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Friday, July 3, 2015

Truths From the Past



In the course of developing a new application, the XML file of the archived comments from this blog came in very handy with which to practice coding with XML that I needed to learn. And learn I did. As such, and no thanks to Blogger, all the haloscan comments have been restored to their respective blog posts. While reading over the old comments, a few things stood out, bringing to mind certain blatherings of the retardread ilk, on which I will now expound.

In particular, these comments from the past set the record straight regarding the catty claims of one backbiting old bitch. The blubberous blabberer, who on more than one occasion, while attempting to disparage me, told of how Bane would tease, mock and otherwise treat me as an object of ridicule as she and others were doing at the time - apparently to bolster their position by including in their numbers one who is highly regarded.

I never bothered to respond to the tattooed slob, knowing she was full of shit. There is a never-ending supply of delusions that can be pulled from an ass of that size, so I allowed her utterly ridiculous claims regarding Bane's opinion of me to go unchallenged. After all, it is never about truth in these situations, but whatever blows out of the biggest, loudest mouths. I figured those not partaking in the feeding frenzy were aware of the truth, which in no way resembled what the petty bitch was spouting off.

And sooner or later the truth always comes out. These comments here clearly attest that my relationship with Bane was one of mutual respect up until the day he died, when I cried like a baby. I still miss him. That is not how I would react to the demise of someone who regularly mocked me. Trust me. The thought of any of the blathering buffoons at VP biting the dust stirs not the slightest emotion. Considering that he commented at all at my blog, Bane may have even been a little fond of me, as I was of him, otherwise, I would not have often called him "Baney". In one of his blog posts Bane requested prayers on my behalf. There is NO WAY Bane is in the same category of bitter beta anklebiters as that lying cunt claimed he was with respect to how he interacted with me at VP - or in any other respect.

On the contrary, it is those very same bitter betas who Bane held in contempt. Bane may have been a sociopath, but like anyone with a modicum of discernment, he did not suffer fools and frauds. As I recall, he had several run-ins with those same blustering buffoons at VP. And as sociopaths are known for manipulating and using people, this probably explains Bane's relationship with the Amerasian hog. I would not make such a claim as fact, but I know sociopaths, and they are as cold-blooded as they can be charismatic whenever it suits their purpose.

Unlike the catty cow, I have no delusions about how Bane regarded me, I have only the facts preserved in the comments archive. And those facts prove the cunt to be a liar. I fucking hate lying cunts like her, of which there are a few more at VP that I never bothered to put in their place. It was working with the comments here that inspired this post, recalling the threads at VP in which the bitch blabbed the egregious lie which was now absolutely and incontrovertibly refuted within the retrieved comments that had I long forgotten. But I never forgot the lie.

Bane and I communicated privately in emails, always initiated by him. If Bane had the slightest bitter beta syndrome in him, behaving towards me like those bloviating blowhards, those personal exchanges would have never taken place between us. I get along very well with men of character and integrity, whereas I have always clashed with blowhards, the pusillanimous, middle-aged frat boys, and insecure, testosterone-challenged assholes, none of whose emails would ever be in my inbox. Not that they would even try - they are even more spineless than they are bigmouths, working only in the safety of packs, out in public. They'd not a have a chance in hell in a private one on one confrontation. They know who they are. So does anyone with the slightest degree of discernment.

While going over the comments, I also noticed a pattern that was not at all apparent to me at the time. I suppose that a greatly diminished mental state back then was the reason I failed to recognize the pattern of subtle passive-aggressiveness of a regular commenter. He did eventually come out of the closet at VP, where he knew it was safe for him to put his contempt for me on full display. Alas, I regret not seeing the little snake for what he was. I not only allowed him to continue, I treated him kindly. But the other regular commenters were good, sincere men and who I still consider with fondness and respect. After restoring all the comments, if I have any regrets about quitting this blog it would be that I no longer interact with them.

