You Fucked Up Son.


Two articles back I posted some tough guy rant about never giving up.  I think it was called Fight or Die.  Someone wrote that and posted it on 4chan.org/b/ and I was feeling like I actually had a pair that day and was feeling too lazy to write something more original and gripping like my usual garbage so I copied and pasted and added the McFucking Kill Yourself pic and the post was seen by maybe 17 people tops.  That’s not really the point of course.  My point actually has more to do with the fact that I posted some shit about “pain being my breakfast cereal” and how the weak are culled from the pack we call the human race just by virtue of being weak.  The post implied that I am the opposite of weak and all the pussies out there crying into their Wheaties should take notice, be on alert, read my bullshit manifesto and take immediate action to stop their cowardly sniveling ways.  Either that or be prepared for that inevitable “culling” as if some quazi-military outfit was out patrolling the streets of the world, sniffing out weakness in mankind and snuffing out the man exhibiting the signs of weakness.

I didn’t mean anything by the post except to maybe offer some encouragement to people out there suffering needlessly due to fear and to possibly motivate whoever needed the motivation to dig a little deeper to obtain what they wanted in this life instead of curling up at the first sign of strife and rolling over.

I have no place to call my own.  I have no car to call my own.  I have no money to call my own.  I have nothing to call my own except my skateboard and some clothing and a few paintings and other miscellaneous odds and ends.  I am a grown man allegedly.  I have three college degrees, two from excellent universities.  I have had a plethora of different jobs and plenty of money.  Unfortunately all of these degrees, jobs and paychecks were no match for my gambling addiction.

Compulsive gambling is really fucking bad unless you are some incredibly lucky motherfucker which as you all probably know is not very likely.  Common sense should dictate that over time, an individual gambler has absolutely zero chance of winning money and a 100% chance of losing his bankroll. Have you ever checked out a place like Pechanga Casino?  Its located in Temecula, California in the middle of a beautifully appointed highway surrounded by lovely and assuredly expensive  mini estates.  Sort of like a rich man’s housing tract.  Across the street to the right is a wonderful park with all sorts of good stuff for fitness minded people to get into.    The surrounding area of Temecula is very upper middle class and the whole outlying area is also coming up.By outlying area I’m talking about Murrieta, Lake Elsinore, even South Corona.

The casino itself, easily rivals any Las Vegas casino that I’ve ever seen.  For sure.  Its totally massive and very fucking nice.  The hotel rooms are bad ass.  The grounds are bad ass.  I’ve never seen the golf course but I’ve heard its bad ass and it definitely ain’t cheap to play there.  Keep in mind that I know several people who have been going to Pechanga Casino since it was a series of tents with no real framework structure in place.  Let me tell you, its no homeless tent city anymore baby.  Far from it in fact.  There are thousands of slot machines and hundreds of table games and a bunch of restaurants, a food court, several bars and night clubs and a massive poker room up the escalators.  We are talking hundreds and hundreds of millions of dollars worth of infrastructure in terms of land and buildings.  I don’t know any sort of accurate number as far as how many people are employed there but its got to be in the thousands.  And that’s just in security personnel hahahahaha.

Ha that’s funny shit but it does seem like it.  They have so many god damn detectives and uniformed security guards and outside roving patrols on bikes and in trucks and Reservation Rangers in 4 x 4’s roaming around the place you would think that the President of the USA worked there or something.  He doesn’t.  However one night I did see Dr. J (Julius Erving) playing the $25 dollar slots in the high limit room (and losing his ass and being a total fucking pompous ass prick, much too good to talk to any of the common folk in the casino) one night.  Like who really gives a fuck right?  Duh.

