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Time goes by so slowly for those who wait...

  • Sometimes the simplest is the bestest.
  • Where I am, nearly a month later...
  • In loving and eternal memory of Ingrid Fullington:...
  • The Price Is Right: September 4, 1972-July 17, 200...
  • Only another year older?
  • Oh boy.
  • Somehow, someway, I'm still here
  • Yes, I'm still alive
  • Another one in the books...
  • Out with the old, in with the new.. Or something.


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    In loving and eternal memory of Ingrid Fullington. I'll love you always and forever, my Beautiful Goddess.

    Thursday, December 29, 2005
     
    A look back at ***5, which mercifully is almost over
    Phenomenon Of The Year: The comeback of, well, ME - who proved there is life after American Life

    Honorable mention: Howard Stern putting the nail in the coffin of terrestrial radio. BABA BOOEY!

    Biggest Debacle Of The Year: FEMA's handling of Katrina. Does the government even give a shit anymore unless it involves corporations or war?

    Dishonorable Mentions: George W. Bush, the continuing mass murder in Iraq, Terrell Owens, Debbie "Do as I say, not as I do" Gibson, Congress being more obsessed with investigating sports than investigating real shit, the FCC

    Most Amusing News Story Of The Year: Pat O'Brien, whose drug abuse and sexual harassment inspired the most amusing blog of the year, I'm Stuck In Rehab With Pat O'Brien.

    Honorable mention: The video game playing granny who cusses up a storm.

    Craziest thing I did in ***5: Dragging myself to Los Angeles to finally attend a taping of The Price Is Right, after a 26 year wait

    Honorable mentions: Dying my hair BLONDE (it's naturally dark blonde/light brown), turning 30, trying to quit smoking (which at the rate it took the other Madonna to do so, I should be successful in 2011)

    Artist Of The Year: Ummm.. This is a tough one. Been around for 22 years, causes controversy, into Kabbalah... Oh, yeah... Madonna!

    Honorable Mentions: The Rolling Stones (still kick ass live), Paul McCartney (kick-ass performance at the Super Bowl halftime show)

    Worst Artist Of The Year (TIE): Jessica Simpson. You will pay for desecrating "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'"! And Big & Rich? You will pay for desecrating "Like A Virgin"!

    Dishonorable Mentions: Shania Twain, Eminem, Christina Aguilera, Gwen "Sellout" Stefani, Lindsey Lohan, Mariah Carey, Kelly Osbourne, Britney Spears, all boy bands and/or any solo acts from any of their members, and nearly all of today's rock and alternative bands that sound the same - even sounding like the have the same lead singer

    Song Of The Year: Every little thing that she says or does... I'm "Hung Up", I'm "Hung Up" on Madge

    Honorable mentions: Ummm.. The rest of Confessions On A Dance Floor

    Worst Song Of The Year (TIE): "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'" by Jessica Simpson, "Like A Virgin" by Big & Rich

    Dishonorable mentions: Chances are if it's mainstream and on the charts, it STILL sucks.

    Album Of The Year: Confessions On A Dance Floor by Madonna

    Honorable Mention: Surely you jest...

    Worst Album Of The Year: This is a tough one, with so many clunkers to choose from.. I'll have to go with The Emancipation Of Mimi by Mariah Carey, just because I've been sick of Mariah's overrated music, overgrown ego and her hype for a long time.

    Dishonorable mention: 95% of the albums released this year..

    TV Series Of The Year: The Price Is Right. Just two months ago, I was ready to hand this to South Park again - especially after the Katrina episode. That changed, however - not because South Park's price was wrong, it just wasn't the closest without going over.

    Honorable Mentions: South Park, Jeopardy!

    Worst Series Of The Year: Reality TV. Take your pick. Chaotic, Survivor, Fear Factor, The Swan, Amazing Race, American Idol, The Apprentice, the list goes on and on and on... And stop me if you've heard this before - like last year! (Sorry, reality shows will get this every year until they cease to exist)

    Dishonorable Mention: Just about anything else on network television...

    Game Show Host Of The Year: You have to ask?

    Honorable mention: Alex Trebek, who surprised me by doing a fine job with the Ultimate Tournament Of Champions

    Worst Game Show Host Of The Year: Ryan Seacrest - if you can call American Idol a game show. Regardless, Seacrest sucks. Seacrest out? Yeah, get out already!

    Game Show Moment Of The Year: May 23-25 - the Finals of Jeopardy!'s Ultimate Tournament Of Champions

    Game Show Moment Of The YEARS: 34 years later, Bob Barker is like a Timex - he just keeps on ticking...

    Best Moment Of The Year: November 16, ***5. THE PRICE IS RIGHT, BITCH!

    Honorable mention: May 27 - the big 3-0

    Worst Moment Of The Year: August 29, ***5 - when my father was told he has Alzheimer's.

    Drunkest I Got In ***5: Hasn't happened... yet. That'll be in about 72 hours.

    Favorite Thing To Collect In ***5: My nice, new collection of Madonna T-Shirts and posters, not to mention added a few more pairs to the boot collection

    Renewed Passion Of ***5: Last year, of course, it was Madonna - whom I hadn't been a huge fan of since 1988 until last summer.

    This year? It is, of course, The Price Is Right.

    I had lost interest in recent years, with the game being rushed and too many clueless contestants. But that all changed after finally attending a taping in person.

    The price once again is right, bitch!

    Phrase Of The Year: For the first time in three years, there is a new saying of the year... "THE PRICE IS RIGHT, BITCH!"

    Honorable Mentions: "Oh my god! They killed Kenny!", "Are you fucking ready, London!", "Baba Booey", "YOU'RE WINNER!"

    Friends I'm Grateful For In ***5: Ann, Alane, Robert, Eric and his family, Ginger, Sydney, Mike F., Ed, Libby, Rob, Chris, Daria, Krissie, Jenn, Esther (when are we going to find your man?), Mike M., Michelle, Sufwatt, Mike (AKA KS), Gary, Candice, Susan, and Stefanie.

    People I Need To Get To Know Better In 2006: KS, my father (whom I've never known as well as I should)

    Hopes For 2006: World peace (just like every year), corporations that quit fucking over people for bigger profits, a music industry that quits fucking artists and fans and ruining music, a real head coach for the Rams, a World Series for the Cubs

    Phrases I'd Like To Never Hear In 2006:

    2005 (which you will never again see me type. EVER!)
    Terrell Owens
    Paris Hilton
    President Bush
    Rams coach Mike Martz
    FEMA
    FCC
    Preemptive Strike
    Stay the course
    War On Terror
    Fontana, California
    Britney Spears
    Jessica and Nick (or either one of them seperately)
    Governor Schwarzenegger
    All-time home run leader Barry Bonds
    Super Bowl Champion New England Patriots
    The return on Ron Artest
    Michael jordon
    And now, here's the star of The Price Is Right, (someone not named Bob Barker)!

