Not quite a year ago, from a remote location on a mountain top…..

War! After being pushed into isolation the former ENFORCER to the Empress of the local art scene in Charlie West sought to go into hiding. HUNTED by the Empress herself and her minions, the former ENFORCER sought refuge atop a lonely mountain in order to ensure his safety and a means to get a foot hold for his eventual return to the civilized world. The Empress perceiving him as a threat to her kingdom in a time that it had already suffered several blows financially would sacrifice true action to heal the damage and pursue her own vendetta. Seizing the opportunity his sanctuary afforded him, the former ENFORCER would launch a counter measure directed at the Empresses failing power structure, a measure that would both utilize those who had written him off as unwitting allies while at the same time bitch slapping them for their betrayal. They would most likely go on to hate him forever after, but having already counted them among the lost as both friends and supporters he went ever forward under the battle cry I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!

As July was coming to a close I was getting ready for the climax of my little prank, but the thing that put the biggest smile on my face was a little piece of information that would fall into my lap from someone who had overheard a conversation behind closed doors at the theater. Now I not only had the key to make my point, I also had the means to make it ultra effective on another front as well. From the mountain I really had no way of knowing if my plan was being as effective as I needed it to be or even if I needed it to be at all, so I would be reaching a point soon where I would just have to wait and see how things would unfold. This admittedly made timing a pain in the ass. Some may call me evil for this, but then no one died for starters which is a major mark against that point of view, no one EVER made an effort to bring it to a close peacefully or just leave and you find it impossible to walk down the street in one of the only few pockets of civilization spread out across the valley where you might be able to find a means to start over and see what YOU would do in my position.

July 23rd

Been thinking a lot about what comes next. In light of everything I believe I’m shutting down my actor’s page. Honestly I’ve had enough of that world, if I never see another fucking stage or camera again it will be too soon. Been thinking a lot about the past and writing was always more of my arena anyway. Lol in case you didn’t notice. I liked the idea that you could be famous for your work and still kind of share in the glory of happy obscurity.

I can’t sugarcoat it, I fucking hate the world of so called performing arts, it’s so damn mired in ego and politics, to the point everything and everyone behind the curtain is just as Goddamn fake as what happens on stage. I swear I have not been surrounded by so many shallow ass motherfuckers since high school and I hated that dump too and for that very reason. LOL

I AM an asshole Buckeye, and we always hated this fucking state anyway, it was one of the few things we shared in common with Michigan, all the Goddamn refugees we got from this piss-antville because hillbillies were never able to feed their kids off the dick they made here.

Not sure going home is an option for me, but staying in this place is suicide, for many reasons, most of which is summed up by the fact that it sits at the top of damn near every shit list a sociologist could possibly make a study for.

Here’s to new beginnings in better places, with better people. ( accept in a rare few occasions.) < I got drunk that night, bitterness was indeed in full swing though one thing would stick from that moment of clarity, I would go on to focus a great deal on writing. I get that some people out there may take exception to the statement made here, to them all I can say is, You’re not me, not everyone gets put into a position to question the validity of the world they make home for themselves and knowing what I know I am grateful FOR YOU, it’s not a fate I would exactly wish on someone. If it had only been alienation it’s possible I would not have had this stand point, but it was not just alienation it was imprisonment, and being hunted by the one who sought to alienate me in the first place and seeing how none of that even put a dent in the people I had once supported. There is an exchange in The Matrix that I think sums it up quite nicely.

Neo: I can’t go back, can I?

Morpheus: No, but if you could, would you really want to?

I got my red pill, and to tell you the truth even now thinking back to some of the moments that made my time in that world worthwhile I STILL have those times that I wish I could wake up and find everything from these last few years had just been a dream. Only I know better.


RN: Hate to break the news to you but much of upper ohio( steel/rubber) and a good portion of southern michigan( auto) was all seeded REAL HEAVY during and after WWII BY WEST VIRGINIANS LMAO
I’m glad you are starting to see throu
gh the masks. Not all those in performing arts have the same egotistical attitudes or as delusional as the ones here who are make believe on and off the stage. But REAL LIFE is better without the bullshit and drama weak ppl thrive on. Better to tear everyone else down then actually work on fixing”me”- and they think others can’t see through their mask/lies! It takes a change of attitudes not latitudes to change a persons problems- even though most run like hell rather then stand and face their problems. lol
< 😀 Okay so maybe I could stand for history lesson, at least when I’m sober anyway. As for the second part……….. I would go on to recently maybe find a few who are real…. The jury is still out, but they certainly gained a measure of respect. But as for that third part, to live where people blindly accept and want nothing, or as I have seen from a different angle take a recovering junkie and what good does it really do them in a fucking place where drugs are rampant and the money from them controls the area? That Last may be partially right, but there is STILL  a pretty damn strong argument for changing latitudes as well.

TCH: There is one cure for most problems. Finding happiness from within, happiness with and within yourself. No matter where you go or what you do there is one person you cannot shake or escape… Yourself. Go if you must. It would help you make a new start and get away from old haunts and ghosts but beware. You must like the travel companion you take with you… Yourself. See this is the biggest problem with the human condition. The reason people can’t be alone and always need company. They can’t stand their damn self.. But the problem is, most other people can’t stand them… Or themselves either. (Holy crap, that was deep) and that just rolled out as I was typing grin emoticon!! But true nonetheless . I hope YOU find the happiness YOU seek. Wherever that is. Best of luck. < The greatest resentment I had towards myself was the fact that I had set myself up to make the fall so easy. That was stupid on my part, I had let a bleeding heart blind me to the realities of the world around me, but then those realities make hatred towards them just as viable. Two wrongs may not make a right but a balance must be met and that can not seem to happen so long as the concepts worthy of hatred go unchecked. I have walked the edge of that razor, even slipped a few times. After all this time and much thought I have decided that since there is no unlearning the things I have learned, it is not happiness I seek, it is BALANCE.

Shayne: It’s not about happiness, it’s about finally accepting something inside of me that I have done everything in my power to fight, only to find out…..It was always right.

TCH: Does that bring peace, or despair. I don’t know what you’re referring to, nor do I need to. If it’s not about happiness, could you at least find peace?

RN: I’d advise waiting till after first of August to travel unless you like being wet? August will be another month with below normal temps but nothing like Sept/Oct- and beyond. Cold like we haven’t seen is coming in a very few short months and you wanna go north with no where to go? Legal issues settled? Peace will only come when the Past and all those who betrayed you or turned their backs are buried and forgotten. As long as the past is the focus you’ll find nothing positive will come from it. When we hold resentment, anger or hate and live for revenge we are still hostage to those that did us wrong. The enlightened person walks away from those emotions and releases themselves from this bondage. There is no such thing as getting even or getting back at someone- unless life/future doesn’t matter to you. Children think like this. Adults( real ones) realize today and tomorrow are to precious and valuable to waste on yesterday’s.

Shayne: Revenge is pointless, those of my past are of little consequence. Revenge is not the motivation of my action, using what it all has given me to ensure my own place above them is. I have stated my belief on peace in a world where there is always going to be something or someone in your damn face. What some call peace I call complacency and in it, real growth stops. Peace is for gods who no longer have a higher tier to reach not us, we must suffer in order to learn the truth, that is how we get STRENGTH with our WISDOM.
Asked if my epiphany could give me peace if not happiness my only answer is…Neither, that was not the realization that was meant to. What it will give me is a means to rip down the weakness that got me in this position in the first place, the weakness that had me building the pedastools of others, rather than my own, to the point that all it took to send my ass down into the abyss was JUST a little push.