They have a big sign which reports how much the casino paid out for the day, week, month and maybe even year over on the right side of the casino by the food court kind of and I remember looking at it one day and they had paid out like over six million or some shit that day.  Which has to tell you what kind of money that fucking place is raking in on a daily basis.  Trust me if they are paying $6,000,000 out in jackpots in one day they are profiting $36,000,000 on that same fucking day.  Do the math, be boggled by the numbers and start to let it sink into your head why the Pechanga Indian Tribal Members each get paid $15,000 a month for doing absolutely jack shit nothing and why the whole Southern part of Riverside County is starting to resemble Bel Air more than Home Gardens.

Just staying on the conservative side and saying that the casino has profit of $10,000,000 a day that’s like 3.65 billion dollars a year.  I know that sounds fucking insane but I’m thinking that its got to be true.  That place is straight out balling hardcore.  And what is the product that they sell, which is in such high demand from a huge percentage of the population living within 80 miles of that place?  To be honest that product could be called many things but essentially it boils down to greed and its really quite a complicated product indeed.  In fact its a mind fuck of monumental proportions, one which is everchanging but for the most part based on one of the baser emotions that humans feel.  I’m talking about greed, desperation, extreme joy, crestfallen sadness, depression, arrogance and pride, plus avarice and lust and narcissism and selfishness and self righteousness and indignation and disbelief, and inevitability, and superhuman power.  An array of self centered, frantic emotions very very high to the point of incredible or very very low to the point of crawling underneath a rock and dying.  That’s it.  That’s the product they deal.  Some call it hope.  Some call it entertainment.  Call it what you will it boils down to a human being wanting to get something for nothing, to magically turn $10 into $2000 (which I personally, have done at Pechanga Casino playing Cleopatra Keno).

Everyone has the same anticipatory semi confident, devil may care attitude when they first start off on a gambling extravaganza.  It feels awesome to walk into the casino with your pockets full of money, walk up to a machine thrown in a twenty or a hundred and just start winning.  Machine after machine, every thing you touch seems to turn to gold and you can win thousands so fast it seems crazy and you start wondering to yourself how the casino can afford to be doing this and still make a profit.  You feel like you can’t lose and sometimes I’ve had these kinds of streaks carry on for a couple of straight days or even 11 straight days as I did the first time I visited Melbourne Australia in 2004.  Every single day for 11 straight days I won and won and won and ended up winning 15,000 had my airfare and hotel and about five grand worth of clothes and hundreds of dollars worth of food, drinks and crystal meth paid for.  It was an awesome trip in every way.  I know what those streaks feel like and they are so incredible.

I’ve learned, the hard way though, that streaks like that are incredibly few and far between.  Streaks like that end.  They end badly.  For me they end horribly because I start freaking out and before I know it I’ve given literally every single dollar I’ve won back to the casino.  Plus everything I brought with me that I had just sitting in my wallet untouched up to now,  plus everything I can get from my ATM and every credit card and the money I left in the car and the money I left at home and the money I borrow from all of my friends at the casino, all of it, every single fucking dime of it, right into their outstretched hands.  I haven’t done this once or a dozen times.  I’ve done this literally hundreds and hundreds of times.  So many times you would think I have a fucking hole in my head and all of my fucking brains have leaked out and there is just an empty space there.  That many times.  Too many times.  Way too fucking many times.  And then even more times than that.  And more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more.  To the point where you are sick of reading it, I’m fucking sick of typing it but still I’m not done yet because yeah you can throw in a bunch of more times on top of it all.  Trust me.  I could try to remember all of the times and it would end up only being 25%.  That’s how pervasive and sick and horrible and truly deplorable and inexcusable my gambling problem has been.

I’m a walking, talking, educated, living, breathing example of why Pechanga Casino is so fucking rich that they are basically a law unto themselves and effectively they answer to nobody.  They are so far above the law that you have to just bow down and accept the fact that fair or unfair they are going to do whatever the fuck that they want to do and what they want to do is take every single person who walks through their  doors to the proverbial cleaners, fleecing them, leaving them with nothing but the memories.  They want to clean your clock and somehow convince you that you had fun getting your clock cleaned and that you actually have a chance in fucking hell of getting even the next time you walk through the doors like an Alzheimer’s patient who forgets his name every ten minutes and shits into his Depends every afternoon.  Pechanga Casino is the definition of insanity that makes the most sense to me.  If I literally looked at the online definition of insanity on the Webster’s Dictionary website and there were no words only a picture of Pechanga Casino trust me, I would completely understand and so would millions of other smart, capable, wonderful people walking the planet today.

