As 2010 approaches and this night is marked in time as one of celebration, it's time once again to share my love of music with my readers. Here's a long distance dedication to all those who wish to inflict their beliefs, their will, their points of view in my direction. To those, I unapologetically give you Five Finger Death Punch and their wonderful little diddy, Salvation.
Disgusted by your weakness
You have no right to live
To know you is to hate you
But your life's yours to give
You monkey see, you monkey do
You're always doing what they tell you to
You're such a puppet on string
You don't get it!
I won't bow to something that I've never seen
I can't believe in something that doesn't believe in me
I'm not blood of your blood, I'm no son of your god
I've no faith in your fate
Still I find salvation
You think you have the answers to every last detail
In your eyes, you're the victor
In mine you've only failed
You monkey see, you monkey do
You're always doing what they tell you to
You're such a puppet on string
You don't get it!
You monkey see, you monkey do
You're always doing what they tell you to
You're such a puppet on string
You don't get it!
I won't bow to something that I've never seen
I can't believe in something that doesn't believe in me
I'm not blood of your blood, I'm no son of your god
I've no faith in your fate
Still I find salvation
Still I find salvation
Still I find salvation
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sexual predator across your street? Look!
I wanted to share something with my readers, a wonderful tool I discovered thanks to a talk show. If you wish to do something, to make a difference in someone's lives, then I strongly suggest you check this information I am about to display.
I think all can agree with Krampus that one of the darkest, most disgusting kinds of evil that exists among us are sexual predators. Rapists, pedophiles, people preying on the weak, the innocent, those with little chance to fight back. At least not fighting back without training in where to hit one's opponent, going near the areas in groups, relying on one another. But I digress. This is about giving those of you a tool be more vigilant, to report to the authorities and to make others aware about these predators.
Family Watchdog is a site that maps registered sex offenders, listing their names, addresses, convictions and other vital information to better inform you of those around you. I myself have used this tool, and doing so, informed both an elementary school and even the regional school board about sexual predators involved with minors withing 1000 feet of their locations. Many of the organizations were using such sites and information before, but at least this Krampus did a good deed by bringing it to the attention of others. They appreciated my information and informing them of these trespassers.
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
Here's a fun idea. Type in the address of your home, school near your area, workplace, or let's make it fun, your local church! Go ahead. Click the colored squares to see the perpetrators closest to your area, who they are, what they look like and why they're there. Now that you have this information, what will you do with it? Will you tell your neighbors? Will you inform local areas ripe with children how close these predators are to them? Will you move? How will you act on this information? You can't un-see it once viewed. What you do with that information is up to you. Don't depend on someone else to have taken action or warned others if you're aware of the danger. Could you really live with yourselves believing that someone else warned people about these monsters, but no one ever had? And no, I'm NOT promoting vigilantism, I'm promoting civil awareness and actions within the law, not going to their houses and throwing a barbecue with their flesh or trimming the weed between their legs with garden shears. I admit, it would be fun. But NOT LEGAL. Here's to making 2010 a slightly better year with this knowledge.
I think all can agree with Krampus that one of the darkest, most disgusting kinds of evil that exists among us are sexual predators. Rapists, pedophiles, people preying on the weak, the innocent, those with little chance to fight back. At least not fighting back without training in where to hit one's opponent, going near the areas in groups, relying on one another. But I digress. This is about giving those of you a tool be more vigilant, to report to the authorities and to make others aware about these predators.
Family Watchdog is a site that maps registered sex offenders, listing their names, addresses, convictions and other vital information to better inform you of those around you. I myself have used this tool, and doing so, informed both an elementary school and even the regional school board about sexual predators involved with minors withing 1000 feet of their locations. Many of the organizations were using such sites and information before, but at least this Krampus did a good deed by bringing it to the attention of others. They appreciated my information and informing them of these trespassers.
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
http://www.familywatchdog.us/
Here's a fun idea. Type in the address of your home, school near your area, workplace, or let's make it fun, your local church! Go ahead. Click the colored squares to see the perpetrators closest to your area, who they are, what they look like and why they're there. Now that you have this information, what will you do with it? Will you tell your neighbors? Will you inform local areas ripe with children how close these predators are to them? Will you move? How will you act on this information? You can't un-see it once viewed. What you do with that information is up to you. Don't depend on someone else to have taken action or warned others if you're aware of the danger. Could you really live with yourselves believing that someone else warned people about these monsters, but no one ever had? And no, I'm NOT promoting vigilantism, I'm promoting civil awareness and actions within the law, not going to their houses and throwing a barbecue with their flesh or trimming the weed between their legs with garden shears. I admit, it would be fun. But NOT LEGAL. Here's to making 2010 a slightly better year with this knowledge.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Krampus Karol
Ahh, another year's holiday season is upon us, last minute sales, holiday movies and Saturday will swarm shopping centers for rampant returns and spending Christmas cash given by relatives and friends. Of course there's more to it than that, there's spending time with friends and family, hoping for togetherness, trying to put aside differences and for just a few days out of the year, coming together in a time of fellowship, love, hope and belief in miracles.
Nahh, fuck that. I've got catching up to do on the Naughty list.
Well, all in due time. A lot's happened this year, ups and downs for ol' Krampus. I've made some new friends, have the opportunity to perform weekly on a show, sometimes serious, sometimes batshit insane, but fun. Prospects look up for 2010. In this, Krampus is blessed. 'Twould not be right if I didn't take the time to thank those that enjoy what I do, and give a nod to those not on the receiving end of my wrath. For those, I wish you Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Kwanzaa, Merry Solstice and Yule, and just for the hell of it, a distinguished Ramadan. And as The Potentate of ROACH said, a Merry Krampus Nights to all creatures, great, small and fictitious.
Good. Now that I've gotten the sugar out of my system, time to...fuck! Not out yet!
Out of me, damned mercy!
There we go. What? I couldn't find a video of one being thrown into a wood chipper. Now where was I? Ahh yes. Now, some of you have been awaiting this blog after following it for some time. I always prefer to site targets in my crosshairs around this time of year, it helps to purge the frustrations and anger one feels around the holidays in order to grant a sense of balance to it. Many feel this time of year has become too commercialized, putting on airs to people that deserve no gifts, people being rewarded for being assholes simply because it's become socially accepted. Well, this is wrong. Krampus predates such pathetic blanketing of those that deserve to be reminded why virtue is good, and getting away with acting like spoiled, desensitized shits with no consequences to their actions being apparent. If Paris Hilton had her ass birched along with many spoiled children from Laguna Beach of the Jersey shore long ago, they more than likely wouldn't be doing the stupid acts they are today. Bad behavior has a reason for being frowned upon in the balance of things.
It's when things go topsy turvy with people claiming to be heroes acting like villains, and people calling themselves villains supposedly acting as watchdogs while being little more than gossip mongering assholes and hecklers that someone needs to filter out the insanity. Good guys acting like bad guys, bad guys supposedly being the good ones? I mean, I get the intention. Without even realizing it, they're borrowing from Krampus. Calling out the wicked, refusing to spare the vocal rod, it's an adorable testament. Misguided at times, but I appreciate the compliment. Of course, ultimately I don't believe they're all doing it right. In attempting to rally their strength and numbers, some gather under banners and groups. Nothing wrong with this at all. Some gather as a group to do as a united voice what one cannot accomplish singly. Others gather in groups because it's easier to muster scraps of courage by going along with the crowd. Yet others gather in groups because of something they share, something that singles them out and makes them different from the rest of the crowd. This force unites them, forging friendships and camaraderie. Brotherhoods can be good or bad depending on how they are used and how their ultimate goals are achieved.
One of the most....hmm, how can I describe this one...spirited? No. Spiteful? MMmmm, at times, but it's not the most accurate description. Ummm...stupid? Well, kinda. But it's still not the right word. Unique? No dammit, there's plenty like them out there. Fucked? No, too simplistic. Misguided? Getting there. Craptacular? No, that's too positive. Interesting? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA fuck no! Scroogish? Getting there, but not appropriate. Confrontational? I think we're almost there. Shiggerish? Yeah, but I don't want to waste good material. Controversial? Hmm, they have been. Fuck, this is harder than I thought! I should have laid off the egg nog spiked with Kramsinthe. I knew I should have written this out before today, then posted it. I need to give this topic the respect it deserves.
Oh wait, *snort* I am. It's all good.
One group I discovered this year and have had numerous heated verbal exchanges with for several months is ROACH, you can look up the link to the site yourselves. Many an exchange has gone on between myself, associates with the site, not even full members, but those that hover there like so many flies around the eyes of an Ethiopian in the USA for Africa promos. I suppose the insect analogy is correct enough given the group's name. But one of the most vocal sparring partners I've had from ROACH has to have been The White Skull. Oh, we've had some heated exchanges! Terrorism, racism, graphics mastery, vocal mimicry, perceived patterns, fears of actions going too far, the blogs were slices of venom and perceptions. The man was the most vocal advocate to the organization and initial cause ROACH claims it stands for next to The Potentate, creator of the organization. Aww hell, I'll say it. There were times he was more vocal and active than its originator. He had to remind people that he didn't control ROACH due to the fact that he was so active in its promotion. Given the venom spewed not only in my own direction but against friends that I am fiercely territorial in defending, I am hesitant to give the man praise. But if it weren't for his appearance on Creature Feature, I would never have been introduced to Executrix, a true friend that I consider myself fortunate to have in my life. It also springboarded me into a media that I am pleased to participate in week after week. For this, I thank you.
Last month, our last meeting of the wills came head to head, and due to reasons that are profoundly personal and involve another, he decided that he was finished with the venom, then being wound up like a gatling cannon ready to fire off against others. He no longer wished to follow the rhetoric of ROACH, wanting nothing to do with its promotion or path it was on. He decided to find another path to stay true to the heart of his convictions, while simultaneously attempting to find peace within himself. In this, I wish the man success on his journey. Merry Christmas, you bleach-domed skullfucker.