RN: Place above them? And you say not revenge motivated? Inward looking is one of the directions to seek the knowledge of truth brother? You can do better then this. Tough frigging love bro

Shayne: I will be remembered for what I gain, they will not, and they have no real wish to, and no real wish make a solid enough foundation for anything that can last. You can’t take revenge on people like that anyway. So yeah, I do say My place above them, without regards to revenge. Revenge requires intent, they simply don’t matter enough for me to care about how anything I do effects them good or bad.
I agree introspection is a path to knowledge, but anything that is limited only to self will only carry one so far, and will blind you to the truth of the world you live in without the other, that too was part of what led to my fall. The hard cold truth I got from my introspection is that…..I deserved all of this, because I rendered myself too weak to keep it from happening. All I’m saying is Take no shit and if you believe you have more to offer the world than another, Step on the toes that they aren’t using anyway, it’s a bigger crime to the world not to.

RN: Then why not say your place in the world? Get it? lol
The subconscious mind Speaks volumes when you tune in to it. We all have been programmed by a colonial religious culture that wants us tore-up, knotted up inside. That way we turn to them( governmen
t/church). What you believed that crap about separation? I suppose you think media tells the facts/truth? LMAO
Jokin brother- but you see what I mean I hope? When they no longer enter your thoughts and no longer truly matter then we say- “They are Dead to Me”. And that means they no longer exists at all. THIS- is what destroys these pettyass insecure two face ppl. Then they have no power at all in our lives and they are stuck thinking about us and where they were defeated. And as they dwell upon us- we draw their medicine/energy from THEM! So which way do you wanna go towards the future- gaining or draining?
< We had many such debates over the year. It’s always good when you have someone who will take something from a perspective you haven’t thought of to open your eyes. I will never say I am always right, and in fact when emotion takes center stage and mix with train of logic I can be a fucking rabid Bulldog. People like this can ground you keep you from going overboard. Debate, not argument, sadly so many of us today can not distinguish the difference.

Shayne: We spar well. 😀 Most people just don’t wanna play with me. LOL I get it and I suppose right now especially, it does still occupy a special place in the back of my mind. I fear that’s the curse of having a wound to tend during battle. I am having to baby step around it as much as possible so it doesn’t completely suck me in, once I gain full footing the ability to let it go will fall into place, by then I will have other things, better things to occupy myself and thoughts with anyway.

RN: You have the medicine/power to cure it anytime you choose to see it as a blessing? Yes it’s hard right now. No you’re not wealthy and own a lot of stuff- but those days will be over for everyone before long I’m afraid;economy or weather event- something will break the bank the government spends from and it’s downhill from there. Right off a cliff lol
We can choose to diminish, negate or amplify anything mental we choose to. And usually ppl just preoccupy themselves rather then dealing with it- that’s why they step around that wound years later. Free yourself now and look at all the fake crap you no longer deal with?

Shayne: It’s diminishing slowly, the big dog is yet to come off it’s leash. When it does and I get my not guilty nod. It will all be past, all but that utter waste of rain forest that tells me to do what I was already fucking doing anyway. Now that does bring up a valid point. We said “civil” and my demeanor changed, I thought it was over, then I got booted in the snow. I bitched for two weeks tops before deciding, fuck it, none of that shit I left was worth it. For two months pretty much all I focused on was putting Humpty Dumpty together again. Then I find I can’t even be seen in public without someone stirring shit up, adding a new element and leading to this. I can’t really ever be sure it is past. Again I ask at what point do I earn the right of self defense? My ass on street, has shown me that JUST shrugging it off isn’t saving me from anything.

RN: You deserve many rights brother. But what I’m saying is that “They”are already seen for what they really are. You not doing anything or saying anything has proven once and for all that it wasn’t you that has the mental issues. All the cries of wolf were only cries of “look at me”and by now even the courts and law enforcement has figured out that there’s something really wrong with that one.
You didn’t respond like they said you would and that got many ppl thinking- and many others were already over the attitude of superiority that had to endure from her while trying to be involved with KP. Devon has stayed out of it- but I let him know what others had said about her anger, screaming and yelling at cast members. Make-up she was excellent at- directing she doesn’t have the ppl skills or the talent/education and it’s aware enough to realize that ppl laugh at her behind her back! Stay calm and stay quiet and it SCREAMS VOLUMES AGAINST HER AND THOSE AROUND HER.
How to Kill a Mocking Bird

Shayne: My final words as I walked out the door was. You won’t hide who you are forever, everyone will see you for what you are at some point. I just find taking the ass kicking hard until SOMEONE has the guts like me to challenge her power structure. That damn power structure is all she has and it’s crippled. Without it she goes back to being just a little Cabin Creek girl who works part time at a salon and has to deal with shut in daddy who only leaves the house three times a year and is a bigger asshole than both of us combined. These people have already shown with me that once you don’t matter, you don’t matter, no matter what you have done. I NEED her power gone, as much as I hate it, I pray for the place to go under, it’s all she has and the only way I’ll be safe for as long as I’m here. I mean I like some people but the choice between my life and their good time or memories of long ago with family history, ain’t no fucking choice for me. < In short as long as someone could pass information on for favor or asylum from the tyrant who was using the presidency of one of the oldest theaters around, I would never BE LEFT THE FUCK ALONE, and I was in NO POSITION to keep carrying the fight like that.

RN: Her power is already collapsing? She has overplayed her hand and ppl are aware of what and who she is. In short time she’ll be without KP. She alone has run off many talented ppl- and word has gotten out.
FYI- praying for revenge only aids the person you seek to hurt. Creator don’t play that! lol


July 24th

Yeah, I’m gonna have fun with this one. First lets give it a handicap in it’s favor and completely bar the fact that it is itself an opinion meant to profoundly inspire someone on a personal level, making it defeating of it’s own purpose. Heh heh

RESULT is fact, it’s tangible. This whole statement is based on the idea that you should not care simply because of a perpetrators intent or the fact that way deep down they didn’t mean it. That doesn’t change that I’m sitting in the parking lot of McDonalds with four knifed tires, it doesn’t change that you didn’t get hired because someone who didn’t like you talked shit to the boss after your interview. it doesn’t change the realization of TRUTH which causes it to sting. All of these are RESULTS and they are what make the real personal impact.

Now as much as even I cringe at this thought sometimes, we are all related, we share an ecosystem, a social structure. EVERYTHING is connected, which causes RESULTS to have chain reactions. What happens to one effects the whole, like it or not. My ability to stick my fingers in my ears and go LA LA LA isn’t going to magically reinflate my tires, or get you hired and it damn sure ain’t gonna take away the consequence of TRUTH.

This is an introspected thought, an individuals response to a situation without any real thought put in to how people, places and things connect with one another. What happens to one effects all that is REALITY. The only DREAM that we need immunization from is the idea that it doesn’t. That’s a cheap way to shirk responsibility for our individual little parts we play in the overall HUMAN CONDITION. In short it is DOGMATIC SIMPLEMINDEDNESS at its shinyest.


This was put up on the page of another of the brood, so I took the liberty of putting it on mine, but not by itself. It annoys me when people put shit like this up anyway and they let it stand alone, like it is some profound statement of self. It’s NOT, it’s just copycatting. It tells me you agree with this, it does not tell me WHY and lets face it, the WHY is what really defines our thoughts and our identity, without that it’s just…….Well, copycatting.


