Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
RLSV: Cyber-facsism of the 21'st century
Wonderful. Make a simple statement against one of two stalkers that you're capable of using lethal force against a perceived threat and you yourself get threatened with cyber-stalking by the second stalker. 'Tis interesting how things had gotten this far.
It appears that my premonition that 2011 would be the year things will change, and not necessarily for the better is coming true. Well, I suppose it's how one looks at it. You see folks, good ol' Krampus and his roommate has been stalked for some time. And it's not just about one or two people doing the stalking, oh no. It's also about something else that will be addressed. I'm getting to that.
The Nazi Socialist Party was born from meager beginnings, a devastated people rallying around the belief that they should not be put down or made to feel less than anyone. Mostly because they themselves were led to believe that they were inherently superior, not inferior to those around them. This of course had a history of antisemitism, racism and dabbling into the occult. The belief was that they should be the ones in a position of leadership, with their weaknesses cut, burn or blown away, leaving only the strong. This has led to gangs, violence, wars, countless deaths and atrocities that lesser people cannot fathom, much less stomach. But behind it lies a very seductive, even pleasant thought. The thought is, 'I'm better than you. And I'm going to prove it.'
Enter Poop Knife, a man who has several aliases. Oh by the way PK, we are NOT on first name bases with each other. Get your shit together. Heh, sorry, couldn't resist. Back to my tale. PK entered the community by befriending Master Legend, gaining his trust, finding out his secrets, then revealing the darker portions of his closet to various people, one of whom was The Potentate of ROACH under the name King Nazi. According to Master Legend, this person had an unhealthy fascination with Hitler an his party. And after getting to know this unlovable cunt for several months now, some things have begun to piece together. Oh, did I mention I was a major in psychology and criminal justice? No? Well, it never really needed to come up. But I've used such skills before, profiling potentially criminal and violent mindsets. First The White Skull, former second in command at ROACH, then realizing his own potential for harm, had left the community, returned with the hope of redemption, then falling back to the very people whom he cursed and fretted with, wanting no more association with. I even aided the bastard's leave and disassociation, just to revert to type. Pathetic. I've said it before, I'll say it again: I hope Mrs. Skull is proud of you, next on the potential name change is The White Flip-Flop, followed by a new sandal line just in time for summer. But I digress.
PK has been in fact linked with antisemitic groups himself, and after hearing how he speaks, his heart becomes more obvious. Any apparent prejudice may not be visible with race, though he HAS been fixating on Phoenix Jones a bit lately. Am I aware of any direct attacks against religion? No. Well, except if you count ME. Still, the glaring Nazi moniker in his e-mail doesn't help to put people to rest. No, but in a comic series called The End League, a master genius who was raised by a racist father created an empire. The foundation of superiority over inferiority was still secure, but it was founded on something much more practical: the superiority of intellect. The smarter you were, the better off you'd be. And that's where the resemblance of PK's persona begins to take form.
If you've ever talked to the man, he can be disruptive, belligerent, throwing verbal monkey wrenches into others' conversations. And if you say something he may disagree with, he's quick to turn your own words back upon you. A mastery of the English language, a quick wit, and an eye and ear for searching for vulnerabilities in others. So far I'd say the profile is accurate.
But looking into the RLSH community, perhaps this was where his eye was more quickly drawn with Master Legend. A man with quirks and documented head trauma, PK befriended him, only to reveal his secrets. Was if for the betterment of the community? Or was it more for finding someone so high on a media pedestal and so obviously flawed that the true power behind knowledge is to know how something, or someone works, thereby with little effort, creating the greatest effect? A few words here, some secrets there, a smattering of opinion and prose there, and you have a document. A phrasing, with just the right emphasis of emotion and logic to invoke a response. Huh. guess the lessons he learned from the failed painter with the Charlie Chaplin moustache paid off.
And so, PK mingled with others in the community. Finding their weaknesses, displaying them, joining the RLSV community, gathering information, stalking, cyber-stalking, manipulating perspective, perhaps even following the comic book logic. A hero is only as great as the obstacles they face and overcome. Who were you looking for? The equivalent of the Alexanders? The William Wallaces? The Vlad Tepes'? Who would be worthy to match with with, to prove yourself the better?
It's kinda hard to find anyone of that quality directly. What with the identity spilling Tothians, the glory hounds, the vigilantes, some of the shining examples seem to be on their game. Who would be the best targets to go for? Oh wait, no, the best would be too much of a challenge. After all, it's better to go after one's weaknesses, or turn their own strengths against them.
Enter ME. Good ol' Krampus! Oh, we've jousted verbally back and forth, he lays low after a verbal battle doesn't go his way, his former avenue on Grodd...excuse me, Malvado's show was short lived, even trying to worm his way into my company. Asking permission to call the show while on good behavior, very reminiscent to a vampire asking permission to kill you now that I think about it in hindsight. Writing fanmail, trying to get on the good side of Krampus, perhaps even the man behind the beast. No, no doubt now. That was exactly the intent.
Last year after a return from holiday that, I'll admit it, went less than spectacular, fueled by a rage unleashed from a mixture of over the counter painkillers and sleep aids, Krampus returned to find an attack on the Urban Dictionary definitions posted by good ol' Krampus X. This set me off, reaching into the rage I've known and dealt with for decades, realizing I was prepared to lash out in anger and hate without the proportionate justification. It was a moment of weakness, and knowing how a predator thinks, I see once again in hindsight. Weakness attracts predators. So imagine my surprise when my roommate receives a phone call after a show by PK himself. He and Malvado, both people Krampus has jousted with verbally and in blogs, suddenly asking to go see a movie together? Let's see. Two people in a community known for making verbal attacks, i some cases revealing private information then redacting it quickly, one an antisemite, the other a former gang member with a history of violence, contacting the home number of myself and my roommate, implying they know who I am, PK telling me that it wasn't so hard to track the man behind the Krampus after pursuing a mutual friend, giving advice if I truly wished to be private, knowing that we've had a history of dealings with stalkers, destruction of private property, threats of violence and murder? Suddenly two people on the side opposed to me wants to follow my habits, reach out? All in the guise of friendship?
Needless to say, the answer was no. And moreover, it wasn't the polite way that I was asked, not the contacting my roommate's Myspace, not the presuming to educate me on privacy. It was the intangible. The fever that has built in the community. Both have a history of fitting in with a group of people that despite saying their actions are satirical, not meant to be taken literally despite my seeing the potential harm that could come from their actions. They unsheath their blades of words and information, threaten their prey, then retract it, as if saying "See? It's gone. It never happened, asshole." Or of course, when you use their own words against them, catching them in their own verbal stupidity and escalation, they quickly redact with clever words, explanations, 'reminders' of their less than dangerous stance. Essentially prettier versions of saying "What had happened was...what I meant was...Just kidding...I'll take it down." And after you make you stand, shortly afterward, they strike at you again, then retreating behind the specific articles of regulations, rules, laws and methods of enforcement. I realized all too recently what they all are.
