucker, lientery steatorrhea, sperm burping, tit, Sharmouta, sniveling, codpiece licking toilet seat sniffer, lying bucket of Chihuahua shit, taintpimple, Pillow bitin pickle smoocher, Bowl of ass soup, Festering fuckwart on a sewer rat’s ass, needle dick bug fucker, Drongo, Satan even said about you, “Boy is this guy a DICK!, Sparklepony, Toilet weasel, worthless, Vice Admiral of the Narrow Seas, Blows winos behind bus stops for a nickel and gives change, jejeongsin-iya?, whore-hopping, stench-ridden, shiftless, monkey-buggerer, More worthless than rubber lips on a woodpecker or tits on a boar hog, moldy bowl of ratshit, would wear Richard Simmons’ used jockstrap as a facemask, useless bag of monkey fuck, dickbutt, rectum circling colon goblin, Asshole casserole, Vafanculo, People like you are the reason God doesn’t talk to us anymore, gonorrheatic urethral cliff diver, smeerlap, fud, rancid floor buffer wax spreader, both of your Grandmothers should have had an abortion, just in case, I’ve seen bigger wieners on a cocktail plate!, Mayor Grundle of Scrotumburg and Anusville, waste of oxygen, Grandstanding cunt, prickwrinkler, anal… Read more »
Whoa, the fallout after hitting something that big was spectacular! I think chunks of blubber went MILES.
Maybe you’re thinking of this.
Damn!
“Fortunately no humans were hit by large pieces, but everyone was covered with small bits of dead whale.”
Ug.
Gotta have the fake dog tags prominently displayed – the usual distinguishing mark of a phony…
Right?! 11 years of carrying the same pair all over the damn world, I couldn’t even tell you where mine are.
Certainly wouldn’t wear them in public.
Mine rest in a spot on my dresser as a momento. Wearing them in public? No.
Ditto. I got mine and my old man’s on a chain in my sock drawer. I pull them out on Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day, the USMC Birthday, and his birthday to look at them. Other than that? Nope
I have mine on my keychain. I thought it was a good idea to do that because they have my blood type and religion on them. Might come in handy.
Not a bad idea, I’ve seen others do that.
I don’t wear the original since it has my social on it from the days when that was your service number, but I do wear a red one I had made that says I am allergic to penicillin.
Do yours have your social on them or a service number? Mine have my social, so they’re in the safe. Don’t remember when they switched to putting your SSN on them. What do they use now, EDIPI number?
CWORet, it was sometime in 1967 to late 1969 when dog tags had both SSN & Service Number on them. Around springtime of 1969 is when they dropped the Service Number and left the SSN on the tag.
I hated wearing mine when I was active and kept them with my deuce gear so I wouldn’t forget them when we went to the field. 1st Sgt would pull his out before the morning PT daily 7 and those that didn’t have them had to start pushing. It seemed I was always included in this group. This was routine until some clown back in Quantico decided that that constituted hazing…
I got smart to that and just had a chain on. Pulled the chain up just enough to see it and never had to push.
Once again we need to ask: How does this happen? How is someone allowed to get away with this w/o the VA checking first?
Someone at the VA needs to be investigated for dereliction of duty.
Good grief, this assclown looks like he wears a size 48EEEEE bra. He’ll be a hit in gen pop, if he goes to prison.
On another news site there is a closeup of his phony dog tags. By his blood type, its listed as “O – POS”. In this case, I think the “POS” stands for “Piece Of Shit”.
Bet his future Ex-wife Sheila has the tattoo image of his dog tags on her right arm removed most riki-tik.
I wonder how many Veterans Day meals this Phat Phuc conned his way into.
I wonder how many buffet restaurants he has eaten out of existence?
API, I read somewheres that he only ate at I-HOP. 😉
No ones asking the glaring question though. How the FUCK do you lose a leg working at a restaurant?
And when it happened, did gravy pour out?
Perhaps diabetes-related. Small cut on the lower extremity, then gangrene setting in.
BREAKING NEWS:
Truth regarding how John Hemphill actually lost his leg has been revealed.
A witness stated that he was there several years ago when he saw “a huge figure of a man weighing at least 550 pounds walk out of the local McDonalds clutching four or five large bags of Big Mac sandwiches and a tray full of over-sized milk shakes … then suddenly the weight of his girth just exploded his leg … funny thing is, there was no blood … it was light brown and smelled like gravy”.
I heard he tried to make it as a psychic and was referred to as a “Four Chin Teller”.
He’s so fat he had people running behind him yelling “TAXI!” the las time he wore a yellow raincoat!
Just another victim of “White Privilege”.
Shitbag.
Ex Ph 2,
In a civilian hospital will test your blood for type regardless of what it says on your dog tags, wrist band or wallet card
In a dire emergency where there is no time for testing we will give you type O blood
There is no way for us to know if the tags are correct or if you are wearing someone else tags
Hey!Hey Hey! – in best Fat Albert voice