As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn’t charge Dink for
his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a “free”
Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating his rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and again the sun shines on each of us. Clearly -
some more than others, but the sun even shines on a dog’s arse every
once in a while…
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out
today. In truth, we’ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during
our only sea day is the only rain we’ve seen over the past
fortnight, but it’s a shame to lose a planned beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok? Which
one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice ladies
lately? Have you decided which souvenir you’d like me to bring home
for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well in
spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned any
terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to kill a
bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona
yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just wanted
to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a
cohabitation?
Freezer - don’t know, don’t care what you’re up to, you
perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- you’re awesome just the way you are. Don’t change a
thing…
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn?t charge Dink for his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a ?free? Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating his rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now
and again the sun shines on each of us. Clearly - some more than others,
but the sun even shines on a dog?s arse every once in a while?
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns, Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out today. In
truth, we?ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during our only sea day is the only rain we?ve seen over the past fortnight, but it?s a shame to lose
a planned beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok? Which one
of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice ladies
lately? Have you decided which souvenir you?d like me to bring home for
you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well in
spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned any
terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to kill a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a cohabitation?
Freezer - don?t know, don?t care what you?re up to, you perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- you?re awesome just the way you are. Don?t change a thing?
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in ]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn’t charge Dink for
his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a “free”
Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating his rogue gonorrhoea
strain, every now and again the sun shines on each of us. Clearly -
some more than others, but the sun even shines on a dog’s arse every
once in a while…
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out
today. In truth, we’ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during
our only sea day is the only rain we’ve seen over the past
fortnight, but it’s a shame to lose a planned beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok? Which
one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice ladies
lately? Have you decided which souvenir you’d like me to bring home
for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well in
spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned any
terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to kill a
bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona
yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just wanted
to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a
cohabitation?
Freezer - don’t know, don’t care what you’re up to, you
perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- you’re awesome just the way you are. Don’t change a
thing…
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe for
Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September 19th, 2020 ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be shut
down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons unknown to
me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope with anyone he
can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and without prior
conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food, shelter, and clothing,
and I have been evicted. Since my phone is on his account and that is
also being repossessed, I won't even be able to log in to FB or most of
my other websites, since they're all 2FA tied to that phone. I do still
have my old phone, but I gifted that to my niece and I'm not going to
break my word to her just because someone else decided I don't deserve a home. It's bad enough I'm being forced to break my promise that I'd
always be here for her, since as she says I'm "the only person who makes [her] feel safe." I've cried a whole bunch over that in the last couple
of weeks, but crying isn't getting me anywhere either. I just hope she understands when she gets older that it wasn't my choice to make. I
don't know where I'll go or what I'll do; there really are no options.
I'm not asking for anyone's help or money anymore because it's
pointless. I'm not loading up all my crap in a backpack to trek across
the country and "start over" again. I'm tired of starting over, I'm
tired of bootstraps, and most of all I'm tired of every time I just get
to the point of feeling like maybe I can feel safe, some external actor
has to jam a stick in my spokes because I'm a threat to their ego. This
has been a consistent pattern in my life, people wheedling their way
into my good graces thinking it'll pay them off somehow and then
throwing me under a bus when it doesn't pay off fast enough or they
realize I'm not here to be their kept boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly
I no longer have the slightest bit of trust or faith left in human
beings, generally speaking. I did my best. I've fought my fight. I
have nowhere to go, I have no way to get there. My employability is
nil, largely due to the social media profile attached to my name through
my activism over the years. I likely won't survive long, and I'm
honestly not sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps, since I've
long lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free will, this will
give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll continue to be here
until the 30th, the date on the eviction notice, although since my
internet access has been contingent on my keeping other people's secrets
by way of not discussing any of this in public, it may be well before
then that I'm forced to shut down, and if recent history is any
indication I probably will have no advance warning. After that, I may
be here, and I may not. I think you can all understand that I certainly
have no interest in remaining where I am, given that I'm not welcome
here, and given that of the six other people I live with the only one
with the guts to speak to me directly about any of this, or to express
the slightest bit of concern about my health or well-being, is a nine
year old kid with a crush on her "cool uncle." (She's also a great kid
with a great heart, and I hope her environment doesn't crush it out of
her before she's old enough to really do anything with it. Love her to death.) So yeah. I didn't mention this when it happened because frankly
I'm sick of people I trust throwing me on a fire and leaving me with no choice but to beg strangers for the resources I need to stay alive and
keep doing what I do. When your own family craps all over you, it's
time to admit you just don't deserve food, shelter, clothing, security,
or to be able to trust anyone. I literally have had more genuine
respect and consideration from a jazz singer I've never met in a handful
of online exchanges over the years than anyone in my close family or the majority of my extended family have ever seen fit to extend, and that's
just depressing beyond all expression. Thanks, Janis, for that. You've
been a hero in my life in ways you never suspected, and even though it
was a pretty crap job my participation in your project is absolutely a highlight of my artistic career. This has been a repeating pattern in my life, where people pretend to want to "help" when what they really want
is to tie themselves to me and reap rewards when I finally "make it," to
make a big public show of being charitable and philanthropic when what
they really are is chasing social approval and trying to make themselves
out as heroes, usually with the effect of shutting down any other offers
of genuine help only for me to find out later the help they're offering amounts to them shoving me off on someone else. For those of you who
have been genuine and heartfelt supporters over the years, I hope my
body of work persists in archives and in your hearts and minds as you
move forward without me. I appreciate you, I love you, and I couldn't
have made it this long without you. For those of you who can only offer
help because you think you're going to get something out of it that you
don't have the guts to ask for, kiss my ass and die. It may be that a
fit of concern over social disapproval results in an offer to stay. As
a matter of pragmatics, I will take that offer if it's made, but only
for as long as it takes for me to find a permanent way out of here. You wouldn't want to live in a house where nobody over the age of 10 has the slightest respect or consideration for you, and I don't either. That
small group of you who have been quietly supportive over the years, who
have given without expectation of reward, who have followed me not
because you want to be able to brag to people but because you believe in
who I am and what I do, are my real family, and I love every one of you
from the bottom of my heart. Not a day goes by when I don't think about
what I owe you and strive to pay it back in every way I can. You have
helped me make the world a slightly better place while I've had the
chance, and in my book that makes you a hero. The rest of the
fair-weather "friends" and people who only "help" because they think
they're going to get something materially or socially beneficial to them
in return...meh. You got what you wanted, and my "family" now have what
they want: and end to me, permanently, so they don't have to be
reminded of their own failures of character and humanity. But, as things stand now with 11 days left until the eviction notice expires and not
one of the sixty-ish resumes I've sent out so far getting so much as an auto-ack, I've got to face the reality that my life is effectively over,
and what time I have left will likely be spent on the streets trying to
find a warm place to sleep where I don't have to worry about my guitar - which I will not give up for any price, as it is priceless to me - being stolen from me. I'm hoping for a solution to manifest itself...but I'm
not hopeFUL. It's time to face reality: I have been deemed by this
world to be unworthy of life, and maybe it's time I accepted that this
world is probably right. Love you all. Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn’t charge Dink for
his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a “free”
Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating his rogue gonorrhoea
strain, every now and again the sun shines on each of us. Clearly -
some more than others, but the sun even shines on a dog’s arse every
once in a while…
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out
today. In truth, we’ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during
our only sea day is the only rain we’ve seen over the past
fortnight, but it’s a shame to lose a planned beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok? Which
one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice ladies
lately? Have you decided which souvenir you’d like me to bring home
for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well in
spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned any
terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to kill a
bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona
yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just wanted
to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a
cohabitation?
Freezer - don’t know, don’t care what you’re up to, you
perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- you’re awesome just the way you are. Don’t change a
thing…
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe for
Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September 19th, 2020
ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be shut
down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons unknown to
me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope with anyone he
can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and without prior
conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food, shelter, and clothing,
and I have been evicted. Since my phone is on his account and that is
also being repossessed, I won't even be able to log in to FB or most of
my other websites, since they're all 2FA tied to that phone. I do still
have my old phone, but I gifted that to my niece and I'm not going to
break my word to her just because someone else decided I don't deserve a
home. It's bad enough I'm being forced to break my promise that I'd
always be here for her, since as she says I'm "the only person who makes
[her] feel safe." I've cried a whole bunch over that in the last couple
of weeks, but crying isn't getting me anywhere either. I just hope she
understands when she gets older that it wasn't my choice to make. I
don't know where I'll go or what I'll do; there really are no options.