Oh wait...do you hear that? I hear someone talking shit! It sounds like an air of superiority falsely justified. Is someone yelling things like 'I KNEW it' or 'he let it slip', or even 'this was the big news? How predictable.' or some shit that sounds more like Shig-Latin to me. Hey dipshits! *snap snap* Over here! Are you still reading? Can you see this? Oi! My point isn't over! I haven't made it yet! This is only a part of my tapestry, I found it fitting to wait until Christmas to unveil it.
This isn't about The White Skull. This is about The Potentate and ROACH. Therefore, it concerns everyone associated with them. Keep reading.
While I owe the man nothing, The White Skull had a parting request. He wished that I would not be the one to break the news to the community about his final parting, but that The Potentate be the one that he has removed himself and resigned his membership from ROACH. I told him I could grant a modicum of leniency in this. He made many contacts with ROACH, he had promoted it well. Surely The Potentate could grant the last request from his most vocal lieutenant.
So, I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. I did not swear an oath I would not be the first to reveal this, but I have only so much magnanimosity to give considering the past I've had with WS and ROACH. Krampus Nights was approaching, I'll be damned if I was going to omit a group that caught my eye and a place on the Naughty list. This request was asked the second week of November. It was nearly a month when I tried to nudge The Potentate with a hint. I even wrote to WS, telling him that if he truly wishes his request to be carried out, perhaps he should ask The Potentate again. Today marks a month and a half. A month and a half has gone by, and the only response I received? A Merry Krampus post. Thank you for promoting me, I've certainly done my share of endorsement, or stirring up controversy on your page. But when asked to remove The White Skull from the membership profile on your site and to announce the news to his fellow RLSV, what was the response?
Nothing.
For all the months of helping promote the site, what was the parting gift? Silence. No alteration to his site's roster. I understand he has a newborn to look after as well as other responsibilities, but I also happen to know for a fact that another member in the last month and a half requested to resign their place in the roster and member profiles. And to this member? Nothing. Two people requesting to sever their ties from his organization, and no action taken. No apparent respect, no thanks for all the member did for the site's promotion, no honoring final requests. Nothing. No camaraderie, no timely editing of a few lines of code. No announcement from an ally, instead ignoring the prodding and subtle suggestion of an opponent. The Potentate would rather let me release the cat from the bag than give even the slightest hint of fulfilling a final statement. Two members that want NOTHING more to do with the site by association, still lingering on like faded posters of missing persons. Posted, left standing, ignored. Oh, if you want the identity of the other individual of whom I speak, I suggest you ask your fellow members of ROACH currently listed on the profile roster for yourselves. Think of it as a gift hunt. But I assure you, I speak the truth.
You see, this eludes to the ultimate point of my post. To those of you that pledge yourselves to The Potentate's group, one listed on his resume' online I might add, look at the nature of it. Certainly it pleases him to have others buy his t-shirts, to be active on his forums, to stand under his banner. Well, perhaps more like a canopy. With his participation becoming less and less, relying more on the energies spent by other members to maintain a modicum of momentum, one would simply chalk his inactivity up to prior engagements in the real world. I know I would. But with the silence spent in regards to the request of The White Skull to speak on his behalf, instead giving a nod to a holiday with my name upon it, this paints a more subtly disturbing mental picture. The Potentate will speak in his defense if mistakes are made, his participation retreating as of late. But in the name of those who frequent his own site, help make it all that it is in your participation? 'Twould appear that much like Kanye West's assessment about George W. Bush's thoughts on black people, it seems in my opinion that The Potentate of ROACH doesn't care about its own members.
Which begs the question: where are your allegiances? Where are your loyalties? Do you all come together for a common target, nothing more? Are there no friendships, no camaraderie between like minded people brought together out of mutual interest and location online? Are there any members you've corresponded with time and again that would stand by you in your actions? Not to join in as a mob mentality, but someone to have your back as it were, and you theirs? Put the facades aside, where do any of you stand in regards to your fellow associates that frequent the site, full fledged member or no? Are you all coming together for more than a shouting contest? Are you fulfilled, or cleansed once you vent your perceptions? Is there anything more than hatred and calling out someone just because you pick them as targets? Do you honestly expect anything of depth to come from The Potentate when you participate on his site, or on your own blogs and activities?
I for one think these are valid questions. Just as Dickens' works called to Scrooge for retrospection, allow this to let you search within yourselves, and between yourselves. What is the point to the site if there's no cohesion, no sign that if you do well to promote it, that any attention will be paid to you, not even a thank you for your work? Is there any reason to keep coming back? If you truly get something out of it, if you find a truth and purpose, if you truly are attempting to call out the villains in heroes' costumes, then keep to your focus. But if all you're doing is to come together at a central location that doesn't give a damn about you except for self promotion, then do you mind coming to the cyber equivalent of a storefront? A pizza parlor with a cd jukebox, a shopping center, a mini-mall? It seems more like a place to loiter, a locale that uses the traffic as advertisement space without running you off if you've overstayed your welcome. Apathy has its place when you are faced with an opponent. You wish to inflict your will upon another, trying not to feel the pain you inflict. As long as you feel nothing, you can do what you wish to your target. But when someone supposedly on your own side shows you that same apathy, where do you stand? Are you organized? Are you united in cause? Or are you part of a mob, moving with momentum even possibly against your own desires? What do you do when it becomes evident that someone with whom your frequently speak doesn't care about you as long as it's not hurting his or her bottom line? When the realization hits, do you feel like you've been used? Do you feel indifferent to that same location and person running the store?
The Potentate would rather wish me a Merry Krampus, eluding to the possibility that I might even be joining ROACH because I speak about his site on occasion, instead of doing a final favor for someone that has done so much for the site's cause, yet now wants nothing more to do with it. No spin, no addressing the absence. No calling to celebrate or commemorate that person's contributions. Nothing. For the promotion to all that is Krampus, I extend my thanks. But as for why this final request was not answered, you'll have to ask The Potentate as to why. I was patient long enough to someone I owe no allegiance to. And I seemed to have more complimentary words to say in parting to my debate opponent than the person he was speaking for on his behalf?
For those of you now becoming aware of this news, perhaps you now see a power vacuum on the forum and wish to fill it. Perhaps you'll use the forum to further your own agenda rather than the banner of the group. If you can answer the question to yourselves if it's even worth the bother anymore, here is the most unlikely thing I would ever conceive to utter this year. The White Skull was opinionated, bull-headed, yet artistic and whether by pain or purpose, driven. If you want to try filling his boots, you may bring your own skills to the table, you may be a master of the English language, you may be able to edit videos and photos, you may be able to write code like a master programmer. But you're NOT The White Skull. And you NEVER WILL BE.
Is it all worth it? The memberships, I mean. Time will tell. Until then, I will retire for now, surely to be summoned back by the bellowing of responses to this post. As much as it is worth, I have kept to my statement, giving The Potentate time to respond until Christmas Eve. It is now past that here, and I will away to pursue others on the Naughty list, watching Santa's back as he flies over military installations, survivalist militia compounds and gang territory. Until then, may your holidays be as happy as you deserve them to be, If you want a holiday miracle so badly, try getting off your asses and meeting it halfway this Christmas. Keep yourselves safe. And know whether or not your cause, and the banner under which you rally, are worth fighting for.
Krampus
Nahh, fuck that. I've got catching up to do on the Naughty list.
Well, all in due time. A lot's happened this year, ups and downs for ol' Krampus. I've made some new friends, have the opportunity to perform weekly on a show, sometimes serious, sometimes batshit insane, but fun. Prospects look up for 2010. In this, Krampus is blessed. 'Twould not be right if I didn't take the time to thank those that enjoy what I do, and give a nod to those not on the receiving end of my wrath. For those, I wish you Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Kwanzaa, Merry Solstice and Yule, and just for the hell of it, a distinguished Ramadan. And as The Potentate of ROACH said, a Merry Krampus Nights to all creatures, great, small and fictitious.
Good. Now that I've gotten the sugar out of my system, time to...fuck! Not out yet!
Out of me, damned mercy!
There we go. What? I couldn't find a video of one being thrown into a wood chipper. Now where was I? Ahh yes. Now, some of you have been awaiting this blog after following it for some time. I always prefer to site targets in my crosshairs around this time of year, it helps to purge the frustrations and anger one feels around the holidays in order to grant a sense of balance to it. Many feel this time of year has become too commercialized, putting on airs to people that deserve no gifts, people being rewarded for being assholes simply because it's become socially accepted. Well, this is wrong. Krampus predates such pathetic blanketing of those that deserve to be reminded why virtue is good, and getting away with acting like spoiled, desensitized shits with no consequences to their actions being apparent. If Paris Hilton had her ass birched along with many spoiled children from Laguna Beach of the Jersey shore long ago, they more than likely wouldn't be doing the stupid acts they are today. Bad behavior has a reason for being frowned upon in the balance of things.
It's when things go topsy turvy with people claiming to be heroes acting like villains, and people calling themselves villains supposedly acting as watchdogs while being little more than gossip mongering assholes and hecklers that someone needs to filter out the insanity. Good guys acting like bad guys, bad guys supposedly being the good ones? I mean, I get the intention. Without even realizing it, they're borrowing from Krampus. Calling out the wicked, refusing to spare the vocal rod, it's an adorable testament. Misguided at times, but I appreciate the compliment. Of course, ultimately I don't believe they're all doing it right. In attempting to rally their strength and numbers, some gather under banners and groups. Nothing wrong with this at all. Some gather as a group to do as a united voice what one cannot accomplish singly. Others gather in groups because it's easier to muster scraps of courage by going along with the crowd. Yet others gather in groups because of something they share, something that singles them out and makes them different from the rest of the crowd. This force unites them, forging friendships and camaraderie. Brotherhoods can be good or bad depending on how they are used and how their ultimate goals are achieved.