The entire RLSV community... are rules lawyers! For those unfamiliar with role playing terminology, rules lawyers are those people who memorize every table, rule, clause, limitation and are able to dictate verbatim in some cases why things in the game should work one way, when the game master says another, be it for flavor text, for expanding the story, for dramatic reason or some other reason. The rules lawyers are the intellectual power gamers, the ones that use and abuse every loophole under the sun to get their way. With this epiphany, suddenly I understood the mindset of virtually ALL RLSV's I've ever encountered that were nothing but repositories of negativity, the ones who never genuinely lifted a finger to aid another human being or animal. These are the people who for all intents and purpopses, despite their claims to being vigilant against the RLSH's by antithesis, are using the rules and laws as nothing more than shields, probing the fences, searching the limits, waiting to strike and cross the lines, then cover themselves with excuses, rules and fear of litigation. They think they actually have a license to cyber-bully ad harass others.
Every fucking one of them that I've encountered, from ROACH to the non-members like Poop Knife, Malvado, Lord Malignance and his lackeys. They all hide behind the absurd, strike while claiming their attacks mean nothing, then whisk away the evidence or sweep it away under the blanket of intent. Kinda like John Wayne Gacy played the clown while he was luring buys to his home to torture, rape and kill them. Perhaps this is where the saying arose that it's not rape if you yell 'Surprise!' first.
Now, I've been looking in on these pathetic contradictions for quite some time now. But even before that, I knew the heart of evil, of terror, of threats and fear. I know of anger, rage, vengeance, the sadistic pleasure giving into all of your wrath can be. For decades, the man behind the Krampus has battled depression, suicide, the desire to throw everything away because the world was pathetic, that hopes meant nothing despite the talent one may have, and how fragile that which you love can be in one's life before something crashes, destroys, rapes, takes away and shatters your soul into a thousand shards, NEVER to be picked up and reforged. But still, I struggled. The friends I'd found renewed me, began to bring me out of the dark, the suicidal, the homicidal. They reminded me of the hope I'd lost, of the positive despite the pit in your soul. That the good does exist, that despite whatever deity you follow, or the shattering realization that the IS no God, the good and bad all exist. And the good is worth fighting for. The people are worth fighting for. And with that, the lessons learned from the depths can be channeled, exorcised, used as metaphors, fiction to vent and purge so that you can enjoy the good again. So yes. I knew exactly how fragile some can be. And how unworthy they are of having the ugly, bitter, heartless truth of the world's brutality, the hate, the dark threatening to swallow them. I knew that if all else failed, I knew what I was capable of. How far I'd go. To what lengths I'd stride to protect the ones I dared to care for.
And then ROACH accused DC's Guardian of being everything from a bad father to a pedophile.
The rest, as they say, is history. I dare say in my many jousts that there are two constants in the RLSV community, and the ROACHES along with its forum fringes. One, they love to talk shit about RLSH's while seeing how much they can get away with, and they LOVE to hate ME! With that said, let me go back to the invitation of PK and Malvado.
Two people, part of the same community that would love to destroy me, who, by hiding behind the rules and laws they covet as an umbrella, love to intimidate, belittle, threaten in ways of revealing information, insult, demean, bully, all the while every renewed attack, and yes, I mean attack, becomes escalated. Everything builds stronger, greater, all while retracting the second they feel responsible eyes are upon them. All of this, followed by the two in the community who are geographically closest to me, who love to mindfuck, two that I've had little positive interaction with, one a history of manipulation, the other a history of violence, together and wishing to be in a public area while getting to know me priately, all while waiting for my guard to be let down?
Do you really think this would not be a palpable threat? You'd be an idiot to trust those unworthy of it. Besides, coming to my home, learning all they can to use against me and those I care for? Becoming at the very least, stalkerazzi? No. So they were told no, and that I implied how VERY BAD of an idea 'twould be if we were to meet face to face.
Then the assaults began. Malvado and Poop Knife tag teaming, Malvado, thinking himself so clever, one night after a slip of the tongue by a friend, revealed a glimmer, a loophole to exploit. I had warned Crossfire if he outed my identity, it would be a declaration of war. He never did, but Malvado capitalized on this, revealing the identity of a good friend. With all the rhetoric, hostility, animosity, and the very palpable, if not intangible anger between us all, such actions are known to be taboo in the community. Revealing someone's personal information is a no-no. Oh, but there are loopholes. If one appears to be a danger to another, such could be revealed in the name of public safety. Thus the identity of PK was revealed. But with this, an innocent whose slip of the tongue? They couldn't blame Malvado, could they?
Actually, yes. Malvado, the actions of both you and Poop Knife, were seen as a threat. A threat to someone I cared for. And though it was never spoken aloud, the result was still the same. I took this action as a declaration of war. A sign, a break of honor that after Zetaman's attack on his property and 'alleged' involvement with ROACH, this constituted a very real threat. And I DO NOT TOLERATE THREATS.
So. Now the sign was given. 'We know who you are, where you live, we can do anything to you we want. After all, we're not dangerous. The disclaimer says so.' You know, you trilobites were slightly more impressive before I saw through you. There are those who use the letters of the law not to use in the sake of justice, not for fair play, not to level the playing field, but those that use the letter of the law as shields, as weapons, and canopies to hide behind. Then there are those who follow the spirit of the law, the heart, the intangibles that we try to put into words, to allow justice, to keep people from harm or fear. And yes, sometimes use the intimidation of penalties to enforce it. But when others hide behind the law and claim to be untouchable, much like the rules lawyers I've discussed here, there are only so many options you have. You can fight within the law, you can work to change the law, as the Nazis did when they took power, or as many civil rights advocates have to liberate others, and other options are variations of a theme. But then, there's the most unpredictable part, one which rules lawyers have no power.
Change the game, change the rules.
You see ladies and gentlemen, Malvado recently spoke the name of the man behind the Krampus on his blog. Since then, he's posted a photograph alongside another friend, said some stupid rape slogan, then took it down. For the second time, the first revealed to a friend and I have photographic proof of this as a screen capture, Malvado, after working up the frenzy and letting me know that I was the target for an attack, took the post and photo down, then posted on his blog that he was ill, given to rage and violence, also knowing that his actions could lead to his death, or the death of others. He claims to be going away for help.
I could swear I've heard this before...oh yeah, White Skull said the exact same thing before going on holiday, posing as a repentant good guy, then reverting to type. The man outed a friend, then targeted ME, admitted that he was a real and dangerous threat, justifying my anger, and now wishes to play on whatever pity I have left?
NO. There is no more. If it is real, then he'd better get help. But I doubt it. I firmly doubt it. In fact, I have every right to believe that this is a trick, and I believe that both Poop Knife and Malvado have been conspiring to escalate the animosity and attack ME, putting my roommate and other innocents at risk! So, no. Despite the verbal slings and arrows, I have made it clear. If I perceive a threat coming toward myself or any I care for. I will NOT hesitate to use lethal force. And to back it up, I reminded them not to fuck with someone with a past of suicidal depression. If this is a trick, if either of them comes near me, I will interpret that as a very real threat, and will see whose death wish is stronger, HIS or MINE.
Then the statute of cyber-bullying was thrown in my face. The most insulting part of it was the implication. That simply by wielding the law, that Poop Knife was an innocent in all this.