July 26th

Peace is a lie
There is only Passion
Through Passion, I gain Strength
Through Strength, I gain Power
Through Power, I gain Victory
Through Victory, my Chains are Broken

From the teacher who got miffed because I refused to utter even One more word of a Pledge that I had already spoken and had yet to do anything to break, To the preacher who always smiled at the 7 year old boy until the day I asked “Does God have a boss?” The tolerant preacher looked at me and said “No son, God is The Boss, He is the boss over everything.” “Then why did Jesus HAVE to die in order for Him to forgive us, if He wasn’t made to?” The preacher, losing patients reverts to standard Christian structure. “Because he is God and that’s how He decided it should be done and you don’t question that,none of us do, it’s not our place.” To which, in true child fashion I asked my last question. “Doesn’t that make God as mean as the Devil himself?” That preacher never smiled at me again, in fact you would think he believed he was looking at Damien, when he even bothered to look at me at all after that.

I can picture the squint and the frown of the psychiatrist who did my psych evaluation when my response to his question of “You can see how this can be taken as a threat, don’t you?” Was ” You just said you could see where it was all metaphor just a second ago, so I have to ask How would you have really viewed it if you had just come across it on the internet first rather than getting it faxed to you from a prosecutors office in regards to a felony case?” I never got an answer.

My point, I have always been stuck IN this world, but I have never been OF it. Never fit in, never belonged, little of it has ever made any fucking sense to me. I don’t know why, I do know this to be why I went silent for so long, and even that didn’t help, I was still the vampire, the warlock, the satanist, the serial killer the freakshow in the eyes of most around me.
I have always been IN this world, but never OF it. My last great conflict is drawing to a close as I finally start to realize, that really isn’t a bad thing. < If this one looks familiar that’s because it makes up the very first entry I ever put up on this blog. Yeah that was actually a part of my ongoing lead up to the punchline, but then an awful lot of truth really is said in jest isn’t it?


Well come on now storm, damn it. I have the urge to have me a Lt. Dan moment. < I received word that a huge storm was coming, and yes when it finally did, I would have my Lt. Dan moment, you might say that it was the second time that year I dared to challenge God. I felt myself slipping off the razor, it really is inevitable when there is a fine line between standing for justice and feeding a hatred.


RN: Tomorrow will be the real ordeal! Super cells are expected to build up and connect along the Ohio river valley. Same as Derechio two years ago. (He shared weather maps showing me what was supposed to be coming.)

Shayne: Nice I look forward to getting impaled by flying tree branches. And why the Hell is it always July? < Two years before there a storm cell come through the valley, it had knocked over 16 trees in my inlaws field next door and when my wife and I were on our way home after closing the shop for the day we were damn near slammed by a large piece of gas station sign that the wind had ripped off and sent spinning down MacCorkle Avenue.

RN: This year at least it will be cooler air- so that could play in our favor. Watch for ground lightening( striking downward everytime) in the distance- and get in or under something that can take the strike( culvert, pipe, rock overhang)


July 27th

That little shit last night felt so promising. You let me down mama, you fucking let me down, I was actually to stand in the glory of your terrible might, and all you did was get my ass a little wet when I forgot and sat on my cooler this morning. That’s alright mama nature, I fucked you in my mind, I guess that’ll have to do. LOL < The storm was slow to hit the area I was in, though it would finally strike, not as bad as it was supposed to be, but still pretty damn potent.


Ahhh Finally! It may not be what I expected, but it’s coming and I’ll take it. Rare are the moments that you can become one with nature through the sheer ferocity within you and She both. I like to think of it as Zen from the other end.


WOOOOO! DAMN SHE’S BEAUTIFUL! Okay taking this momentary lull to dry off and smoke. Those wonderful times that you can’t tell the difference between sweat and the pouring rain. Love you mama, I knew you wouldn’t screw me over.


TCH: I love the rain also. I like to be out in it. I prefer to do yard work when it’s drizzling cause you get hot, sweaty and dirty anyway. Not in a downpour, that’s a bit much, but drizzle, yes. It’s comforting. I also love the pool when it’s raining. If it starts to lightning I get out and make the kids as well, cause I’m not an idiot. But I don’t understand people who get out of the pool or beach when it starts to rain… Aren’t you there to get wet anyway?? Disneyworld is awesome in a light drizzle. Everyone leaves do the lines die down and you’re doing all that walking anyway so the rain keeps you cool. Oh… And love sitting on the porch during a raging storm.

Shayne: I put Dragon’s Fang to use during it last night, going straight into the high velocity part, letting the storm dictate the pace. 😀 Sometimes you just have to share your anger with the one, who will least judge you for it. There are just no words to describe the feeling of Mother Nature sharing her power with you. It was one Hell of a sight, I am literally on top of a mountain, I have one street lamp that was put in for the road and when the power went out, the only light I had in my grassy field was from the lightning that lit up the charcoal sky.< Dragon’s Fang was the sword kata I made for myself as a form of meditation, it adopted movements of Tai Chi, A little Capoeira  footwork in the faster parts and yes Lightsaber  dueling. In fact when I had first done it I used a lightsaber letting the humming noise and the colored light play it’s effect on the meditation process, in this instance I was using a sturdy and well balanced stick.


July 28th

And from the way me tent be blowin I would say break times over.


Peace is a lie
There is only Passion
Through Passion, I gain Strength
Through Strength, I gain Power
Through Power, I gain Victory
Through Victory, my Chains are Broken

😀 All charged up. Many forms of meditation have I used over the years, this is by far my favorite. It doesn’t require the stifling of self, but rather encourages it. ( Better described as transcendence through acceptance of what you are by nature, as opposed to sticking a hand up your ass and a foot through your earlobe and calling yourself godly, like the Yogis. You have a body, you exist in this physical plane, you shit no different than anything else with one to five legs, come off that fucking high horse.)The results are also quite different as even though I sit here now totally relaxed watching the lightning flicker now in the distance, my whole fucking body hums.

Ultimately it very much feels like the essence of controlled fury. Not rage, lets be clear. Rage can not be controlled because it is too much like a wild fire. It builds and builds and while it renders you invulnerable to pain and makes you strong as a damn ox, no human body can stand up to it for long.

I remember at 16, laying into the heavy punching bag in the garage everyday just to let it all out, but that’s the problem with it, it doesn’t come out, it just builds. I remember just going until I could not stand, could not lift my arms, could not feel the pain of knuckles that were black and bloody, could not pull a coherent thought out of my head for hours through the white noise in my brain, but I could still feel that fire burning. Four hours later my thoughts had worked their way from nothing, to a random word or image, to sentences and finally back to normal. The fire would be gone, snuffed out by my body and brains almost simultaneous shut down. And then I felt it, every fucking bit of it, the fists that I could hardly unball, the full body ache, because you don’t realize that every powerful hit that just about knocked that 50 pound fucker through the wall, was shock your body was absorbing with it.

Those days did teach me the futility of rage, the reason it isn’t worth wielding. All it does is eat. I would go on over the next two years finding alternatives until the rage was no longer there, lets be clear the RAGE was no longer there, the anger still was. It is this meditation that I found that converts ANGER into something more…..practical, Thus controlled fury, as still as the unbroken surface of a pond, but quickly called on for all manner of action. I daresay, my inner conflict forged from the need of self improvement has saved us all A LOT of grief, over the years, consider that, when I say peace is a lie, that may not be the NEGATIVE statement many think it is.