I'm not asking for anyone's help or money anymore because it's
pointless. I'm not loading up all my crap in a backpack to trek across
the country and "start over" again. I'm tired of starting over, I'm
tired of bootstraps, and most of all I'm tired of every time I just get
to the point of feeling like maybe I can feel safe, some external actor
has to jam a stick in my spokes because I'm a threat to their ego. This
has been a consistent pattern in my life, people wheedling their way
into my good graces thinking it'll pay them off somehow and then
throwing me under a bus when it doesn't pay off fast enough or they
realize I'm not here to be their kept boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly
I no longer have the slightest bit of trust or faith left in human
beings, generally speaking. I did my best. I've fought my fight. I
have nowhere to go, I have no way to get there. My employability is
nil, largely due to the social media profile attached to my name through
my activism over the years. I likely won't survive long, and I'm
honestly not sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps, since I've
long lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free will, this will
give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll continue to be here
until the 30th, the date on the eviction notice, although since my
internet access has been contingent on my keeping other people's secrets
by way of not discussing any of this in public, it may be well before
then that I'm forced to shut down, and if recent history is any
indication I probably will have no advance warning. After that, I may
be here, and I may not. I think you can all understand that I certainly
have no interest in remaining where I am, given that I'm not welcome
here, and given that of the six other people I live with the only one
with the guts to speak to me directly about any of this, or to express
the slightest bit of concern about my health or well-being, is a nine
year old kid with a crush on her "cool uncle." (She's also a great kid
with a great heart, and I hope her environment doesn't crush it out of
her before she's old enough to really do anything with it. Love her to
death.) So yeah. I didn't mention this when it happened because frankly
I'm sick of people I trust throwing me on a fire and leaving me with no
choice but to beg strangers for the resources I need to stay alive and
keep doing what I do. When your own family craps all over you, it's
time to admit you just don't deserve food, shelter, clothing, security,
or to be able to trust anyone. I literally have had more genuine
respect and consideration from a jazz singer I've never met in a handful
of online exchanges over the years than anyone in my close family or the
majority of my extended family have ever seen fit to extend, and that's
just depressing beyond all expression. Thanks, Janis, for that. You've
been a hero in my life in ways you never suspected, and even though it
was a pretty crap job my participation in your project is absolutely a
highlight of my artistic career. This has been a repeating pattern in my
life, where people pretend to want to "help" when what they really want
is to tie themselves to me and reap rewards when I finally "make it," to
make a big public show of being charitable and philanthropic when what
they really are is chasing social approval and trying to make themselves
out as heroes, usually with the effect of shutting down any other offers
of genuine help only for me to find out later the help they're offering
amounts to them shoving me off on someone else. For those of you who
have been genuine and heartfelt supporters over the years, I hope my
body of work persists in archives and in your hearts and minds as you
move forward without me. I appreciate you, I love you, and I couldn't
have made it this long without you. For those of you who can only offer
help because you think you're going to get something out of it that you
don't have the guts to ask for, kiss my ass and die. It may be that a
fit of concern over social disapproval results in an offer to stay. As
a matter of pragmatics, I will take that offer if it's made, but only
for as long as it takes for me to find a permanent way out of here. You
wouldn't want to live in a house where nobody over the age of 10 has the
slightest respect or consideration for you, and I don't either. That
small group of you who have been quietly supportive over the years, who
have given without expectation of reward, who have followed me not
because you want to be able to brag to people but because you believe in
who I am and what I do, are my real family, and I love every one of you
from the bottom of my heart. Not a day goes by when I don't think about
what I owe you and strive to pay it back in every way I can. You have
helped me make the world a slightly better place while I've had the
chance, and in my book that makes you a hero. The rest of the
fair-weather "friends" and people who only "help" because they think
they're going to get something materially or socially beneficial to them
in return...meh. You got what you wanted, and my "family" now have what
they want: and end to me, permanently, so they don't have to be
reminded of their own failures of character and humanity. But, as things
stand now with 11 days left until the eviction notice expires and not
one of the sixty-ish resumes I've sent out so far getting so much as an
auto-ack, I've got to face the reality that my life is effectively over,
and what time I have left will likely be spent on the streets trying to
find a warm place to sleep where I don't have to worry about my guitar -
which I will not give up for any price, as it is priceless to me - being
stolen from me. I'm hoping for a solution to manifest itself...but I'm
not hopeFUL. It's time to face reality: I have been deemed by this
world to be unworthy of life, and maybe it's time I accepted that this
world is probably right. Love you all. Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Great read - many thanks for posting, not least since it kept me
entertained during the night after my better half has collapsed to bed and I’m left to amuse myself. There’s only so much Karaoke, buffets and traveller conversations at the bar that one man can indulge. Please post
some more excerpts - I’ve got a 16 hour flight home in a few days!
Have just set up shop for the next few hours on a beach chair at Glen
Seaside Bar and Grill on Cane Garden Bay Beach at Tortola. I see they do Conch Fritters in Lime Butter. They’re more expensive than Lobster, but I’m
going to give it a crack on your recommendation. As our last full day day
in cruise mode before a couple nights in Punta Cana and Miami, I can’t leave without trying it, even if it means paying the tourist tax for
cruisers silly enough to pay it…
Zimmermen Excelsior!
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote:
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn’t charge Dink
for his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a
“free” Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating his
rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and again the sun shines on each
of us. Clearly - some more than others, but the sun even shines on
a dog’s arse every once in a while…
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out
today. In truth, we’ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during
our only sea day is the only rain we’ve seen over the past
fortnight, but it’s a shame to lose a planned beach day
nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok?
Which one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice
ladies lately? Have you decided which souvenir you’d like me to
bring home for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well
in spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned
any terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to
kill a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona
yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just
wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a
cohabitation?
Freezer - don’t know, don’t care what you’re up to, you
perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- you’re awesome just the way you are. Don’t change a
thing…
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe for
Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September 19th,
2020 ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be
shut down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons
unknown to me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope with
anyone he can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and without
prior conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food, shelter, and
clothing, and I have been evicted. Since my phone is on his account
and that is also being repossessed, I won't even be able to log in
to FB or most of my other websites, since they're all 2FA tied to
that phone. I do still have my old phone, but I gifted that to my
niece and I'm not going to break my word to her just because someone
else decided I don't deserve a home. It's bad enough I'm being
forced to break my promise that I'd always be here for her, since as
she says I'm "the only person who makes [her] feel safe." I've
cried a whole bunch over that in the last couple of weeks, but
crying isn't getting me anywhere either. I just hope she
understands when she gets older that it wasn't my choice to make. I
don't know where I'll go or what I'll do; there really are no
options. I'm not asking for anyone's help or money anymore because
it's pointless. I'm not loading up all my crap in a backpack to
trek across the country and "start over" again. I'm tired of
starting over, I'm tired of bootstraps, and most of all I'm tired of
every time I just get to the point of feeling like maybe I can feel
safe, some external actor has to jam a stick in my spokes because
I'm a threat to their ego. This has been a consistent pattern in my
life, people wheedling their way into my good graces thinking it'll
pay them off somehow and then throwing me under a bus when it
doesn't pay off fast enough or they realize I'm not here to be their
kept boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly I no longer have the
slightest bit of trust or faith left in human beings, generally
speaking. I did my best. I've fought my fight. I have nowhere to
go, I have no way to get there. My employability is nil, largely
due to the social media profile attached to my name through my
activism over the years. I likely won't survive long, and I'm
honestly not sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps, since
I've long lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free will,
this will give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll continue
to be here until the 30th, the date on the eviction notice, although
since my internet access has been contingent on my keeping other
people's secrets by way of not discussing any of this in public, it
may be well before then that I'm forced to shut down, and if recent
history is any indication I probably will have no advance warning.
After that, I may be here, and I may not. I think you can all
understand that I certainly have no interest in remaining where I
am, given that I'm not welcome here, and given that of the six other
people I live with the only one with the guts to speak to me
directly about any of this, or to express the slightest bit of
concern about my health or well-being, is a nine year old kid with a
crush on her "cool uncle." (She's also a great kid with a great
heart, and I hope her environment doesn't crush it out of her before
she's old enough to really do anything with it. Love her to death.)
So yeah. I didn't mention this when it happened because frankly
I'm sick of people I trust throwing me on a fire and leaving me with
no choice but to beg strangers for the resources I need to stay
alive and keep doing what I do. When your own family craps all over
you, it's time to admit you just don't deserve food, shelter,
clothing, security, or to be able to trust anyone. I literally have
had more genuine respect and consideration from a jazz singer I've
never met in a handful of online exchanges over the years than
anyone in my close family or the majority of my extended family have
ever seen fit to extend, and that's just depressing beyond all
expression. Thanks, Janis, for that. You've been a hero in my life
in ways you never suspected, and even though it was a pretty crap
job my participation in your project is absolutely a highlight of my
artistic career. This has been a repeating pattern in my life, where
people pretend to want to "help" when what they really want is to
tie themselves to me and reap rewards when I finally "make it," to
make a big public show of being charitable and philanthropic when
what they really are is chasing social approval and trying to make
themselves out as heroes, usually with the effect of shutting down
any other offers of genuine help only for me to find out later the
help they're offering amounts to them shoving me off on someone
else. For those of you who have been genuine and heartfelt
supporters over the years, I hope my body of work persists in
archives and in your hearts and minds as you move forward without
me. I appreciate you, I love you, and I couldn't have made it this
long without you. For those of you who can only offer help because
you think you're going to get something out of it that you don't
have the guts to ask for, kiss my ass and die. It may be that a
fit of concern over social disapproval results in an offer to stay.