NO. As I've said, he seems to personify the very nature of the Nazi fascism in a new way, one that the majority of RLSV's all mimic. They are cyber-attacking rules lawyers who are given to escalation, then cover-up and deceit, all while hiding behind the law. The refuge for criminals, drug dealers, terrorists at war tribunals...oh by the way Skull. Shut the fuck up about the hissy fit when I compared you to Jared Lee Loughner. Comparing you with a man who, despite the horrific acts he perpetrated, got off his ass and did something as opposed to bitching on a blog? Take the fucking compliment.
OOoohhhh. Can you feel that? The insult, the arrogance! The turnaround! How could I possibly defend myself while joking about murder? Obviously, you don't know me at all. But you will. I have never, not once on this blog, shirked away from or implied less than my capacity for violence, sadism and murder. In many cases, it was exaggerated. But still others, when push comes to shove, when the law becomes a weapon pointed at me instead of leveling the playing field, when all the right, legal and just ways are exhausted, I know I am capable of brutality, of vengeance. Of dark deeds that would make Cthulu cower. But I balance it, using what I know of that mindset, knowing there's a way around and above it. To use it to search for others capable of the same acts on the edges of imagination and sanity, but without my compass, without the same control. So yes, beneath it all, under the hope, the struggle, the defending who and what I care for, I know. I am capable of the things written of and portrayed in true crime and horror stories. So when it comes to profiling the dangerous, perhaps it takes the one inside me to know one when it is seen.
I saw it with The Potentate when he nearly destroyed the reputation of one friend and joked about a gas attack, threatening even more. I saw it in White Skull, who had the training, mindset and profile to carry out actual harm. I saw it with Malvado, which now all of you see. And most important, I believe I see it with Poop Knife, someone using the letter of the law to hide behind, and to wield as a weapon, pushing those closer to the edge while making sure he's not caught. After all, why do your own dirty work when you can use others as pawns?
By now, PK has done a great deal of probing, scouring the internet on myself and my roommate, disseminating the information to people as his Myspace profile Free Information suggests. So some people are beginning to find out more about the man behind the Krampus. Still others will be shocked, friendships lost, still other bonds will grow stronger. Someone who is masterful at manipulating, deceiving and threatening others by revealing secrets is a representation of every palpable threat that lies between the words, behind them in intent. As we speak, he's learning everything about me, preparing to use it and to attack more of my friends, inside and outside of the community. Because that's what they do.
I'm sure he's pulling up blogs, stories, thread posts, preparing to unleash a smear campaign, perhaps trying to intimidate me into silence.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!
Oh gee, someone striving for a place in entertainment, not prepared to have his identity revealed? Secrets exposed? Shigger please. I'm surprised it took you this long. But still, the fact remains. It's the intent behind it that makes it a threat. Read the blogs of Malvado, Poop Knife, Lord Malignance and his minions, and all others connected to ROACH, like Black Sun, who was kicked out for glorifying the attack on Zetaman's vehicle, even admitting that he was hoping ROACH would take things to the next level. So like it or not, despite all the rhetoric and warnings, ROACH does in fact, attract and encourage others to perform harmful acts. And it's only growing. It's always escalating. Just like I've said from the beginning!
Oh, let's see if we can see the next plans of attack. Using my history to discredit me, turning me into a monster and unfit character to be around children? A greater threat to harm the Skiffytown League of Heroes!!??
Oh for fuck's sake. They already know. They know about my connection and activities within the adult and fetish community. They know all about the heights and depths of my sexual promiscuity. They also know about my violent mind. Writer! And they know I can keep that out of the faces of the kids. So....what's the problem? You still want to use me as a weapon against them? I was prepared to separate myself from them officially years ago should anything I do threaten the heart of the charity. But you know what? They're still my friends. They care for me, and I them. So that wouldn't change. Plus, it'd be considered another attack on my friends.
Ooooo, perhaps befriending or trying to besmirch me in the fetish community? Really? Stories of violence among sadomasochists? Thank you, you'll only be helping my street cred.
Or perhaps a smear attack at my job? Yeah, they don't give a shit as long as I'm not killing, raping or doing anything else while at work. Or maybe a face-to-face at karaoke, or anything else on my public itinerary? See, this is exactky why I don't use Twitter! It's a stalking tool! Plus, if you think being in a public place would prevent me from screaming 'STALKER!' and kicking your ass or pulling a gun on you, you're sadly fucking mistaken.
Maybe....a police warrant? After all, I DID threaten to burn Agent Beryllium's house down on the show, right? Yeah, last time I checked, we're on different coasts and her home is intact. Besides, it was during a performance. Ice T sings about killing cops, yet he plays one on television. Chalk it up to artistic expression not to be taken literally. Plus all those weapons? Right. You mean the ones that are registered, no illegal ammo, explosives, or other contraband. Then I can sue for filing a false police report or harassment. Then I'd have the legal name of everyone involved.
And that brings us to another interesting standpoint. It is my belief, current situation nothwithstanding, that if the current levels of tension continue to rise between our communities, the tension will not cease until someone is brutally harmed, or killed. I wish it weren't the case. I do. And I'd like it to have a more peaceful solution. Otherwise, other people are going to be attacked, their reputations smeared, the venom escalating to actual harm. And on this, the spirit of Martin Luther King Jrs's weekend, let those who seek it find a peaceful resolution. Get the venom out, find those you fear are in danger of their lives or others. Talk to them, get them help. Try making a cessation of hostilities. One day, one moment where all sides can stop the bullshit and let it go. It's the least we could all use.
Of course, if that doesn't work, there's always the other alternative. You see, I had my moments of rage, of anger, of thinking about doing some very stupid, and very illegal things. But I was talked out of them, talked off that ledge. So at this moment, I can honestly say I don't wish to hunt any of the RLSV's. But if any of my associates, any of the ones I care for are threatened, spoken ill of or even looked at cross-eyed, we'll have to see.
And here's the most interesting nugget! Go ahead, link this blog and podcast, report it, use it for evidence if need be. Because that means that despite the imagery, despite all the demands of pointing out exactly which threats were said where, who said that mercy is for the weak and has no place here, all while cowering behind the First Amendment, here's some food for thought. I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble if Poop Knife and Malvado, along with the tactics of their associates like Frank, Eric and Sarah whom Poop Knife named along with Beth, whom Poop Knife used her phone to contact me and is also registered to a Dean Kingcade(whoever that is), Malvado's old gang of violent thugs and everyone else attached to them like Poop Knife's antisemitic friends weren't presenting a real threat. And I dare say in the coming months, if anything were to happen, if any harm came to myself, Malvado or Poop Knife, then ll eyes would be on the surrounding parties. As for Skiffytown, they have been nothing but supportive, trying to prevent violence, while also standing up for what they stand by. And who. So that leaves them out. Mister Jingles...well, I've tried keeping him out of this, but he has a mind of his own, But he also has a family to protect. Thanks for the exposure, Malvado.
That means that all eyes would focus not only on me, the guy with the history of bad moods and suicide, Malvado, the man who was voted Best Villain by Lord Malignance for his contest last year. You actually encouraged him. Yes, that same Lord Malignance preaching that the villains aren't dangerous. Tell that to your trophy winner. Then there's all his associates Ghost of Nixon and Bob the Minion, then there's The Potentate and all of ROACH because you gave them information on their Public Enemy Number One...and Master Legend, plus you both revealed the location and itinerary of me and my roommate on the White Skull's blog. Hey Skull, how does it feel to be used by someone? Again?