My domain atop the mountain.



TCH: Looks peaceful. So you be King of this Mountain? Lol.

Shayne: Yep, I even mow this field once a week.

TCH: I noticed it looked freshly cut. Still like your landscaping job?

Shayne: Oh yeah!

KJ: Very peaceful and drama free!


Peace is a lie
There is only Passion
Through Passion, I gain Strength
Through Strength, I gain Power
Through Power, I gain Victory
Through Victory, my Chains are Broken

This has been my morning and nightly prayer, my daily power mantra. It has become how I draw focus in the face of long odds, when the thought of them causes everything inside to overwhelm my ass. I’m at war, plain and simple. There are no NORMAL days for me. No going home after work and chilling out, no anticipation of everyday things that we all ( I AM GUILTY TOO) take for granted. Hardly any friendly faces, that I don’t do a double take on, once finding out that there were those who just itched to go and feed the frenzy that landed my ass here.

I walked away for the sake of looking forward. Turning the other cheek FAILED. I have little faith that things will just work out because it would be FAIR if they did.
Little TRUST when I have hardly any way to tell the difference between friend, foe or neutral force. And the only real Strength I have, is what I have dug from the pits after setting myself up for the FALL.

Let it go, it’s the past. For fucking WHO exactly? I’ve become a bastard, NOT for vengeance, NOT for the novelty of it, but because only a bastard CAN climb their way back from THIS. My apologies to those well meaning folk on the outskirts , BUT my Passion and what valuable help I have received is going to be ALL that CAN save my ass, if it even can be saved in the end.


TCH: 🙁  seeing your mountain and reading this reminds me of the Jim Carey version of, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. I hope you don’t take offense to that. He lived on his mountain that he went to when no One would accept him for who he was and became more and more anti social and angry. Until Cindy Lou saw thru it and brought him out of his shell. Don’t give up on all the Who’s in Whoville. A few are worth coming off the mountain for.

Shayne: If it’s any consolation, everyone’s WhoHash will be safe from me……..this year. :D

TCH: Lol. And the RoastBeast?

Shayne: Now that you might have to watch the only choice meats in these woods are deer and bear and I have no way to hunt them.


July 29th


Good morning boys and girls. I wanted to take a moment to practice what I preach. You may notice, that I have totally went to a picture of special significance to me. The closer I am getting to my trial, the more scared I got to the idea of using this picture. I have decided FUCK THEM.  😀 I’m also a Juggalo, if they wish to cry about that too. What began an image used in volunteer work, is now an exercise of freedom of religion as well, you see for all who asked are you a Satanist? (A perfectly recognized religion in the eyes of our brave U S Armed Forces as well, I might add.) My answer is still no….just a commercially acceptable modified version of it. 😀 I bet few fans actually realized that, more of them would have shit themselves. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, it’s basically just a belief in SELF empowerment. All that goat sacrificing bullshit is the work of extremists and propaganda.

I figured I might as well just own that shit. And hey if the nancy boy English can give the world Jedi, of course America would give it Sith, we are the rebellious bad asses after all.

With Love and Honesty
Darth Venomous a.k.a  Shayne Workman < I had set it up long enough I had figured it was time to make the puppets dance. You see the thing about the Junior High School clique mentality is that they really are a superstitious and cowardly lot and because of this they are just so damn predictable. They have they same arguments every time and in fact the same type of gags of which the cheerleader liking the outcast gag is there strongest. It simply does not matter if the motherfuckers are 15 or 35. As planned I was once more the Debil wit da Fitch Pork LOL. It would take less than half a day before I started seeing all the posts putting down MAGIC USE and such, and in fact the very next day I would inspire an entire blog entry revolving around the counter magic of the witch jar. LOL yeah I had hit pay dirt, now it was time to deliver and milk that fucking punchline.


😀 (snicker) I nike pangcankes < This was my first response to the opening “Witch Hunt” all the little shallow hippy shitfacers thought they were having. 😀 This line also came with a link to the Eminem song Criminal.



I don’t know the answer to this one, but what I do know from what I learned on the streets is this. I heard the same damn line constantly from the people who didn’t really have shit of their own. “I don’t know you and I don’t have much, but what’s mine is yours.” I wasn’t shitting you when I said that put things into perspective for me, especially considering where I had come from to be there. < At this point I felt the need after starting to whip out the punchline of my clever gag to remind these sorry fucks of what started this little war with them in the first fucking place and to let them know after showing them how fucking stupid they are  why it was I saw this type of people as being more deserving of the time and effort I had spent years putting in the wrong fucking place for the ones who forgot.


RN: One is connected to the One God. The other worships the demon money

Shayne: Money ain’t no demon, it’s just paper. The demon is in us for giving it a higher value than life. We can’t keep pointing fingers at inanimate objects, the darkness is within and it should not be ignored, it has to be faced in order to truly master it and overcome.

RN: Yes you’re right- it’s the desire to own, posses and control that makes ppl weak. But anger is the same weakness

Shayne: ALL OF IT has to be faced, mastered, converted. IT does exist in nature for a REASON thus it has PURPOSE, or we are just being fucked with by higher powers, don’t much appreciate the idea of that either.

RN: It ONLY EXISTS in the ppl that have LOST THEIR WAY! In nature it’s ritual for a purpose of life

Shayne: Little babies get pissed off, they are too new to the world to have lost their way in anything. It is still in our NATURAL capacities or it would not even be POSSIBLE for us to get angry over anything.


July 30th

Since I am way too fucking flattered and amused to even be insulted anymore. Here it is folks once more with feeling. 😀 …..Oh and uh I nike pangcankes ( golf clap) < This was in response to the blog post I mentioned about counter magic. and yes I again added the link to the Eminem song Criminal in case they weren’t getting the message that they had been duped.



😀 Clearly Chopra here has never been on an interstate in Chattanooga Tennessee when shit hit the fan. I can only say that as you deftly swerve and control speed with asshole tight, being in the moment, that ain’t love flipping 15 times in your direction you see, it’s an Escalade. < Because Goddamn Care Bears have little in the way of logic or practical sense as far as I have seen in their rhetoric. 😀


Later that night I posted a link to a piece about if men acted like feminists simply because I knew it would further grind the ass of brats who mistook me for someone who would not put them in their fucking place for being dicks just because they were girls. It got a response of course………..


July 31st

😀 I started weak, I did, I really did. It’s just while I was getting schooled in Pokemon by Roy’s kid ( thank God the rules are still the same.) I got a little nostalgic and I kind of realized, to some degree and in some ways, I have hated my Ex wife for the wrong reasons. I get it, as I use the very tactic she taught me all so well. It is fun you know, orchestrating the reactions of utter fucking idiots. 😀 But hey, I at least I put up the for entertainment purposes only disclaimer. LOL < AND NOW THEY WERE STARTING TO GET IT. Though I can kind of see why they were just so quick to underestimate me given my position and how expendable I was to those who never looked past their own fucking upturned noses to see that I may have been quiet, but I was still full of surprises. The Artists of Charlie West had just got their asses handed to them……by a damn Hobo. Funny little world we live in isn’t it?