    Gone But Not Forgotten In ***5: Doris Bertsch, James Doohan, Pat Morita, Eddie Guerrero, Terri Schiavo, Rosa Parks, Ralph Edwards, Paul Hester, Debralee Scott, Luther Vandross, Vincent Schiavelli, Rod Price, Richard Pryor, Peter Jennings, Hunter S. Thompson, Bob Denver, John Vernon, Frank Gorshin, Brock Peters, Johnny Carson, Shirley Chisholm, George Mikan, Nipsey Russell, John Delorean, James Stockdale, Don Adams, Paul Winchell, Chris Schenkel, Barbara Bel Geddes, Hank Stram, Ossie Davis, Wellington Mara, Eugene McCarthy, William Proxmire, Robert Wise, Eddie Albert, Max Schmeling, Ted "Double Day" Ratcliffe (at 103!), Charles Rocket, John Fiedler, Al Lopez, Gene Mauch, Sam Mills, Vic Power, Mickey Owen, Reggie Roby

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    Sunday, December 25, 2005
     
    May today be special for everyone...
    Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanza, Happy Festivus, or just a special day for whatever you may be celebrating today.

    And if you're not celebrating? Then a Happy December 25th to you!

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    Friday, December 23, 2005
     
    Barkerisms of the Week - Christmas edition!
    Sadly, Maddy missed today's episode (I overslept. I need Tivo badly!), but that didn't keep Bob from giving us plenty of pearls of wisdom in the first four shows of the week.

    "Sean has been down here since the start of the show." Denise, standing next to Sean on Contestant's Row, laughs. "What are you laughing at? You've been here as long as he has!" - Bob, teasing a couple of contestants who were among the first four to "come on down", and couldn't get on stage.

    "I feel like Scrooge!" - Bob, after Denise does win her way up on stage, plays One Away for a Pontiac, and loses.

    "She really doesn't know if she's coming or going!" - Bob, after Gay mixes up while playing Coming Or Going (she lost playing for a trip to Zurich)

    Sean, though, would be fodder for more laughs. This took place just before the last game of the day:

    Bob: "Is there something you'd like to say?"
    Sean: "Uhhh... Hmmm... Ummm...."
    Bob: "I thought that was very interesting!"

    Wedesday gave us more fun from Contestant's Row:

    Haywood (a wreslting coach who was called to come on down, ran down, and was gasping for breath when he made it): "Is there a doctor in the house?
    Bob: "Is there a doctor in the house? Is there a nurse in the house?!"

    Bob, after Dennis bids $2 on an item up for bids on Thursday: "I hope you didn't overbid!"

    On the last item up for bids that day:

    Dennis: "2 and a half thousand! I mean, $2,500."
    Bob: "Don't make this anymore difficult than it already is!"

    "That has to go all the way around! Booooo! Booooo! Boooooo! Now give it another spin!" - Bob, after Paul's wimpy second spin on Thursday (after giving it a mighty spin and stopping on 90 cents on his first). I'm glad Bob is keeping his promise to boo contestants for wimpy spins...

    This week's Barkerism Of The Week? From Monday's show...

    Nina is wearing a shirt that says "My dog is neutered, and I've been spayed!". Bob brings this shirt to America's attention, then says "That's your choice, Nina, that isn't what I told you to do! I tell you to have your pets spayed or neutered!"

    Could this lead to a new Bob Barker signoff? "This is Bob Barker, reminding you to help control the pet population. Have your pets spayed or neutered - NOT YOURSELVES!"

    Next week CBS is showing reruns (should I take the time to list his quotes from those episodes?). January 2 they will go back to airing new episodes, and new Barkerisms *chuckling to herself over the first 2006 edition*.

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    Wednesday, December 21, 2005
     
    So, we meet at last...
    I should've known the day would come where that other "Madonna" would discover me. Earlier this week, it finally happened.

    "Madonna" somehow found this blog, and decided to post a comment with a link to her own blog. However, what she doesn't realize is that while she's done a great job, it's just not real. Because I have been the true queen of pop, the one and only Material Girl, the Queen Of Reinvention, your Creamy-Smooth-Pop-Icon Goddess, Veronica Electronica herself - the real Madonna. I am not a cheap imitation, unlike what Bob Barker tried to claim last week. I am the real deal, and everyone here knows that.

    I must admit, though, Maddy is quite amused and flattered. This person has done a great deal of work to try to be me. I must give them an A for effort. However, all the A's in the world won't change the fact I have an M, a D, an O and two N's to go with my two A's. It warms my heart to know after 22 years I'm still attracting Madonna wannabes.

    Carry on with your bad self, M. Strike a pose, and justify my love. I am pleased. But don't forget, there can only be one!

    (Maddy prances off, lights up a cigarette, only to hear someone say "Uhh, Madge, you're trying to quit smoking!")

    Oh, yeah? Papa, don't fucking preach!

    (The same person sticks Esther's "cussing jar" in front of Maddy. Maddy looks at it, grabs a wad of bills, sticks them down her dress and smirks.)

    What can I say? I am still the Material Girl. (smacking someone's hand away with her fan)

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    Sunday, December 18, 2005
     
    And for the newest feature...
    ESPN has plays of the week? Well, it's time for me to have something even better...

    The Barkerisms of the Week!

    That's right! Every week where CBS airs new episodes of The Price Is Right, I will list all the great lines from everyone's favorite Happy Gilmore beater, Bob Barker, as well as pick a favorite.

    Also, for any weeks where they air reruns that I didn't catch, I'll also list his Barkerisms from those shows.

    I came up with the idea on Thursday, so I only listed lines from the Thursday and Friday episodes. Bob didn't disappoint, by giving us three great lines in those shows - two of them before the first two pricing games on Friday's show! But, as a special added bonus this week, I'm including a couple of great lines from an interview he did with St. Petersburg Times near his 80th birthday.

    "I told (CBS) I didn't know there would be so much attention paid to my 80th birthday, or I would have celebrated it a long time ago!" - Bob, when asked how it felt to have two shows celebrating his 80th birthday

    "Mostly, they want to know why I haven't done more pictures. I tell them the reason is because I refuse to do nude scenes. I don't want to be just another beautiful body." - Bob, talking about Happy Gilmore and the fact he's asked about it at nearly every taping

    From this week's shows:

    Thursday: "That's not going to get all the way around! Booooo! Booooo! C'mon audience, boo her! You know, I've been doing this for 34 years, and I've never booed a contestant before. But I'm going to start now. Booooo! I just hate that! Jennifer, give it a good spin this time!" - Bob, after a young woman named Jennifer gave the wheel a wimpy first spin

    Friday: "Manohack, you've wanted to meet me for a long time? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not me. I'm just a cheap imitation!" - Bob, just before Manohack played It's In The Bag (where, sadly, she quit with $4,000, and would've won all $16,000 had she kept going!)

    Amusing as always. But the Barkerism Of The Week?

    Friday: "While Rich was describing the car, Clara turned to me and said 'Bob, I turned 60 today'. Don't tell me about your problems!" - Bob, just before the first pricing game, deciding to get some laughs over the fact that his 60th birthday was 22 years ago

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    Friday, December 16, 2005
     
    "The Last Of A Dying Breed"...
    That saying was heard over and over this morning, on a day that will be a red-letter date in the history of broadcast radio, as Howard Stern - indeed, the last of a dying breed - closed out his final terrestrial broadcast.

    Love him or hate him, Stern indeed was a true pioneer, as Ed Bradley - yes, Ed Bradley! - said on a recent 60 Minutes. While it is easy to define Stern as fart jokes, strippers and toilet humor, there truly was more to him - and his show - than that over the last twenty-plus years.