Am I prepared to lose my possible career, my friends, my family, my reputation, to stand up to a perceived threat that many RLSH's have befriended? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. You were taken in. They put on a good front. But read their blogs. How does it make you feel? Do you feel the cold of the words, the sting of the dagger, the feeling of something disturbing underneath? Read mine. Do you feel outrage, yet see my perspective and realize all I'm doing is reacting?
And to answer the question...on my terms?
YES.
And here's the irony! I was going to start shifting the show away from the community! I was going to expand it, take it to another level with guests and topics! But the threat brought me back! So motherfuckers, tonight and this weekend, to all that read this, I prepare myself and know that I could very well be under attack, under siege by a very real, physical threat. But sometimes, no matter how much you pray for peace, no matter how great the desire to stop the war that's coming, some fights need to be fought. And here is where I stand my ground. Ready to fight, ready to defend. Ready to die for those I love, ready to kill any who threaten them and myself.
THAT is who I am. No matter what the name. THAT is who I am.
War. Peace. Life. Death. I await your move with loaded gun, sharpened blade, and I can't help but smile. Make the right choice, everyone's watching.
It appears that my premonition that 2011 would be the year things will change, and not necessarily for the better is coming true. Well, I suppose it's how one looks at it. You see folks, good ol' Krampus and his roommate has been stalked for some time. And it's not just about one or two people doing the stalking, oh no. It's also about something else that will be addressed. I'm getting to that.
The Nazi Socialist Party was born from meager beginnings, a devastated people rallying around the belief that they should not be put down or made to feel less than anyone. Mostly because they themselves were led to believe that they were inherently superior, not inferior to those around them. This of course had a history of antisemitism, racism and dabbling into the occult. The belief was that they should be the ones in a position of leadership, with their weaknesses cut, burn or blown away, leaving only the strong. This has led to gangs, violence, wars, countless deaths and atrocities that lesser people cannot fathom, much less stomach. But behind it lies a very seductive, even pleasant thought. The thought is, 'I'm better than you. And I'm going to prove it.'
Enter Poop Knife, a man who has several aliases. Oh by the way PK, we are NOT on first name bases with each other. Get your shit together. Heh, sorry, couldn't resist. Back to my tale. PK entered the community by befriending Master Legend, gaining his trust, finding out his secrets, then revealing the darker portions of his closet to various people, one of whom was The Potentate of ROACH under the name King Nazi. According to Master Legend, this person had an unhealthy fascination with Hitler an his party. And after getting to know this unlovable cunt for several months now, some things have begun to piece together. Oh, did I mention I was a major in psychology and criminal justice? No? Well, it never really needed to come up. But I've used such skills before, profiling potentially criminal and violent mindsets. First The White Skull, former second in command at ROACH, then realizing his own potential for harm, had left the community, returned with the hope of redemption, then falling back to the very people whom he cursed and fretted with, wanting no more association with. I even aided the bastard's leave and disassociation, just to revert to type. Pathetic. I've said it before, I'll say it again: I hope Mrs. Skull is proud of you, next on the potential name change is The White Flip-Flop, followed by a new sandal line just in time for summer. But I digress.
PK has been in fact linked with antisemitic groups himself, and after hearing how he speaks, his heart becomes more obvious. Any apparent prejudice may not be visible with race, though he HAS been fixating on Phoenix Jones a bit lately. Am I aware of any direct attacks against religion? No. Well, except if you count ME. Still, the glaring Nazi moniker in his e-mail doesn't help to put people to rest. No, but in a comic series called The End League, a master genius who was raised by a racist father created an empire. The foundation of superiority over inferiority was still secure, but it was founded on something much more practical: the superiority of intellect. The smarter you were, the better off you'd be. And that's where the resemblance of PK's persona begins to take form.
If you've ever talked to the man, he can be disruptive, belligerent, throwing verbal monkey wrenches into others' conversations. And if you say something he may disagree with, he's quick to turn your own words back upon you. A mastery of the English language, a quick wit, and an eye and ear for searching for vulnerabilities in others. So far I'd say the profile is accurate.
But looking into the RLSH community, perhaps this was where his eye was more quickly drawn with Master Legend. A man with quirks and documented head trauma, PK befriended him, only to reveal his secrets. Was if for the betterment of the community? Or was it more for finding someone so high on a media pedestal and so obviously flawed that the true power behind knowledge is to know how something, or someone works, thereby with little effort, creating the greatest effect? A few words here, some secrets there, a smattering of opinion and prose there, and you have a document. A phrasing, with just the right emphasis of emotion and logic to invoke a response. Huh. guess the lessons he learned from the failed painter with the Charlie Chaplin moustache paid off.
And so, PK mingled with others in the community. Finding their weaknesses, displaying them, joining the RLSV community, gathering information, stalking, cyber-stalking, manipulating perspective, perhaps even following the comic book logic. A hero is only as great as the obstacles they face and overcome. Who were you looking for? The equivalent of the Alexanders? The William Wallaces? The Vlad Tepes'? Who would be worthy to match with with, to prove yourself the better?
It's kinda hard to find anyone of that quality directly. What with the identity spilling Tothians, the glory hounds, the vigilantes, some of the shining examples seem to be on their game. Who would be the best targets to go for? Oh wait, no, the best would be too much of a challenge. After all, it's better to go after one's weaknesses, or turn their own strengths against them.
Enter ME. Good ol' Krampus! Oh, we've jousted verbally back and forth, he lays low after a verbal battle doesn't go his way, his former avenue on Grodd...excuse me, Malvado's show was short lived, even trying to worm his way into my company. Asking permission to call the show while on good behavior, very reminiscent to a vampire asking permission to kill you now that I think about it in hindsight. Writing fanmail, trying to get on the good side of Krampus, perhaps even the man behind the beast. No, no doubt now. That was exactly the intent.
Last year after a return from holiday that, I'll admit it, went less than spectacular, fueled by a rage unleashed from a mixture of over the counter painkillers and sleep aids, Krampus returned to find an attack on the Urban Dictionary definitions posted by good ol' Krampus X. This set me off, reaching into the rage I've known and dealt with for decades, realizing I was prepared to lash out in anger and hate without the proportionate justification. It was a moment of weakness, and knowing how a predator thinks, I see once again in hindsight. Weakness attracts predators. So imagine my surprise when my roommate receives a phone call after a show by PK himself. He and Malvado, both people Krampus has jousted with verbally and in blogs, suddenly asking to go see a movie together? Let's see. Two people in a community known for making verbal attacks, i some cases revealing private information then redacting it quickly, one an antisemite, the other a former gang member with a history of violence, contacting the home number of myself and my roommate, implying they know who I am, PK telling me that it wasn't so hard to track the man behind the Krampus after pursuing a mutual friend, giving advice if I truly wished to be private, knowing that we've had a history of dealings with stalkers, destruction of private property, threats of violence and murder? Suddenly two people on the side opposed to me wants to follow my habits, reach out? All in the guise of friendship?