One of the most....hmm, how can I describe this one...spirited? No. Spiteful? MMmmm, at times, but it's not the most accurate description. Ummm...stupid? Well, kinda. But it's still not the right word. Unique? No dammit, there's plenty like them out there. Fucked? No, too simplistic. Misguided? Getting there. Craptacular? No, that's too positive. Interesting? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA fuck no! Scroogish? Getting there, but not appropriate. Confrontational? I think we're almost there. Shiggerish? Yeah, but I don't want to waste good material. Controversial? Hmm, they have been. Fuck, this is harder than I thought! I should have laid off the egg nog spiked with Kramsinthe. I knew I should have written this out before today, then posted it. I need to give this topic the respect it deserves.
Oh wait, *snort* I am. It's all good.
One group I discovered this year and have had numerous heated verbal exchanges with for several months is ROACH, you can look up the link to the site yourselves. Many an exchange has gone on between myself, associates with the site, not even full members, but those that hover there like so many flies around the eyes of an Ethiopian in the USA for Africa promos. I suppose the insect analogy is correct enough given the group's name. But one of the most vocal sparring partners I've had from ROACH has to have been The White Skull. Oh, we've had some heated exchanges! Terrorism, racism, graphics mastery, vocal mimicry, perceived patterns, fears of actions going too far, the blogs were slices of venom and perceptions. The man was the most vocal advocate to the organization and initial cause ROACH claims it stands for next to The Potentate, creator of the organization. Aww hell, I'll say it. There were times he was more vocal and active than its originator. He had to remind people that he didn't control ROACH due to the fact that he was so active in its promotion. Given the venom spewed not only in my own direction but against friends that I am fiercely territorial in defending, I am hesitant to give the man praise. But if it weren't for his appearance on Creature Feature, I would never have been introduced to Executrix, a true friend that I consider myself fortunate to have in my life. It also springboarded me into a media that I am pleased to participate in week after week. For this, I thank you.
Last month, our last meeting of the wills came head to head, and due to reasons that are profoundly personal and involve another, he decided that he was finished with the venom, then being wound up like a gatling cannon ready to fire off against others. He no longer wished to follow the rhetoric of ROACH, wanting nothing to do with its promotion or path it was on. He decided to find another path to stay true to the heart of his convictions, while simultaneously attempting to find peace within himself. In this, I wish the man success on his journey. Merry Christmas, you bleach-domed skullfucker.
Oh wait...do you hear that? I hear someone talking shit! It sounds like an air of superiority falsely justified. Is someone yelling things like 'I KNEW it' or 'he let it slip', or even 'this was the big news? How predictable.' or some shit that sounds more like Shig-Latin to me. Hey dipshits! *snap snap* Over here! Are you still reading? Can you see this? Oi! My point isn't over! I haven't made it yet! This is only a part of my tapestry, I found it fitting to wait until Christmas to unveil it.
This isn't about The White Skull. This is about The Potentate and ROACH. Therefore, it concerns everyone associated with them. Keep reading.
While I owe the man nothing, The White Skull had a parting request. He wished that I would not be the one to break the news to the community about his final parting, but that The Potentate be the one that he has removed himself and resigned his membership from ROACH. I told him I could grant a modicum of leniency in this. He made many contacts with ROACH, he had promoted it well. Surely The Potentate could grant the last request from his most vocal lieutenant.
So, I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. I did not swear an oath I would not be the first to reveal this, but I have only so much magnanimosity to give considering the past I've had with WS and ROACH. Krampus Nights was approaching, I'll be damned if I was going to omit a group that caught my eye and a place on the Naughty list. This request was asked the second week of November. It was nearly a month when I tried to nudge The Potentate with a hint. I even wrote to WS, telling him that if he truly wishes his request to be carried out, perhaps he should ask The Potentate again. Today marks a month and a half. A month and a half has gone by, and the only response I received? A Merry Krampus post. Thank you for promoting me, I've certainly done my share of endorsement, or stirring up controversy on your page. But when asked to remove The White Skull from the membership profile on your site and to announce the news to his fellow RLSV, what was the response?
Nothing.
For all the months of helping promote the site, what was the parting gift? Silence. No alteration to his site's roster. I understand he has a newborn to look after as well as other responsibilities, but I also happen to know for a fact that another member in the last month and a half requested to resign their place in the roster and member profiles. And to this member? Nothing. Two people requesting to sever their ties from his organization, and no action taken. No apparent respect, no thanks for all the member did for the site's promotion, no honoring final requests. Nothing. No camaraderie, no timely editing of a few lines of code. No announcement from an ally, instead ignoring the prodding and subtle suggestion of an opponent. The Potentate would rather let me release the cat from the bag than give even the slightest hint of fulfilling a final statement. Two members that want NOTHING more to do with the site by association, still lingering on like faded posters of missing persons. Posted, left standing, ignored. Oh, if you want the identity of the other individual of whom I speak, I suggest you ask your fellow members of ROACH currently listed on the profile roster for yourselves. Think of it as a gift hunt. But I assure you, I speak the truth.
You see, this eludes to the ultimate point of my post. To those of you that pledge yourselves to The Potentate's group, one listed on his resume' online I might add, look at the nature of it. Certainly it pleases him to have others buy his t-shirts, to be active on his forums, to stand under his banner. Well, perhaps more like a canopy. With his participation becoming less and less, relying more on the energies spent by other members to maintain a modicum of momentum, one would simply chalk his inactivity up to prior engagements in the real world. I know I would. But with the silence spent in regards to the request of The White Skull to speak on his behalf, instead giving a nod to a holiday with my name upon it, this paints a more subtly disturbing mental picture. The Potentate will speak in his defense if mistakes are made, his participation retreating as of late. But in the name of those who frequent his own site, help make it all that it is in your participation? 'Twould appear that much like Kanye West's assessment about George W. Bush's thoughts on black people, it seems in my opinion that The Potentate of ROACH doesn't care about its own members.
Which begs the question: where are your allegiances? Where are your loyalties? Do you all come together for a common target, nothing more? Are there no friendships, no camaraderie between like minded people brought together out of mutual interest and location online? Are there any members you've corresponded with time and again that would stand by you in your actions? Not to join in as a mob mentality, but someone to have your back as it were, and you theirs? Put the facades aside, where do any of you stand in regards to your fellow associates that frequent the site, full fledged member or no? Are you all coming together for more than a shouting contest? Are you fulfilled, or cleansed once you vent your perceptions? Is there anything more than hatred and calling out someone just because you pick them as targets? Do you honestly expect anything of depth to come from The Potentate when you participate on his site, or on your own blogs and activities?
I for one think these are valid questions. Just as Dickens' works called to Scrooge for retrospection, allow this to let you search within yourselves, and between yourselves. What is the point to the site if there's no cohesion, no sign that if you do well to promote it, that any attention will be paid to you, not even a thank you for your work? Is there any reason to keep coming back? If you truly get something out of it, if you find a truth and purpose, if you truly are attempting to call out the villains in heroes' costumes, then keep to your focus. But if all you're doing is to come together at a central location that doesn't give a damn about you except for self promotion, then do you mind coming to the cyber equivalent of a storefront? A pizza parlor with a cd jukebox, a shopping center, a mini-mall? It seems more like a place to loiter, a locale that uses the traffic as advertisement space without running you off if you've overstayed your welcome. Apathy has its place when you are faced with an opponent. You wish to inflict your will upon another, trying not to feel the pain you inflict. As long as you feel nothing, you can do what you wish to your target. But when someone supposedly on your own side shows you that same apathy, where do you stand? Are you organized? Are you united in cause? Or are you part of a mob, moving with momentum even possibly against your own desires? What do you do when it becomes evident that someone with whom your frequently speak doesn't care about you as long as it's not hurting his or her bottom line? When the realization hits, do you feel like you've been used? Do you feel indifferent to that same location and person running the store?
The Potentate would rather wish me a Merry Krampus, eluding to the possibility that I might even be joining ROACH because I speak about his site on occasion, instead of doing a final favor for someone that has done so much for the site's cause, yet now wants nothing more to do with it. No spin, no addressing the absence. No calling to celebrate or commemorate that person's contributions. Nothing. For the promotion to all that is Krampus, I extend my thanks. But as for why this final request was not answered, you'll have to ask The Potentate as to why. I was patient long enough to someone I owe no allegiance to. And I seemed to have more complimentary words to say in parting to my debate opponent than the person he was speaking for on his behalf?
For those of you now becoming aware of this news, perhaps you now see a power vacuum on the forum and wish to fill it. Perhaps you'll use the forum to further your own agenda rather than the banner of the group. If you can answer the question to yourselves if it's even worth the bother anymore, here is the most unlikely thing I would ever conceive to utter this year. The White Skull was opinionated, bull-headed, yet artistic and whether by pain or purpose, driven. If you want to try filling his boots, you may bring your own skills to the table, you may be a master of the English language, you may be able to edit videos and photos, you may be able to write code like a master programmer. But you're NOT The White Skull. And you NEVER WILL BE.
Is it all worth it? The memberships, I mean. Time will tell. Until then, I will retire for now, surely to be summoned back by the bellowing of responses to this post. As much as it is worth, I have kept to my statement, giving The Potentate time to respond until Christmas Eve. It is now past that here, and I will away to pursue others on the Naughty list, watching Santa's back as he flies over military installations, survivalist militia compounds and gang territory. Until then, may your holidays be as happy as you deserve them to be, If you want a holiday miracle so badly, try getting off your asses and meeting it halfway this Christmas. Keep yourselves safe. And know whether or not your cause, and the banner under which you rally, are worth fighting for.
Krampus
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Trying to keep a good shigger down
This has to be one of the most bizarre things I've ever witnessed while being a part of it. Some time ago, I tried to give a new word to define those in the superhero and supervillain communities acting ignorantly, negatively, and in a derogatory manner. My intention was and is NOT based on sex, skin color, ethnicity, sexual orientation religious beliefs or lack thereof or ancestry. There are far too many reasons to call someone out and expose their stupidity than resorting to the cheap, the easily imaginable epithets of yore. So I believed I was pulling a term out of the aether. Thus was born my definition of shigger.