The truth is that Pechanga Casino and many like it (San Manuel, Pala, Soboba, Valley View, Harrah’s etc) have no chance of losing any money, ever period.  Why? Because gambling is computerized.  All the wins and losses are already preset into the computer program and the false sense that you have actually won any money is only a matter of timing.  In other words walk up to a machine after some poor, stupid fucking stubborn asshole like me has just fed two thousand dollars into it without winning a fucking dollar, throw your twenty dollars, decrease the bet size from max bet of $6 bucks a spin to something more manageable like $1.20 and voila, all of a sudden you are an incredible gambler, on a hot streak.  Retrieve a thousand dollars of my horribly managed bankroll push cash out and be on your way and you are a winner.  Its all just a facade of course.  If you stay on that same machine and play it for 24 hours straight as I’ve done several times, I would stake my very soul on the fact that you have zero chance of being ahead at the end of that time period.  There is no fucking way.

They are computers.  They are programmed in a way that only makes you think you have a chance of winning.  And that so called “chance” of winning is only under very specific circumstances and only for a very short period of time.  Any pattern of play that deviates substantially from this is bound to end up costing the moron pushing the buttons an even more SUBSTANTIAL amount of money.  Its that simple. Long term you cannot win period.  So don’t try.  Short term you may win but hardly ever and never enough to satisfy you if you have a big negative lifetime balance against the gambling institutions of the world.  Hardly ever and never enough.  Two toxic ideas represented by those four words let me tell you.  Especially the “never enough” part.  Basically that means even if you win, no matter how much you win, you are still fucked because you will never ever walk away.  You will think you are smart and clever with your amazing money management skills but trust me the routine you are using is going to eventually break down due to some unforeseen circumstance taking place that you can’t control and you are going to get really red hot ears and a stubborn anger is going to creep its way into your way of play and you are going to go on fucking self destructive tilt mode to the point where you soon enough find yourself with a familiar sinking horrible feeling with an ever shrinking pile of cash and a sense of unease and disaster smashing those prior emotions when you thought you were the great Julius Ceasar of gambling, some sort of modern conquering hero of gambling.  Someone to be admired and patted on the back and flirted with by the desperate fake as fuck greed driven losers who hang out at the casino.  All of a sudden your celebrity, your fame, your stardom, is no longer with you.  All the admirers have left your entourage, except for maybe a couple of well meaning, commiserating bastards with bald heads and the look of vulture stamped all over their shiny little sweaty little sharp and hooded little faces.  They are actually the worst to be honest because you are so pissed off.  You are so pissed off that anything that comes out of anyone’s mouth that resembles a plea to please stop, cash out and run for the exits is something that you have no desire to even hear, and certainly you have no inclination to absorb, comprehend and act upon this advice.  Nobody, least of all yourself, is surprised when a short while later you are broke as a fucking joke and all of a sudden the though that you didn’t stop at the gas station on the way to the casino hits you.  Also those hunger pangs, that unpaid cell phone bill, the realization that you are out of whatever drug of choice you call your own, or some similar jolt back into reality lands on your head causing you bruising and maybe even a bit of bleeding and you really can’t do jack shit about it except join the throng of brain dead walking buckets of sadness and greed walking around the casino searching for money left on machines, even a penny, or waiting for some new celebrity to hit a jackpot in which case you can quickly make friends with him and ask him to be a star in his own little gambling show, verbally stroking his ever increasing sense of ego, so that when he does get paid his jackpot, if you are sly enough you can quietly make it clear to him that you are a little tight just at the moment and wow, twenty dollars would sure be appreciated and  hell, its only a tiny fraction of the 2,356 dollar jackpot he just won and since he is so swelled with the “golly gee willikers i’m some smart and greatImagegambler” syndrome, 8 times out of ten you can squeeze at least a twenty out of him. A lot of times you can get more then that.  