Anyway, read the archived comments (click "View Archived Comments" link at the bottom of every post). The past speaks louder than fat, foetid old cunts.
Update: It has come to my attention that the fat, lying cunt is still fat, a liar, and a cunt - as she undoubtedly will be ten years from now. Some things never change. This thing is one of them. The blubberous old bitch finally got a thread she could jump on to spew her insipid, clueless cattiness. Unfortunately, the window of opportunity slammed shut in her ugly face and she had to waddle away. The pig's prattling failed to instigate the hoped-for Taylor-bashing but was instead met by a chorus of crickets. One supposes that being ignored is a common occurrence for such a creature.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Real Life



April on the island with Mr.

Let me see. With a mighty fine specimen of a man in a beautiful setting - or sitting at home, blogging with a bunch of bleating, blathering nobodies. Yeah.

Next time, and I know there will be a next time, some busybody bigmouth bitter beta, delusional gamma, or foetid old cunt at VP blabbers something about Taylor, realize that while you are holed up in your dank little corner, poking at a keyboard, Taylor is most likely traipsing around somewhere, living a life that most of you petty little people can only dream about. And I've just begun to make up for the lost years.

Putting aside my personal contempt, I will take this opportunity to commend your concerted and sustained efforts against the enemies of Western Civilization - those pernicious, malignant lumps of political correctness who revere the vile and vilify the virtuous.

Blogging was never about any of you. You really are nothing to me. It was always about speaking out against the hated Orcs, for which VP served that purpose at the time. As Jamie once said, I am to the right of Attila the Hun, so I can honestly say it is great to see your success in making the vicious scum squirm and squeal, although, if I had not already moved on, the gaggle of gamergaters, sundry converts, allies, rabble and other strange/perverted bedfellows who now inhabit the blog would certainly have done it. I am highly allergic to crowds, even virtual ones. But one does what one can. Mr. has serious skillz which he is patiently teaching me, that I would love to put to use one day - when things get real.


Friday, March 20, 2015

Big Gay Serpent

It slithers and sidles, slowly, deliberately, nestling itself among foes. Ever agreeable, never contentious, careful to avoid cause for opposition or alarm, the serpent lulls them all into acceptance, and is even favored among the soft-headed who have been beguiled by the perverse from the very beginning.

Its foes, taking great pride in their civility, ever mindful to demonstrate as much to the world, give a voice and show courtesy to that which God considers an abomination. As long as the serpent is well-behaved, it may express its serpentine predilections openly and unabashedly, without fear of chastisement - lest the critic himself be immediately set upon by a swarm of high-minded peers, jumping in to defend their new ally, and denounce its detractor as a boorish, attention-seeking agitator who is derailing their discussion of utmost importance with the uncalled-for censure of a benign participant. Thus, having established immunity from judgment, the serpent is free to mingle its poison* within the context of innocuous and clever discourse (always 110% in support of the foes' point of view), working it subtly into minds and souls like an anesthetic, until all who have been exposed eventually become numb to its vileness and perniciousness.

The foes fancy that this display of magnanimity on their part is winning allies, and more important, serving to defuse a specific component of the enemy's arsenal, as if these grand gestures of solidarity between themselves and one who is typically counted among the enemy's ranks will somehow gain them ground in their war against a vast army of unconscionable serpents who gleefully celebrate the depravity by which the outlier wholly identifies itself. Meanwhile, the serpent realizes that the foes' willingness to form a strategic alliance signals the withdrawal of their moral and natural resistance to its all-consuming abomination, and just as important, serves to broadcast their tacit approval to a vast array of bystanders and supporters.

Under these conditions the war has effectively been conceded. Any victory won by such an alliance ensures the culture will remain, or soon become, as defiled and dysfunctional as it ever was. The serpent's side will not only continue to pursue their depraved, hedonistic and destructive existence, they will demand society sanction them, exactly as they do now, but will rightfully brook no opposition from the Christian side of the alliance, which will have forfeited all moral authority.

Whichever way this plays out, it is apparent that the forces of evil are once again gaining momentum. This is not to say that humans ever had a chance against the powers and principalities of this world. We are powerless on the battleground where the real war takes place. In this most epic of struggles we are not engaged as warriors - we are the territory over which the war is being waged. But we cannot be delivered from the clutches of evil by courting members who are, and intend to remain, deeply entrenched in the enemy's camp. Ultimately, there is only one warrior who can, and will, claim all the territory for Himself, and He will do so without compromise.