Understandably I've had detractors. But in discovering that the word has been used as such a term in the past, I have tried to help eliminate the word from that origin, meaning that anyone in a costume regardless of genetic, religious or sexual reasons could be seen as stupid and called on it. I've even taken the same source as one detractor's pathetic attempt to rile me and call ME a bigot by putting my own definition into the Urban Dictionary. That's mine on number three.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shigger
The most absurd action that I see is that someone has gone to that site, and continues to do so each and every day, giving a thumbs UP to the racially charged definitions, and a thumbs DOWN on the one that I proposed! Overwhelmingly so, in fact. At first, I thought it was the detractors in the superhero or supervillain community that wishes to be the salt in my wounds. A hilarious thought actually, given that it will take FAR more than such pathetic attempts as these to actually affect me. And besides, if it were these reprobates, then they would be damning me out of accusations as a racist, while being racist themselves. But I'm going to go out on a limb, and try to give them the benefit of the doubt on this. After all, anyone who would APPROVE of continued allowance of the racist term of shigger is truly prejudiced, and that doesn't seem to be my critics' style. Of course, if it WERE revealed to be them, then these beings would be seen as the worst hypocrites of all, wouldn't they?
No my friends, 'twould seem that someone is specifically trying to increase ignorance, and challenging my attempt to remove the venom from the word shigger. If it is someone on the superhero/supervillain community, then this would indicate a disturbing, and truly prejudicial mind. Now THAT'S dangerous. And I believe that whosoever these beings are should be found, else who knows what actions they will take under the guise of a costume?
I also hear the cacophony of accusations now. But Krampus, how do we know that it isn't YOU racking up the thumbs down yourself, and calling attention to it? Simple. Because the thumbs down is something that, from the beginning, I've been trying to put an end to. My definition is based on the actions under an alter ego, not anything else. I didn't know the word had another meaning because I am NOT racist, therefore I never heard of it before. And it isn't just giving a thumbs DOWN on my definition, but the thumbs UP on the racist slurs that caught my eye. Anyone simply disagreeing with my version would disapprove of both my version and the prejudicial versions simultaneously. That isn't the case. Someone is specifically rallying for their belief that the word shigger is a racist one, not based on the costumes you wear. And I know this is going to come off as confusing, but I find this hilarious!
Hear me out, fuckers. There's a point to be made.
You see, I find it hilarious that those that seem to fight so hard, so doggedly for their views to be heard are the roars of the dinosaurs. The dinosaurs of the past, people wearing their own costumes of gang colors, stereotypes, white robes with dunce caps and uniforms with swastikas upon them. These are the people that act brave simply because they are with other numbers that think like themselves, right or wrong. Their only perceived strength is in numbers, and believing that since it's always been that way, they should have the right to the words that piss people off because of the past, not the future. They're frightened little boys and girls afraid they can't adapt to a changing world, thinking that the only way to live are steps backward to a time where greater numbers against minorities gave them license to act on their thoughts without reprisal. All actions have consequences, immediately apparent or not. What strikes me as hilarious is how hard a few bigots that can actually power on a computer and make their way to the Urban Dictionary of all places are raging against the dying of the light of their burning crosses and books under their topsy turvy symbols taken from Buddhist and countless other beliefs of peaceful cultures, twisted into a symbol of hate and death. The swastika has an interesting history, one that had nothing to do with racial supremacy. But someone took it, used it as they saw fit and spread belief in the superiority of one's skin tone and geographical origins. Oh, and their religion, let's not forget that.
Klansmen. Nazis. Gangs wearing colors. Or those that aspire to be. I see those that rage against those different from themselves while wearing their own outfits of aspiring supervillainy. Robes of cotton and silk, dress codes of a supposed master race's military uniform. Wannabe vigilantes and hopeful supersoldiers. Clowns in costumes. While they verbally attack niggers, they're acting like shiggers. And the irony makes me laugh, seeing the haters for what they are. Walking jokes. Bad jokes, Old jokes. And they can't even see that they're jokes anymore. They can't even see why they're not being taken seriously. It'd be funnier it it weren't so pathetic. Fuck it, I'll laugh at them anyway!
In any case, check the link above, please vote thumbs DOWN on the racist versions of shigger, and thumbs UP on mine. Anyone can take off a costume, it's the closed minded bastards that remain after the outfit is off that's the real villain. You don't have to agree with me or my approach. But if you agree that racist assholes are wrong, then at least vote thumbs DOWN on their attempts!
Understandably I've had detractors. But in discovering that the word has been used as such a term in the past, I have tried to help eliminate the word from that origin, meaning that anyone in a costume regardless of genetic, religious or sexual reasons could be seen as stupid and called on it. I've even taken the same source as one detractor's pathetic attempt to rile me and call ME a bigot by putting my own definition into the Urban Dictionary. That's mine on number three.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shigger
The most absurd action that I see is that someone has gone to that site, and continues to do so each and every day, giving a thumbs UP to the racially charged definitions, and a thumbs DOWN on the one that I proposed! Overwhelmingly so, in fact. At first, I thought it was the detractors in the superhero or supervillain community that wishes to be the salt in my wounds. A hilarious thought actually, given that it will take FAR more than such pathetic attempts as these to actually affect me. And besides, if it were these reprobates, then they would be damning me out of accusations as a racist, while being racist themselves. But I'm going to go out on a limb, and try to give them the benefit of the doubt on this. After all, anyone who would APPROVE of continued allowance of the racist term of shigger is truly prejudiced, and that doesn't seem to be my critics' style. Of course, if it WERE revealed to be them, then these beings would be seen as the worst hypocrites of all, wouldn't they?
No my friends, 'twould seem that someone is specifically trying to increase ignorance, and challenging my attempt to remove the venom from the word shigger. If it is someone on the superhero/supervillain community, then this would indicate a disturbing, and truly prejudicial mind. Now THAT'S dangerous. And I believe that whosoever these beings are should be found, else who knows what actions they will take under the guise of a costume?
I also hear the cacophony of accusations now. But Krampus, how do we know that it isn't YOU racking up the thumbs down yourself, and calling attention to it? Simple. Because the thumbs down is something that, from the beginning, I've been trying to put an end to. My definition is based on the actions under an alter ego, not anything else. I didn't know the word had another meaning because I am NOT racist, therefore I never heard of it before. And it isn't just giving a thumbs DOWN on my definition, but the thumbs UP on the racist slurs that caught my eye. Anyone simply disagreeing with my version would disapprove of both my version and the prejudicial versions simultaneously. That isn't the case. Someone is specifically rallying for their belief that the word shigger is a racist one, not based on the costumes you wear. And I know this is going to come off as confusing, but I find this hilarious!
Hear me out, fuckers. There's a point to be made.
You see, I find it hilarious that those that seem to fight so hard, so doggedly for their views to be heard are the roars of the dinosaurs. The dinosaurs of the past, people wearing their own costumes of gang colors, stereotypes, white robes with dunce caps and uniforms with swastikas upon them. These are the people that act brave simply because they are with other numbers that think like themselves, right or wrong. Their only perceived strength is in numbers, and believing that since it's always been that way, they should have the right to the words that piss people off because of the past, not the future. They're frightened little boys and girls afraid they can't adapt to a changing world, thinking that the only way to live are steps backward to a time where greater numbers against minorities gave them license to act on their thoughts without reprisal. All actions have consequences, immediately apparent or not. What strikes me as hilarious is how hard a few bigots that can actually power on a computer and make their way to the Urban Dictionary of all places are raging against the dying of the light of their burning crosses and books under their topsy turvy symbols taken from Buddhist and countless other beliefs of peaceful cultures, twisted into a symbol of hate and death. The swastika has an interesting history, one that had nothing to do with racial supremacy. But someone took it, used it as they saw fit and spread belief in the superiority of one's skin tone and geographical origins. Oh, and their religion, let's not forget that.
Klansmen. Nazis. Gangs wearing colors. Or those that aspire to be. I see those that rage against those different from themselves while wearing their own outfits of aspiring supervillainy. Robes of cotton and silk, dress codes of a supposed master race's military uniform. Wannabe vigilantes and hopeful supersoldiers. Clowns in costumes. While they verbally attack niggers, they're acting like shiggers. And the irony makes me laugh, seeing the haters for what they are. Walking jokes. Bad jokes, Old jokes. And they can't even see that they're jokes anymore. They can't even see why they're not being taken seriously. It'd be funnier it it weren't so pathetic. Fuck it, I'll laugh at them anyway!
In any case, check the link above, please vote thumbs DOWN on the racist versions of shigger, and thumbs UP on mine. Anyone can take off a costume, it's the closed minded bastards that remain after the outfit is off that's the real villain. You don't have to agree with me or my approach. But if you agree that racist assholes are wrong, then at least vote thumbs DOWN on their attempts!
Did fucking ROACH send you!?
It has come to the attention of Executrix and myself that for two weeks in a row, Creature Feature has been the featured show on the front page of Blog Talk Radio! To all of you listening and helping to make the show the insanity based guilty pleasure that it is, I wish to say thank you all very much! Please keep listening and hopefully I will do my damnedest to do my part in keeping it entertaining and occasionally educational. I know for a fact Executrix will do the same.
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Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Did Diddy do it? Or didn't Diddy?
There's been a great deal of uproar of egos and celebrities as of late. Completely understandable, some of these people that others are willing to spend extraordinary amounts of money on to emulate have what many measure in success. Wealth, fame, celebrity, connections to the most powerful and influential individuals on the planet. They aren't like most people scraping by, they are the top one percent, controlling most wealth and influence. It isn't until something happens that shatters that illusion that makes some wonder about how out of touch some people are. Many pick on Kanye West, and rightfully so. The man opens his Hennessey hole and embarrasses himself and others. But what if there were someone controlling all aspects around him with the mind of a mogul, and connections of both a mobster and crooked politician?