If you are willing to invest a little more time into the effort and you are a good speaker as I tend to be, and the moron you are talking to is getting pretty fucking lucky you can get several hundred dollars over the course of a few hours.  Hopefully one of those twenty dollar bills you finnagle off of the crowd of temporary winners turns you iImagento a temporary winner again and a good portion of your bankroll is restored to you magically and boom you are off an running on yet another gambling spree.  ImageOf course this one is going to end up like all of the others, except only quicker now because by this time the meth is wearing off, in fact you can’t get any higher,Image you just want to sleep but you’re down money still of course.  Surprise surprise right?  Not. Image Fuck no its not a surprise although you are insane so you could have easily have convinced yourself that somehow or another you are not a loser and this could be the time where it all comes together for you and you are going to be both lucky enough to earnImage those thousands you so desperately need but also you are going to smart enough this time to know when to walk away when you are ahead.  Yeah.  Uh huh.  Sure you are.  You forget that you haven’t slept in three days and you find yourself nodding off to sleep like the Imageworld’s laziest heroin addict.  You find yourself sleeping in front of some stupid ass machine and its 11 a.m. on Monday morning and you’ve been at the casino since 4:30 p.m.ImageFriday afternoon and you have terrible breath and a pocketful of money but you keep falling asleep so you keep vacillating between this angry toxic obsessed crazy gambler cussing and hitting the machine hard, even bruising up your thumbs and knuckles and spitting on the machine and just being a horrible and scary and psycho idiot between periods of waking up and hearing yourself finish a snore as some fucking moron in a suit is asking you, “are you okay sir?” as if he gives a rat’s fucking ass if you are okay and as a matter of fact you are very much NOT okay at all but you don’t tell him that you just smile and Imagesay yes sir and sorry about that sir I’m just a little tired but really you are way more than tired.  You are completely drained,ImageI mean wiped out.  In every way.  Mentally, physically, spiritually, financially, emotionally.  In every fucking way.  You needImage to stop and salvage what you have left and find the strength to get off your numb fucking ass and the courage to walk away from that fucking hell hole soul stealing heart breaking, cold toxic unfeelingImage whore of a place Pechanga Casino and you need to do it five minutes ago.  But youImagecan’t drive how the fuck are you going to drive and besides you are losing now and you are so pissed off that you didn’t leave earlier when you had several chances. ImageNo you stuck around and got more and more outrageous with your bet sizing and your judgment and boom.  In no time flat you are broke broke broke broke TILT ImageTilt TILT yet again and either you jump back onto the track of finding free money or you finally give up and realize you areImage fucked and its time to get the hell underneath that fucking rock you emerged from four days Imageearlier full of quiet confidenceImage and brimming with cheer and tidings for everybody you run into.

Do you get the picture of what I am describing here people? ItsImagefucking convoluted and confusing, a total psychotic episode inducing mind fuck guaranteed to reel in the best specimens of the human race.  Its called gambling.  Specifically its called morbid or compulsive gambling. ImageMy name is Anthony Mandich and I am a gambling addict who has squandered away every portion of of my life that was worth anything andImage I’ve driven away every single person I have professed feeling of love and admiration for in the past.

And I nothing whatsoever to show for it except a battered heart and shaky sketchy depressing existence.  Living in a self created Imagecorner of hell.

Don’t get started because it will finish you in the end my friend.

