Umbitch was a back stabber and a liar. If you've got the memory of a fruit fly, you could catch him in a lie. I mentioned we'd had a national out to the Poconos raceway, and he quickly mentioned how he'd raced there on the AMA circuit. A month later, he designed the entire sound system for the place. He claimed he'd shot a kid in the knee with a 9MM for ripping him off on a weed deal, and two days later, he'd shot the kid in the knee with a .357 Mag. He was Rosebitch's protected pet. I loved it the day that NorCalHal told him that his weed was mediocre at best. You could hear the tears dripping through the laptop screen.
On the last site I saw him on, he was bragging about putting the meat to a married gal. Yeah, right. We had welcomed him into our little fold until Medel spotted him stabbing us all in the back with the admins. Done, done, and done. I wouldn't urinate in his sphincter if he's intestines were in flames.