    Sure, it is hard to think of Stern as a pioneer, or indeed as the "last of a dying breed". And, sure, it's easy to listen to Stern's final speech over terrestrial radio and immediately get the impression it was nothing more than Stern promoting and glorying himself - which, to a degree it was. Stern has probably done more to shamelessly promote himself than anyone in history who isn't from Michigan and has the last name Ciccone. After all, that is a big part of who and what Howard Stern always has been.

    But, none of this changes the fact he is right. He is the last of a dying breed. The last outspoken, noncomformist radical on the airwaves, the last person willing to stand up and say "Fuck you!" when the FCC has tried to put him in his place. He isn't the first rebel on the radio, he probably isn't the greatest, but he's certainly the last...

    Terrestrial radio has been dying for years. Sure, it's easy to watch Howard Stern jump ship and think "You killed radio! You bastard!". However, what he's done is basically perform a mercy killing on a dying life form, one that has been fading for some time now...

    It's easy to put the blame on the death of traditional radio on the FCC's war on indecency, but it goes back even further than that. The damage, however, was truly done in 1996, when the government - lead by that noted "liberal" Bill Clinton - deregulated the entire industry. The result of this blatant act of Corporate Corporate Uber Alles was the birth of two major media empires - Clear Channel Communications (ran by right-wing lunatic and longtime Bush pal Tom Hicks) and Infinity Broadcasting (owned by Viacom).

    These two megaconglomorates now own roughly 35% of all radio stations in America - and lord knows what percentage of the major stations. Their growing monopoly has not only sterilized the airwaves of personality, but has obliterated competition.

    One glaring example of the lack of competition are two stations in the Los Angeles market: KOST FM (adult contemporary and soft pop) and KBIG (currently "updeat hits", however they too used to be adult contemporary and soft pop until last year). KOST and KBIG used to slam each other all the times in commercials - the most noted commercial being a KBIG commercial that called KOST "sleepy elevator music" that plays "nonstop Barry Manilow", which got KBIG SUED by Barry Manilow's record company for "slander".

    Clear Channel, which already owned KOST, bought out KBIG a few years ago. As a result, the only game in town for adult contemporary was.... Clear Channel. And now, seeing no need to waste their time competing with themselves, they changed KBIG's format, leaving just one adult contemporary station in the market.

    The Los Angeles area market is a joke, dominated by country, hip hop, talk and Mexican speaking stations.

    You want dance music? You have two choices: KIIS FM (primarily current dance music) and KBIG (some current dance/pop mixed in with 70's-90's). Who owns both stations? Yep, Clear Channel Communications...

    Classic rock? KLOS, unless you'd like slightly softer oldies, then you have KOLA...

    Current rock? KCAL.

    Alternative? KROQ.

    What this boils down to, of course, is a complete lack of choice in most genres. The lack of stations when it comes many genres not only means only having one place in town to go to listen to your music, but being completely stuck with the chosen playlists of Clear Channel and/or Infinity. No variety, no change, just the same dumbass songs played over and over again... Want to listen to a different song? Get lost, because most of these stations don't bother with requests either - unless you call into KIIS and request Kelly Clarkson so they can play her 38 times that day instead of 37...

    The days of surprising listeners by changing up the playlist, or even playing something way out in left field? GONE.

    Back in 1989, KFRG was an up and coming local country station (now owned by Infinity Broadcasting, by the way). The morning host decided to throw everyone for a loop one day by playing... "Lost In Your Eyes" by Debbie Gibson, which is of course less country than Metallica is now. He just felt like playing the song, but was expected to get his ears chewed off by listeners. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised to hear from so many listeners who liked the song, and played it 3-4 times a week for the next month.

    Would that happen today? Hell no. You pop in a song that isn't in the corporate-approved, bought and rigged by Payola playlist, you'll be suspended or fired.

    Of course, we also have a situation where Clear Channel alone has so much power they can literally decide who is successful and who is not. The Dixie Chicks have been destroyed (and Toby Keith built up into some awe-inspiring saint) solely because Clear Channel did not respect, agree with nor tolerate the political viewpoints and statements of Natalie Maines. Nevermind their sales figures, nevermind their popularity, nevermind their previous success. Clear Channel single-handedly ended the Dixie Chicks becuase Maines criticized Hicks' buddy Bush.

    How bad is it? In summer of 2003, the Clear Channel played the Dixie Chicks less than Sherrie Austin, a woman with one top 20 hit EVER. Most of their listeners didn't even know who she was (and as mentioned earlier this year, she may not even have a career any longer). But did that matter? No. All that mattered was Natalie Maines expressed a viewpoint that didn't confirm to the corporate tyrants of Clear Channel.

    (And, yes, I do think this also played a factor in the lack of airplay for "American Life", and the "Madonna is dead!" chants that could be heard until last month, which were silenced by "Hung Up".)

    That, of course, applies to the stations that still have DJ's...

    I don't know about anyone out there reading this, but our local market was infested by one of the dumbest ideas in radio history this year. It's called Jack FM. Basically, take an iPod or computer with Winamp, hook it up to the station, hit random play... No DJ's, no personality, no theme, just a 24/7 clusterfuck of music that has no flow to it. One minute, you may hear "Where The Streets Have No Name" by U2, the next you'll find yourself listening to "Hit Me Baby One More Time" by Britney fucking Spears.. Say what?!

    Jack FM killed off Arrow 93, a great classic rock station that offered a great variety (shocking in this day and age!), great DJ's who knew when to talk and when to shut up (often saying insightful tidbits about a song or band instead of a lame-ass joke), and told listeners every song they played (even offering sound clips on their website for everything played in the last 24 hours, broken down by hour) so if you heard a song you liked, you knew what album to go buy to get it...

    Goodbye Arrow. Everything was business as usual on St. Patrick's Day - the traditional four hours of U2. Then the next day, no warning whatsoever, people were turning on their stereos and thinking their stereo broke overnight. Why? Because instead of hearing Led Zeppelin, they were hearing ME, or Britney, or Creed. Jackass FM has entered the room - unfortunately...

    I don't so much mind the eccentric mix of music, but the lack of personality, the lack of DJ's, and their arrogant slogan (We play what we want!) burns my ass. If I wanted to listen to a wild mix of music, I can load up Winamp...

    Maybe I'm spoiled.. I mean, I grew up listening to San Diego's Mighty 690 (which became XTRA Sports 690, and now I think is a classical station or some shit like that). This was back when you could pick up an AM station broadcasting from San Diego clearly in Riverside, and back before the corporations took over. Sure, the station was primarily top 40 rock/pop, but the DJ's would stray when they felt like it (back when you could get away with it)...

    Those days, of course, are gone. And that, boys and girls, is why terrestrial radio is dying.

    Back to Howard, who of course is the point of all of this...

    Howard's big themes of his final speech were to thank the listeners who made him (that was classy), to give Clear Channel, the Religious Right and the FCC the finger, and to deliver loudly and clearly that he is the last of a dying breed (again: yes, self-promoting, but that is Howard for you..).