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beware the wrath of /b/ 4chan/b/ versus @flyguyparsons


Screen shot taken from the twitter account of Aaron Jacob Parsons

Its been an interesting day in Cyberspace.  A perfect storm of sorts has come together and unleashed her fury on  krashthrills.wordpress.com in the form of thousands and thousands of views of an article I wrote regarding Aaron Jacob Fosters yesterday.  As of 7:01 p.m. tonight I have had 6,938 people from 11 countries visit my website and read what I wrote. There 3,583 clicks of links that I provided that contain more information/corroboration of the crimes that are proven alleged by what I have written, all of which originated on the /b/ forum on 4chan.org.  I want to take this opportunity to give props to the guys and girls who reside at /b/.  They might be a little warped but collectively they hold a great deal of power in their fingertips.  It was awesome to be a witness to this power as it unfolded.  Awesome as in I was awestruck and still am.  Certainly it is not a good idea to get on the bad side of a group that has this kind of power at its disposal.  Even worse to do it when they are bored and frothing at the bit for something to do.

It seems a bit of a foregone conclusion that the consequences are going to be severe and swift for the individuals responsible for the degrading beat down and robbery of the still unnamed victim in this case.  I feel absolutely no sympathy for the perpetrators.  I don’t give a shit what they have to say about it or what their excuse is or if they even remember what they were doing because of intoxication levels , temporary amnesia etc.  I really hope that prison is the end result for Aaron Jacob Parsons and everyone else involved, especially that annoying drunk bitch wearing her black panties parading around the street like she was some glamour queen.  Fuck her.  (man she STILL pisses me off)

The haters calling me racist can all suck it to be honest.  I am not even going to bother addressing that accusation.  It’s not true and my life and anything I’ve ever written in the past will attest to that FACT.  So, hate on haters.

I got a call from a reporter named Justin from the Baltimore Sun.  We talked for quite a few minutes about the origin of this situation, 4chan’s /b/ forum and more.  His view, stated to me anyhow, was that this is an instance of the internet being used for good and he was quick to show his admiration for the detective work done by the /b/ forum lurkers.  I agree wholeheartedly with this sentiment.  Choosing to fight against the “forces that /b/ is the ultimate example of the idiot who brings a knife to a gun fight”.

Have a good night everyone……Anthony Mandich

ImageADDENDUM: I replied to an email from the reporter I mentioned.  Here is what I had to say.  And I quote:

hey justin it was good talking to you.  i’m sending you this stuff before i even blog it so i must think you’re cool.  just don’t get me killed lol.

 
here is a quote from me if you want
 
“aaron jacob parsons is a wanted man”….post after post on /b/ repeated those words. it was late i was annoyed.  the arrogance shown by @flyguyparsons and @CASHton-Kutcher by posting the video of themselves proudly separating a man from his dignity really angered me.  they acted like it was so funny and so cool.
 
to beat down a guy like that, seemingly with impunity when: 
 
(A) he didn’t deserve it  and 
(B) couldn’t do anything about it but bleed and sit there bewildered, humiliated and alone and 
(C) further add to his pain by taking everything of value in his possession, stripping him naked, and letting some ugly drunk annoying bitch slap him open palmed across his face while he’s on his back  just didn’t sit well with me.
 
and the poor guy took it like a champ.  he didn’t defend himself (which was probably smart in this instance because this was a bear that you had to play dead against for sure.  so yeah he didn’t defend himself but he also didn’t bring further dishonor to himself by crying, pissing or moaning.  
 
two things resonated strongly with me.
 
1. the images of parsons mugging for the camera before the humiliation began and then creeping up and start digging through the guys pockets like it was a big joke.  i really hated that.
2.  that ugly chick wearing her panties with her big old ass all drunk grinding on the guy before it all started and then when he was down on his back she’s there standing behind his head and starts slapping in his face HARD and he can’t even see where these blows are coming from because she is standing behind his head.  that was particularly cowardly and thinking about it right now gets my blood boiling.  
 
you asked me what was different about this video as opposed to the many other millions of videos that are out there on the internet.  I am going to answer that with a post i did on some girls from a sorority at bowling green who were tragically killed in a car accident a few weeks ago.  my answer is obvious.
 