Hi guys, I have been told in a couple comments in reviews that because of the language and because this has been a story told from more of a personal stand point that the name The Unspoken Ethic holds no real relevance to the content. First off I don’t believe in the concept of profanity, words are words. Now I’m not going to just go into like a church or some place where people don’t generally speak that language screaming FUCK THE WORLD anymore than I would walk through the streets of Guatemala speaking only English. That said, this is my world here, even though I get that I live in a country where if someone overheard me say that I was going to go smoke a fag, even as I was going off for my cigarette break, well I could suddenly be in hot water with the law all over again for making “threatening” statements in what would then be a hate crime. Isn’t it intent anyway that determines the meaning of the word? Take FUCK for instance, now that can be used in an insult, but it can also be used to express surprise, or humorous joy. When it comes to it, Fuck is a very versatile word. Don’t tell that to the substitute word users though, because apparently they believe that saying Oh FUDGE in place of FUCK really changes the context in which it is used, but then isn’t that how the future of “profanity” is formed? Isn’t that why I could get in trouble for saying that I’m going to go smoke a fag? Isn’t that why  blow means suck in sexual terms? Words are words, get over it, and don’t give me the whole, you sound so uneducated bullshit, you pompous ass windbags, because I could sit and take the time to explain to you about how the fecal matter is mere millimeters from striking the pivot jointed, rotating, oscillator, but chances are I’m just going to tell you the shit’s about to hit the fan. The Unspoken Ethic is about tearing down the bullshit barriers that  do not make any fucking sense by shedding light on the the basis for these ideals we hold so dear and bringing them into question. Especially because we are taught not to think about them, or determine if they in fact make any damn sense or serve any real purpose to people as a whole. So I would say that what I write here does indeed hold relevance to the name, because even when we know something to be true we keep our fucking mouths shut just to keep from rocking the boat and painting that target on our backs.

My story may be from a personal perspective, that does not change that it was written because I refused to do what everyone is EXPECTED to do and just go quietly into the night another silent casualty of the ignorance of people. I was born of controversy but the good thing about that is, it has allowed me to incorporate my insanity into what I am doing to get ahead, so unlike most who find themselves constrained by the bullshit politics of their little paper worlds, I don’t have to hide, and many times have those who thought they were hot shit had their asses handed to them because they thought their position changed anything where handling me was concerned. You might be the hot shot baseball player, or queen of the four grand budget indy horror flick world, but this is ideological pit fighting you fucks and the rules are different here.

In the coming days you will see more of a change in direction here though, I intend to finish my narrative of last year, but more and more will I start tackling other issues and ideologies head on. I am sure many out there will not like everything I have to say, I respect your right to have a different view and the intestinal fortitude it would take to bring it to my world and challenge me head on, but know I will fucking lay your ideas to waste and show you for a fool if you don’t bring your A- game. 😀 – Love BIG CAT

This is pulled directly from posts on my Writers page on Face Book. I figured that I have promoted all these stories that I have written in the same series with different genres yet I have not really explained the purpose behind this or how they fit together, until now. Oh and if you like what read on this and want to get updates that I don’t post here, swing by and give the page a like at   Now on with the entry. 😀



Jordan Davis was a skeptic who thought he knew it all, but he is about to discover that something evil lurks in the dark corners of a realm he never believed in. Trapped in a place where nightmares and reality intertwine, Jordan must find his way back to the waking world before his family falls prey to a malevolent Trickster. This modern day horror fable full of twisted irony is sure to leave you wondering just what is hiding in that place beyond all dreams? Just as Jordan Davis finds that it isn’t what can’t be proven, but rather what can’t be dis-proven that can get you when you let your guard down.

The first published story in the Spirit Realm series was written with a few things in mind. First I wanted to introduce what would be a recurring creature in the series with style, by showing you just how much of a threat it could really be. The reason I chose self publication was because a publishing company would not generally put out something that is just too hard to promote because it has no genre that really defines it. I know that while this story was a horror story that some of the other stories that the trickster appears in would not be. I had no wish to get pigeon holed into the horror genre because of this one story. Take a classic like “The Lord of The Rings novels, because it was an epic adventure tale it could only hint and suggest just how terrifying the Nazgul was. Choosing this path allowed me to show a gruesome demonic presence in it’s prime element so that in the next story when you see a pack of them chasing a twelve year old boy even though that story does not go into the same graphic detail, readers familiar with this creature can still have an Oh Shit! moment and it allows me to add that horror element without having to go into the same graphic territory. Also nothing scares the Hell out of people like the unknown, But how can it be unknown when it is as in your face as it is written in this story? The answer to that is in the concept itself, skeptics can look at this story and say yeah that’s ridiculous, but can you really say that? When you think of all the surprise suicides and murders, and when you think about the fact that it is a concept that can not really be proven false, because if a person faces a situation like the one in the story and they snap out of it, well that was just the most realistic and frightening nightmare they ever had, but if they don’t………. Well take that in consideration the next time you hear of someone dying “peacefully” in their sleep. That is the real power of the horror element in this tale, it’s the What if factor.

It is available now on however when the next story is released, the novella “The Druids Son: A Historical Fable Of The Spirit Realm” on 5/5/15 I am hoping that I can get it formatted to fit the requirements for availability on Barnes and Noble, as well as Apples IStore for Ipads and such and when the day comes that I get my actual website up it will become available there as well.


The Journey To The River


When twelve year old Todd Grayson is left in grave condition after an accident, he finds himself trapped in a strange and dangerous world. Now Casey his Spirit Guide/Guardian must help him find a way to The Great River to continue the life cycle or lose him to the evil forces that lurk below the surface of the waking world.

Bonus story: Last Night On Earth – A young man acts on a plan to commit suicide in the middle of a secluded forest, only to find there is more to this world than he realized.

Some of you may remember “Last Night On Earth” as the one post story that I put on this page, way back in October of last year. I wrote that while I was laying out “The Journey to The River: An Adventure Fable Of The Spirit Realm” and so I was already laying the groundwork for some of the concepts that were introduced with “Journey” The Great River and it’s function is mentioned to the protagonist Kevin by the Elves who we later are recognized as Nature Spirits or Spirits that have a direct link with the Spirit Realm, but were in fact created by the life energy of the Earth itself. Again huge LOTR fan, I love Elves and I really wanted them for the Spirit Realm series. My Elves are very similar to Tolkiens Elves in a lot of ways. They too, left the world of man when humans in their fear and ignorance began viewing them as oppressive overlords when they in fact were only trying to help us develop, and so they, like Tolkiens Elves harbor a sadness for the break in that connection. In the modern world they get very few human visitors and so they cherish every connection they acquire. We find they even planted the seeds of belief in them through the fictional tales we read and hear in hopes that one day people would come to believe in them again and accept them back. They are real good at planting seeds in peoples minds and in both “Last Night” and “Journey” we see how they use this to aid people, they are themselves lost in a way and so they view themselves as keepers of that which is lost.