As a matter of pragmatics, I will take that offer if it's made, but
only for as long as it takes for me to find a permanent way out of
here. You wouldn't want to live in a house where nobody over the
age of 10 has the slightest respect or consideration for you, and I
don't either. That small group of you who have been quietly
supportive over the years, who have given without expectation of
reward, who have followed me not because you want to be able to brag
to people but because you believe in who I am and what I do, are my
real family, and I love every one of you from the bottom of my
heart. Not a day goes by when I don't think about what I owe you
and strive to pay it back in every way I can. You have helped me
make the world a slightly better place while I've had the chance,
and in my book that makes you a hero. The rest of the fair-weather
"friends" and people who only "help" because they think they're
going to get something materially or socially beneficial to them
in return...meh. You got what you wanted, and my "family" now have
what they want: and end to me, permanently, so they don't have to
be reminded of their own failures of character and humanity. But, as
things stand now with 11 days left until the eviction notice expires
and not one of the sixty-ish resumes I've sent out so far getting so
much as an auto-ack, I've got to face the reality that my life is
effectively over, and what time I have left will likely be spent on
the streets trying to find a warm place to sleep where I don't have
to worry about my guitar - which I will not give up for any price,
as it is priceless to me - being stolen from me. I'm hoping for a
solution to manifest itself...but I'm not hopeFUL. It's time to
face reality: I have been deemed by this world to be unworthy of
life, and maybe it's time I accepted that this world is probably
right. Love you all. Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Great read - many thanks for posting, not least since it kept me
entertained during the night after my better half has collapsed to
bed and I’m left to amuse myself. There’s only so much Karaoke,
buffets and traveller conversations at the bar that one man can
indulge. Please post some more excerpts - I’ve got a 16 hour flight
home in a few days!
Have just set up shop for the next few hours on a beach chair at Glen
Seaside Bar and Grill on Cane Garden Bay Beach at Tortola. I see they
do Conch Fritters in Lime Butter. They’re more expensive than
Lobster, but I’m going to give it a crack on your recommendation.
As our last full day day in cruise mode before a couple nights in
Punta Cana and Miami, I can’t leave without trying it, even if it
means paying the tourist tax for cruisers silly enough to pay it…
Zimmermen Excelsior!
Wow. Just wow. Conch fritters are my new favourite food. Alongside
Carib beer which is my favourite drink of the past fortnight.
Whilst the hospitality at the Glen Seaside Bar and Restaurant was questionable at best (I get that they need to be ruthless in peak
season, but refusing an ice pack or any assistance whatsoever to the
woman who busted her knee of a a dumping wave was sickening - even by
the worst tourist-gouging standards), the conch ( which I wouldn’t
even have ordered if I’d witnessed the manager’s cold indifference beforehand) was amazing.
It was listed as more expensive than the lobster, but I fortuitously
got a “locals” discount of $10 so it was “only” US$15 because
I fortuitously pronounced it “conc” in my Aussie accent rather
than “conch” in my asshole Cruiseboater accent, which they mistook
as creole and gave the slightly better price.
Anyhow, eating sea slug never tasted so good, so many thanks for the
tip. It’s currently half time in the Super Bowl so our last night
onboard is going to be a big one. Here’s hoping the 49ers do it for
their spiritual shaman, Jarryd Hayne…
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn’t charge Dink
for his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a
“free” Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating his
rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and again the sun shines on each
of us. Clearly - some more than others, but the sun even shines on a
dog’s arse every once in a while…
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out
today. In truth, we’ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during
our only sea day is the only rain we’ve seen over the past
fortnight, but it’s a shame to lose a planned beach day
nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok?
Which one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice
ladies lately? Have you decided which souvenir you’d like me to
bring home for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well
in spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned
any terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to kill
a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona
yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just
wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a
cohabitation?
Freezer - don’t know, don’t care what you’re up to, you
perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- you’re awesome just the way you are. Don’t change a
thing…
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe for
Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September 19th,
2020 ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be shut
down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons unknown
to me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope with anyone
he can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and without prior
conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food, shelter, and
clothing, and I have been evicted. Since my phone is on his account
and that is also being repossessed, I won't even be able to log in to
FB or most of my other websites, since they're all 2FA tied to that
phone. I do still have my old phone, but I gifted that to my niece
and I'm not going to break my word to her just because someone else
decided I don't deserve a home. It's bad enough I'm being forced to
break my promise that I'd always be here for her, since as she says
I'm "the only person who makes [her] feel safe." I've cried a whole
bunch over that in the last couple of weeks, but crying isn't getting
me anywhere either. I just hope she understands when she gets older
that it wasn't my choice to make. I don't know where I'll go or what
I'll do; there really are no options. I'm not asking for anyone's
help or money anymore because it's pointless. I'm not loading up all
my crap in a backpack to trek across the country and "start over"
again. I'm tired of starting over, I'm tired of bootstraps, and most
of all I'm tired of every time I just get to the point of feeling
like maybe I can feel safe, some external actor has to jam a stick in
my spokes because I'm a threat to their ego. This has been a
consistent pattern in my life, people wheedling their way into my
good graces thinking it'll pay them off somehow and then throwing me
under a bus when it doesn't pay off fast enough or they realize I'm
not here to be their kept boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly I no
longer have the slightest bit of trust or faith left in human beings,
generally speaking. I did my best. I've fought my fight. I have
nowhere to go, I have no way to get there. My employability is nil,
largely due to the social media profile attached to my name through
my activism over the years. I likely won't survive long, and I'm
honestly not sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps, since I've
long lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free will, this
will give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll continue to be
here until the 30th, the date on the eviction notice, although since
my internet access has been contingent on my keeping other people's
secrets by way of not discussing any of this in public, it may be
well before then that I'm forced to shut down, and if recent history
is any indication I probably will have no advance warning. After
that, I may be here, and I may not. I think you can all understand
that I certainly have no interest in remaining where I am, given that
I'm not welcome here, and given that of the six other people I live
with the only one with the guts to speak to me directly about any of
this, or to express the slightest bit of concern about my health or
well-being, is a nine year old kid with a crush on her "cool uncle."
(She's also a great kid with a great heart, and I hope her
environment doesn't crush it out of her before she's old enough to
really do anything with it. Love her to death.) So yeah. I didn't
mention this when it happened because frankly I'm sick of people I
trust throwing me on a fire and leaving me with no choice but to beg
strangers for the resources I need to stay alive and keep doing what
I do. When your own family craps all over you, it's time to admit
you just don't deserve food, shelter, clothing, security, or to be
able to trust anyone. I literally have had more genuine respect and
consideration from a jazz singer I've never met in a handful of
online exchanges over the years than anyone in my close family or the
majority of my extended family have ever seen fit to extend, and
that's just depressing beyond all expression. Thanks, Janis, for
that. You've been a hero in my life in ways you never suspected, and
even though it was a pretty crap job my participation in your project
is absolutely a highlight of my artistic career. This has been a
repeating pattern in my life, where people pretend to want to "help"
when what they really want is to tie themselves to me and reap
rewards when I finally "make it," to make a big public show of being
charitable and philanthropic when what they really are is chasing
social approval and trying to make themselves out as heroes, usually
with the effect of shutting down any other offers of genuine help
only for me to find out later the help they're offering amounts to
them shoving me off on someone else. For those of you who have been
genuine and heartfelt supporters over the years, I hope my body of
work persists in archives and in your hearts and minds as you move
forward without me. I appreciate you, I love you, and I couldn't
have made it this long without you. For those of you who can only
offer help because you think you're going to get something out of it
that you don't have the guts to ask for, kiss my ass and die. It may
be that a fit of concern over social disapproval results in an offer
to stay. As a matter of pragmatics, I will take that offer if it's
made, but only for as long as it takes for me to find a permanent way
out of here. You wouldn't want to live in a house where nobody over
the age of 10 has the slightest respect or consideration for you, and
I don't either. That small group of you who have been quietly
supportive over the years, who have given without expectation of
reward, who have followed me not because you want to be able to brag
to people but because you believe in who I am and what I do, are my
real family, and I love every one of you from the bottom of my heart.