Needless to say, the answer was no. And moreover, it wasn't the polite way that I was asked, not the contacting my roommate's Myspace, not the presuming to educate me on privacy. It was the intangible. The fever that has built in the community. Both have a history of fitting in with a group of people that despite saying their actions are satirical, not meant to be taken literally despite my seeing the potential harm that could come from their actions. They unsheath their blades of words and information, threaten their prey, then retract it, as if saying "See? It's gone. It never happened, asshole." Or of course, when you use their own words against them, catching them in their own verbal stupidity and escalation, they quickly redact with clever words, explanations, 'reminders' of their less than dangerous stance. Essentially prettier versions of saying "What had happened was...what I meant was...Just kidding...I'll take it down." And after you make you stand, shortly afterward, they strike at you again, then retreating behind the specific articles of regulations, rules, laws and methods of enforcement. I realized all too recently what they all are.
The entire RLSV community... are rules lawyers! For those unfamiliar with role playing terminology, rules lawyers are those people who memorize every table, rule, clause, limitation and are able to dictate verbatim in some cases why things in the game should work one way, when the game master says another, be it for flavor text, for expanding the story, for dramatic reason or some other reason. The rules lawyers are the intellectual power gamers, the ones that use and abuse every loophole under the sun to get their way. With this epiphany, suddenly I understood the mindset of virtually ALL RLSV's I've ever encountered that were nothing but repositories of negativity, the ones who never genuinely lifted a finger to aid another human being or animal. These are the people who for all intents and purpopses, despite their claims to being vigilant against the RLSH's by antithesis, are using the rules and laws as nothing more than shields, probing the fences, searching the limits, waiting to strike and cross the lines, then cover themselves with excuses, rules and fear of litigation. They think they actually have a license to cyber-bully ad harass others.
Every fucking one of them that I've encountered, from ROACH to the non-members like Poop Knife, Malvado, Lord Malignance and his lackeys. They all hide behind the absurd, strike while claiming their attacks mean nothing, then whisk away the evidence or sweep it away under the blanket of intent. Kinda like John Wayne Gacy played the clown while he was luring buys to his home to torture, rape and kill them. Perhaps this is where the saying arose that it's not rape if you yell 'Surprise!' first.
Now, I've been looking in on these pathetic contradictions for quite some time now. But even before that, I knew the heart of evil, of terror, of threats and fear. I know of anger, rage, vengeance, the sadistic pleasure giving into all of your wrath can be. For decades, the man behind the Krampus has battled depression, suicide, the desire to throw everything away because the world was pathetic, that hopes meant nothing despite the talent one may have, and how fragile that which you love can be in one's life before something crashes, destroys, rapes, takes away and shatters your soul into a thousand shards, NEVER to be picked up and reforged. But still, I struggled. The friends I'd found renewed me, began to bring me out of the dark, the suicidal, the homicidal. They reminded me of the hope I'd lost, of the positive despite the pit in your soul. That the good does exist, that despite whatever deity you follow, or the shattering realization that the IS no God, the good and bad all exist. And the good is worth fighting for. The people are worth fighting for. And with that, the lessons learned from the depths can be channeled, exorcised, used as metaphors, fiction to vent and purge so that you can enjoy the good again. So yes. I knew exactly how fragile some can be. And how unworthy they are of having the ugly, bitter, heartless truth of the world's brutality, the hate, the dark threatening to swallow them. I knew that if all else failed, I knew what I was capable of. How far I'd go. To what lengths I'd stride to protect the ones I dared to care for.
And then ROACH accused DC's Guardian of being everything from a bad father to a pedophile.
The rest, as they say, is history. I dare say in my many jousts that there are two constants in the RLSV community, and the ROACHES along with its forum fringes. One, they love to talk shit about RLSH's while seeing how much they can get away with, and they LOVE to hate ME! With that said, let me go back to the invitation of PK and Malvado.
Two people, part of the same community that would love to destroy me, who, by hiding behind the rules and laws they covet as an umbrella, love to intimidate, belittle, threaten in ways of revealing information, insult, demean, bully, all the while every renewed attack, and yes, I mean attack, becomes escalated. Everything builds stronger, greater, all while retracting the second they feel responsible eyes are upon them. All of this, followed by the two in the community who are geographically closest to me, who love to mindfuck, two that I've had little positive interaction with, one a history of manipulation, the other a history of violence, together and wishing to be in a public area while getting to know me priately, all while waiting for my guard to be let down?
Do you really think this would not be a palpable threat? You'd be an idiot to trust those unworthy of it. Besides, coming to my home, learning all they can to use against me and those I care for? Becoming at the very least, stalkerazzi? No. So they were told no, and that I implied how VERY BAD of an idea 'twould be if we were to meet face to face.
Then the assaults began. Malvado and Poop Knife tag teaming, Malvado, thinking himself so clever, one night after a slip of the tongue by a friend, revealed a glimmer, a loophole to exploit. I had warned Crossfire if he outed my identity, it would be a declaration of war. He never did, but Malvado capitalized on this, revealing the identity of a good friend. With all the rhetoric, hostility, animosity, and the very palpable, if not intangible anger between us all, such actions are known to be taboo in the community. Revealing someone's personal information is a no-no. Oh, but there are loopholes. If one appears to be a danger to another, such could be revealed in the name of public safety. Thus the identity of PK was revealed. But with this, an innocent whose slip of the tongue? They couldn't blame Malvado, could they?
Actually, yes. Malvado, the actions of both you and Poop Knife, were seen as a threat. A threat to someone I cared for. And though it was never spoken aloud, the result was still the same. I took this action as a declaration of war. A sign, a break of honor that after Zetaman's attack on his property and 'alleged' involvement with ROACH, this constituted a very real threat. And I DO NOT TOLERATE THREATS.
So. Now the sign was given. 'We know who you are, where you live, we can do anything to you we want. After all, we're not dangerous. The disclaimer says so.' You know, you trilobites were slightly more impressive before I saw through you. There are those who use the letters of the law not to use in the sake of justice, not for fair play, not to level the playing field, but those that use the letter of the law as shields, as weapons, and canopies to hide behind. Then there are those who follow the spirit of the law, the heart, the intangibles that we try to put into words, to allow justice, to keep people from harm or fear. And yes, sometimes use the intimidation of penalties to enforce it. But when others hide behind the law and claim to be untouchable, much like the rules lawyers I've discussed here, there are only so many options you have. You can fight within the law, you can work to change the law, as the Nazis did when they took power, or as many civil rights advocates have to liberate others, and other options are variations of a theme. But then, there's the most unpredictable part, one which rules lawyers have no power.
Change the game, change the rules.
You see ladies and gentlemen, Malvado recently spoke the name of the man behind the Krampus on his blog. Since then, he's posted a photograph alongside another friend, said some stupid rape slogan, then took it down. For the second time, the first revealed to a friend and I have photographic proof of this as a screen capture, Malvado, after working up the frenzy and letting me know that I was the target for an attack, took the post and photo down, then posted on his blog that he was ill, given to rage and violence, also knowing that his actions could lead to his death, or the death of others. He claims to be going away for help.
I could swear I've heard this before...oh yeah, White Skull said the exact same thing before going on holiday, posing as a repentant good guy, then reverting to type. The man outed a friend, then targeted ME, admitted that he was a real and dangerous threat, justifying my anger, and now wishes to play on whatever pity I have left?