    There is no doubt Howard is angry and bitter after battling the FCC and Religious Right, and who can blame him? In South Park: Bigger, Longer And Uncut, Stan said (in response to the war against Canada and pending execution of Terrance and Phillip) "This isn't about fart jokes. This is about freedom of speech!". Those words apply here...

    What Howard Stern has done over the years hasn't just been about fart jokes, lesbian strippers, insulting people and spanking pornstars' bare asses. It's been about freedom of speech, about expressing himself without persecution or harassment. In many ways, it's no different than Madonna exposing her breasts so much that kids in Bangladesh can identify her boobs - sure, it was done with the intention of benefitting their own careers, but it was also done to make a statement: "This is what I want to do. This is supposed to be America. If you don't like it, go away and leave me alone!".

    I, honestly, don't find many things about Stern's shown to be funny. His brand of humor often does not appeal to me. But I've always defending his right to do his show as he pleases. Don't like Howard Stern? Fine. Go listen to Mark and Brian. Or Rick Dees. Or Rush Limbaugh. Or Dr. Bitch - excuse me, I mean Laura. Or whatever. Nobody is making you listen to Howard Stern. I don't care much for Stern, but I'm not trying to get him kicked off the air... I just choose to entertain myself elsewhere.

    Just as "suicide is painless", and you can take or leave it if you please, the same goes for Howard Stern - you can take or leave him if you please...

    Ditto Esther Madge.

    I have always had a great deal of respect for Howard Stern, for having the guts to stand up and fight for freedom of expression. Yes, a great deal of Howard's fight is with Howard Stern in mind, but there is no denying that any battles won by Howard benefit everyone else as well.

    The FCC is out of control. They have been for some time, but it reached a whole new low after Janet's Boobiegate. We've gone from a period where the FCC's primary concerns were keeping nudity and the Seven Magic Words off network TV and radio to now trying to dictate and clean up so-called "immoral" conduct.

    Of course, making it worse is the hypocritical manner in which they go about this... For instance, Howard Stern gets fined for discussing oral sex in code words and double entendre. However, what about someone discussing sex in blatant terms on Oprah? Nope, no fine there. Or Cheney telling Patrick Leahy to "go fuck himself" live on C-SPAN? Again, no fine there...

    I also don't think it's a coincidence that the FCC really cracked down on Stern when he changed his tune on the war in Iraq. During the time he gave Bush the benefit of the doubt, you didn't hear shit about the FCC targeting Stern... But the second he began to question whether the war was just, and Bush's motives? Boom! The FCC was all over his ass like stockbrokers would be if you stood on a street corner passing out $100 bills.

    Coincidence? I don't think so!

    Fueling this war on indecency, of course (a rose by other name still smells just as sweet, and censorship by any other name still sucks ass) is the Religious Right - the "American Taliban" as Stern called them this morning...

    (Standard disclaimer: By criticizing the Religious Right, I do NOT criticize nor attack Christians or people of any other beliefs as a whole. Just as the Taliban are a group of religious zealots and do not speak for all Muslims, the Religious Right does not speak for all Christians. They are a radical fringe benefit, and my criticism is leveled solely at these radicals, and is not intended to be a blanket attack on people because of their chosen religion.)

    I can picture many pepople cringing at Stern's choice of words, or immediately labelling him a "traitor", "un-American" or many other ugly names. However, he is right...

    I mean, think about it. There are radical Muslims (and, yes, some of them are part of the Taliban) who want to force people to follow their extremist, conformist beliefs. Some of them attempt to force change with blatant acts of terrorism - blowing up buildings, killing people, you name it.

    How is that any different that the leadership of the Religious Right, who are trying to force Americans to follow their beliefs, who are trying to destroy the First Amendment, and who themselves resort to terrorism to try to force their agenda (the car bomb that nearly killed Judi Barri and Derryl Cherney, blowing up abortion clinics)?

    Just because one side trying to enforce their radical beliefs with tyrany and violence is American, and the other is Arab, doesn't make one right and one wrong. They're both wrong. The Religious Right IS the American Taliban, and if the powers that be within their movement don't like that criticism, my advice is for them to change their ways...

    My only regret about his farewell speech? I wish he would've come right and said "Fuck the FCC!" before signing off. I had been hoping he would sign off that way ever since the deal with Sirius was announced last year.

    Howard Stern is exactly right by referring to himself as the last of a dying breed: The last voice on terrestrial radio with a mind of his own, willing to fight for what he believes in, and not functioning as a pawn for some corporation's agenda...

    Now, he is gone.

    On one hand, I am disappointed that he has moved beyond terrestrial radio, no longer keeping his fight within the system. On the other hand, maybe he may have put the nail in the coffin of the system...

    Stern's move to eh-eh-eh (okay, I'll say it for you, Howard.. SIRIUS SATELLITE RADIO!) has just given instant credibility to Sirius specifically, and satellite radio as a whole. They have just landed the biggest name in radio at a hefty price, and overnight this will change Sirius' image from a fringe element to a big player - maybe the BIGGEST player.

    What this does is opens the door not only for more listeners to follow Howard to Sirius, but for other outspoken nonconformists to perhaps take their show on the road as well. Could it be long before Air America Radio moves to satellite as well? Don Imus? Phil Hendrie?

    Perhaps Howard Stern really has figured it out. Maybe he saw that the one true way to beat Clear Channel and the FCC was to empty out the house, leaving them with a crumbling, rotted out old building, a dying and soon to be condemned relic.

    Perhaps, instead of trying to stage a stand-off with the FCC from inside that rotting old house, he knows the solution is to march outside, jump into the SWAT vehicle and ram that building to the ground himself, leaving Clear Channel with nothing...

    We shall see. But, today, the playing field shifted. Howard Stern has struck a serious blow, and here's hoping it's the first in a series that brings Clear Channel and the "war on indecency" crashing down.

    Best of luck to you Howard, the last of a dying breed...

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    Thursday, December 15, 2005
     
    Now for something completely different
    After a year and a half of pretty much keeping the links the same, you'll see they've finally been changed. Figured they'd go pretty good with the recently changed picture...

    Thoughts? Suggestions on what to change your link to? And, no, I can't change everyone's to Plinko! :P

    Eventually, I'll get around to another set - all Madonna song titles. That should be fun...

    (Edit: This post will be kept up top for a few days, there are newer posts beneath it)

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    Monday, December 12, 2005
     
    The birthday is right, bitch!
    A big happy birthday to everyone's favorite Happy Gilmore beating, spaying and neutering, "The Price Is Right, bitch!" saying octogenarian game show host, Bob Barker, who turns 82 today.

    Okay, so he's the only Happy Gilmore beating, spaying and neutering, "The Price Is Right, bitch!" saying octogenarian game show host around, but I still want to wish him a happy birthday.

    Of course, Bob seems to have this knack for giving out the presents on his birthday - such as hosting a Million Dollar Spectacular that aired the day after his 80th birthday. And this one is no exception, as we're expecting official confirmation to what he told the audience at a taping last month: That Bob has signed on for another season, which would make 35 seasons of The Price Is Right, and FIFTY straight years hosting television game shows.

    It also means I'll find even more oppotunities to drag myself to LA. Too bad I can't send Bob on a trip to the fountain of youth so we get 50 more years...