* A simple search immediately reveals that Big Gay Serpent has an ulterior motive for posting. Regardless of the topic, it will casually mention or insinuate something related to its perversion - whether in a personal, anecdotal, humorous, informative, or whatever context, as though its degeneracy is the most perfectly natural thing in the world. The creature has found a most suitable vehicle from which to further its agenda to normalize the abomination. That this overtly vile propaganda should be disseminated from the same platform where Christians have, for more than a decade, espoused Christian values, expressly conveys a declaration of triumph with every carefully crafted assault on those values.

This motive, from someone with a handle that is itself a garish neon sign, flashing, "Loud and Proud Pervert", is hardly surprising, but considering that its not-so-subtle attempt to infiltrate and corrupt has not been stopped, one must surmise that for all their supposed brainpower, the subversive in their midst continues to elude detection. Or, perhaps the exposure to graphic depravity no longer has an impact on their sensibilities, in which case Big Gay Serpent is right at home, and this post, should it come to their attention, will certainly be mocked. So be it. The truth is often mocked. However, one doubts that readers, most of whom are probably Christian, are going to salute the rainbow flag that has been run up the flagpole at VP, or are they much longer likely to congregate in its insidious shadow, which will continue to grow - as intended. At least, one sincerely hopes that Christians would not.


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The RCC Deleted the Second Commandment

I have just recently been made aware of the differences between the Catholic Ten Commandments and the Biblical Ten Commandments. Unsurprisingly, the RCC, in its infallible magnificence, decided that the second commandment was unnecessary and should therefore be struck from the list. They know better. The second commandment is written in Exodus as follows:
II. You shall not make for yourself a graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them or serve them; for I the LORD your God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and the fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing steadfast love to thousands of those who love me and keep my commandments.

At first I was skeptical as I had never before heard such a claim nor did I imagine that even the RCC could be so brazen, but given the evidence, it certainly appears as if the Roman Catholic Church sneaked in and altered God's Ten Commandments into its own graven image. Roman Catholic Ten Commandments explains it. Do your own research - there are other online sources as well. And if you still do not believe me, here it is, straight from the whore's horse's mouth, The Vatican.

Did you see what they did there? They deleted the second commandment regarding the worship of idols, and they split the 10th commandment into two to make up for the deleted 2nd. New, Improved Ten Commandments! Catholics may worship at the feet of their multitudes of idols whilst pretending the Word of God means a damn to them.

As with every flagrant and not so flagrant deception, one imagines the tap dancing of the explanation to be so very intricate and technical that only the most learned of Vatican scholars can fully appreciate and comprehend it - well beyond the intellect of the great unwashed. The faithful, assuming they have the first clue that anything is amiss, must simply take it on faith that all is well and good within the infallible and incorruptible RCC.

Perhaps this apparently egregious blasphemy is no such thing at all, but is instead a perfectly innocent misunderstanding, an urban myth, an old Protestant wives' tale - yet another slanderous attack on the RCC. If so, I would appreciate being disabused of my conclusion of gross iniquity on the part of the RCC with a simple, straightforward explanation. Until such time, I will be satisfied that there exists no good explanation, and once again being reminded why I left that incensed den of deceitful vipers in the first place - and never looked back.


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

53,487 136,635 146,151 People Agree

Just noticed a number on some of the posts listed within Blogger's post editor - something about a +1'd. Having not a clue what this number refers to, I googled and got the following explanation:

"1 person +1'd this post" means "1 person clicked +1 on this post," which in facebook speak means, "1 person liked your post."

I can't even see where anyone can click +1 on my blogger posts but evidently there are quite a few thousands of people who are having no problem finding this feature and using it:

Yeah, I thought it was kind of hilarious as well.

But that wasn't even close to the count of another post that was +1'd 325,531 times - quite surprisingly. Who can know what will tickle the fancy of the blabbering rabble? If I knew, I'd be a bazillionaire, living far away from the whole lot of them.