Years ago, I took pride in looking into conspiracy theories, trying to unravel Gordian knots(read your history of Alexander if you don't get the reference, or at least the Watchmen graphic novel if it doesn't hurt your head to read the small print in 'Under the Hood') with both calculation, and hard speculation. That's all it is, of course. Speculation. Without proof, all one has is opinion, allegations, and one must be cautious of wording or be attacked for libel or slander. Goodness knows I had a wake up call with that topic earlier this year. One must be careful in their wordsmithing. Else lawsuits or threats will come to you. The greatest of these threats are of course delivered by people with power, influence, all of the above I mentioned at the beginning of this post. So let's forget about Mr. West for a moment and let him come out of the closet as a gay fish for the remainder. Instead, let us focus on someone that may have pulled off the greatest coup and publicized murder of the twentieth century.
Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, Puffy, P Diddy, Diddy, Sean John, the man has more names than the evolutions of a Pokemon. With his various ventures, his value is in the hundreds of millions. His best friend, Christopher Wallace AKA Notorious BIG or Biggie Smalls, a celebrated rapper cut down in the midst of the East coast West coast fueds. Everyone has heard by now about the death of Tupac Shakur, and Biggie's death being caused in retaliation. No one to this day is sure about the identities of the assassins, but fingers pointed back at Wallace and his crew. Strangely enough, I've never heard much in the way of revealed information about the potential involvement of the fresh and clean producer's whereabouts or potential involvement.
Then I did some digging. In 2003 according to The Wire, Kirk Burrowes, ex-president of Bad Boy Entertainment, is making explosive claims in new court papers which implicate Sean 'P Diddy' Combs in the 1995 murder of Suge Knight's bodyguard and accuse his conglomerate of ordering the hit on Tupac Shakur. In legal filings obtained by The New York Post, Burrowes claims the mogul set up an "enterprise" of thuggish associates "to gain power, recognition, fame and financial gain through acts and threats involving murder, mayhem and extortion via the enterprise."
Burrowes, godfather to Diddy's son, Justin, makes the extraordinary claims as part of a $25 million suit in Manhattan federal court. The disgruntled label exec says he enjoyed a "very close, family-like relationship" with Combs before their relationship erupted. This past June, he filed the legal action, claiming Diddy cheated him out of $25 million, threatened him with a baseball bat and undermined his management deal with rap diva Mary J. Blige.
"With the consent, approval and ratification of the [Bad Boy] enterprise, Suge Knight's chief bodyguard "Big Jake" was murdered in 1995," Burrowes says in a sworn legal statement. Allegedly, the bodyguard was killed soon after Combs' "advance man" got into an "East Coast-West Coast bashing contest" at an Atlanta party. A local deputy sheriff, who was later killed in a "mysterious car accident," identified Combs' "advance man" - a convicted felon named Anthony Jones - as the shooter, claims Burrowes. Burrowes also accuses Bad Boy Entertainment of hiring the shooter who killed Tupac. Burrowes did not offer more detail on this in his sworn 37-page statement.
Burrowes lawyer John Bostany will argue in court today for Burrowes' new claims of violence to be admitted to the case. "My client appears to be the victim of a corrupt group that 'thugs its way through it' and I am here to help him get justice," Bostany said yesterday. Additionally, Burrowes accuses Combs of the champagne-bottle attack on April 15, 1999 against Universal Records exec Steve Stoute - an attack Diddy admitted to and apologized for. Burrowes continues naming Roy Reid and Dante Dixon, alleged members of Diddy's "enterprise" were directed by Combs to threaten, harass and stalk John Bentley, a songwriter and owner of Calidelphia Records.
I know, it's a great deal of hoopla. Sean is more likely to have a breakdown than be a cold-blooded mafioso, right? But look at the man's ego. It has reached levels beyond that of Kanye, have you seen his shows? Making the Band 2, 3, 4, Making HIS Band, I want to Work for Diddy 1 and 2 currently airing. The man once made aspiring musicians wak from Manhattan to Brooklyn late at night to buy him a cheesecake, one he was never even there to receive once they returned. He also disbanded the band he helped to create on a whim! The man mocks a female singer when she complained about her voice being affected in smoke filled clubs, saying 'waaaa waaaa waaaa!' But the second someone smoked near his bed on the tour bus, he freaked out because he can't stand the smell of it either.
I wanted to examine the story as if trying to examine the plot in a mystery novel. In the growing fued between East coast's Bad Boy and West coast's Death Row records boiling over both financially as well as into the streets, such stylings of the gangsta lifestyle makes for good albums, but murders in the streets that involve friendly fire onto children over two or more gang bangers' beefs was bad for business. It was and is thuggish, the money will stop coming to fuel such things if it kept up. When Tupac was killed, Biggie was slain out of retaliation. Sean shortly afterward stood onstage with the mothers of both Biggie AND Tupac trying to bring the wars to an end.
As I said, I was trying to connect the dots. In the Bad Boy-Deatn Row fued, who had the most to gain by putting it all to an end? And in the interim, who has gained the most? Sean Combs' personal net worth is valued at over $340 Million, where some say his company Sean John may be valued at $680 Million. His competitor, Suge Knight and Death Row? Death Row filed for bankruptcy, selling everything they could. Suge Knight was attacked and suffered several injuries at the top of the year. If anyone had the money, the power, the influence and legal teams in his pocket to squash any and all rumors about his potential involvement in one of the most publicized murder cases in the last twenty years, wouldn't it be Sean Combs?
I have no proof of this, but it is my opinion that Sean Combs did have some kind of involvement with the murder of Tupac Shakur, had the influence to hide his direct involvement, which then pointed to his best friend's death in retaliation. I believe that any time someone attempts to step forward with proof, they are discredited, the fear of a legal team with millions of dollars to fall back on for retainers silencing most critics. He goes on, fueling his ego, trying to keep in shape because perhaps any sizeable body fat reminds him of his larger friend now deceased. Perhaps even the name 'Puffy' eludes to being larger. So perhaps he had a hand in a brutal slaying, living life like Scarface, David Xanatos or perhaps even Lex Luthor. Who wants to work for Diddy? Not I. Hell, if he offered Krampus a job right now in person, I'd have to tell him to excuse me if I don't shake hands.
Years ago, I took pride in looking into conspiracy theories, trying to unravel Gordian knots(read your history of Alexander if you don't get the reference, or at least the Watchmen graphic novel if it doesn't hurt your head to read the small print in 'Under the Hood') with both calculation, and hard speculation. That's all it is, of course. Speculation. Without proof, all one has is opinion, allegations, and one must be cautious of wording or be attacked for libel or slander. Goodness knows I had a wake up call with that topic earlier this year. One must be careful in their wordsmithing. Else lawsuits or threats will come to you. The greatest of these threats are of course delivered by people with power, influence, all of the above I mentioned at the beginning of this post. So let's forget about Mr. West for a moment and let him come out of the closet as a gay fish for the remainder. Instead, let us focus on someone that may have pulled off the greatest coup and publicized murder of the twentieth century.
Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, Puffy, P Diddy, Diddy, Sean John, the man has more names than the evolutions of a Pokemon. With his various ventures, his value is in the hundreds of millions. His best friend, Christopher Wallace AKA Notorious BIG or Biggie Smalls, a celebrated rapper cut down in the midst of the East coast West coast fueds. Everyone has heard by now about the death of Tupac Shakur, and Biggie's death being caused in retaliation. No one to this day is sure about the identities of the assassins, but fingers pointed back at Wallace and his crew. Strangely enough, I've never heard much in the way of revealed information about the potential involvement of the fresh and clean producer's whereabouts or potential involvement.
Then I did some digging. In 2003 according to The Wire, Kirk Burrowes, ex-president of Bad Boy Entertainment, is making explosive claims in new court papers which implicate Sean 'P Diddy' Combs in the 1995 murder of Suge Knight's bodyguard and accuse his conglomerate of ordering the hit on Tupac Shakur. In legal filings obtained by The New York Post, Burrowes claims the mogul set up an "enterprise" of thuggish associates "to gain power, recognition, fame and financial gain through acts and threats involving murder, mayhem and extortion via the enterprise."
Burrowes, godfather to Diddy's son, Justin, makes the extraordinary claims as part of a $25 million suit in Manhattan federal court. The disgruntled label exec says he enjoyed a "very close, family-like relationship" with Combs before their relationship erupted. This past June, he filed the legal action, claiming Diddy cheated him out of $25 million, threatened him with a baseball bat and undermined his management deal with rap diva Mary J. Blige.
"With the consent, approval and ratification of the [Bad Boy] enterprise, Suge Knight's chief bodyguard "Big Jake" was murdered in 1995," Burrowes says in a sworn legal statement. Allegedly, the bodyguard was killed soon after Combs' "advance man" got into an "East Coast-West Coast bashing contest" at an Atlanta party. A local deputy sheriff, who was later killed in a "mysterious car accident," identified Combs' "advance man" - a convicted felon named Anthony Jones - as the shooter, claims Burrowes. Burrowes also accuses Bad Boy Entertainment of hiring the shooter who killed Tupac. Burrowes did not offer more detail on this in his sworn 37-page statement.
Burrowes lawyer John Bostany will argue in court today for Burrowes' new claims of violence to be admitted to the case. "My client appears to be the victim of a corrupt group that 'thugs its way through it' and I am here to help him get justice," Bostany said yesterday. Additionally, Burrowes accuses Combs of the champagne-bottle attack on April 15, 1999 against Universal Records exec Steve Stoute - an attack Diddy admitted to and apologized for. Burrowes continues naming Roy Reid and Dante Dixon, alleged members of Diddy's "enterprise" were directed by Combs to threaten, harass and stalk John Bentley, a songwriter and owner of Calidelphia Records.
Combs lawyer Benjamin Brafman said yesterday Burrowes' claims are "entirely baseless" and "without merit."