“The Journey To The River:An Adventure Fable Of The Spirit Realm” was written with a question many of us have asked in mind. What about people whose bodies are being kept alive through machines in hospitals, I can think of few things that really make people wonder about the existence of the soul more so than this concept. Are they just meat? Is anything left of who they were? And if there is anything is it trapped or has it already moved on? The fact that the Protagonist is a child was not only meant to make exploring this concept a little more poignant, it also played better with how the relationship between Todd and his spirit guide Casey develops. It really is sort of a buddy adventure tale set against the back drop of a tragic situation. The Tricksters return to the series again as the main threat, but like I said before if you read the HORROR story that featured the being, then it added to the fright factor they represented without me having to go into the same graphic detail in a story that it really would not have fit that well. I have said that Stephen Kings Dark Tower series has been a huge inspiration to the Spirit Realm stories and it’s influence really is shown more in how I am tying all of these stories together in one world, I can have the “Adventure” story that happens to have creatures from my “Horror” stories and to me that builds a depth to this world I am writing and makes it more tangible, more real. It’s a world where Horrifying shit wanders about, but so does good things, things that care and are helpful, Bad shit happens to good people, but even though it does, there is a sense of a grand scheme to things and even the worst situation can open a persons eyes to understanding and hope. Some people are lucky, some people shit out of luck and often times whether any of us realize it or not our own choices do tend to play a factor maybe even more so than spiritual influence most of the time. We have free will for a reason.

“The Journey To The River: An Adventure Fable Of The Spirit Realm” is available now on Like “The Trickster: A Horror Fable Of The Spirit Realm” it too is currently in the process of making sure the formatting is suitable to be able to have it offered on other sites as well.








When the Druid Cathasach and Lady Adaryn are summoned to aid a small village, they fall prey to the fear and ambition of a local councilman. Wrongfully accused of murder, Lady Adaryn must flee from the villagers with Cathasachs help. Now the Orders to which they belong, having to choose between exciting the growing misgivings the common folk have towards their kind or hunt their own, have sent agents to help find them. The two find comfort in a forbidden union to one another as they stand against the hatred of the people and the wrath of their own, but they are not alone, for the goddess Nantosuelta and her mate Sucellus have set the stage to ensure the continued existence of the magic users in a world that would seek to wipe them out and humanities connection to the Spirit Realm with them.

“The Druids Son: A Historical Fable Of The Spirit Realm” marks the arrival of many firsts in the series. It is the longest of all the stories to date breaching short story length into novella territory. It also introduces, for the first time ever, the human magic users of old and many new types of Nature Spirits to join the Elves. The first time that the primary threat to the main characters are not spirits or demons at all but rather humans. The first time we meet one of the old gods and the birth of the Twin Flames. The Twin Flame in the Spirit Realm series is the combination of Spirit Guide and Soul that are born at the same time, The Spirit Guide keeps watch over the soul throughout however many lifetimes until the incarnation of that soul is born that makes contact with the spirit guide and from there the connection between the two sparks the flame within both and together they start unlocking their full potential. This is what you know, now for the behind the scenes stuff that most of you are not aware of. In August of last year I was facing a trial for a bulllshit felony charge, having already dealt with divorce and homelessness while in the process of most of the legal proceedings I was on the verge of folding. It was during this time that I started reflecting more and more on my life up to that point and as a way of dealing with it I started writing a story in chapters. It was a story that incorporated many actual events from my life, about me and my spirit guide the Raven Natasha. This story was like self help to put things from my life into perspective, but this story became the basis for the entire Spirit Realm series and the base line for the full length novel to be released on 11/30/15 now titled “The Tale Of The Twin Flames: My Experiences In The Spirit Realm” I went from being someone who squandered most of their time to someone who actually finishes what they start. In truth the closer I get to putting all of it behind me I started feeling compelled to go back to the story, but I did not want to just do a short story that would come after or have to be thrown in the middle of the novel so using another source of inspiration Yu-Gi-Oh! Yeah I’m a geek through and through, I’m also an asshole and as such I am a huge Seto Kaiba fan. The story line from the shows final season Dawn Of The Duel where Kaiba learns about his former life as an Egyptian Priest and how his connection to his trademark Blue Eyes White Dragon began, spawned the idea of giving “The Tale Of The Twin Flames” a historical beginning. No I am not saying I was a Druid in my first life, I do have a lot of Celtic heritage in my family , particularly on my mothers side and I got the idea to set the story around 500 B.C. in the British Isles. and like I said it covers the BIRTH of the twin flames. I will say no more than that so as not to spoil the whole damn story, just give you an idea that it really is more of a love story than anything and if you read the opening that I put up on my blog as a preview and wondered if it was a coincidence that the Druid Cathasachs Spirit Guide, Nuallan is a blue eyed dragon, it isn’t. I like to pay my respects and give little nods of gratitude to the things that keep the gears in my own head turning to keep coming up with these stories. If this tale has a moral it is simply what love must endure for the sake of keeping those connections we cherish from slipping from us, set in the back drop of the question, is it more important to be Religious and rigidly set in your ways or Spiritual and more open to changes for the sake of adapting as the world around you becomes something you no longer recognize.

“The Druids Son: A Historical Fable Of The Spirit Realm” Will be Available on multiple sites for multiple devices on May Day 5/5/15


Trolls are a part of the game here in blog land apparently, they are most unfortunately unavoidable and can range in shape and size from the angst ridden teenager to those with personal issues of insecurity, all the way to people who might have some real problem with the person they are trolling and feel the need to get back at them. Despite the various shapes and sizes, they all seem to share one thing in common, that being, they are, all of them, cowards who hide behind the mask of FALSE IDENTITY. None are more hilarious in my mind however than the ones who try to take the stand of a moral high ground when attacking their STALKED prey.  😀 This post deals with a back and forth battle I have recently had on here and while you can go to the various posts in order to get the full course of what transpired, I will make it easy and put it all right here in this post. Now this is not an invite, and this person, like I stated will no longer be allowed through, I just felt compelled, since it all happened in the first place, to give everyone a first hand look at the pit falls of coward mentality. Because I can. Because this is my world here at this domain and that gives me home field advantage. Most of all, my loyal readers with all of my own angst getting spilled all over this page, I felt you deserved the benefit of a good laugh like I had at someone who thought that theirs was any less pathetic.

I still don’t know for certain the exact size and shape of this person and frankly don’t need to. I know enough to know that they are either a depraved child, or a ghost of one of the many I have pissed off by not holding back the truth or dying off like I was expected to back when these people believed they had the upper hand. One thing however is certain, that being a simple truth. People who HIDE behind fake identities actually believe they have something worth protecting by doing so. Maybe it’s his or her ass because they know they are out to piss someone off. Maybe it’s a political position that could be jeopardized by people seeing the truth behind their lies. Maybe it’s because they have a reputation as a cheap 5th rate performer and like the political position, that too could be jeopardized should anyone find out the truth about how they really are. Whatever the reason, please allow me to reiterate a simple truth. That picture you see tied to the blog account, that’s me in April of 2013, my name is SHAYNE A WORKMAN and I approve this message. 😀


Jesse <(They claimed….The first time) 10/29/14 6:43pm

You sound like a bitch. < ( And that was it, THAT was the grande statement that they bothered to put up.)


Shayne <(Me, always has been.) 10/29/14 8:18pm

…. :D Give me a second, I’m too busy laughing….. One more…. (Ahem) I’m sorry was it the words or the figures that was too damn big for you grasp. I say what I say, I even have a Picture cause I don’t give a fuck who knows it. Common sense dictates that I while I may sound like a bitch, the only one visible is the FACELESS LITTLE PUSSY SPRAYING SHIT AT RANDOM CAUSE YOU’RE BORED JACKIN OFF TO PICTURES OF GIRLS TOO HOT FOR YOU TO HANG WITH. If that tired ass “you sound like a bitch.” line is the best you can muster, suck it up princess, buy you another box of tissues, and go back to gawking at girls faking orgasms. < (I figured what the Hell, a cheap comment may not merit a response, but then what would it hurt to throw one out just for the humor of it, I doubted at the time they would even come back anyway making their ONE ingenious comment.)


