
Our ongoing history of Matthew Fatfuck Miller is at least seven years out of date. Please feel free to add details to the summary set out below. Thanks, thanks. Thanks.
Matthew Rosteet Miller Timeline
2010-2017
Matthew Rosteet Miller, aka Fatfuck, is a child-molesting piece of shit best known for requesting nude selfies from underaged girls. He also spent five years living in abject poverty in an Asian shit-hole, eating local cuisine cooked in sewage-contaminated oil and inventing fictitious girlfriends in a futile attempt to impress teenagers on an obscure online forum.
2010: Unemployed, no prospects, facing imminent eviction from his apartment. Moves back in with his mother to avoid living on the streets, claiming that she's undergoing chemotherapy (most probably another one Matt's incessant pleas for sympathy). Rages on various forums that he's being victimized by online stalkers; as always, no evidence offered to support his allegations.
2011: Still sponging off his mother; unable unwilling to find even temporary manual labor. Scams young teenagers out of their pocket money via his imaginary ghost-hunting project. Propositions underaged girls under the handle Ghostlog, requesting nude selfies. Learns that the IRS is coming after him to recover student loans and long overdue taxes.
2012: Federal prosecution looming on the horizon despite desperate attempts to avoid detection. Begins looking around for teaching positions outside the US, targeting countries with no extradition treaties. Initial attempts to secure work in Africa fail for unstated reasons, though there is reason to believe he didn't pass a background check. Turns attention to Asia, reasoning that his M.A. will earn him both respect and a higher salary.
2012-2015: Relocates to China, where he promptly succumbs to a serious respiratory illness. Spends three months in hospital, during which time he loses his job and virtually every cent he'd saved up for his Asian sojourn. Comes dangerously close to losing his visa and being arrested as an illegal alien. Eventually accepts part-time work in Kunming and undertakes various get-rich-quick schemes, such as his ill-fated fast-food business and crowd-sourced food blog.
During all of this, Matt made the following assertions on TC, MC and SC:
1. That he had begun a relationship with a Chinese co-worker, with whom he co-habitated and later got pregnant.
2. That he had secured investments from wealthy Chinese entrepreneurs for an international language school franchise.
3. That he was working in a high-ranking Kunming university, being paid the equivalent of $4000 USD per month in return for ten hours work per week.
4. That he and his fiance had formed a successful business partnership and had inspected the block of land where the first of their language schools would be built.
Despite all of this apparent prosperity, Matt seriously considered accepting a new posting in Vietnam, not knowing that he would be paid less than $100 per month for a full-time teaching schedule.
2015: Mary Miller passes on at the age of 71. Her obituary states that she had been residing in an assisted care facility, and it is unlikely that her son was in attendance at the time. For some unknown reason, Matt included the name of his fictitious fiance/business partner as one of her surviving relatives. There is no record of whether Matt attended her funeral.
2016: Tottering on the ragged edge of losing his job, Matt stays on in China, living a subterranean existence in a squalid, one-room apartment and posting messages from various internet cafes because he can't afford a laptop computer. None of these topics mention his Mother, though he hints that his financial circumstances will soon be changing for the better.
2016-2017: Probate finally comes through, and Matt returns to the United States, boasting on MC about his new-found affluence and claiming to have married his non-existent fiance. Several MC regulars run a few google searches, suspicious of Matt's reasons for leaving China. Syntax discovers that Mary Miller had died the previous October, but decides to respect Fatfuck's privacy, saying nothing on the subject.
When news of Mary's passing reaches the forum, Fatfuck rages that his privacy has been violated by a group of subhuman trolls - despite the fact that he had mocked and ridiculed bereaved individuals on many previous occasions. Syntax bears the brunt of Fatfuck's temper tantrum, with minor broadsides being fired at various other users who had done nothing more than offer Fatt their condolences.
November 2017: Fatfuck seems to have gotten over his loss (if, indeed, he'd ever experienced any to begin with), carping on about his lavish expenses which include his $1000 iPhone, his $6,000 rolex, and his $800,000 private island. In the midst of burning off the fortune his ancestor spent generations building up, Matt has apparently returned to his Mother's home - five years too late, by all accounts, but perfectly in keeping with his parasitic character.
(Edited 51 seconds later.)
Imagine taking the time out of your day to write all that shit. Get a life son
Imagine taking time out of your LIFE to stalk and follow some low life loser and then write a timeline summary on him. Miller is a goofball but this clown behind the keyboard is a total waste.
@previous (C)
> Imagine taking time out of your LIFE to stalk and follow some low life loser and then write a timeline summary on him. Miller is a goofball but this clown behind the keyboard is a total waste.
On the other hand the Net has value for entertainment. Humor has value. Schadenfreude can be a guilty pleasure. Fatfuck provides.
(Edited 30 seconds later.)
@previous (D)
It's just same style of, the same old shit. Same picture over and over again. At least clone a new picture or something. The luster is gone from this tired shtick. At least to me it is.
Need to include the Miller Guide scam, the food truck, polishednovels.com (attempt at being an editor), his Grave Diggers series, and the Fangs and Folklore youtube channel. Oh, and the Time magazine article. Some of this extends beyond 2017, but why stop there?