Then again in 2008, according to the LA Times and news sources like MSNBC, Sean “Diddy” Combs has denied a report by the Los Angeles Times that his associates were responsible for the 1994 robbery and shooting of
“The story is a lie,” the hip-hop mogul said in a statement Monday. “It is beyond ridiculous and completely false. Neither (the late rapper Notorious B.I.G.) nor I had any knowledge of any attack before, during or after it happened. ... I am shocked that the
The story said that talent manager James Rosemond and promoter James Sabatino arranged the assault. They and Combs declined to be interviewed for the story, which appeared on the Los Angeles Times Web site but not in its paper publication.
Rosemond called the story a “libelous piece of garbage.”“In the past 14 years, I have not even been questioned by law enforcement with regard to the assault of Tupac Shakur, let alone brought up on charges,” he said in a statement. “Chuck Philips, the writer ... has reached a new low by employing fourth-hand information from desperate jailhouse informants along with ancient FBI reports to create this fabrication. I simply ask for all rap fans and fans of Tupac to analyze this fiction for what it is.”The story, written by Chuck Philips, was the first investigative report published as a Web exclusive, said Meredith Artley, editor of LATimes.com.
“This piece was perfect for the Web,” Artley said. “The Web audience skews younger. We had all these great multimedia elements, and we said we really don’t need to wait to fit this in the paper.” A “smaller version” of the story may still run in the paper, she said.
A few days later, the news broke that a recent newspaper report linking SEAN COMBS to a gun attack on late rapper TUPAC SHAKUR is based on false documentation, it has been claimed. The Los Angeles Times ran an article on 17 March (08) claiming the music mogul's former manager, Czar Entertainment CEO Jimmy 'Henchman' Rosemond was involved in a plan to ambush Shakur at a New York Recording studio in 1994. Both Combs and Rosemond have hit back at the allegations - denying any involvement in the attack which saw Shakur shot five times, two years before he was murdered in Las Vegas. No one was ever charged in connection with the shooting, which was believed to have started a "gang war" which eventually resulted in Shakur's death. Chuck Phillips, the journalist who wrote the story, recently issued another response standing by his article. But now TheSmokingGun.com claims to have obtained the 'official' legal documents - and alleges they are all fake. According to the website, the supposed FBI files had been created by convicted con artist James Sabatino while serving time at the Allenwood federal prison in White Deer, Pennsylvania - because the FBI have no record of the 'reports'. The Los Angeles Times has now launched an investigation into the authenticity of the documents.I know, it's a great deal of hoopla. Sean is more likely to have a breakdown than be a cold-blooded mafioso, right? But look at the man's ego. It has reached levels beyond that of Kanye, have you seen his shows? Making the Band 2, 3, 4, Making HIS Band, I want to Work for Diddy 1 and 2 currently airing. The man once made aspiring musicians wak from Manhattan to Brooklyn late at night to buy him a cheesecake, one he was never even there to receive once they returned. He also disbanded the band he helped to create on a whim! The man mocks a female singer when she complained about her voice being affected in smoke filled clubs, saying 'waaaa waaaa waaaa!' But the second someone smoked near his bed on the tour bus, he freaked out because he can't stand the smell of it either.
I wanted to examine the story as if trying to examine the plot in a mystery novel. In the growing fued between East coast's Bad Boy and West coast's Death Row records boiling over both financially as well as into the streets, such stylings of the gangsta lifestyle makes for good albums, but murders in the streets that involve friendly fire onto children over two or more gang bangers' beefs was bad for business. It was and is thuggish, the money will stop coming to fuel such things if it kept up. When Tupac was killed, Biggie was slain out of retaliation. Sean shortly afterward stood onstage with the mothers of both Biggie AND Tupac trying to bring the wars to an end.
As I said, I was trying to connect the dots. In the Bad Boy-Deatn Row fued, who had the most to gain by putting it all to an end? And in the interim, who has gained the most? Sean Combs' personal net worth is valued at over $340 Million, where some say his company Sean John may be valued at $680 Million. His competitor, Suge Knight and Death Row? Death Row filed for bankruptcy, selling everything they could. Suge Knight was attacked and suffered several injuries at the top of the year. If anyone had the money, the power, the influence and legal teams in his pocket to squash any and all rumors about his potential involvement in one of the most publicized murder cases in the last twenty years, wouldn't it be Sean Combs?
I have no proof of this, but it is my opinion that Sean Combs did have some kind of involvement with the murder of Tupac Shakur, had the influence to hide his direct involvement, which then pointed to his best friend's death in retaliation. I believe that any time someone attempts to step forward with proof, they are discredited, the fear of a legal team with millions of dollars to fall back on for retainers silencing most critics. He goes on, fueling his ego, trying to keep in shape because perhaps any sizeable body fat reminds him of his larger friend now deceased. Perhaps even the name 'Puffy' eludes to being larger. So perhaps he had a hand in a brutal slaying, living life like Scarface, David Xanatos or perhaps even Lex Luthor. Who wants to work for Diddy? Not I. Hell, if he offered Krampus a job right now in person, I'd have to tell him to excuse me if I don't shake hands.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Krampus Nights: Shigger Edition
Fuck it.
That's a powerful statement when used properly. It expresses the exclamation that one has reached their limit, their patience at an end. It also expresses the desire to engage in sexual activity with an item, or person perceived as an object. It's a potent statement. Fuck it, fuck me, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, fuck that, fuck this, fuck the fucking fuckers! It can be an ugly expression, or used so much that the word saturates the vocabulary. Overuse can tend to blur or diffuse the meaning, watering it down to less potency like a drop of Blair's 6 AM Reserve in a 55 gallon drum of stew. The taste is still there, but to those constantly exposed to it, it doesn't have the same kick as it would to virgin senses who hear such in a blue moon. So perhaps it's due to the saturation, or the desire to expand onto the lexicon of those that read my blogs or listen to Creature Feature. So on the beginning of Krampus Nights 2009, I would like to give you a new word. And I guarantee those that read or listen to me knows at least one person that fits this term. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you....SHIGGER!
Given a post I made earlier this year where I was accused of racism where there clearly was none exhibited, people seemed to try to pick a fight with me on the simplest, most senseless things to try and prove their own points. Given the level of behavior I have both witnessed and experienced firsthand, I find this word as a possible necessity. If you're wondering, here's my proposed definition. Shigger: Superhero or villain acting ignorantly, negatively, in a derogatory manner. It is NOT based on skin color, ethnicity, sexual orientation religious beliefs or lack thereof or ancestry. This term is applied to those that exist in the superhero or supervillain communities in any aspect, even at costume parties. If you have a costume or alter ego and act in a pathetic manner, then the word applies.
To paraphrase Martin Luther King Jr. from the Boondocks episode Return of the King, allow me to explain what I observe from a certain 'supervillain' group and those associated with it based on their behavior.
"That's what I see now. Shiggers. And you don't want to BE a shigger. Because shiggers are living contradictions! Shiggers are filled with unfulfilled ambition! Shiggers wax and wane, they love to complain! Shiggers love to hear themselves talk but hate to explain! Shiggers love being another man's judge and jury! Shiggers procrastinate until it's time to worry! Shiggers LOVE to be late! Shiggers HATE to hurry!"
You see, the above statement was made due to a false perception I anticipated. I have discovered a group of individuals who exist solely to act as parasites. The claim is to observe those acting in dangerous situations, endangering themselves by their actions as well as others by acting as vigilantes in costumes. The excuse appears to be that if left unchecked, these people will not only look ridiculous, but cause a threat to people by acting as a vigilante, ambushing people believed to be committing a crime. The potential harm these heroes could cause are not limited to physical harm to themselves as well as their adversaries, but potential harm to innocent people mistakenly identified as criminals, or even other innocents caught up in friendly fire should someone pull out a gun or be hit with the hero's makeshift weapons. The actions caused could potentially do harm to those that are costumed activists, trying to make actual changes in a positive light to their communities. The negativity of one will counter and cast a damning shadow on the other. Now, these are valid points. However, more than not, I have noticed these parasites hiding under this paper mache turtle shell of good intentions, latching onto the actions of others to sustain them, spewing venom and gossip worse than Perez Hilton in a Mardi Gras mask. They're not contributors to anything positive, they're simply hecklers. Faceless members of a crowd. Because these individuals thrive on the attention of others, I am somewhat reluctant to give them any further exposure.
But that isn't going to stop me from doing so. I'm just laying the groundwork with salt so these slugs will properly shrivel under the hot lamps. And I'm not even talking about The Menstruating Mudworm this time, simply because he seems to have caught the Canadian shut-the-fuck-up dysentery. No my friends, I'm talking about those that inhabit the blog of the invertebrate organization. ROACH. This also extends to the people that frequent there, even if they do not officially hold memberships. I have jousted more than once with the people there...this is another item that isn't bewildering so much as disappointing. With people struggling so long to reach the top of the food chain, why do some feel compelled to join groups or take identities that reflect lesser creatures that at best, seem to have an advantage of being annoying at best, disease carrying vermin at worst? Perhaps because they wish to invoke a primal fear of being a part of nature that overwhelms people despite superiority on the planet as a way to humble others. More likely than not, it's probably just to be a momentary discomfort whose greatest aspiration is to be promoted to pain in the ass. Great, they aspire to invoke the totem of the mosquito biting someone's left cheek.
Which brings me to my first candidate, Lord Malignance, better to be addressed as the Golden Zoidberg. At first, the best this person could be seen as is sycophant. While at first doing a fair job to call out rampant vigilantes, it would appear this being also had his head up the White Skull's ass so far he could write off conversations as prostate exams. Potty tentacle indeed. But now, it appears his claiming of a primary foe who wants nothing to do with him as well as a handful of minions seems to have made him arrogant as of late. Among these clues are his recent squabbling with his former chatmate about a 'bromance' with me, as well as going onto the chatroom of Creature Feature, talking about little more than bashing me, including accusations of needing to come out of the closet. I find this absolutely hilarious! The entity that hid behind Lovecraftian imagery of Cthulu, now wearing a Futurama mask and the hand-me-downs of Neal 'Dr. Horrible' Patrick Harris accusing ME of being gay? Not to mention the lack of wishing to interact with me directly when I DO appear on the chat, mostly trying to save face before your followers. By the way...when one of your minions, who has the word 'minion' in his title resembles a hornless Krampus, and you have my name in your mouth more than the dick of Liberace's lover? Shigger, please!