Aaron Jacob Parsons is a wanted man.


7:07 p.m. Wednesday April 18th, 2012 Update on the Aaron Jacob Parsons Saga:

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SUNDAY APRIL 15TH, 2012 UPDATE ON:

AARON JACOB PARSONS IS A WANTED MAN

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 AARON JACOB PARSONS IS A WANTED MAN HAS BEEN TAKEN INTO CUSTODY

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Update 10:49 p.m. Wed April 4th, 2012

In REPLY to the article in the Baltimore Sun by Justin Fentin:

AnthonyMandich at 8:13 PM April 04, 2012
To clarify: a video filmed by @CASHton_Kutcher, starring Aaron Jacob Parsons and a cast of cowards who beat, robbed, and stripped naked a man who was defenseless, drunk, alone, and clearly in over his head, was posted to worldstar and twitter.

The initiator of the physical violence is an aspiring male model, and famous dj in the Maryland ghetto named Aaron Jacob Parsons.

This is a fact, not an allegation.

His words and mannerisms BEFORE he put his hand in the victims pocket and took his car keys, are indicative of premeditation (consideration of an act beforehand that shows an intent to commit that act).

<>He mentions worldstar, chuckles about how he’s GOT to take the boy’s money, and then proceeds to do just exactly that. Clearly this was not done in self defense as he unconvincingly tried to make it appear on his twitter account.

I am Anthony Mandich, the person who wrote up the story and posted it at krashthrills.wordpress.com. The smug attitudes, and hysterical laughing while this guy was robbed and then stripped naked on the streets pissed off everyone on the /b/ forum at 4chan.org.  

They outed him and that’s that. Now Mr. Parsons is going to pay, hopefully with some penitentiary time.

A person who shows a shameful lack of courage in the face of danger is a coward. Aaron Parsons deleted his Twitter account which contained approximately  30,000 tweets as soon as it was clear we were onto him.  30,000 tweets.  That’s a lot of tweets to throw away at the first sign of danger.   I laugh at him for that.  I’m also grateful he’s never heard of “consciousness of guilt” as well.  Deleting your Facebook and Twitter is drastic and also another sign that he knew full and well that he had been a bad bad kid. Idiot…

Although I am somewhat naive to the intricacies of the law, I believe factors that indicate premeditation, can be utilized by motivated prosecutors to elevate the charges  that a defendant faces.

 When the act that follows (the premeditation) is  one that you wouldn’t write home to Mommy about AND results in the suffering and degradation of an innocent person, consequences should be quite severe, in my opinion.

Helpless (harmless)…forced to endure abuse of a humiliating and heinous nature…robbed, beaten, stripped of his garments…his tag heuer watch.. his dignity, pride, and self confidence…

 all for the sake of bemusement (at best)

Really?

You would trade your humanity for something as intrinsically worthless as filming yourselves beating a man so you can post the results on the  internet??   (and in the meanwhile prove yourself  to be of base origin, a low life contemptible Neanderthal, completely devoid of  high values or ethics, shoddy, inferior in quality, with a selfish lack of  human decency)

I hate to break it to you ladies and gentlemen but that’s nothing to aspire to.  I mean listen…I’m so far from perfect it can’t be overstated just how far away I am.  Light years, galaxies, solar systems even.  But, with all of my flaws and lapses in judgment fuckups, I’m still a human being striving to evolve.  If I found myself  as devoid of hope as the animals who perpetrated this hateful action, my life would be over because often, that faith in the nobler aspects of mankind is the only thing that keeps me plodding along.

The last comment I want to make here is regarding the color of everyone’s skin.  Race is certainly a hot button topic in society today.  When hasn’t it been?

Pervading charges of racism abound constantly to the point where it becomes so redundant that in my opinion it just cancels itself out.