Not a day goes by when I don't think about what I owe you and strive
to pay it back in every way I can. You have helped me make the world
a slightly better place while I've had the chance, and in my book
that makes you a hero. The rest of the fair-weather "friends" and
people who only "help" because they think they're going to get
something materially or socially beneficial to them in return...meh.
You got what you wanted, and my "family" now have what they want:
and end to me, permanently, so they don't have to be reminded of
their own failures of character and humanity. But, as things stand
now with 11 days left until the eviction notice expires and not one
of the sixty-ish resumes I've sent out so far getting so much as an
auto-ack, I've got to face the reality that my life is effectively
over, and what time I have left will likely be spent on the streets
trying to find a warm place to sleep where I don't have to worry
about my guitar - which I will not give up for any price, as it is
priceless to me - being stolen from me. I'm hoping for a solution to
manifest itself...but I'm not hopeFUL. It's time to face reality: I
have been deemed by this world to be unworthy of life, and maybe it's
time I accepted that this world is probably right. Love you all.
Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Great read - many thanks for posting, not least since it kept me
entertained during the night after my better half has collapsed to bed
and I’m left to amuse myself. There’s only so much Karaoke,
buffets and traveller conversations at the bar that one man can
indulge. Please post some more excerpts - I’ve got a 16 hour flight
home in a few days!
Have just set up shop for the next few hours on a beach chair at Glen
Seaside Bar and Grill on Cane Garden Bay Beach at Tortola. I see they
do Conch Fritters in Lime Butter. They’re more expensive than
Lobster, but I’m going to give it a crack on your recommendation. As
our last full day day in cruise mode before a couple nights in Punta
Cana and Miami, I can’t leave without trying it, even if it means
paying the tourist tax for cruisers silly enough to pay it…
Zimmermen Excelsior!
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in ]news:uqan4b$10pjc$1@dont-email.me:
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didnât charge Dink
for his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a
âfreeâ Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating his >>>> rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and again the sun shines on each
of us. Clearly - some more than others, but the sun even shines on a
dogâs arse every once in a whileâ¦
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out
today. In truth, weâve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during >>>> our only sea day is the only rain weâve seen over the past
fortnight, but itâs a shame to lose a planned beach day
nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok?
Which one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice
ladies lately? Have you decided which souvenir youâd like me to
bring home for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well
in spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned
any terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to kill
a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona
yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just
wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a
cohabitation?
Freezer - donât know, donât care what youâre up to, you >>>> perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- youâre awesome just the way you are. Donât change a >>>> thingâ¦
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe for
Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September 19th,
2020 ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be shut
down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons unknown
to me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope with anyone
he can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and without prior
conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food, shelter, and
clothing, and I have been evicted. Since my phone is on his account
and that is also being repossessed, I won't even be able to log in to
FB or most of my other websites, since they're all 2FA tied to that
phone. I do still have my old phone, but I gifted that to my niece
and I'm not going to break my word to her just because someone else
decided I don't deserve a home. It's bad enough I'm being forced to
break my promise that I'd always be here for her, since as she says
I'm "the only person who makes [her] feel safe." I've cried a whole
bunch over that in the last couple of weeks, but crying isn't getting
me anywhere either. I just hope she understands when she gets older
that it wasn't my choice to make. I don't know where I'll go or what
I'll do; there really are no options. I'm not asking for anyone's
help or money anymore because it's pointless. I'm not loading up all
my crap in a backpack to trek across the country and "start over"
again. I'm tired of starting over, I'm tired of bootstraps, and most
of all I'm tired of every time I just get to the point of feeling
like maybe I can feel safe, some external actor has to jam a stick in
my spokes because I'm a threat to their ego. This has been a
consistent pattern in my life, people wheedling their way into my
good graces thinking it'll pay them off somehow and then throwing me
under a bus when it doesn't pay off fast enough or they realize I'm
not here to be their kept boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly I no
longer have the slightest bit of trust or faith left in human beings,
generally speaking. I did my best. I've fought my fight. I have
nowhere to go, I have no way to get there. My employability is nil,
largely due to the social media profile attached to my name through
my activism over the years. I likely won't survive long, and I'm
honestly not sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps, since I've
long lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free will, this
will give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll continue to be
here until the 30th, the date on the eviction notice, although since
my internet access has been contingent on my keeping other people's
secrets by way of not discussing any of this in public, it may be
well before then that I'm forced to shut down, and if recent history
is any indication I probably will have no advance warning. After
that, I may be here, and I may not. I think you can all understand
that I certainly have no interest in remaining where I am, given that
I'm not welcome here, and given that of the six other people I live
with the only one with the guts to speak to me directly about any of
this, or to express the slightest bit of concern about my health or
well-being, is a nine year old kid with a crush on her "cool uncle."
(She's also a great kid with a great heart, and I hope her
environment doesn't crush it out of her before she's old enough to
really do anything with it. Love her to death.) So yeah. I didn't
mention this when it happened because frankly I'm sick of people I
trust throwing me on a fire and leaving me with no choice but to beg
strangers for the resources I need to stay alive and keep doing what
I do. When your own family craps all over you, it's time to admit
you just don't deserve food, shelter, clothing, security, or to be
able to trust anyone. I literally have had more genuine respect and
consideration from a jazz singer I've never met in a handful of
online exchanges over the years than anyone in my close family or the
majority of my extended family have ever seen fit to extend, and
that's just depressing beyond all expression. Thanks, Janis, for
that. You've been a hero in my life in ways you never suspected, and
even though it was a pretty crap job my participation in your project
is absolutely a highlight of my artistic career. This has been a
repeating pattern in my life, where people pretend to want to "help"
when what they really want is to tie themselves to me and reap
rewards when I finally "make it," to make a big public show of being
charitable and philanthropic when what they really are is chasing
social approval and trying to make themselves out as heroes, usually
with the effect of shutting down any other offers of genuine help
only for me to find out later the help they're offering amounts to
them shoving me off on someone else. For those of you who have been
genuine and heartfelt supporters over the years, I hope my body of
work persists in archives and in your hearts and minds as you move
forward without me. I appreciate you, I love you, and I couldn't
have made it this long without you. For those of you who can only
offer help because you think you're going to get something out of it
that you don't have the guts to ask for, kiss my ass and die. It may
be that a fit of concern over social disapproval results in an offer
to stay. As a matter of pragmatics, I will take that offer if it's
made, but only for as long as it takes for me to find a permanent way
out of here. You wouldn't want to live in a house where nobody over
the age of 10 has the slightest respect or consideration for you, and
I don't either. That small group of you who have been quietly
supportive over the years, who have given without expectation of
reward, who have followed me not because you want to be able to brag
to people but because you believe in who I am and what I do, are my
real family, and I love every one of you from the bottom of my heart.
Not a day goes by when I don't think about what I owe you and strive
to pay it back in every way I can. You have helped me make the world
a slightly better place while I've had the chance, and in my book
that makes you a hero. The rest of the fair-weather "friends" and
people who only "help" because they think they're going to get
something materially or socially beneficial to them in return...meh.
You got what you wanted, and my "family" now have what they want:
and end to me, permanently, so they don't have to be reminded of
their own failures of character and humanity. But, as things stand
now with 11 days left until the eviction notice expires and not one
of the sixty-ish resumes I've sent out so far getting so much as an
auto-ack, I've got to face the reality that my life is effectively
over, and what time I have left will likely be spent on the streets
trying to find a warm place to sleep where I don't have to worry
about my guitar - which I will not give up for any price, as it is
priceless to me - being stolen from me. I'm hoping for a solution to
manifest itself...but I'm not hopeFUL. It's time to face reality: I
have been deemed by this world to be unworthy of life, and maybe it's
time I accepted that this world is probably right. Love you all.
Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Great read - many thanks for posting, not least since it kept me
entertained during the night after my better half has collapsed to bed
and Iâm left to amuse myself. Thereâs only so much Karaoke,
buffets and traveller conversations at the bar that one man can
indulge. Please post some more excerpts - Iâve got a 16 hour flight
home in a few days!
Have just set up shop for the next few hours on a beach chair at Glen
Seaside Bar and Grill on Cane Garden Bay Beach at Tortola. I see they
do Conch Fritters in Lime Butter. Theyâre more expensive than
Lobster, but Iâm going to give it a crack on your recommendation. As
our last full day day in cruise mode before a couple nights in Punta
Cana and Miami, I canât leave without trying it, even if it means
paying the tourist tax for cruisers silly enough to pay itâ¦
Zimmermen Excelsior!
I used to have these at a local restaurant in Dallas and I'm not sure why they're so expensive now. But the raw price is prettty high now.
You wanted amusement?
Guess who said this in 2004?