NO. There is no more. If it is real, then he'd better get help. But I doubt it. I firmly doubt it. In fact, I have every right to believe that this is a trick, and I believe that both Poop Knife and Malvado have been conspiring to escalate the animosity and attack ME, putting my roommate and other innocents at risk! So, no. Despite the verbal slings and arrows, I have made it clear. If I perceive a threat coming toward myself or any I care for. I will NOT hesitate to use lethal force. And to back it up, I reminded them not to fuck with someone with a past of suicidal depression. If this is a trick, if either of them comes near me, I will interpret that as a very real threat, and will see whose death wish is stronger, HIS or MINE.
Then the statute of cyber-bullying was thrown in my face. The most insulting part of it was the implication. That simply by wielding the law, that Poop Knife was an innocent in all this.
NO. As I've said, he seems to personify the very nature of the Nazi fascism in a new way, one that the majority of RLSV's all mimic. They are cyber-attacking rules lawyers who are given to escalation, then cover-up and deceit, all while hiding behind the law. The refuge for criminals, drug dealers, terrorists at war tribunals...oh by the way Skull. Shut the fuck up about the hissy fit when I compared you to Jared Lee Loughner. Comparing you with a man who, despite the horrific acts he perpetrated, got off his ass and did something as opposed to bitching on a blog? Take the fucking compliment.
OOoohhhh. Can you feel that? The insult, the arrogance! The turnaround! How could I possibly defend myself while joking about murder? Obviously, you don't know me at all. But you will. I have never, not once on this blog, shirked away from or implied less than my capacity for violence, sadism and murder. In many cases, it was exaggerated. But still others, when push comes to shove, when the law becomes a weapon pointed at me instead of leveling the playing field, when all the right, legal and just ways are exhausted, I know I am capable of brutality, of vengeance. Of dark deeds that would make Cthulu cower. But I balance it, using what I know of that mindset, knowing there's a way around and above it. To use it to search for others capable of the same acts on the edges of imagination and sanity, but without my compass, without the same control. So yes, beneath it all, under the hope, the struggle, the defending who and what I care for, I know. I am capable of the things written of and portrayed in true crime and horror stories. So when it comes to profiling the dangerous, perhaps it takes the one inside me to know one when it is seen.
I saw it with The Potentate when he nearly destroyed the reputation of one friend and joked about a gas attack, threatening even more. I saw it in White Skull, who had the training, mindset and profile to carry out actual harm. I saw it with Malvado, which now all of you see. And most important, I believe I see it with Poop Knife, someone using the letter of the law to hide behind, and to wield as a weapon, pushing those closer to the edge while making sure he's not caught. After all, why do your own dirty work when you can use others as pawns?
By now, PK has done a great deal of probing, scouring the internet on myself and my roommate, disseminating the information to people as his Myspace profile Free Information suggests. So some people are beginning to find out more about the man behind the Krampus. Still others will be shocked, friendships lost, still other bonds will grow stronger. Someone who is masterful at manipulating, deceiving and threatening others by revealing secrets is a representation of every palpable threat that lies between the words, behind them in intent. As we speak, he's learning everything about me, preparing to use it and to attack more of my friends, inside and outside of the community. Because that's what they do.
I'm sure he's pulling up blogs, stories, thread posts, preparing to unleash a smear campaign, perhaps trying to intimidate me into silence.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!
Oh gee, someone striving for a place in entertainment, not prepared to have his identity revealed? Secrets exposed? Shigger please. I'm surprised it took you this long. But still, the fact remains. It's the intent behind it that makes it a threat. Read the blogs of Malvado, Poop Knife, Lord Malignance and his minions, and all others connected to ROACH, like Black Sun, who was kicked out for glorifying the attack on Zetaman's vehicle, even admitting that he was hoping ROACH would take things to the next level. So like it or not, despite all the rhetoric and warnings, ROACH does in fact, attract and encourage others to perform harmful acts. And it's only growing. It's always escalating. Just like I've said from the beginning!
Oh, let's see if we can see the next plans of attack. Using my history to discredit me, turning me into a monster and unfit character to be around children? A greater threat to harm the Skiffytown League of Heroes!!??
Oh for fuck's sake. They already know. They know about my connection and activities within the adult and fetish community. They know all about the heights and depths of my sexual promiscuity. They also know about my violent mind. Writer! And they know I can keep that out of the faces of the kids. So....what's the problem? You still want to use me as a weapon against them? I was prepared to separate myself from them officially years ago should anything I do threaten the heart of the charity. But you know what? They're still my friends. They care for me, and I them. So that wouldn't change. Plus, it'd be considered another attack on my friends.
Ooooo, perhaps befriending or trying to besmirch me in the fetish community? Really? Stories of violence among sadomasochists? Thank you, you'll only be helping my street cred.
Or perhaps a smear attack at my job? Yeah, they don't give a shit as long as I'm not killing, raping or doing anything else while at work. Or maybe a face-to-face at karaoke, or anything else on my public itinerary? See, this is exactky why I don't use Twitter! It's a stalking tool! Plus, if you think being in a public place would prevent me from screaming 'STALKER!' and kicking your ass or pulling a gun on you, you're sadly fucking mistaken.
Maybe....a police warrant? After all, I DID threaten to burn Agent Beryllium's house down on the show, right? Yeah, last time I checked, we're on different coasts and her home is intact. Besides, it was during a performance. Ice T sings about killing cops, yet he plays one on television. Chalk it up to artistic expression not to be taken literally. Plus all those weapons? Right. You mean the ones that are registered, no illegal ammo, explosives, or other contraband. Then I can sue for filing a false police report or harassment. Then I'd have the legal name of everyone involved.
And that brings us to another interesting standpoint. It is my belief, current situation nothwithstanding, that if the current levels of tension continue to rise between our communities, the tension will not cease until someone is brutally harmed, or killed. I wish it weren't the case. I do. And I'd like it to have a more peaceful solution. Otherwise, other people are going to be attacked, their reputations smeared, the venom escalating to actual harm. And on this, the spirit of Martin Luther King Jrs's weekend, let those who seek it find a peaceful resolution. Get the venom out, find those you fear are in danger of their lives or others. Talk to them, get them help. Try making a cessation of hostilities. One day, one moment where all sides can stop the bullshit and let it go. It's the least we could all use.
Of course, if that doesn't work, there's always the other alternative. You see, I had my moments of rage, of anger, of thinking about doing some very stupid, and very illegal things. But I was talked out of them, talked off that ledge. So at this moment, I can honestly say I don't wish to hunt any of the RLSV's. But if any of my associates, any of the ones I care for are threatened, spoken ill of or even looked at cross-eyed, we'll have to see.
And here's the most interesting nugget! Go ahead, link this blog and podcast, report it, use it for evidence if need be. Because that means that despite the imagery, despite all the demands of pointing out exactly which threats were said where, who said that mercy is for the weak and has no place here, all while cowering behind the First Amendment, here's some food for thought. I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble if Poop Knife and Malvado, along with the tactics of their associates like Frank, Eric and Sarah whom Poop Knife named along with Beth, whom Poop Knife used her phone to contact me and is also registered to a Dean Kingcade(whoever that is), Malvado's old gang of violent thugs and everyone else attached to them like Poop Knife's antisemitic friends weren't presenting a real threat. And I dare say in the coming months, if anything were to happen, if any harm came to myself, Malvado or Poop Knife, then ll eyes would be on the surrounding parties. As for Skiffytown, they have been nothing but supportive, trying to prevent violence, while also standing up for what they stand by. And who. So that leaves them out. Mister Jingles...well, I've tried keeping him out of this, but he has a mind of his own, But he also has a family to protect. Thanks for the exposure, Malvado.