This displays one of the greatest flaws of this group's mindset. Fear. Bullies are always cowards who use whatever advantage they have to try and influence others. Stand up to them, show people what they are, the illusion is gone. Until you muster the courage to actually confront me, much less someone you know who doesn't give a fraction of a shit about your egotistical pursuits, you'll NEVER have any substance. Nothing but a hollow shell, a mask with no one of significance behind it. And stop worrying about where I put my dick, you only have to worry about that if we become cellmates and I'm feeling....anxious, if you know what I mean.
Speaking of asses, this next one almost fell under my radar for lack of anything interesting to bring up. Agent Beryllium is a woman amongst the ranks, a welcome change of pace who appears to have a wit about her. That's fine. And I didn't have a single thing to say to or about this woman until recently. In a thread on the ROACH blog, she decided to mention the fact that Krampus, being a creature of folklore, means that this identity is not capable of copyright.
Really?
No, seriously. Really? That was your best shot. That was your big jab.
I KNOW Krampus isn't copyrightable. AND I DON'T CARE. I never did! Of course, I also know the legalities and loopholes around such things should I wish to pursue them as well, so I was content to let it go. Until I saw something on her blog, which I both found a sense of respect, but equal disturbance. It appears that two people logged in anonymously to harass her about items brought up by her with regards to the appearance of RLSH's on their Myspace profiles. Since she was playing critic, it appears some made comments about her hair, and went farther than that in their insults. Out of retaliation, she apparently discovered the IP addresses as well as cities and states of her posters. What's more, she posted them on her blog!
Now, I'm of two minds about this action. One, my roommate and I have been victims of cyber-stalking that turned to in person stalking. Posts, phone calls, destruction of private property while driving off late at night, it was more than frustrating. Especially when one threat stated the desire to commit rape, murder, then necrophilia against someone close to me. This is the kind of invertebrate that deserves to have such means taken against them! Expose them, reveal the attackers, expose them to the light of day and contact the authorities to deal with them, humiliation or damage/harm caused to them out of self-defense is a bonus.
However, given that The White Skull had done something similar to a minor earlier this year simply for being a heckler, which is ironic given their natures, there appears to have been a line crossed. Revealing the name, location and photo of said individual placing them at risk? This borders on the same behavior that the RLSV's claiming to watch the watchmen aspire to cease. It puts people's lives and property at risk. As I mentioned above, defending oneself against an attack is one thing. And as tempting as it may be to cause harm to those individuals, the second you go overboard, you run the risk of becoming that which you damn. This is something Krampus knows all too well from personal experience. So I'm going to make this statement to Agent Beryllium. I'm sure in the future we may exchange words. I also noticed how you became defensive when your person was attacked, also stating how you were the target of verbal attacks when you were younger. I understand that. But I'm strongly advising you not to use your skills to threaten me. Posting any information of my location or current IP address will threaten my roommate, an innocent party and someone completely undeserving of continued harassment or exposure. I hope you don't plan on using your capabilities to bully others, otherwise this could be a problem that will provoke a reaction in others, not just myself. I'm not stating the action of others as a threat, just an observation. There's no need to post my location, you can hear my accent on Creature Feature. But this is the posting: For my personal property, trespassers will be shot, stabbed or otherwise retaliated against. If my location were posted, you would be contributing to cyber-stalking, as well as actual stalking, potentially ending someone's life in self-defense. I'd like to believe by some sliver of optimism that you wouldn't wish to subject anyone to such a thing. Because if my IP/location were posted by ANYONE reading this, I WILL track them down and pay them a personal visit. All it would take is being pushed too far, and that's the line. That would be the trigger for the sentence that started this blog...fuck it. Please do not push someone with a history of suicidal depression into a corner of lawlessness because they've had enough, and see no reason to continue except for revenge, then suicide after the pain has been caused. We're both supposed to be preventing this from happening and destroying lives. At least, I am. Don't cross that line with me. That's an order.
Here's someone else that nearly escaped the radar, except that his crescent head seemed to get caught on the clothesline. Calamity. The Duct Tape masked Mac Tonight of supposed villainy. Once again, I wouldn't have cared about this individual. Except that he was at the epicenter of the single reason I manifested in response. The verbal attack on DC's Guardian. The post has been removed, the closest things to apologies offered. Many were infuriated with The Potentate for this ill-researched blog, but worst of all was the implication that this pillar of his corner of the community was accused of possibly being a pedophile.
You have no idea how damaging that was, or could have been. A completely false accusation based on a photo with a child. Tempers flared like firestorms, attacks were made with hurtful words on both sides of the communities. In the end, the post went away, and The Potentate may have been wrongfully accused. Yes, his post was made without all the facts, but the resulting flame war nearly cost a man his reputation. And in the end, though The Potentate may have started the post, he in fact did not call DC the word.
But Calamity did.
Calamity, you're NOTHING. A braggart who cares nothing about the reputation of others as long as yours is somehow boosted. I held back from posting this out of respect to DC and trying to let this entire debacle calm down. But your involvement was not overlooked. And being the better man, I'm sure he may, if not already has, forgiven you. BUT I NEVER WILL. This isn't about making jokes. You almost cost a man his identity, his life. May whatever God you believe in have mercy on you. From this point on, I will not. You're just an unfunny joke. And everyone is going to know how unfunny the joke is. And that's the worst thing ever, to be mocked because you can't even do THAT right.
Which leads us to the ringmaster of this mudshow, The Potentate. By the way, congratulations on the child. Don't fuck her up too badly, or else someone may have to call Child Services.
See what I did there?
Karmic jabs aside, I could go into more detail, but something else has recently occurred. You might notice I haven't really gone after my most vocal jousting partner, The White Skull. Well, there's a reason for that. Something has happened with ROACH that has ramifications for everyone associated with the group, full blown members or not. Something that deserves to be told, something I believe you all deserve to hear. But due to the nature of it and everyone involved, I stated that out of courtesy, I wouldn't be the one to reveal what has happened. That is The Potentate's position. I said I wouldn't say it first. But this was weeks ago, and The Potentate has lolly-gagged, taking advantage of what little good nature I have. In trying to remind The Potentate of his obligations, I've left a reminder after practically every blog on the ROACH board. Contact your local Potentate and ask him what I'm talking about. Or better, what I'm NOT talking about. But my courtesy goes only so far. If The Potentate doesn't reveal the news by Christmas Eve, I will. This affects everyone connected with ROACH, or aspire to.
Edit: It has been brought to my attention that another version of the word I chose to make up already existed in the Urban Dictionary. Of course, my definition was clearly defined as not having anything to do with one's ethnicity. It also apparently means a mispronunciation of the word 'sugar' or a name for one's dog. Given the flexible nature of the word and lack of clear definition, I insist that I NEVER used the term for a racial or gender slander. In fact, one can edit the Urban Dictionary with little effort. With that said, I take up the stand that Randal Green did in Clerks 2 with the term porch-monkey, referring to himself and never intended to be a word of prejudice. He worked to take the word back for HIS definition, and I will do the same. Oh, I'm not taking the post down, I'm simply reclaiming the term in the fashion I used it from those who use it the prejudicial way.
And in parting, please tune into Creature Feature for Krampus Nights in December, and here's a little diddy to warm the cockles of your hearts.
That's a powerful statement when used properly. It expresses the exclamation that one has reached their limit, their patience at an end. It also expresses the desire to engage in sexual activity with an item, or person perceived as an object. It's a potent statement. Fuck it, fuck me, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, fuck that, fuck this, fuck the fucking fuckers! It can be an ugly expression, or used so much that the word saturates the vocabulary. Overuse can tend to blur or diffuse the meaning, watering it down to less potency like a drop of Blair's 6 AM Reserve in a 55 gallon drum of stew. The taste is still there, but to those constantly exposed to it, it doesn't have the same kick as it would to virgin senses who hear such in a blue moon. So perhaps it's due to the saturation, or the desire to expand onto the lexicon of those that read my blogs or listen to Creature Feature. So on the beginning of Krampus Nights 2009, I would like to give you a new word. And I guarantee those that read or listen to me knows at least one person that fits this term. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you....SHIGGER!
Given a post I made earlier this year where I was accused of racism where there clearly was none exhibited, people seemed to try to pick a fight with me on the simplest, most senseless things to try and prove their own points. Given the level of behavior I have both witnessed and experienced firsthand, I find this word as a possible necessity. If you're wondering, here's my proposed definition. Shigger: Superhero or villain acting ignorantly, negatively, in a derogatory manner. It is NOT based on skin color, ethnicity, sexual orientation religious beliefs or lack thereof or ancestry. This term is applied to those that exist in the superhero or supervillain communities in any aspect, even at costume parties. If you have a costume or alter ego and act in a pathetic manner, then the word applies.
To paraphrase Martin Luther King Jr. from the Boondocks episode Return of the King, allow me to explain what I observe from a certain 'supervillain' group and those associated with it based on their behavior.
"That's what I see now. Shiggers. And you don't want to BE a shigger. Because shiggers are living contradictions! Shiggers are filled with unfulfilled ambition! Shiggers wax and wane, they love to complain! Shiggers love to hear themselves talk but hate to explain! Shiggers love being another man's judge and jury! Shiggers procrastinate until it's time to worry! Shiggers LOVE to be late! Shiggers HATE to hurry!"