A large percentage of the comments I’ve read on my own blog here and all over the internet are inappropriate, insensitive and fucking beyond ignorant.  Again, so overwhelming in nature, that I find myself laughing at some of the crap I read.  I never censor comments on my own site.  I think censorship is fucking hideous.

People have been calling me a racist all over the internet and I honestly don’t give a flying rat’s ass.  I’m not racist.  No matter what way you slice it, I’m not fucking racist.  Of all the lowlifes in this world, white trash inbred redneck motherfuckers talking about white pride and all that separatist crap about preserving some non existent white race blah blah blah blah…they annoy me more then any other lowlife cross section of any race that exists in this world.  I hate em.

I can’t stand ignorance.  And brothers let me tell you… nothing sings louder in my heart head and soul as being true then the idea that racial superiority is BULLSHIT with a capital B just like I typed it.    Fucking utter bullshit.  I’m white.  I’m from Trinidad and Tobago.  It’s black.  I don’t give a shit.  I like black people, I’ve fucked hugged scores of black chicks (hot ones), and I have plenty of black friends.  I like Asians just fine.

The stereotypes about Asians and gambling are true though….let me tell you hahahaha.  I’m a big time gambler and gambling knows no color lines.  One of my very best friends in the world who unfortunately got shot and killed  was Vietnamese.  I speak Spanish fluently because I like Mexicans.

I just don’t give a gosh darn shit about race.  Its not an issue I consider before making decisions in my life for the most part.  

I’m not in prison and never have been so why should I ride in the white car and exclude a huge percentage of the world from my insane life?  Screw Fuck that.  Its pretty much obvious to anyone with a brain, that every group on the planet has its pieces of shit and its stars.  I hate pieces of shit no matter what color they are.  I don’t even know why I’m even saying this because honestly I don’t give a care  shit what you think, about what I think, about the color of a man’s skin.  If you don’t like me then I’m sure we can exist in our own little corners of hell the planet without ever crossing paths.  Fine by me.

I just wanna live baby.

So there it is.  That’s what I think about all of this stuff shit.  Take what you want out of it and leave the rest behind.  And enjoy your life as much as you can without making some else hate theirs.  That’s not too much to ask in my opinion.  Bye bye……

What follows is the original Post 

Update 12:42 a.m. Wednesday, April 4th, 2011 2012 Just noticed that lol.

(THERE YOU GO GUYS HOPEFULLY YOU WILL LIKE IT MUCH BETTER NOW.  IT’S MUCH LESS VENOMOUS OKAY ROGER BLAND AND “JUST A THOUGHT”?)

I’ve been told off by several readers of this post for my anti-women and anti-homosexual venom so I’m going to correct the portions of my write up that contain these disparaging  views.  I apologize to anyone offended by these remarks.

UPDATE:  9:52 a.m. Tuesday, April 3rd,2011

This post is getting an unbelievable number of views and from what my stats indicate, many of these are from wonderful people hot bitches.  I just wanted to say thanks for that.  

Here is the basic story as I know it.  Approximately 9 days ago in Baltimore, Maryland an adult male  standing on a sidewalk was surrounded by a group of young adult males and females.  One of the females who looked like she was just wearing panties and a tee shirt started grinding her butt stinkyfat ass into the guys crotch like she wanted to make love get penetrated.

One guy in a grey beenie starts creeping up to the victim on his right then two guys with white shirts are right next to him on the left.  The taller one, Aaron Jacob Parsons reaches into the victim’s front right pocket and grabs something before the guy could stop him.  Then the victim starts walking towards the criminal Parsons who sucker punches him with a cowardly but lethal right hook, sending the innocent man tumbling to the concrete where he is then beset upon by the crowd of approximately 15 people who proceed to punch, kick, slap and stomp him.