    I did, however, think about how to send birthday greetings to someone with such a sarcastic and warped sense of humor as Bob, and came up with a thought: By following up my birthday wishes with his entry at Uncyclopedia.

    Uncyclopedia, for those of you not familiar with it, is a spoof of Wikipedia, where readers are encouraged to type up crazy, totally inaccurate articles (or even amend and alter existing ones). Some of them are hilarious (examples include claiming Christina Aguilera is part of the Christina Aguilera Whorebot series from the future, sent back to destroy the world, or claiming Marty McFly was a real person who went back in time to marry his mother). Some of them are a bit cruel (like claiming Esther Madge died from "complications of gingivitis" in August - even though she is supposed to be the President of the United States in 4277). Overall, though, I get a kick out of the site, which is heavy on satire and even plain silliness.

    Oh, and yes: I did get the Bob Barker "YOU'RE WINNER!" picture from Uncyclopedia as well.. And someday I'll even have to tell the story behind that.

    Bob Barker (born Robert William Barker in December 12, 1923) is a superhuman actor, best known for punching Brian Peppers in the face in Happy Gilmore. His imfamous line, "No, I want the whole thing" after which he proceeded to eat all of Adam Sandler. Apparently, a "piece" of him was not enough.

    He also had some minor role as host of the game show The Price is Right, a job which he has had since the dawn of prices themselves. At the end of the show, he often says "Help control the pet population, have your pet's balls cut off." Rumors have arisen that Bob Barker himself owns a vast, secret monopoly that manufactures and distributes pet neutering products.

    Born in God's arms, he grew up as one of the best people ever. In 1939, he was granted an infinite supply of money.

    In 1956, he took over the world. However, he was unable to make the world as cool as he is, due to the mass stupidity of the people.

    In 1972, Barker began his most famous assignment hosting the CBS revival of Jesus. In the three decades of the CBS version, he has become as synonymous with the ritual as first reviver Bill Cullen was with the 1950s-60s original.

    In 1993, he was accused of sexually harassing one of the show's models, Dian Parkinson. Ultimately, it was shown that Parkinson is just a little whore who wished she was and was jealous of Barker's awesomeness.

    Barker has set a longevity record as holding a five-day-a-week TV job continually for 49 years (2005). He is the coolest game show host of all time and coolest host of a five-day-a-week program of all time.

    In 2002, The Price is Right celebrated 30 consecutive years of awesomeness. It is the longest running game show of all time in Amerika, and is also the longest running five-day-a-week daytime entertainment program (and only The Tonight Show's 50 years on the air has surpassed it in terms of overall five-day-a-week American entertainment television programming, but nobody cares about The Tonight Show).

    In 2002, at the Daytime Emmy Awards Barker received a lifetime achievement award. He deserved it.

    In 2003, Bob Barker celebrated his 80th birthday with a prime-time special on CBS. It featured guest appearances by fan Jesus along with friends talk-show host Larry King and actor (and Barker's karate instructor) Chuck Norris. The show also featured taped vignettes from CBS stars like Ray Romano, the cast of Becker, and the cast of Joan of Arcadia.

    In 2004, Bob Barker was inducted into the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences Hall of Fame.

    In 2005, Bob Barker was named the one true uber-pimp over Odin, Zeus, and Gendo Ikari.

    Bob Barker, while scoring bitches and blow in Compton, was pulled over by an LA County Sheriff. As he proceeded to completely pummel the unsuspecting lawman, he was heard to yell, "Fuck tha police!" and that he was "Straight outta Compton!" Overheard by a young Oshea Jackson, later known to the world as Ice Cube, gangsta rap was born.

    Barker has recently had success with a prime time version of The Price is Right. This stemmed from the incredibly high ratings for the 30th anniversary show in January 2002. Since then, the prime time specials have returned with a vengeance, sometimes with themes such as honoring different things, none of which are as cool as Bob Barker. During the prime time shows, the prizes are more extravagant than in the daytime version, and the cash amounts are higher. Usually $1 million can be won by running around in a circle, shouting "I'm not worthy!"


    Happy Birthday, Bob, and here's hoping you enjoy plenty more! Not to mention thanks for 34 (about to become 35) years of PRICEless moments...

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    Friday, December 09, 2005
     
    You had control of our smiles and our tears all those years ago...
    And I've been knocking, but no one answers.
    And I've been knocking, most all the day.
    Oh and I've been calling, oh hey, hey, Johnny!
    Can't you come out to play,
    In your empty garden?
    Johnny?
    Can't you come out to play, in your empty garden?

    Yesterday marked one of the saddest anniversaries in music history, a moment which deeply impacted me, even though when the event took place I wasn't old enough to understand it.

    I was 5 years old at the time, and that evening started out the same way any other Monday evening around my house did - my parents picked me up from kindergarten, we ate dinner, then sat down and watched Monday Night Football (yes, this was back in the days when many households still only had one TV!).

    Howard Cosell spent a good part of the evening calling a game between the New England Patriots and the Miami Dolphins, but the game would become almost secondary when Cosell broke in with shocking and devistating news:

    "This, we have to say it, remember this is just a football game, no matter who wins or loses. An unspeakable tragedy confirmed to us by ABC News in New York City. John Lennon, outside of his apartment building on the West Side of New York City, the most famous perhaps of all the Beatles, shot twice in the back, rushed to Roosevelt Hospital, dead... on... arrival."

    Just like that, one of the most influential artists of the 20th century, a man whose music had an unbelievable impact upon the world, was gone. John Lennon had been taken from us by a raving lunatic named Mark David Chapman, a man so warped that after he shot Lennon, he was asked by Jose Perdomo "What have you done, what have you done?". Chapman's response "I just shot John Lennon", then he pulled out his copy of The Catcher In The Rye and stood there reading it like nothing happened...

    My mother was a huge Beatles fan, and immediately burst into tears. I was too young at the time to understand who Lennon was, or the impact he had - it would sadly be years later before I would grasp both. Though, even before I had become what I term a "second-generation Beatlemaniac", I've never been able to shake or forget the sound of Howard Cosell breaking this devistating news.

    It would not be until the late 80's that I would truly grasp and appreciate the greatness of the Beatles. Not just as the band that lead the British Invasion, or one of the most successful acts in history, but the timeless impact of their music and the fingerprints they had left upon our society. John, as frontman and co-writer on so many of their classic songs, definitely was a significant part of that.

    Twenty five years ago, that powerful and unqiue voice - a voice for peace, a voice against injustice and racism - was silenced forever. While his legacy and music would live on forever, the world has been deprived of the art and wisdom of John Lennon.

    If he were still alive, he would now be 65 years old. Quite honestly, I could imagine him being just as pissed at what's going wrong in the world today (the war in Iraq, the class war, the war against homosexuality) as he was in the 60's and 70's. What hurts so much about the fact John Lennon is gone is this world needs a man like him more than ever today.

    After all, "Give Peace A Chance" is just as powerful and enlightening message here in ***5 as it was back in 1969. Sadly, 36 years later, far too many of us - especially those in power - just aren't listening.

    I have few regrets in my life, but one of the biggest (and one I had no control over) was coming into this world too late - too late to experience the Beatles when they were still together, and too late to hear the words of wisdom of John Lennon when he was still alive. It definitely breaks my heart that one half of the greatest band ever are no longer with us, with George Harrison passing on a few years ago. Sadly, the day is coming where we'll lose both Paul and Ringo, and four of the most influential voices in music history will be gone forever.