That means that all eyes would focus not only on me, the guy with the history of bad moods and suicide, Malvado, the man who was voted Best Villain by Lord Malignance for his contest last year. You actually encouraged him. Yes, that same Lord Malignance preaching that the villains aren't dangerous. Tell that to your trophy winner. Then there's all his associates Ghost of Nixon and Bob the Minion, then there's The Potentate and all of ROACH because you gave them information on their Public Enemy Number One...and Master Legend, plus you both revealed the location and itinerary of me and my roommate on the White Skull's blog. Hey Skull, how does it feel to be used by someone? Again?
Am I prepared to lose my possible career, my friends, my family, my reputation, to stand up to a perceived threat that many RLSH's have befriended? Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. You were taken in. They put on a good front. But read their blogs. How does it make you feel? Do you feel the cold of the words, the sting of the dagger, the feeling of something disturbing underneath? Read mine. Do you feel outrage, yet see my perspective and realize all I'm doing is reacting?
And to answer the question...on my terms?
YES.
And here's the irony! I was going to start shifting the show away from the community! I was going to expand it, take it to another level with guests and topics! But the threat brought me back! So motherfuckers, tonight and this weekend, to all that read this, I prepare myself and know that I could very well be under attack, under siege by a very real, physical threat. But sometimes, no matter how much you pray for peace, no matter how great the desire to stop the war that's coming, some fights need to be fought. And here is where I stand my ground. Ready to fight, ready to defend. Ready to die for those I love, ready to kill any who threaten them and myself.
THAT is who I am. No matter what the name. THAT is who I am.
War. Peace. Life. Death. I await your move with loaded gun, sharpened blade, and I can't help but smile. Make the right choice, everyone's watching.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Razing Arizona
By now, I've no doubt you've all heard of the tragedy of the shooting in Tucson Arizona this weekend. Six people dead, including a judge and a nine year old girl. Fourteen wounded, including Representative Gabrielle Giffords. The suspect apprehended is 22 year old Jared Lee Loughner. Three people wrestled him to the ground, including an elderly woman who was able to keep Loughner from reloading his Glock 18, a semi-automatic pistol with a clip capable of holding 33 rounds of 9 mm. ammunition. Authorities are not only planning on charging Loughner with murder and attempted murder, but for terrorism. Police and federal agents are also looking for a second suspect who may have worked with Loughner. This was a tragedy, and people wish those still alive make a full recovery.
Now it's time for the fun parts!
Have you seen this pathetic man-cunt? Shaving his head with a shit eating grin, but I suppose it's better and far more intimidating than his Billy Squire 'do.
Oh my fucking Krampus! He looks like Jason Mewes on a bender! But NOOOO, he couldn't be inspired enough to go the Travis Bickle route and leave a patch to shine shoes with in prison, much less his to wipe his new boyfriend's dick off with. And it looks like he's had issues in the past. Rejected by the Army after flunking a drug test and was considered so mentally unstable that he was banned from his college campus, where officials considered him a threat to other students and faculty. Yet, still he was able to purchase a gun at a sporting goods store, plot and plan to kill the Representative, and the rest is history. Gee whiz folks, he flunked out of being in the Army, and still was able to constitute a danger to people. At least White Skull was a veteran and fit much of the same psych profile as this douchestain, which was why I told the San Diego Comic Con about his possible involvement in The Potentate's threat of unleashing poison gas there. After all, San Diego is 'his city', so if anyone was going to fuck up anything there, it's him. And yet, in hindsight, giving him the benefit of the doubt of being a palpable threat, it turns out that history may remember him as being threateningly flacid. At worst, a poser. A wannabe Loughner. Gods, that's pathetic.
By the way, you wanted me to use your name in my blogs again. You're welcome. I'm sure Mrs. Skull appreciates you going back on your word and into your old recliner 'o doom.
And now, they've found paperwork and other paraphernalia showing that Loughner had been planning this attack for some time, so whoever his accomplice is a fellow conspirator. Police found paperwork labeled 'assassination'.
Seriously? You left a Scooby-Doo sized clue for anyone breaking into your house(with a warrant, hint hint) to find? Oh, this is fucking hysterical! Jared, you shaved your head, plotted this spree, wrote in big letters detailing your plan, then you get taken down by two guys and a granny. Pathetic. Not even worth a mention as a guest villain in a fourth rate comic book. You deserved to get caught, and congratulations on the health care you'll be getting behind bars for shooting a child. By health care, I mean getting the new fish treatment, then ending up in the infirmary if you survive, then await your eventual trial and execution. Dumb fuck.
Let's examine further his possible rationale and methodology. He planned to kill the Rep in public, and commit carnage for reasons yet unrevealed. He had three clips of ammo for his Glock, he emptied 33 shots from one clip, killing six, wounding fourteen. That's twenty wounded or dead from thirty-three shots. You know what I call that? FUCKING AMATEUR! Compensating for lack of any actual aim by spraying bullets? 20 out of 33, that's what, a grade of 58? F minus! And here's where it gets even more fucked, you bought a semi-automatic. You could have bought a submachine gun that had greater ammunition capacity, then find plans on the internet or a gun show to modify it to full auto. Not doing the work, not buying the right tool for the job? Sloppy. F minus.
But it's the Scooby-Doo shit that gets me. You unload, don't prepare to go hand to hand with anyone around you, counting on fear to keep people at bay. You're at a political rally in Arizona and the reaction is called FIGHT or flight. You had a grandmother keep you from reloading your obviously compensating Glock. Seriously, it rhymes with cock! Your subconscious betrayed you, dipshit! And a grandmother figure cock-blocked you! You get to live the rest of your pathetically short life knowing you were foiled by the equivalent of Nana walking in on you masturbating in the bathroom! Of course, the two guys tackling you helped, but still. You were stopped whacking by Nana. Fucking loser!
Oh Jared, Jared, Jared. Now, I in no way endorse the fuck nor wish to inspire anyone else into performing such heinous acts. But I've already been fantasizing this weekend on several other scenarios that would make your little attack look like a temper tantrum. I know we have yet to hear about your reasonings, but you have to have more imagination and preparedness if you're going to commit acts of violence. For example, simply hypothetical. Let's say the object of your hate spouts off bile and you wish to silence them. Fine. Get a larger caliber gun, get closer if possible, then shoot the jaw off. If you symbolically take away the mouth of the person that upsets you, and literally decimate it so they look like the girl in The Grudge, that's going to leave an impression psychologically on people. The more horrific the act, the greater the likeliness that those that would attack you wouldn't due to the psychological effect. And seriously, what did this woman ever do to you? Did she hit close to home, were her words attacking you or those close to you? What? I know one of the smartest things you could have done was to invoke your Fifth Amendment rights and shut the fuck up, but eventually the story will come out, and the spin is going to be murder. Oh wait, no, that's what your sentence is going to be.