"Duh. I've only said THAT a million times. I got caught with no degree
in an employment downturn in my sector and lost everything, Chuck.
That's no secret. It's the predictable result of bad choices I made when
I was young. That's why I'm in school - to try and prevent it from
happening again. In short: So I don't end up being a fifty-something
homeless dumpster-diving plagiarizing pedophile who gets off on
threatening little old ladies."
Hint: He doesn't dive into dumpsters but loses fights to them instead.
Here's another hint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUKbkyOUt50
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uqan4b$10pjc$1@dont-email.me:
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didnât charge
Dink for his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a
âfreeâ Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating
his rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and again the sun shines on
each of us. Clearly - some more than others, but the sun even
shines on a dogâs arse every once in a whileâ¦
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained
out today. In truth, weâve been lucky - one fleeting
sunshower during our only sea day is the only rain weâve seen
over the past fortnight, but itâs a shame to lose a planned
beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok?
Which one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice
ladies lately? Have you decided which souvenir youâd like me
to bring home for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping
well in spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins?
Planned any terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of
yours to kill a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona
yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just
wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to
a cohabitation?
Freezer - donât know, donât care what youâre up to,
you perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- youâre awesome just the way you are. Donât
change a thingâ¦
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe for
Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September 19th,
2020 ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be
shut down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons
unknown to me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope
with anyone he can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and
without prior conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food,
shelter, and clothing, and I have been evicted. Since my phone is
on his account and that is also being repossessed, I won't even be
able to log in to FB or most of my other websites, since they're
all 2FA tied to that phone. I do still have my old phone, but I
gifted that to my niece and I'm not going to break my word to her
just because someone else decided I don't deserve a home. It's bad
enough I'm being forced to break my promise that I'd always be here
for her, since as she says I'm "the only person who makes [her]
feel safe." I've cried a whole bunch over that in the last couple
of weeks, but crying isn't getting me anywhere either. I just hope
she understands when she gets older that it wasn't my choice to
make. I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do; there really are
no options. I'm not asking for anyone's help or money anymore
because it's pointless. I'm not loading up all my crap in a
backpack to trek across the country and "start over" again. I'm
tired of starting over, I'm tired of bootstraps, and most of all
I'm tired of every time I just get to the point of feeling like
maybe I can feel safe, some external actor has to jam a stick in
my spokes because I'm a threat to their ego. This has been a
consistent pattern in my life, people wheedling their way into my
good graces thinking it'll pay them off somehow and then throwing
me under a bus when it doesn't pay off fast enough or they realize
I'm not here to be their kept boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly I
no longer have the slightest bit of trust or faith left in human
beings, generally speaking. I did my best. I've fought my fight.
I have nowhere to go, I have no way to get there. My employability
is nil, largely due to the social media profile attached to my name
through my activism over the years. I likely won't survive long,
and I'm honestly not sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps,
since I've long lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free
will, this will give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll
continue to be here until the 30th, the date on the eviction
notice, although since my internet access has been contingent on my
keeping other people's secrets by way of not discussing any of this
in public, it may be well before then that I'm forced to shut down,
and if recent history is any indication I probably will have no
advance warning. After that, I may be here, and I may not. I
think you can all understand that I certainly have no interest in
remaining where I am, given that I'm not welcome here, and given
that of the six other people I live with the only one with the guts
to speak to me directly about any of this, or to express the
slightest bit of concern about my health or well-being, is a nine
year old kid with a crush on her "cool uncle." (She's also a great
kid with a great heart, and I hope her environment doesn't crush it
out of her before she's old enough to really do anything with it.
Love her to death.) So yeah. I didn't mention this when it
happened because frankly I'm sick of people I trust throwing me on
a fire and leaving me with no choice but to beg strangers for the
resources I need to stay alive and keep doing what I do. When your
own family craps all over you, it's time to admit you just don't
deserve food, shelter, clothing, security, or to be able to trust
anyone. I literally have had more genuine respect and
consideration from a jazz singer I've never met in a handful of
online exchanges over the years than anyone in my close family or
the majority of my extended family have ever seen fit to extend,
and that's just depressing beyond all expression. Thanks, Janis,
for that. You've been a hero in my life in ways you never
suspected, and even though it was a pretty crap job my
participation in your project is absolutely a highlight of my
artistic career. This has been a repeating pattern in my life,
where people pretend to want to "help" when what they really want
is to tie themselves to me and reap rewards when I finally "make
it," to make a big public show of being charitable and
philanthropic when what they really are is chasing social approval
and trying to make themselves out as heroes, usually with the
effect of shutting down any other offers of genuine help only for
me to find out later the help they're offering amounts to them
shoving me off on someone else. For those of you who have been
genuine and heartfelt supporters over the years, I hope my body of
work persists in archives and in your hearts and minds as you move
forward without me. I appreciate you, I love you, and I couldn't
have made it this long without you. For those of you who can only
offer help because you think you're going to get something out of
it that you don't have the guts to ask for, kiss my ass and die. It
may be that a fit of concern over social disapproval results in an
offer to stay. As a matter of pragmatics, I will take that offer
if it's made, but only for as long as it takes for me to find a
permanent way out of here. You wouldn't want to live in a house
where nobody over the age of 10 has the slightest respect or
consideration for you, and I don't either. That small group of you
who have been quietly supportive over the years, who have given
without expectation of reward, who have followed me not because you
want to be able to brag to people but because you believe in who I
am and what I do, are my real family, and I love every one of you
from the bottom of my heart. Not a day goes by when I don't think
about what I owe you and strive to pay it back in every way I can.
You have helped me make the world a slightly better place while
I've had the chance, and in my book that makes you a hero. The rest
of the fair-weather "friends" and people who only "help" because
they think they're going to get something materially or socially
beneficial to them in return...meh. You got what you wanted, and my
"family" now have what they want: and end to me, permanently, so
they don't have to be reminded of their own failures of character
and humanity. But, as things stand now with 11 days left until the
eviction notice expires and not one of the sixty-ish resumes I've
sent out so far getting so much as an auto-ack, I've got to face
the reality that my life is effectively over, and what time I have
left will likely be spent on the streets trying to find a warm
place to sleep where I don't have to worry about my guitar - which
I will not give up for any price, as it is priceless to me - being
stolen from me. I'm hoping for a solution to manifest itself...but
I'm not hopeFUL. It's time to face reality: I have been deemed by
this world to be unworthy of life, and maybe it's time I accepted
that this world is probably right. Love you all. Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Great read - many thanks for posting, not least since it kept me
entertained during the night after my better half has collapsed to
bed and Iâm left to amuse myself. Thereâs only so much
Karaoke, buffets and traveller conversations at the bar that one man
can indulge. Please post some more excerpts - Iâve got a 16
hour flight home in a few days!
Have just set up shop for the next few hours on a beach chair at
Glen Seaside Bar and Grill on Cane Garden Bay Beach at Tortola. I
see they do Conch Fritters in Lime Butter. Theyâre more
expensive than Lobster, but Iâm going to give it a crack on
your recommendation. As our last full day day in cruise mode before
a couple nights in Punta Cana and Miami, I canât leave without
trying it, even if it means paying the tourist tax for cruisers
silly enough to pay itâ¦
Zimmermen Excelsior!
I used to have these at a local restaurant in Dallas and I'm not sure
why they're so expensive now. But the raw price is prettty high now.
You wanted amusement?
Guess who said this in 2004?
"Duh. I've only said THAT a million times. I got caught with no
degree in an employment downturn in my sector and lost everything,
Chuck. That's no secret. It's the predictable result of bad choices I
made when I was young. That's why I'm in school - to try and prevent
it from happening again. In short: So I don't end up being a
fifty-something homeless dumpster-diving plagiarizing pedophile who
gets off on threatening little old ladies."
Hint: He doesn't dive into dumpsters but loses fights to them
instead.
Here's another hint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUKbkyOUt50
I suspect the price was just reflective of peak season gouging in
holiday season, not least since they dropped it without any haggling
just because they thought I wasn’t a cruiser. Either way, it was
money well spent to discover something I’d never tried in my first
four decades on earth. So for that, again, thanks.
Thanks also for the DeJong updates. With minimal wifi connectivity
whilst onboard, downloading updates and watching cringe-inducing, long-forgotten videos provided plenty of amusement whilst Mrs Meta
slept. Your service to rspw - and indeed to non-mouthbreathing mankind
- cannot be understated.