You see, the above statement was made due to a false perception I anticipated. I have discovered a group of individuals who exist solely to act as parasites. The claim is to observe those acting in dangerous situations, endangering themselves by their actions as well as others by acting as vigilantes in costumes. The excuse appears to be that if left unchecked, these people will not only look ridiculous, but cause a threat to people by acting as a vigilante, ambushing people believed to be committing a crime. The potential harm these heroes could cause are not limited to physical harm to themselves as well as their adversaries, but potential harm to innocent people mistakenly identified as criminals, or even other innocents caught up in friendly fire should someone pull out a gun or be hit with the hero's makeshift weapons. The actions caused could potentially do harm to those that are costumed activists, trying to make actual changes in a positive light to their communities. The negativity of one will counter and cast a damning shadow on the other. Now, these are valid points. However, more than not, I have noticed these parasites hiding under this paper mache turtle shell of good intentions, latching onto the actions of others to sustain them, spewing venom and gossip worse than Perez Hilton in a Mardi Gras mask. They're not contributors to anything positive, they're simply hecklers. Faceless members of a crowd. Because these individuals thrive on the attention of others, I am somewhat reluctant to give them any further exposure.
But that isn't going to stop me from doing so. I'm just laying the groundwork with salt so these slugs will properly shrivel under the hot lamps. And I'm not even talking about The Menstruating Mudworm this time, simply because he seems to have caught the Canadian shut-the-fuck-up dysentery. No my friends, I'm talking about those that inhabit the blog of the invertebrate organization. ROACH. This also extends to the people that frequent there, even if they do not officially hold memberships. I have jousted more than once with the people there...this is another item that isn't bewildering so much as disappointing. With people struggling so long to reach the top of the food chain, why do some feel compelled to join groups or take identities that reflect lesser creatures that at best, seem to have an advantage of being annoying at best, disease carrying vermin at worst? Perhaps because they wish to invoke a primal fear of being a part of nature that overwhelms people despite superiority on the planet as a way to humble others. More likely than not, it's probably just to be a momentary discomfort whose greatest aspiration is to be promoted to pain in the ass. Great, they aspire to invoke the totem of the mosquito biting someone's left cheek.
Which brings me to my first candidate, Lord Malignance, better to be addressed as the Golden Zoidberg. At first, the best this person could be seen as is sycophant. While at first doing a fair job to call out rampant vigilantes, it would appear this being also had his head up the White Skull's ass so far he could write off conversations as prostate exams. Potty tentacle indeed. But now, it appears his claiming of a primary foe who wants nothing to do with him as well as a handful of minions seems to have made him arrogant as of late. Among these clues are his recent squabbling with his former chatmate about a 'bromance' with me, as well as going onto the chatroom of Creature Feature, talking about little more than bashing me, including accusations of needing to come out of the closet. I find this absolutely hilarious! The entity that hid behind Lovecraftian imagery of Cthulu, now wearing a Futurama mask and the hand-me-downs of Neal 'Dr. Horrible' Patrick Harris accusing ME of being gay? Not to mention the lack of wishing to interact with me directly when I DO appear on the chat, mostly trying to save face before your followers. By the way...when one of your minions, who has the word 'minion' in his title resembles a hornless Krampus, and you have my name in your mouth more than the dick of Liberace's lover? Shigger, please!
This displays one of the greatest flaws of this group's mindset. Fear. Bullies are always cowards who use whatever advantage they have to try and influence others. Stand up to them, show people what they are, the illusion is gone. Until you muster the courage to actually confront me, much less someone you know who doesn't give a fraction of a shit about your egotistical pursuits, you'll NEVER have any substance. Nothing but a hollow shell, a mask with no one of significance behind it. And stop worrying about where I put my dick, you only have to worry about that if we become cellmates and I'm feeling....anxious, if you know what I mean.
Speaking of asses, this next one almost fell under my radar for lack of anything interesting to bring up. Agent Beryllium is a woman amongst the ranks, a welcome change of pace who appears to have a wit about her. That's fine. And I didn't have a single thing to say to or about this woman until recently. In a thread on the ROACH blog, she decided to mention the fact that Krampus, being a creature of folklore, means that this identity is not capable of copyright.
Really?
No, seriously. Really? That was your best shot. That was your big jab.
I KNOW Krampus isn't copyrightable. AND I DON'T CARE. I never did! Of course, I also know the legalities and loopholes around such things should I wish to pursue them as well, so I was content to let it go. Until I saw something on her blog, which I both found a sense of respect, but equal disturbance. It appears that two people logged in anonymously to harass her about items brought up by her with regards to the appearance of RLSH's on their Myspace profiles. Since she was playing critic, it appears some made comments about her hair, and went farther than that in their insults. Out of retaliation, she apparently discovered the IP addresses as well as cities and states of her posters. What's more, she posted them on her blog!
Now, I'm of two minds about this action. One, my roommate and I have been victims of cyber-stalking that turned to in person stalking. Posts, phone calls, destruction of private property while driving off late at night, it was more than frustrating. Especially when one threat stated the desire to commit rape, murder, then necrophilia against someone close to me. This is the kind of invertebrate that deserves to have such means taken against them! Expose them, reveal the attackers, expose them to the light of day and contact the authorities to deal with them, humiliation or damage/harm caused to them out of self-defense is a bonus.
However, given that The White Skull had done something similar to a minor earlier this year simply for being a heckler, which is ironic given their natures, there appears to have been a line crossed. Revealing the name, location and photo of said individual placing them at risk? This borders on the same behavior that the RLSV's claiming to watch the watchmen aspire to cease. It puts people's lives and property at risk. As I mentioned above, defending oneself against an attack is one thing. And as tempting as it may be to cause harm to those individuals, the second you go overboard, you run the risk of becoming that which you damn. This is something Krampus knows all too well from personal experience. So I'm going to make this statement to Agent Beryllium. I'm sure in the future we may exchange words. I also noticed how you became defensive when your person was attacked, also stating how you were the target of verbal attacks when you were younger. I understand that. But I'm strongly advising you not to use your skills to threaten me. Posting any information of my location or current IP address will threaten my roommate, an innocent party and someone completely undeserving of continued harassment or exposure. I hope you don't plan on using your capabilities to bully others, otherwise this could be a problem that will provoke a reaction in others, not just myself. I'm not stating the action of others as a threat, just an observation. There's no need to post my location, you can hear my accent on Creature Feature. But this is the posting: For my personal property, trespassers will be shot, stabbed or otherwise retaliated against. If my location were posted, you would be contributing to cyber-stalking, as well as actual stalking, potentially ending someone's life in self-defense. I'd like to believe by some sliver of optimism that you wouldn't wish to subject anyone to such a thing. Because if my IP/location were posted by ANYONE reading this, I WILL track them down and pay them a personal visit. All it would take is being pushed too far, and that's the line. That would be the trigger for the sentence that started this blog...fuck it. Please do not push someone with a history of suicidal depression into a corner of lawlessness because they've had enough, and see no reason to continue except for revenge, then suicide after the pain has been caused. We're both supposed to be preventing this from happening and destroying lives. At least, I am. Don't cross that line with me. That's an order.
Here's someone else that nearly escaped the radar, except that his crescent head seemed to get caught on the clothesline. Calamity. The Duct Tape masked Mac Tonight of supposed villainy. Once again, I wouldn't have cared about this individual. Except that he was at the epicenter of the single reason I manifested in response. The verbal attack on DC's Guardian. The post has been removed, the closest things to apologies offered. Many were infuriated with The Potentate for this ill-researched blog, but worst of all was the implication that this pillar of his corner of the community was accused of possibly being a pedophile.
You have no idea how damaging that was, or could have been. A completely false accusation based on a photo with a child. Tempers flared like firestorms, attacks were made with hurtful words on both sides of the communities. In the end, the post went away, and The Potentate may have been wrongfully accused. Yes, his post was made without all the facts, but the resulting flame war nearly cost a man his reputation. And in the end, though The Potentate may have started the post, he in fact did not call DC the word.
But Calamity did.
Calamity, you're NOTHING. A braggart who cares nothing about the reputation of others as long as yours is somehow boosted. I held back from posting this out of respect to DC and trying to let this entire debacle calm down. But your involvement was not overlooked. And being the better man, I'm sure he may, if not already has, forgiven you. BUT I NEVER WILL. This isn't about making jokes. You almost cost a man his identity, his life. May whatever God you believe in have mercy on you. From this point on, I will not. You're just an unfunny joke. And everyone is going to know how unfunny the joke is. And that's the worst thing ever, to be mocked because you can't even do THAT right.
Which leads us to the ringmaster of this mudshow, The Potentate. By the way, congratulations on the child. Don't fuck her up too badly, or else someone may have to call Child Services.
See what I did there?
Karmic jabs aside, I could go into more detail, but something else has recently occurred. You might notice I haven't really gone after my most vocal jousting partner, The White Skull. Well, there's a reason for that. Something has happened with ROACH that has ramifications for everyone associated with the group, full blown members or not. Something that deserves to be told, something I believe you all deserve to hear. But due to the nature of it and everyone involved, I stated that out of courtesy, I wouldn't be the one to reveal what has happened. That is The Potentate's position. I said I wouldn't say it first. But this was weeks ago, and The Potentate has lolly-gagged, taking advantage of what little good nature I have. In trying to remind The Potentate of his obligations, I've left a reminder after practically every blog on the ROACH board. Contact your local Potentate and ask him what I'm talking about. Or better, what I'm NOT talking about. But my courtesy goes only so far. If The Potentate doesn't reveal the news by Christmas Eve, I will. This affects everyone connected with ROACH, or aspire to.
Edit: It has been brought to my attention that another version of the word I chose to make up already existed in the Urban Dictionary. Of course, my definition was clearly defined as not having anything to do with one's ethnicity. It also apparently means a mispronunciation of the word 'sugar' or a name for one's dog. Given the flexible nature of the word and lack of clear definition, I insist that I NEVER used the term for a racial or gender slander. In fact, one can edit the Urban Dictionary with little effort. With that said, I take up the stand that Randal Green did in Clerks 2 with the term porch-monkey, referring to himself and never intended to be a word of prejudice. He worked to take the word back for HIS definition, and I will do the same. Oh, I'm not taking the post down, I'm simply reclaiming the term in the fashion I used it from those who use it the prejudicial way.
And in parting, please tune into Creature Feature for Krampus Nights in December, and here's a little diddy to warm the cockles of your hearts.
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