    When Chapman claimed that he knew what he had done, he truly didn't. Yes, he shot John Lennon. However, he doesn't realize - and likely never will - what he took away from all of us. Fortunately, nearly 20 years of John's work will always be with us, and Chapman's act of homocidal insanity could never silence that.

    Tonight, I am sitting here, listening to his timeless music, and raising yet another toast to the eternal greatness of John Winston Ono Lennon - gone, but will definitely never be forgotten.

    I hope you are at peace, John. Words cannot express how grateful I am - and millions of others are - for what you left behind for all time.

    Imagine there's no heaven
    It's easy if you try
    No hell below us
    Above us only sky
    Imagine all the people
    Living for today...

    Imagine there's no countries
    It isn't hard to do
    Nothing to kill or die for
    And no religion too
    Imagine all the people
    Living life in peace...

    You may say I'm a dreamer
    But I'm not the only one
    I hope someday you'll join us
    And the world will be as one

    Imagine no possessions
    I wonder if you can
    No need for greed or hunger
    A brotherhood of man
    Imagine all the people
    Sharing all the world...

    You may say I'm a dreamer
    But I'm not the only one
    I hope someday you'll join us
    And the world will live as one

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    Saturday, December 03, 2005
     
    An open letter to Shitpumpkinhead
    First off, I'd like to apologize to anyone reading this blog who is NOT involved in this soap opera who might be offended by the following post. But I'll be damned if I'm going to sit back and not defend myself on this matter. I'll also be damned if I'm going to bite my tongue any longer. I've taken too much shit for too long, and now it's time to fight fire with fire.

    I picked the wrong week to try to quit smoking... Never fucking fails, does it? I try to quit smoking, and some jackass thinks it's the perfect time to stress me out.

    Then again, one particular jackass (let's just call him SPH) has thought the last two years in general has been a good time to stress me out, so why should I be surprised?

    Now, I promised that I'd never drag this shit onto my blog - more for my sake, because I didn't want to be very "boffo". But, I've been quite sure for months this jackass has been going out of his way to destroy my friendships behind the scenes. And when he decided yesterday to call me out in public - despite making THREATS against me if I ever did so to him, I decided "Fuck that, and fuck you. You want to take shots in public? Be prepared for retaliation!"

    Quite frankly, it's time for said individual to remove his head from his ass and see the truth: That he is the one responsible for all the turmoil that has destroyed an online community, that he is responsible for all the chaos, and that he is the one who has broken up all these friendships. It's time for him to quit pointing fingers, blaming innocent people and playing the victim - because he is the instigator, not the victim. The victims are the people around him who have had to suffer for two years because he can't grow up and act like a rational, sane human being.

    That crap of the second person to strike getting blamed may work in the NFL, but it ain't working here.

    Ever since this blog was launched last summer, I was repeatedly harassed by one individual (SPH) on how this blog should be ran, and accused of not being a "loyal friend" because I didn't obey his commands - excuse me, I meant "wishes". Everything from the template to the order of my links was a point of contention, and I lost count of how many times I'd wake up to find a scathing IM or a lengthy manifesto in my email box because I refused to be blindly obedient.

    Where this person wants to whine about loyalty, here's the truth: Said individual not only declared war on my hard work - this website, driving me to the point I nearly deleted it nine months ago because he made me so miserable - but finally reached the point of giving me ultimatiums, such as stating if I couldn't abide by his demands, he couldn't "make the investment in our friendship". For someone who preaches loyalty, he sure didn't show me much loyalty, but apparently "loyalty" only counts when it's beneficial to him - much like everything else in life.

    This whole fucking mess is about SPH. Always has been. Always will be. He can blame Rob or anyone else as much as he wants, but the cold hard reality here is this whole fiasco is about one person, and only one person. A person who instigated this problem in the first place. A person who has single-handedly kept that fight going by continuing to lash out at a person who hasn't responded to him in nearly two years. A person who has destroyed his own friendships because some people choose to think for themselves instead of blindly obey him.

    I'll teach you about loyalty, boy. Rob has never done anything to me. EVER. He has treated me with class and respect from day one. Even during times where his life has been in turmoil, he has checked up on me and been worried sick about me because of my father's fight with Alzheimer's, or my problems with my former place of residence. I know a great many people who would've put themselves first on a priority list of one and not given a shit about my father, or my mental welfare, while facing their own problems.

    And that is just one example of MANY throughtout the last 2 1/2 years...

    Now, what kind of loyalty would it be for me to tell Rob to fuck off just because you and he had a falling out? Sure, it may be "loyal" to you, but in reality, it's very DISLOYAL, because he would've done nothing to deserve such treatment from me.

    You need to pull your head out of your ass and learn what loyalty really is. Loyalty is a two-way street. Loyalty is being loyal to those you are loyal to your first. Loyalty is not making demands and accusing people of being disloyal when they can't/won't obey. And loyalty sure as hell isn't telling certain weak-minded friends of yours to turn on his friends just because they aren't your friends anymore.

    Instead, you view loyalty the same as ghetto "respect": Where people think everyone has to "respect" them, but they ain't going to "kiss anybody's ass" (the term for giving respect back). In other words, you are trying to turn loyalty into a one-way street where it's all about you. Guess what? It doesn't work that way!

    Who the fuck do you think you are? George W. Bush?

    Go ahead, blame Rob for this. The truth of the matter is, I woke up to the truth last summer, when YOU kept the problem alive all by yourself, and when YOU made a person going through a break-up and other assorted problems VERY miserable because she refused to drop everything and give into your demands right then and there. I'm sure I probably pissed you off when I got into it with you because I stuck up for her. Tough shit. I don't regret it one bit.

    In other words, SPH, YOU were responsible for me losing respect for you. Not Rob, not anybody else. YOU. Just as Rob would be the only person who could make me walk away from him, YOU are the one who ultimately made me walk away from you. Don't blame Rob, or anyone else, or blogs. YOU. Get your head out of your ass and take responsibility for your own actions for once in your life, already!

    I happen to know for a fact you know what the hell gets written on this blog, pal. If it's not you reading yourself, I know you get wind through the grapevine of what's going on. I was born in the morning, but not THIS morning. Therefore, I know you know about all the shit my father and I have dealt with over the last few months. I also know you know I don't enjoy the holidays. Therefore, for you to pick a time like this to publicly call me out the way you did is selfish, mean-spirited and disrespectful. Instead of showing your so-called superiority, you reveal what a weak, selfish, inconsiderate jerk you truly are. You're no different than the Madonna haters who crawled out and kicked Esther around after her horse riding accident. It takes a real man to kick someone when they're down... NOT!

    You are right about one thing, though. This friendship is beyond repair. Because unless you find a way to get an attitude and personality transplant, there's no damned way I'd ever want anything to do with you again. EVER.

    You are a bully and a fraud. Anyone who touts Christianity one minute and preaches hate the next is a fraud. Anyone who speaks of loyalty, but throws people away for not giving you BLIND OBEDIENCE is a fraud. Anyone who takes shots at people when they know they are suffering leaves no doubt that they are a malicious, abusive bully who gets off on hurting people when they are vulnerable.