Thank you for your service. Long may it continue…
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in ]news:uqp8ga$8d0d$1@dont-email.me:
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uqan4b$10pjc$1@dont-email.me:
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didnâÂÂt charge >>>>>> Dink for his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong got a
âÂÂfreeâ Hepatitis A + B shot when his doctor was treating
his rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and again the sun shines on >>>>>> each of us. Clearly - some more than others, but the sun even
shines on a dogâÂÂs arse every once in a while⦠>>>>>>
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns,
Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained
out today. In truth, weâÂÂve been lucky - one fleeting
sunshower during our only sea day is the only rain weâÂÂve seen >>>>>> over the past fortnight, but itâÂÂs a shame to lose a planned >>>>>> beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok?
Which one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice
ladies lately? Have you decided which souvenir youâÂÂd like me >>>>>> to bring home for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping
well in spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins?
Planned any terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of
yours to kill a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona >>>>>> yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just
wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to
a cohabitation?
Freezer - donâÂÂt know, donâÂÂt care what youâÂÂre up to,
you perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- youâÂÂre awesome just the way you are. DonâÂÂt
change a thingâ¦
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe for
Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September 19th,
2020 ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be
shut down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons
unknown to me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope
with anyone he can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and
without prior conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food,
shelter, and clothing, and I have been evicted. Since my phone is
on his account and that is also being repossessed, I won't even be
able to log in to FB or most of my other websites, since they're
all 2FA tied to that phone. I do still have my old phone, but I
gifted that to my niece and I'm not going to break my word to her
just because someone else decided I don't deserve a home. It's bad
enough I'm being forced to break my promise that I'd always be here
for her, since as she says I'm "the only person who makes [her]
feel safe." I've cried a whole bunch over that in the last couple
of weeks, but crying isn't getting me anywhere either. I just hope
she understands when she gets older that it wasn't my choice to
make. I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do; there really are
no options. I'm not asking for anyone's help or money anymore
because it's pointless. I'm not loading up all my crap in a
backpack to trek across the country and "start over" again. I'm
tired of starting over, I'm tired of bootstraps, and most of all
I'm tired of every time I just get to the point of feeling like
maybe I can feel safe, some external actor has to jam a stick in
my spokes because I'm a threat to their ego. This has been a
consistent pattern in my life, people wheedling their way into my
good graces thinking it'll pay them off somehow and then throwing
me under a bus when it doesn't pay off fast enough or they realize
I'm not here to be their kept boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly I
no longer have the slightest bit of trust or faith left in human
beings, generally speaking. I did my best. I've fought my fight.
I have nowhere to go, I have no way to get there. My employability
is nil, largely due to the social media profile attached to my name
through my activism over the years. I likely won't survive long,
and I'm honestly not sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps,
since I've long lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free
will, this will give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll
continue to be here until the 30th, the date on the eviction
notice, although since my internet access has been contingent on my
keeping other people's secrets by way of not discussing any of this
in public, it may be well before then that I'm forced to shut down,
and if recent history is any indication I probably will have no
advance warning. After that, I may be here, and I may not. I
think you can all understand that I certainly have no interest in
remaining where I am, given that I'm not welcome here, and given
that of the six other people I live with the only one with the guts
to speak to me directly about any of this, or to express the
slightest bit of concern about my health or well-being, is a nine
year old kid with a crush on her "cool uncle." (She's also a great
kid with a great heart, and I hope her environment doesn't crush it
out of her before she's old enough to really do anything with it.
Love her to death.) So yeah. I didn't mention this when it
happened because frankly I'm sick of people I trust throwing me on
a fire and leaving me with no choice but to beg strangers for the
resources I need to stay alive and keep doing what I do. When your
own family craps all over you, it's time to admit you just don't
deserve food, shelter, clothing, security, or to be able to trust
anyone. I literally have had more genuine respect and
consideration from a jazz singer I've never met in a handful of
online exchanges over the years than anyone in my close family or
the majority of my extended family have ever seen fit to extend,
and that's just depressing beyond all expression. Thanks, Janis,
for that. You've been a hero in my life in ways you never
suspected, and even though it was a pretty crap job my
participation in your project is absolutely a highlight of my
artistic career. This has been a repeating pattern in my life,
where people pretend to want to "help" when what they really want
is to tie themselves to me and reap rewards when I finally "make
it," to make a big public show of being charitable and
philanthropic when what they really are is chasing social approval
and trying to make themselves out as heroes, usually with the
effect of shutting down any other offers of genuine help only for
me to find out later the help they're offering amounts to them
shoving me off on someone else. For those of you who have been
genuine and heartfelt supporters over the years, I hope my body of
work persists in archives and in your hearts and minds as you move
forward without me. I appreciate you, I love you, and I couldn't
have made it this long without you. For those of you who can only
offer help because you think you're going to get something out of
it that you don't have the guts to ask for, kiss my ass and die. It
may be that a fit of concern over social disapproval results in an
offer to stay. As a matter of pragmatics, I will take that offer
if it's made, but only for as long as it takes for me to find a
permanent way out of here. You wouldn't want to live in a house
where nobody over the age of 10 has the slightest respect or
consideration for you, and I don't either. That small group of you
who have been quietly supportive over the years, who have given
without expectation of reward, who have followed me not because you
want to be able to brag to people but because you believe in who I
am and what I do, are my real family, and I love every one of you
from the bottom of my heart. Not a day goes by when I don't think
about what I owe you and strive to pay it back in every way I can.
You have helped me make the world a slightly better place while
I've had the chance, and in my book that makes you a hero. The rest
of the fair-weather "friends" and people who only "help" because
they think they're going to get something materially or socially
beneficial to them in return...meh. You got what you wanted, and my
"family" now have what they want: and end to me, permanently, so
they don't have to be reminded of their own failures of character
and humanity. But, as things stand now with 11 days left until the
eviction notice expires and not one of the sixty-ish resumes I've
sent out so far getting so much as an auto-ack, I've got to face
the reality that my life is effectively over, and what time I have
left will likely be spent on the streets trying to find a warm
place to sleep where I don't have to worry about my guitar - which
I will not give up for any price, as it is priceless to me - being
stolen from me. I'm hoping for a solution to manifest itself...but
I'm not hopeFUL. It's time to face reality: I have been deemed by
this world to be unworthy of life, and maybe it's time I accepted
that this world is probably right. Love you all. Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Great read - many thanks for posting, not least since it kept me
entertained during the night after my better half has collapsed to
bed and IâÂÂm left to amuse myself. ThereâÂÂs only so much
Karaoke, buffets and traveller conversations at the bar that one man
can indulge. Please post some more excerpts - IâÂÂve got a 16 >>>> hour flight home in a few days!
Have just set up shop for the next few hours on a beach chair at
Glen Seaside Bar and Grill on Cane Garden Bay Beach at Tortola. I
see they do Conch Fritters in Lime Butter. TheyâÂÂre more
expensive than Lobster, but IâÂÂm going to give it a crack on >>>> your recommendation. As our last full day day in cruise mode before
a couple nights in Punta Cana and Miami, I canâÂÂt leave without >>>> trying it, even if it means paying the tourist tax for cruisers
silly enough to pay itâ¦
Zimmermen Excelsior!
I used to have these at a local restaurant in Dallas and I'm not sure
why they're so expensive now. But the raw price is prettty high now.
You wanted amusement?
Guess who said this in 2004?
"Duh. I've only said THAT a million times. I got caught with no
degree in an employment downturn in my sector and lost everything,
Chuck. That's no secret. It's the predictable result of bad choices I
made when I was young. That's why I'm in school - to try and prevent
it from happening again. In short: So I don't end up being a
fifty-something homeless dumpster-diving plagiarizing pedophile who
gets off on threatening little old ladies."
Hint: He doesn't dive into dumpsters but loses fights to them
instead.
Here's another hint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUKbkyOUt50
I suspect the price was just reflective of peak season gouging in
holiday season, not least since they dropped it without any haggling
just because they thought I wasnât a cruiser. Either way, it was
money well spent to discover something Iâd never tried in my first
four decades on earth. So for that, again, thanks.
Thanks also for the DeJong updates. With minimal wifi connectivity
whilst onboard, downloading updates and watching cringe-inducing,
long-forgotten videos provided plenty of amusement whilst Mrs Meta
slept. Your service to rspw - and indeed to non-mouthbreathing mankind
- cannot be understated.
Thank you for your service. Long may it continueâ¦
Special youtube.com bonus from over a decade ago:
"Land of the Lost: Homeless in America" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_fcmtsRgLg
When you return to Oz...
Pop in and lurk, or make up an account. It's the land of Beefaroni Boy
and all the latest. It's wide open and John AKA Beefy pretends he
doesn't follow and read it. Just another lie from him. Just like RSPW,
eh?
A few people are those who had sent money and have had a change of heart about sending a parasite like Beefy anything but rat poison or have had
the <gasp> personal and up close <double-gasp> Beefy experience. So it's always entertaining and some episodes from personal experience provide considerable enlightenment.