R U SERIOUS? <(The second time around, Checking later on I would find that the IP Address matched Little Jesse’s Now whether it is genuine in terms of location or as pussies like to often use for these things a proxy server I do not know.) 11/17/14 6:21am

What is this load of shit?

Are you retarded?


Shayne 11/17/14 9:49am

I’ll just tag you on the SECOND POST that you read, you know, after deciding you ALREADY hated it after reading the first. :D Yeah I’M RETARDED.


R U SERIOUS? 11/17/14 6:23am

Yeah you are definitely retarded.


Shayne 11/17/14 9:47am

I guess my response to yet another gutless,faceless sprayer of shit who gets mad when they read things that are over their heads, would have to be in the form of a question: As retarded as the person who read a second entry AFTER having a problem with the first they read? :D Yeah genius THINK before you hate on me, all you did was prove you’re just another one who got bored looking at pictures of naked chicks that are too HOT for ya. Ahh that damn little boy angst, it might be cute if it wasn’t pathetically sad. but thanks for upping my numbers anyway. :D  <(I don’t mind what some might consider constructive criticism, but I fucking hate stupid people, not ignorant, not handicapped, I’m talking people who are outright stupid by choice. The kind I consider anyone who fucks with me after I give them every chance in the world to turn back for instance.)


Jesse 12/24/14 5:18am


You are such a fucking tool. <(There is that same “I can’t come up with a damn thing even though I have read your personal shit and have all kinds of ammo to come back at you with” mentality AGAIN, but that’s about to change, as I twist the knife a little differently with my next response. 😀 )


Shayne 12/24/15 5:55am

:D The first faceless pussy returns, I suppose I should take it easy on you, since you know, you are helping me up my numbers here and all, which is funny since you seem to have some sort of fucking problem with me. LOL Let me guess your daddy beat your ass for being honest about yourself instead of being a prick like everyone else? Maybe mommy didn’t love you enough to stop him huh? NAH I tell you what I think, I think that box of Jizz wipes ran out again and came knocking on my door since you seem to love me so much. You do swing that way….right? You seem the type, or maybe it’s just that you never grew past the grade school mentality of being mean to the person you actually want to fuck and don’t know it yet. Anyway, thanks again for the assist with my numbers and all, I guess I’ll be seeing you the next time you get bored whacking off.




Hey “Big Cat” I guess that means you are a big fucking pussy! Because only a scared, backward, fucked up little twat pretend to actually have balls. What do I mean by that? Well you want to talk shit, and call out “someone” commenting on your article, but yet you moderate your replies. Are you afraid for people to see the real truth behind your disgusting twisted words?

You are a joke, and not the funny kind. The sad kind. Your failure to launch has caught up with you, and now you are stuck on the landing pad with a pencil in one hand and your other one busy with your thumb in your ass.

You whine and complain about the system, and about society, and do nothing about it but exist. You will never better yourself, because you are not capable of it. Whatever little life skills you possess can be counted on a couple fingers, and face it, if it weren’t for the kindess of strangers, or your family swallowing their own vomit to let you stay with them, or “the system” which has been so cruel to you, giving you a place to sleep, you would still be laying in the ditch under a bridge where your wife dumped you.

There are millions of other bums like you – who feel entitled or like they are owed something. Let me tell you bitch boy, there aint no one that owes you shit. You play the role of a victim, and that’s because you wrote yourself as one long ago.

So come on you old useless fuck, stop being a coward and take the moderation off your comments. <(I think I rubbed the troll in a sore spot wouldn’t you agree? :D)



And I was beginning to think you had a limited vocabulary, good for you little boy must have hit you pretty close when I said your daddy beat you for for being honest about yourself instead of a prick like everyone else. As for moderation, let me explain something to you in a fashion even a fucking half wit who wants to claim someone else whines when you are the one LOOKING FAR AND WIDE across the internet for things to cry about yourself, in order to feel important can understand. If you actually looked at any of my responses which I doubt a real pussy like you even bothers doing, trolls just like to spit shit and hide under fake names like R U Serious? which you did after the first time I bitch slapped you for coming here with your tired limited retardation, Yeah same IP Address, a Michigan boy huh? That is if you aren’t hiding on a proxy as fake as you yourself, you would see that everything you have written to here has been approved by me as will this be. You see it’s not the trolls I keep out, it’s the spammers, THEY are bad for business, you are just entertainment. A joke that is attracted to shit you don’t like while ignoring every other LITTLE DETAIL, like the fact that I have LET ALL YOUR COMMENTS THROUGH UNTOUCHED, IN ALL OF THEIR PATHETIC NON THOUGHT, ONE LINER GLORY. That’s why you KEEP COMING BACK, and helping me with my numbers and again I thank you for that, at least your stupidity works to my advantage. :DYour argument however is not without merit, like I said, DAMN PROUD OF YOU LITTLE BOY, you finally took the gloves off. I did indeed fuck myself into a corner long ago, and that is why this little hit I took was able to do the damage it did. I’m NOT ENTITLED TO SHIT, the system, well I doubt anyone like you bothers to actually look up facts, but uh OUR WHOLE FUCKING GOVERNMENT SHUT DOWN JUST LAST YEAR, Because Dicks in suits who can NEVER be wrong COULD NOT PULL THEIR OWN heads out of asses, I see by your lack of following or commenting on ANY of the posts where I actually point out taking responsibility for my own position, that you can relate to just such TWATS, You want to matter so much,I GUESS MOMMY REALLY DIDN’T LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO KEEP DADDY FROM BEATING YOU FOR BEING HONEST ABOUT YOURSELF AND NOT PRICK, so you zero in on what ever makes you think you can be righteous about, ignoring everything else and PROVING YOU ARE STILL JUST AS RETARDED AND PUSSIFIED AS YOUR PREVIOUS ONE LINE COMMENTS. Valiant effort really, I never would have thought you had it in you, STILL, Try harder next time FAGGOT, I STILL PUT MY REAL FACE AND NAME TO MY WORDS, CAN YOU? Little Miss R U SERIOUS? LOL <( Because once I have them….. :D)



Submitted on 2014/12/28 at 3:06 AM

Awww the poor little delicate flower got stepped on. Grow up bitch, grow some balls, get a real job, make something of yourself and stop blaming shitty circumstances for a shitty life. Stop being a bitch. Stop trying to imitate others. Learn to English also, that would help.

I really hope you are on medication, big pussy, or do you even read over the things that you write? Stop relaying your mommy daddy issues on others, seek counseling, I hear they have it for free at the shelters. I am sure you are good at finding those now.

Me personally, I have worked since I was 16 years old. Everything in my life I have earned, and I worked my ass off for. My parents loved me, I’m sorry yours didn’t. So when I see some whining little middle aged bitch complaining about how the whole world just shits on them, and now they are an angry homeless hero, kinda makes me sick. You sir, are the purest definition of White Trash.