    Not to mention I've caught you in more lies than I could count. For example, I sure as hell didn't support your "crusade" against another blogger with whom you had issues on how she ran her site, contrary to what you claimed to other people. You know I didn't. I also know damned good and well who made the decision to keep Rob involved in another blog - and it was NOT Rob who made the decision himself. But, why am I surprised? You've spent two years playing everyone against each other with the hopes it'd benefit you and your imaginary relationship.

    And speaking of which, when the fallout of said relationship hit two summers ago, where were you? Oh, yes, you were too busy fixating on what you wanted, and what's in it for you, and what's fair to you - all the while, another individual involved with that same ugly mess was concerned about MY FEELINGS. When did you give a shit about my feelings? Again, another example where YOUR OWN ACTIONS affected my opinion of you, not "Rob".

    I wouldn't want you as a friend if you were the last homo sapien on Earth, SPH. I usually don't find selfish, me-first, dictator types - you know, like TERRELL OWENS and GEORGE BUSH - to be very appealing friends.

    The person who took away our friendship? YOU. YOU DID! I told you before the shit hit the fan you were the only person who could destroy our friendship, and you did it. You did it without a care in the world, because your delusional wants and needs are more important than a real friendship (which I sincerely doubt ever meant a fucking thing to you).

    If I have one major regret, it's this: I wish I had never stuck up for your ass four years ago. If I'd known what I know now, I would've just watched all that shit unfold and avoided it like the plague. Because, quite frankly, I don't know if I believe you when it comes to the NHS anymore, after all the lies I've caught you in and the complete lack of moral character you've shown me.

    Rob's vindictive? Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. You want to see vindictive, pay close attention the next time you look into a mirror. Of course, I'm sure in your warped mind, you calling people out publicity to this day - and at a time like this - isn't "vindictive". No, it's just the "truth" - and I am sure the National Enquirer would gladly back that up, right?

    I know I piss you off and will continue to piss you off. After all, you're spoiled and arrogant (funny, considering what a loser you are). You can't take it when someone refuses to bow down before you and obey you. Well, guess what? I don't obey anyone. I think for myself, and act for myself. I return mutual loyalty to those who earn it. I didn't allow myself to be commanded by bullies in school, and I sure as fuck won't at 30. You ain't my father, and even so, I still wouldn't give you the kind of blind obedience you demand.

    This is not Star Trek, bitch. You are not the captain, and nobody is your subordinate. Nobody is required to obey your commands, so quit making insane demands of people.

    For the record, Rob didn't "insinuate" himself into this blog. I ASKED HIM MYSELF. I was impressed with the work he'd done on a couple other blogs and asked him to do the design work. That was MY CHOICE. A choice you have never been able to accept, because in your insane, warped view of reality, it has been perceived as "Rob wins". No, the truth is, I like Rob's work with HTML more than yours. Period. Wake up and smell the noise...

    And, no, Rob didn't try to tell me you were trying to control other people's blogs - I figured out on my own, from your own actions, THAT YOU WERE TRYING TO CONTROL OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS!

    No, you do NOT have the right to tell people what to do with their websites. How the hell would you like it if I came barging into your forum, telling you how the place should be ran? You'd go through the roof - and rightfully so. Just as you have the right to run your dead forum as you see fit, we have the right to run our sites as we see fit.

    Please keep in mind, SPH, that while you may think you're an expert on site management, I ran TWELVE forums at one point, some of them VERY high-profile (try www.chandralevy.com). Whenever someone would come barging in, making demands about what posts should be deleted or who should be banned, you can bet your ass that I - along with the rest of the moderating team - were pissed. WE were the management of the site. While we tried to be fair and diplomatic, we ultimately had the say of what got posted, what got deleted, who was welcome and who was shown the door. We sure as hell weren't going to bullied around, and I'm not going to be bullied around when it comes to my own personal site.

    Furthermore, here is the so-called "attack" that Rob posted, "using his position as designer and host of Madonna's blog to post something in his blog attacking me and others supposedly 'on her behalf'":

    Okay, so you don't like me for Net drama reasons. Whatever. Is this really a reason to ignore someone who has nothing to do with your squabbles with me who really could use your support/love/whatever you want to call it right now? I mean, really now. Of course, the people who this message is intended for don't read this anymore (*snickers quietly to self*), so I'm just talking to myself, but it is worth saying.

    How is that an attack? What it sounds like to me is someone asking people to NOT take their feelings for Rob out on me, which has been going on since day 1 - and I know this for a fact. Then again, SPH, you're so arrogant and paranoid that if Rob said "Damn, it's hot in Texas today!", you'd find some rationale to think "Rob's attacking me!".

    If you want to debunk myths, SPH, more power to you. You can start by debunking the myths YOU have created and spread in the first place, because a very large percentage of the bullshit in this whole fiasco comes from one direction - yours.

    Furthermore, I am sick and tired of hearing about your precious reputation, when you've gone out of your way to damage mine, as well as other people's. Who the fuck do you think you are, Terrell Owens? You've done nothing but throw innocent people under the bus for the sake of your own reputation and desires, not giving a damn about the feelings of other people, not giving a fuck about how much you've ruined reputations of others. Fine, upstanding Christian values there, SPH. God must be dead if you're alive.

    So, let me conclude this post with my OWN public calls:

    1. DROP IT SHITPUMPKINHEAD. Quit trying to keep this stupid fight going by throwing innocent people under the bus for your own sake. Quit dragging this shit into public, and innocent people into your vortex of hate. You know I was fucking sick of this shit years ago, and I really am not in the mood now.

    Or, to put it in the words of our idiotic governor... STOP IT! STOP WHINING!

    2. Quit making insane demands of people. WE have the right to run our websites as we see fit. What you are doing is no different than what took place on the NHS forum - you are trying to force policy and administrative changes on a website with force and hostility. You were the victim of this (supposedly) years ago, yet you have turned around and done it to others. Also, you need to get it through your fucking head you are not the boss of me or anyone else.

    3. To anyone who continues to support SPH and his agenda: WAKE UP AND SMELL THE NOISE! You are being used and manipulated by a pathological liar and bully. He has thrown half a dozen people under the bus already, and will throw ANYONE under the bus the second they don't obey him. You are already on thin ice. The minute you don't appease him, you're find yourself cast out as I have been, and others have been.

    4. For those who have decided to take SPH's side to the point where you quit being my friend over his lies, you should be ashamed of yourself. You've shown what kind of person you truly are to throw me away for a sack of bullshit and one side of the story. Shame on you for turning your back on me for lies, and because SPH told you to quit being friends with the people he's thrown away (and yes, I know you have done that, SPH!). You know damned well who this is directed toward...

    5. SPH, get out of my life! Any of his friends who want to throw more gasoline on his fire, you can do the same! I have enough grief and stress in my life as it is, I don't need more! You are not welcome in my life if you choose to come into it only to bring more pain and misery. I don't need it!