NAABP: National Association for the Advancement of Beefaroni People
https://www.facebook.com/groups/donotsendmoneytobeefy
So here's a recent sample or two:
************** Sample #1
Beefy spewed the following in the middle of his notorious spam runs.
"Beefy: There's an obnoxious arrogance in assuming that because you
don't understand something, it isn't understood."
This is coming from an asshole that constantly talks at people to
justify decades of begging.
"obnoxious arrogance" and Beefy - Perfect together and for the last 53
years.
What a condescending fuckmuppet.
**********Sample #2
Today's "Beefy Lack of Self Awareness Post of the Day". This mooch is on
a (highly toasted) roll! Candidate #4 from our favorite daughter
molester:
"Overlooking the obvious answer because it's too obvious is fallacious reasoning."
I don't even know where to begin with The Beefster on this one.
Let's start with the obvious question:
Q. Why do people know you're a pedophile?
A. Because you've basically admitted to it and your own daughter said
you did.
"Beefy: GEE NOW ADD ALL THAT UP AND WONDER WHY JH ALWAYS ENDS UP GOING
FOR THE YOUNGER WOMEN, HUH?"
Obvious enough, fuckhead?
How about your own words?
"Beefy: But sometimes its just a thought the family Ill never see again because they dont want me for reasons of their own selfishness, cowardice, and ego; the lovers and friends Ive tried to help and
failed; leaving them to whatever hell I couldnt pull them out of; how
sad my lil buddy with the cute little crush is that the only person who makes her feel safe isnt around anymore and theres nothing she or he can do about it."
Looks suspiciously like Beefy was grooming a young family member. Is
this why your brother threw you out? Those "obvious answers" are a motherfucker, aren't they?
Let's be fair: We'll give Beefy 15 words on why he thinks his family
hates him!
"they dont want me for reasons of their own selfishness, cowardice, and ego"
Oy vey, Beefy!
Are you claiming that people are jealous of the love you give? That sure sounds like the excuse that child molesters use when they are rejected
by society. So sorry to state the obvious...
I'm sure glad we had a chance to talk about fallacious reasoning, Beefy!
Feel free to stop by and respond. We (tinw) don't censor that kind of
thing here like you do.
References: https://groups.google.com/g/rec.sport.pro-wrestling/c/XGCCV4X4ZqY/m/vJwar 7S4AgAJ **************
On Thursday, February 8, 2024 at 3:39:25PM UTC-5, ]v[etaphoid Inc. wrote:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn?t charge Dink for his botched bowl cut,
I live rent-free in your head, don't I. Too bad the landlord is a senile douchebag.
or by the time John DeJong got a ?free? Hepatitis A + B
shot when his doctor was treating his rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and again the sun shines on each of us. Clearly - some more than others, but the sun even shines on a dog?s arse every once in a while?
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns, Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out today. In truth, we?ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during our only sea day is the only rain we?ve seen over the past fortnight, but it?s a shame to lose a planned beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok? Which one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice ladies lately? Have you decided which souvenir you?d like me to bring home for you?
Your casket.
Have a nice day.
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping well in spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins? Planned any terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of yours to kill a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on Mona yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who just wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to bring to a cohabitation?
Freezer - don?t know, don?t care what you?re up to, you perennially miserable, lying bottom feeder.
Zimmermen- you?re awesome just the way you are. Don?t change a thing?
On Thursday, February 8, 2024 at 3:39:25 PM UTC-5, ]v[etaphoid Inc. wrote:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didn’t charge Dink for his
botched bowl cut,
I live rent-free in your head, don't I. Too bad the landlord is a senile douchebag.
or by the time John DeJong got a “free” Hepatitis A + B
shot when his doctor was treating his rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now
and again the sun shines on each of us. Clearly - some more than others,
but the sun even shines on a dog’s arse every once in a while…
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns, Antigua
where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained out today. In
truth, we’ve been lucky - one fleeting sunshower during our only sea day is
the only rain we’ve seen over the past fortnight, but it’s a shame to lose
a planned beach day nonetheless.
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok? Which one
of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice ladies
lately? Have you decided which souvenir you’d like me to bring home for
you?
Your casket.
Have a nice day.
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uqp8ga$8d0d$1@dont-email.me:
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uqan4b$10pjc$1@dont-email.me:
Davey Zimmerman #274 <Chadweasel274@zoho.com> wrote:
]v[etaphoid Inc. <met@mormonia.com> wrote in
]news:uq3e5o$24do0$1@dont-email.me:
As proven by that time the apprentice barber didnâÂÂt
charge Dink for his botched bowl cut, or by the time John DeJong >>>>>>> got a âÂÂfreeâ Hepatitis A + B shot when his >>>>>>> doctor was treating his rogue gonorrhoea strain, every now and
again the sun shines on each of us. Clearly - some more than
others, but the sun even shines on a dogâÂÂs arse every >>>>>>> once in a whileâ¦
Equally, some times it rains. And so it is the case in St Johns, >>>>>>> Antigua where it looks like our whole day is going to be rained
out today. In truth, weâÂÂve been lucky - one fleeting
sunshower during our only sea day is the only rain
weâÂÂve seen over the past fortnight, but
itâÂÂs a shame to lose a planned beach day nonetheless. >>>>>>>
But enough about me - how have *you* been?
Chad - how is your current career progressing? Are our boys ok?
Which one of you is currently the biggest?
Dink - what project are you currently working on? Met any nice
ladies lately? Have you decided which souvenir youâÂÂd
like me to bring home for you?
Jason Tard - how are the wife and kids? Have you been sleeping
well in spite of the Democratic and Republican primary run ins?
Planned any terrorist activity to live out all those dreams of
yours to kill a bunch of innocents at the Super Bowl?
John Henry - how is the food situation? Have you unleashed on
Mona yet, telling the world what a selfish traitor she was who
just wanted to use you for all those skills and attributes to
bring to a cohabitation?
Freezer - donâÂÂt know, donâÂÂt care what
youâÂÂre up to, you perennially miserable, lying bottom >>>>>>> feeder.
Zimmermen- youâÂÂre awesome just the way you are.
DonâÂÂt change a thingâ¦
The Zimmermen just totally rule. You could bring back a recipe
for Caribbean Beefaroni for John. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
PS: Don't forget to try the conch fritters.
But since you mentioned John, I think a repost from September
19th, 2020 ought to cheer you up.
"I haven't mentioned it here until now, but in 11 days I will be
shut down, probably permanently. My loving brother, for reasons
unknown to me but in my opinion rooted in his inability to cope
with anyone he can't push around, has decided arbitrarily and
without prior conversation that I'm no longer worthy of food,
shelter, and clothing, and I have been evicted. Since my phone is
on his account and that is also being repossessed, I won't even
be able to log in to FB or most of my other websites, since
they're all 2FA tied to that phone. I do still have my old
phone, but I gifted that to my niece and I'm not going to break
my word to her just because someone else decided I don't deserve
a home. It's bad enough I'm being forced to break my promise
that I'd always be here for her, since as she says I'm "the only
person who makes [her] feel safe." I've cried a whole bunch over
that in the last couple of weeks, but crying isn't getting me
anywhere either. I just hope she understands when she gets older
that it wasn't my choice to make. I don't know where I'll go or
what I'll do; there really are no options. I'm not asking for
anyone's help or money anymore because it's pointless. I'm not
loading up all my crap in a backpack to trek across the country
and "start over" again. I'm tired of starting over, I'm tired of
bootstraps, and most of all I'm tired of every time I just get to
the point of feeling like maybe I can feel safe, some external
actor has to jam a stick in my spokes because I'm a threat to
their ego. This has been a consistent pattern in my life, people
wheedling their way into my good graces thinking it'll pay them
off somehow and then throwing me under a bus when it doesn't pay
off fast enough or they realize I'm not here to be their kept
boy. I'm sick of it, and frankly I no longer have the slightest
bit of trust or faith left in human beings, generally speaking. I
did my best. I've fought my fight. I have nowhere to go, I have
no way to get there. My employability is nil, largely due to the
social media profile attached to my name through my activism over
the years. I likely won't survive long, and I'm honestly not
sure how much I care at this point. Perhaps, since I've long
lacked the guts to just end myself of my own free will, this will
give me an out that I can ethically accept. I'll continue to be
here until the 30th, the date on the eviction notice, although
since my internet access has been contingent on my keeping other
people's secrets by way of not discussing any of this in public,
it may be well before then that I'm forced to shut down, and if
recent history is any indication I probably will have no advance
warning. After that, I may be here, and I may not. I think you
can all understand that I certainly have no interest in remaining
where I am, given that I'm not welcome here, and given that of
the six other people I live with the only one with the guts
to speak to me directly about any of this, or to express the
slightest bit of concern about my health or well-being, is a nine
year old kid with a crush on her "cool uncle." (She's also a
great kid with a great heart, and I hope her environment doesn't
crush it out of her before she's old enough to really do anything
with it. Love her to death.) So yeah. I didn't mention this when
it happened because frankly I'm sick of people I trust throwing
me on a fire and leaving me with no choice but to beg strangers
for the resources I need to stay alive and keep doing what I do.