Truly, it's a good thing this pathetic excuse for DNA was prevented from harming anyone else. he could have had more military training or hunting, he could be a sadist torturing animals for desensitization. Of course, time will tell as the story unfolds. Jared Lee Loughner, you are a pathetic excuse for a human being. You're the example that with seven billion humans, quality decreases as quantity increases. All you would have needed would be a single bullet, hollow point preferably to put into your skull and save the world the expense of your trial. Or even better, you could have opened your mouth and talked to someone! I can't tell you how many times discussing, venting, speaking to someone about the growing darkness within can help to purge it and get to the cause of the problems. Also thanks to DC's Guardian for the chat yesterday, I believe it was mutually beneficial. But an attempted execution and act of terror, the likes of which I've been warning people of for some time now I might add, have been ceased before more harm could be caused. But the takedown, the wasted ammunition, the firearm being more of convenience than dedication, all makes you a grade F Minus loser. And yet, despite all the negative marks, you had more conviction to carry out your thoughts than every RLSV I've ever met or heard of combined. Hell, even moreso than some of the darker RLSH acting like vigilantes. Only in commitment, of the act, not dedication to finding and controlling your own demons nor channeling it into something positive. Couldn't you have at least screamed "Don't close our border!" or "Leave the immigrants alone!" while you were pulling out your gun?
I wonder if it's too early to book a seat for the execution...
Now it's time for the fun parts!
Have you seen this pathetic man-cunt? Shaving his head with a shit eating grin, but I suppose it's better and far more intimidating than his Billy Squire 'do.
Oh my fucking Krampus! He looks like Jason Mewes on a bender! But NOOOO, he couldn't be inspired enough to go the Travis Bickle route and leave a patch to shine shoes with in prison, much less his to wipe his new boyfriend's dick off with. And it looks like he's had issues in the past. Rejected by the Army after flunking a drug test and was considered so mentally unstable that he was banned from his college campus, where officials considered him a threat to other students and faculty. Yet, still he was able to purchase a gun at a sporting goods store, plot and plan to kill the Representative, and the rest is history. Gee whiz folks, he flunked out of being in the Army, and still was able to constitute a danger to people. At least White Skull was a veteran and fit much of the same psych profile as this douchestain, which was why I told the San Diego Comic Con about his possible involvement in The Potentate's threat of unleashing poison gas there. After all, San Diego is 'his city', so if anyone was going to fuck up anything there, it's him. And yet, in hindsight, giving him the benefit of the doubt of being a palpable threat, it turns out that history may remember him as being threateningly flacid. At worst, a poser. A wannabe Loughner. Gods, that's pathetic.
By the way, you wanted me to use your name in my blogs again. You're welcome. I'm sure Mrs. Skull appreciates you going back on your word and into your old recliner 'o doom.
And now, they've found paperwork and other paraphernalia showing that Loughner had been planning this attack for some time, so whoever his accomplice is a fellow conspirator. Police found paperwork labeled 'assassination'.
Seriously? You left a Scooby-Doo sized clue for anyone breaking into your house(with a warrant, hint hint) to find? Oh, this is fucking hysterical! Jared, you shaved your head, plotted this spree, wrote in big letters detailing your plan, then you get taken down by two guys and a granny. Pathetic. Not even worth a mention as a guest villain in a fourth rate comic book. You deserved to get caught, and congratulations on the health care you'll be getting behind bars for shooting a child. By health care, I mean getting the new fish treatment, then ending up in the infirmary if you survive, then await your eventual trial and execution. Dumb fuck.
Let's examine further his possible rationale and methodology. He planned to kill the Rep in public, and commit carnage for reasons yet unrevealed. He had three clips of ammo for his Glock, he emptied 33 shots from one clip, killing six, wounding fourteen. That's twenty wounded or dead from thirty-three shots. You know what I call that? FUCKING AMATEUR! Compensating for lack of any actual aim by spraying bullets? 20 out of 33, that's what, a grade of 58? F minus! And here's where it gets even more fucked, you bought a semi-automatic. You could have bought a submachine gun that had greater ammunition capacity, then find plans on the internet or a gun show to modify it to full auto. Not doing the work, not buying the right tool for the job? Sloppy. F minus.
But it's the Scooby-Doo shit that gets me. You unload, don't prepare to go hand to hand with anyone around you, counting on fear to keep people at bay. You're at a political rally in Arizona and the reaction is called FIGHT or flight. You had a grandmother keep you from reloading your obviously compensating Glock. Seriously, it rhymes with cock! Your subconscious betrayed you, dipshit! And a grandmother figure cock-blocked you! You get to live the rest of your pathetically short life knowing you were foiled by the equivalent of Nana walking in on you masturbating in the bathroom! Of course, the two guys tackling you helped, but still. You were stopped whacking by Nana. Fucking loser!
Oh Jared, Jared, Jared. Now, I in no way endorse the fuck nor wish to inspire anyone else into performing such heinous acts. But I've already been fantasizing this weekend on several other scenarios that would make your little attack look like a temper tantrum. I know we have yet to hear about your reasonings, but you have to have more imagination and preparedness if you're going to commit acts of violence. For example, simply hypothetical. Let's say the object of your hate spouts off bile and you wish to silence them. Fine. Get a larger caliber gun, get closer if possible, then shoot the jaw off. If you symbolically take away the mouth of the person that upsets you, and literally decimate it so they look like the girl in The Grudge, that's going to leave an impression psychologically on people. The more horrific the act, the greater the likeliness that those that would attack you wouldn't due to the psychological effect. And seriously, what did this woman ever do to you? Did she hit close to home, were her words attacking you or those close to you? What? I know one of the smartest things you could have done was to invoke your Fifth Amendment rights and shut the fuck up, but eventually the story will come out, and the spin is going to be murder. Oh wait, no, that's what your sentence is going to be.
Truly, it's a good thing this pathetic excuse for DNA was prevented from harming anyone else. he could have had more military training or hunting, he could be a sadist torturing animals for desensitization. Of course, time will tell as the story unfolds. Jared Lee Loughner, you are a pathetic excuse for a human being. You're the example that with seven billion humans, quality decreases as quantity increases. All you would have needed would be a single bullet, hollow point preferably to put into your skull and save the world the expense of your trial. Or even better, you could have opened your mouth and talked to someone! I can't tell you how many times discussing, venting, speaking to someone about the growing darkness within can help to purge it and get to the cause of the problems. Also thanks to DC's Guardian for the chat yesterday, I believe it was mutually beneficial. But an attempted execution and act of terror, the likes of which I've been warning people of for some time now I might add, have been ceased before more harm could be caused. But the takedown, the wasted ammunition, the firearm being more of convenience than dedication, all makes you a grade F Minus loser. And yet, despite all the negative marks, you had more conviction to carry out your thoughts than every RLSV I've ever met or heard of combined. Hell, even moreso than some of the darker RLSH acting like vigilantes. Only in commitment, of the act, not dedication to finding and controlling your own demons nor channeling it into something positive. Couldn't you have at least screamed "Don't close our border!" or "Leave the immigrants alone!" while you were pulling out your gun?
I wonder if it's too early to book a seat for the execution...
Friday, January 7, 2011
Random thoughts of evil
Remember folks, Krampus punishes, beats, tortures, kidnaps, slays and kills the wicked. But Krampus doesn't sexually harass, molest or rapes them. That's what medium and above quality cunts are for.
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