    I need another cigarette. Thanks, SPH, you whiny, arrogant, vain, self-centered, mean-spirited, vindictive, two-face piece of shit. Get out of my goddamned life, and stay out of it. FOREVER. You're not welcome. You're not wanted. You're nothing more than a parasite, and you're no longer welcome to feed off me. Don't contact me, don't call me out in public, don't cause me anymore trouble behind the scenes. GET OUT! FUCK OFF! Don't create anymore trouble in my life, because I have enough trouble that I can't get rid of, asshole.

    You have done more to make the Internet - and this blog - unenjoyable than anyone else in my life the last two years (and I don't doubt for a goddamned second you wanted to make this blog unenjoyable for me!). You have nearly single-handedly taken the fun out of being online. Instead of being proud of yourself or feel like you're some sort of tough guy, you should be ashamed of yourself. I deserve peace in my life, and I'll be damned if you're going to deny me that, regardless of what's "in it for you".

    Get out of my fucking life Shitpumpkinhead, and don't come back.

    (Edit: Two can play at this game, Fucko.

    I left out nothing that was relevant to you and the mound of bullshit you sculpted. Of course, you will claim otherwise, but you're a pathological liar and a worthless piece of shit. You're also an immoral hypocrite who needs to get off his high horse, for you've done more people wrong than EVERYONE involved in OO COMBINED. You have fucked people over without a care in the world for YOUR agenda and YOUR wants. Of course, in your sick mind, I'm sure that's just "capitalism" and "getting what is rightfully mine". Neverfuckingmind the pain you've caused and the trail of broken relationships you've left in the dust.

    Truth? TRUTH?! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! Nor would you know what it was even if it came along and bit you in your fat ass! You're dishonest enough to be triplets, you fucking liar.

    You're delusional, you piece of shit. I mean, look at you, thanking me for an advertisement THAT DOESN'T EXIST. I sure as fuck didn't put up a link to your bullshit or your looney website, and I sure as fuck don't plan on doing so... EVER.

    Keep blaming everything on Rob. Blame 9/11 on Rob. Blame Super Bowl XXXVI on Rob. Gawd, you're fucking psychotic. I may have issues, but everyone can see you're a sociapathic stalker with a God complex.

    Laugh it up, boy. Just pray you never run into me...

    Rest assured: Half my readers knew this was coming. I'll personally apologize to the other half. Go back to your fucking hole on Delphi and don't come back. Go back to your pathetic little ghost town. Just go away, and take your minions with you.)

    (Edit #2: Keep on posting bullshit, fatboy. I'll keep on responding. You opened a can of worms, and you're asking for a can of whoop-ass in return.

    First of all, take your forum and shove it up your ass. Fuck OO. If I were rich, I'd hire a hacker just to nuke the place out of existance once and for all. Fuck your heathen temple. None of us give a shit about the alleged superior of your DEAD forum.

    You didn't create OO for the "good people" you create it for your overgrown ego. OUR Oasis my ass. It's YOUR Oasis. Always has been, always will be, you goddamned fraud.

    STOP IT! STOP WHINING! The majority of what's happened the last 2 1/2 years is YOUR FAULT! Those of us who know the truth are tired of you whining about how painful it's been for you. You inflicted it upon yourself. WE have had to suffer for your arrogance and hate.

    I told you over two years I was staying out of it, fatass. And you knew goddamned good and well why. Your fucking ego and selfish delusions were more important than my real life problems, apparently. Forgive me, but when stuck dealing with real life problems, and your petty soap opera online bullshit, I'll put real life problems ahead of your bullshit. Don't like it? Tough shit.

    Quit acting like you're high, mighty and rightous. You're none of the above. You have wronged EVERYBODY around you all along. What was I supposed to do, make an issue out of Rob's wrongs and ignore yours? Fuck off.

    You go get help. Get a fucking lobotomy already. That is, if there is anything to be surgically removed in the first place - which I highly doubt right now.

    I'm not your friend because you're a two-faced, self-righteous, arrogant, manipulative, vindictive, arrogant, abusive, heartless motherfucker. Period. I don't give a fuck about Rob vs. Dave comparisons. I don't give a shit. That's kindergarten bullshit. You lost me as a friend because you were a shitty friend and lousy excuse for a human being. That's it. Get your head out of your fat ass and grasp that already. Until you do, you're just going to grate on my nerves with your whiny bullshit.

    It's also time to get your head out of your ass and see how you did wrong by everyone. You are a psychopath. You are clearly insane, and eventually everyone will see that. I feel sorry for them, too, the same way I feel sorry for everyone you've already fucked over. You are a sick, backstabbing fuck. You do serve one purpose in life, though: YOU MAKE ME FEEL SANE.

    You are nothing more than a pimple on the asscrack of humanity.

    Let me close this with words of wisdom from that noted philospher Michael Kreft...

    Death is just another step toward eternal damnnation. SO SHUT UP AND DIE ALREADY!)

    (Edit #3: And hopefully the LAST ONE...

    I'm going to say this one last time, Shitpumpkinhead: The issue here is that nine months ago, you threatened me to never use my blog to discuss you. You then had the gall to turn around and do so to me. If this was all about "Shitpumpkinhead said something about me!", I'd have blasted you months ago over the lies and fabrications you posted about me in your stupid forum.

    Don't EVER make a threat against me, then think you can do to me what you tell me not to do. EVER.

    I love your interpretation of KM's recent post. Wow. If I didn't know better, I'd say you can't even read English, boy.

    I'm going to hopefully conclude this nightmare once and for all with a revealing look into the psychosis that is Shitpumpkinhead...

    Four years ago, SPH started an online war - what else is new?! - for what may be the dumbest issue in history. The whole fiasco was over the pronounciation of a word.

    Yes, boys and girls. A war that splinted apart several forums and shattered countless friendships was all thanks to SPH insisting the word Delphi is pronounced Del-fee, and he handled it like a psychopath when others tried to tell him it is Delf-eye.

    I mean, it was stupid enough when the argument resulted in constant bickering back and forth on a forum. But SPH - a fat pussy toad who doesn't know when to shut up, EVER - had to keep dragging it on outside of the forum as well. SPH just had to get the last word in, and dragged the dispute onto AIM and into email, even though it was quite obvious that this person didn't want to discuss that shit anymore.

    What kind of a lunatic starts a forum war over how the fucking word Delphi is pronounced? I admit I have issues, but good lord... You almost make Manson look sane, you looney!

    For those of you keeping score at home, that makes at least four forums pulverized by SPH, including his own personal forum. All four of them have been damaged beyond repair because Shitpumpkinhead either cannot admit he's wrong, or cannot get off his high horse and power trip.

    Anyone out there accepting SPH's side as "gospel", please think long and hard about the whole Del-fee vs. Delf-eye disaster before you assume I'm the crazy one here. SPH's own actions and statements expose him as the raving sociapath and stalker he truly is. He is worse than a swaggering, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood... He's a swaggering, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood, the brains of a donkey, and serious psychological problems.

    One last thing, fuckface: IT'S DELF-EYE!)

    (Edit #4: I got one last thing to say to you, you infantile, ignorant, retarded, fat, disgusting, smelly, space-wasting, air-wasting, sperm-wasting, mutated, hideous, bloated, arrogant for no reason, fascist bully that the best part of ran down your mother's crack...

    I just want to let you know that there are not any back-stabbers here, just fucking throat slashers.

    Stay the fuck away from me... or else.

    You've now been warned.)

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