When your own family craps all over you, it's time to admit you
just don't deserve food, shelter, clothing, security, or to be
able to trust anyone. I literally have had more genuine respect
and consideration from a jazz singer I've never met in a handful
of online exchanges over the years than anyone in my close family
or the majority of my extended family have ever seen fit to
extend, and that's just depressing beyond all expression.
Thanks, Janis, for that. You've been a hero in my life in ways
you never suspected, and even though it was a pretty crap job my
participation in your project is absolutely a highlight of my
artistic career. This has been a repeating pattern in my life,
where people pretend to want to "help" when what they really want
is to tie themselves to me and reap rewards when I finally "make
it," to make a big public show of being charitable and
philanthropic when what they really are is chasing social
approval and trying to make themselves out as heroes, usually
with the effect of shutting down any other offers of genuine help
only for me to find out later the help they're offering amounts
to them shoving me off on someone else. For those of you who
have been genuine and heartfelt supporters over the years, I hope
my body of work persists in archives and in your hearts and minds
as you move forward without me. I appreciate you, I love you,
and I couldn't have made it this long without you. For those of
you who can only offer help because you think you're going to get
something out of it that you don't have the guts to ask for, kiss
my ass and die. It may be that a fit of concern over social
disapproval results in an offer to stay. As a matter of
pragmatics, I will take that offer if it's made, but only for as
long as it takes for me to find a permanent way out of here. You
wouldn't want to live in a house where nobody over the age of 10
has the slightest respect or consideration for you, and I don't
either. That small group of you who have been quietly supportive
over the years, who have given without expectation of reward, who
have followed me not because you want to be able to brag to
people but because you believe in who I am and what I do, are my
real family, and I love every one of you from the bottom of my
heart. Not a day goes by when I don't think about what I owe you
and strive to pay it back in every way I can. You have helped me
make the world a slightly better place while I've had the chance,
and in my book that makes you a hero. The rest of the
fair-weather "friends" and people who only "help" because
they think they're going to get something materially or socially
beneficial to them in return...meh. You got what you wanted, and
my "family" now have what they want: and end to me, permanently,
so they don't have to be reminded of their own failures of
character and humanity. But, as things stand now with 11 days
left until the eviction notice expires and not one of the
sixty-ish resumes I've sent out so far getting so much as an
auto-ack, I've got to face the reality that my life is
effectively over, and what time I have left will likely be spent
on the streets trying to find a warm place to sleep where I don't
have to worry about my guitar - which I will not give up for any
price, as it is priceless to me - being stolen from me. I'm
hoping for a solution to manifest itself...but I'm not hopeFUL.
It's time to face reality: I have been deemed by this world to
be unworthy of life, and maybe it's time I accepted that this
world is probably right. Love you all. Peace."
The mating call of the Drama Queen is not always a joyous thing.
Sometimes it's justice calling.
Great read - many thanks for posting, not least since it kept me
entertained during the night after my better half has collapsed to
bed and IâÂÂm left to amuse myself. ThereâÂÂs
only so much Karaoke, buffets and traveller conversations at the
bar that one man can indulge. Please post some more excerpts -
IâÂÂve got a 16 hour flight home in a few days!
Have just set up shop for the next few hours on a beach chair at
Glen Seaside Bar and Grill on Cane Garden Bay Beach at Tortola. I
see they do Conch Fritters in Lime Butter. TheyâÂÂre more
expensive than Lobster, but IâÂÂm going to give it a
crack on your recommendation. As our last full day day in cruise
mode before a couple nights in Punta Cana and Miami, I
canâÂÂt leave without trying it, even if it means paying
the tourist tax for cruisers silly enough to pay itâ¦
Zimmermen Excelsior!
I used to have these at a local restaurant in Dallas and I'm not
sure why they're so expensive now. But the raw price is prettty
high now.
You wanted amusement?
Guess who said this in 2004?
"Duh. I've only said THAT a million times. I got caught with no
degree in an employment downturn in my sector and lost everything,
Chuck. That's no secret. It's the predictable result of bad choices
I made when I was young. That's why I'm in school - to try and
prevent it from happening again. In short: So I don't end up being
a fifty-something homeless dumpster-diving plagiarizing pedophile
who gets off on threatening little old ladies."
Hint: He doesn't dive into dumpsters but loses fights to them
instead.
Here's another hint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUKbkyOUt50
I suspect the price was just reflective of peak season gouging in
holiday season, not least since they dropped it without any haggling
just because they thought I wasnât a cruiser. Either way, it
was money well spent to discover something Iâd never tried in
my first four decades on earth. So for that, again, thanks.
Thanks also for the DeJong updates. With minimal wifi connectivity
whilst onboard, downloading updates and watching cringe-inducing,
long-forgotten videos provided plenty of amusement whilst Mrs Meta
slept. Your service to rspw - and indeed to non-mouthbreathing
mankind - cannot be understated.
Thank you for your service. Long may it continueâ¦
Special youtube.com bonus from over a decade ago:
"Land of the Lost: Homeless in America"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_fcmtsRgLg
When you return to Oz...
Pop in and lurk, or make up an account. It's the land of Beefaroni
Boy and all the latest. It's wide open and John AKA Beefy pretends he
doesn't follow and read it. Just another lie from him. Just like
RSPW, eh?
A few people are those who had sent money and have had a change of
heart about sending a parasite like Beefy anything but rat poison or
have had the <gasp> personal and up close <double-gasp> Beefy
experience. So it's always entertaining and some episodes from
personal experience provide considerable enlightenment.
NAABP: National Association for the Advancement of Beefaroni People
https://www.facebook.com/groups/donotsendmoneytobeefy
So here's a recent sample or two:
************** Sample #1
Beefy spewed the following in the middle of his notorious spam runs.
"Beefy: There's an obnoxious arrogance in assuming that because you
don't understand something, it isn't understood."
This is coming from an asshole that constantly talks at people to
justify decades of begging.
"obnoxious arrogance" and Beefy - Perfect together and for the last
53 years.
What a condescending fuckmuppet.
**********Sample #2
Today's "Beefy Lack of Self Awareness Post of the Day". This mooch is
on a (highly toasted) roll! Candidate #4 from our favorite daughter
molester:
"Overlooking the obvious answer because it's too obvious is
fallacious reasoning."
I don't even know where to begin with The Beefster on this one.
Let's start with the obvious question:
Q. Why do people know you're a pedophile?
A. Because you've basically admitted to it and your own daughter said
you did.
"Beefy: GEE NOW ADD ALL THAT UP AND WONDER WHY JH ALWAYS ENDS UP
GOING FOR THE YOUNGER WOMEN, HUH?"
Obvious enough, fuckhead?
How about your own words?
"Beefy: But sometimes its just a thought the family Ill never
see again because they dont want me for reasons of their own
selfishness, cowardice, and ego; the lovers and friends Ive tried
to help and failed; leaving them to whatever hell I couldnt pull
them out of; how sad my lil buddy with the cute little crush is that
the only person who makes her feel safe isnt around anymore and
theres nothing she or he can do about it."
Looks suspiciously like Beefy was grooming a young family member. Is
this why your brother threw you out? Those "obvious answers" are a
motherfucker, aren't they?
Let's be fair: We'll give Beefy 15 words on why he thinks his family
hates him!
"they dont want me for reasons of their own selfishness, cowardice,
and ego"
Oy vey, Beefy!
Are you claiming that people are jealous of the love you give? That
sure sounds like the excuse that child molesters use when they are
rejected by society. So sorry to state the obvious...
I'm sure glad we had a chance to talk about fallacious reasoning,
Beefy! Feel free to stop by and respond. We (tinw) don't censor that
kind of thing here like you do.
References:
https://groups.google.com/g/rec.sport.pro-wrestling/c/XGCCV4X4ZqY/m/vJ
war 7S4AgAJ **************
Many thanks for the link to the new fb group - some hilarious reading
there. I’m not sure what I’m enjoying more; John Henry DeJong’s desperate pleas for validation, or the vitriol from Chad Bryant
denigrating a person who he spent 27 years lauding as a man of the
highest intelligence, integrity and compassion he’d ever known, and
who he considered “family for life”.
I truly wonder which one of them changed the most (nevermind if it was
for the better or the worse) to have driven such a wedge between the
two like-minded blood brothers. Lamentably, truth is a commodity which neither subscribes to, so I doubt we shall ever know the real
reason…
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