I like how a critical opinion sets you off so easily. You don’t like being judged do you? For someone to not treat you like the special psychotic flower you portray yourself to be. I do apologize if this is hard for you to read, without periodic lettering in caps. But I guess if it makes you feel better as a “writer”, and it works for you, that’s cool. But well written words don’t need to be capitalized to get the point across. You are kind of pointing out the obvious, which shows how amateur your writing really is, well it helps, since your lack of understanding when it comes to simple grammatical and sentence structure already points that out.

Have a wonderful evening, I look forward to reading whatever comical self-important rant that comes next. By the way, you are welcome for the numbers. I always did like being charitable to the less fortunate and ill-equipped. <(Notice how suddenly, they try to prove some form of hidden intelligence, if only to save face after having their initial onslaught, bashed for what it really was, a lack of the very intelligence that they are now back peddling to rectify. Too little, too late is a phrase that comes to mind here.)



:D And again I let you through, If I feared being judged so much, I would just delete your shit and act like you don’t exist. Again I put a face and name to my shit, I notice you addressed nothing of your own fucking show of cowardice, yeah that goes back to that whole being honest about yourself thing I mentioned. I even said how proud I was of you for finally having enough balls or brains to actually think about your response this time. Still again, I notice too, it takes a self important twat to smell one, you’re still so fucking quick to spout shit like you’re something special, without paying attention to the details. I make you sick, so you come here. Really, the joke who there is a million of in this world, and you are just such a sparkling light on Earth to choose one to hound like a little bitch. As for you actually thinking that you are setting me off, Hell I thought this was debate since you bothered to let me know what you really thought, all I did was point out your issues too, like the half-wit one liners, the going through all the trouble to come up with some fake shit name after the first time I responded to your one liner. Lets face it we, as in you and I are nothing to each other but amusement, and I goaded you into your own little rant by calling you out, because I just love how easy it is to jerk the chain of self important fucks just like me. :D I have a real job too, two of them in point of fact, I couldn’t afford my equipment for this otherwise.That too is a little way of pointing out that, what I have put down so far is already history. You know yesterday in layman’s terms. Still can’t grasp it, because like most impetuous little shits like you, are too damn quick to think you are something worth getting worked up about. Son the difference between you and I, is simply this, I’m the one writing the blog, you are just the little bitch popping in occasionally to comment, thus following my lead and you are only allowed to have your say, by my good graces. That’s the extent of your value here. As always I love hearing from fans, which you clearly seem to be enough of one to keep coming back. You have a wonderful evening yourself there, my kitten, you’ve made yourself as much a part of my pride as the rest of my repeat visitors. LOL   <( Now that I bitch slapped them into really coming out like they are something relevant to the world, notice I start off by poking holes in that very last ditch show of intelligence before once again moving to solidify the point I was making about how only a fucking dumb ass keeps coming back to something they hate, especially when doing so is a matter of lowering themselves to following the leader, you know, the one who is a joke, and the purest form of white trash? All while claiming a moral high ground. :D)



Like I said, I like helping out charity cases!

By the way, I see you took extra effort on your grammar. Kudos, you can teach old dog new tricks. <( The equivalent of “I’m not stupid, I’m not……..really I’m not. Here let me give you credit for something in a fashion that can allow me to save face while not invoking your further response.” Or as I like to call it, waving the white flag.)



……. :D If that’s what you have to tell yourself to feel better when you look in the mirror mate, more power to you. Fear not though, keep adding to my numbers and you will actually be more right than even your smart ass could ever know. Oh I did figure you were right by the way. Far be it from a writer to allow their “to English” suck as you so eloquently wrote it. Teaching an old dog new tricks was the foundation of writing this in the first place, glad to see you finally catching on. All that said your entertainment value is up, I let you say your piece and it sounded like the same tired shit that most people who can’t think five minutes in front of their face would say. You see, if you bothered to read you might have actually got that, what happened to me, Hell that’s nothing, that’s just symptomatic of the real issues that are being bitched about. I will take a moment here to use Socratic formula just to make it easy to grasp. If a woman runs to the law for petty vindictive reasons, then it makes sense that it would damage the credibility of a real victim that might actually need that help. That sir is the kind of fucking person who makes me sick. If all it takes in the eyes of the law is titties and teardrops to constitute a victim, then you make it easy for petty, vindictive bitches to use the law in much the same fashion as property thieves used it in the days of the Salem witch trials and that kind of proves that for all of our so called progress over the centuries, we haven’t changed a damn bit where it counts. That makes me sick. If people like, well you for instance, keep living in a bubble where they have to make up lame ass excuses to try to justify doing things like making fake names and trying to get under peoples skin who they in turn call pussies for not hiding behind such shit, then there is reason to believe that there isn’t much of a future when nothing can fixed for a bunch of dumb asses inability to own up to the truth of their own shit. :D You keep reading champ, if it entertains you, fuck it, it’s all good, but your fifteen minutes of fame on here is up and you can cry all you want to over that. Facts are facts and the fact of the matter is, I don’t have to answer to you, you can do nothing to stop me, but I have not seen enough intelligence out of you despite trying my damnedest to see fit letting your tired shit through any more. Bottom line, that is power I have here, the day I waste my time coming to anything you do, then you can say the same to me until that unlikely time little boy stew in your frustrations that you had a shot to sound smart and failed miserably. <( The nail in the coffin. Once weakened, then I blow away their argument while continuing to strengthen my own by pointing out that I allowed it and it wasn’t good enough.)



Too Long, Didn’t Read. <( This is it folks, the last thing the troll wrote after the waving of the flag and it’s where the bully realizing they have been out matched, out classed and out smarted in every way, collapses in a pool of their own tears in what I call, the last stage of asshole denial, where they have the equivalent of a four year old break down and flop in the floor with their fingers in their ears going LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!! LA LA LA LA LA LA LA…..LA :D)


There it was in it’s entirety, in one place folks and I could have let it all go, God knows I have enough on my plate keeping me busy, but first off, I’m an asshole too, just a better kind. 😀 Secondly, if it was going to happen in the first place, why not make a lesson of it on handling bullies? I do call this the unspoken ethic for a reason. Unfortunately people like this are everywhere in life and unlike this particular occurrence, you are not always in a position to, or have the luxury of, ignoring the dumb asses you encounter. Unless you are dealing with one in particular you don’t always get to see what makes them up as people, so you may find yourself letting what they do have greater impact than it should. In my experience they are not much different than the one you see above, they are as I have said, all of them, cowards at heart and more often then not, they will cave at the first real sign of opposition. Even when it does not appear like they are. Some may have a better skill set or ranking  than others, but the base line principle is the same, they cave when they are not certain of victory. Read it and laugh boys and girls, for if Jesse here is not completely full of shit I’m sure he would be flattered to be used as an example of why you have nothing to worry about when you are targeted by stupid people, as long as you keep your wits about you and your head held high. Some of them may not just go away, like my ex wife. Just know that as long as you keep your wits about you, even the skilled ones have nothing that can really touch you. This is why, despite everything that had put me on the ropes for over a year, this last time she tried dragging me into court for some stupid bullshit on 12/09/14 The judge all but laughed her stupid ass out of the court room and I left with a major victory under my belt. This is also an example of what I do to those who try to fuck with me, I give them what they think they want and then make them wish they had been more careful of what they wished for.  I couldn’t let it go, after all that loyal reading I figured they deserved better than just a comment, so this is for you.  ?”Jesse”? Once again in closing, I am your joking, psychotic flower, whose real name is SHAYNE A WORKMAN Otherwise known as BIG CAT and I approve this fucking message.