Update: It's gone up to 136,653. Hard to believe that many people give enough of a damn to click on that +1 icon. The Interwebz is a sad, pathetic place.

Update II: From yesterday to today it's gone up almost 10,000 likes. There's no way the little man is that well-known to be that much disliked. No way. I am starting to suspect a sinister hand at work here. There is probably some robofag out there +1ing every blog post with certain specific keywords. It has to be. Evil has come out of the closet and must continuously promote itself lest people remember the reason it was in the closet in the first place.


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Harem of Yore Nevermore

It is a beautiful, cool, rainy Autumn day, and I'm stuck at the computer waiting to close out a trade, so I decide to kill some time by checking out the circus of cackling clowns. Yee-ikes. If the comments from today's posts are representative of the regular commenters at VP these days, it becomes obvious that the days of the harem are long gone, never to return - unless it would be a harem of faggots (hisem? gayem? harot? fagfest? gaybuffet?). And that's not likely to happen. But who knows. They do seem to enjoy each others' company.

Not that I give a Higgs boson of a damn, but pattern recognition being what it is, one simply notes, with some amusement, the stark change in demographics from that of a few years ago.

Vox Popoli. Come for the trolling. Thtay for the thpanking.


Monday, April 28, 2014

Twaddle from the Twats at Vox Popoli

My guess is that the clueless, catty old bitch who posts as Susan at Vox Popoli is actually projecting herself. Funny how when I was still commenting at the blog the spineless twat didn't have the nerve to take her swipes at me directly. Only now, when I am no longer around to chew her up and spit her out, does she dare show her claws. Fucking piece of worthless shit. I have a special kind of loathing for sniveling cowards like that vapid cunt.

Evidently, minding one's own business is not an option that is permitted by the gaggle of petty backbiters at VP.

If someone had not emailed me, I would not have a clue that you're still going on about me. Such pathetic, forgettable nothings you are. And so deluded that you actually imagine that I'm not only still hanging around that insipid broken record of a blog, but that I am so much affected by the petty dramas there that I am compelled to violate the ban, and even more ludicrous, that I would break my own word of never posting there again, and sneak in under a fake handle for the singular purpose of insulting Vox, who is as insignificant to me as every other one of you faceless, blathering nobodies. This profoundly ignorant presumptuous drivel only serves as yet more justification for the utter contempt with which I came to have for you. In short, Susan can shove that twaddle straight up her fetid old twat.

In case it has escaped your steel traps of a brain, I have an entire blog with which to insult, mock, laugh at, disparage, ridicule, berate, and otherwise deride you mouthy motherfuckers to my heart's content. I have absolutely no need to lower myself by attempting to comment at that blog. One of you loudmouths will undoubtedly see anything I should post at this blog and run blabbing it to everyone else. This is precisely the reason I started another blog, unknown to you busybodies. I want nothing to do with you - here, there, or anywhere, ever.

I will repeat it again, realizing full well the futility as you sniping little bitches devoid of integrity and backbone are incapable of understanding this - I will never, ever comment at that blog again - under any name. Seriously, I'm just not that into you. Your significance is a figment of your very limited imaginations. I actually have a life and quite regret having wasted so much time at that blog. You people are simply not worth the consumption of a single neurotransmitter molecule. Do forget I exist, and while you're at it, go fuck yourselves to death.

And Vox, since you have no problem being a control freak at your blog, I suggest you tell the Retardread Ilk to keep me the hell out of your threads, especially when you know damn good and well that mealy-mouthed cunt was full of shit in accusing me of posting that comment. But going by today's stats, it is highly probable that either you or Spacebunny stopped by this blog twice today, for what I can only imagine was to see if I'd respond to this most recent prattle from the incessantly wagging tongues at your blog.

You must realize it's obvious to me whenever you stop by the blog, considering I know your exact location. If you don't believe me, I'll be more than happy to publish the evidence. Frankly, I'd think you'd have better things to do than check to see what I have to say. But as I said before, you have always been quite transparent to me, so I'm not completely surprised. You are not above feeding off the drama wherever you can find it.