I was lurking on 4chan.org/b/ laughing out loud like a mental patient at the crazy shit that goes on there when a link to the video causing all the commotion popped up along with the usual /b/tarded request for justice, saying how this bullshit couldn’t be tolerated and a bunch of random blah blah blah.  Same sorta shit you will see there right now if you feel the need to walk on the wild side.

Our version of the video was on Twitter and came from  the account of Rashad PItts aka King Cash aka CASTton_kutcher.

His Twitter page and Facebook were still up at that time so I was reading his tweets where he’s talking all tough about dry snitches and all this other ghetto ass bullshit basically trying to intimidate the pests from /b/ who were already getting started with a seek and destroy mission against him and his buddy the now infamous Aaron Jacob Parsons.

Rashad Pitts was the cameraman who filmed this inhuman assault.  He was also revving up Parsons, egging him on to steal the guys watch and introducing his video with an “only in baltimore” which was followed up by Parsons with a shout out to worldstarhiphop.com.

It was also posted on the attackers Twitter page which has since been deleted along with his Facebook.  The original guy who started the whole thing is Aaron Jacob Parsons @flyguyparsons on Twitter.

The continuation video is on LiveLeak.com and it is deplorable and despicable.  Here that is:

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=679_1332640868

It shows the poor getting robbed like a dead man and stripped all the way naked on the street corner.

It made me sick to watch. Once the first punch was thrown by Parsons, it seemed to trigger the pack mentality in the rest of the group.  I’ve never understood why these types of beatings are tolerated, and in fact seem to be the modus operandi for most street gangs to use when dealing with someone considered a rival or an enemy.  There just seems to be an element of implied cowardice inherent in this form of doting out punishment.  Where is the challenge in having 15 guys beat down one guy?

I don’t see the bravery. I don’t see an element of respect being garnered by the ones issuing the beating.  I simply believe that mob beatings lack honor and are not anything to ever feel proud of.    I always think to myself what a bunch of really bad people cunts to do that shit.  Even the females ugly ass whores that were there were slapping the guy when he was on the ground and shit should be sent to the penitentiary. Ruffians!! Assholes!.

Obviously they all know they are going to the penitentiary soon because they all deleted their social media accounts and started making anonymous threats on 4chan.org/b/.  I guess they thought they were going to intimidate an army of anonymous /b/’s but the /b/’s were having none of that.  They started digging deep and got Aaron Jacob Parson’s phone number (443)-633-8508, his Myspace, Facebook etc., posted the video on youtube.com (which was taken down by the interesting management pussy fucks at youtube…God I strongly DISLIKE hate youtube).

It was put on reddit.com. Here’s the link for that UPVOTE FOR JUSTICE: http://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/rqyle/assault_man_randomly_assaulted_and_robbed_for_his/

It was pretty funny to read all the tough talk coming from those cowards on their twitter accounts only to have them delete their own accounts and run for the hills like the dastardly dopes pussies they are.  I for one, sincerely hope they are arrested and sent to prison for what they did to that poor guy.  Darn Fuck them.  And dudes….you guys hang out with the loveliest females ugliest, skankiest looking, stinky ass whores I’ve ever seen.

You guys are mean!! Die Fuckers

a.j.p.
Aaron Jacob Parsons, hitting the guy was one thing. Turning out his pockets when the dude helpless on the ground yet another.
Not entirely sure that I understand the need to take off everything including another mans panties
i’m so sorry for being SUCH A meany BITCH
no matter what the color of my skin is i am an hero asshole
Hi, I’m Aaron, I enjoy sweater vests and long walks on the beach…

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Here is Aaron Jacob Parsons Facebook

Then and there I got a sinking feeling in my chest, I knew what was coming was something that our oblivious victim in the green mountain dew shirt was not going to enjoy terribly much. A cowardly assault I could handle, shit I’ve seen millions of them live and on the world wide.  I pretty much have numbed myself to getting emotional about matters out of my control and to be honest there is just so much out there in cyberspace, much of it exponentially more horrifying then this but…..and yes there is a but….I do not claim to understand myself well enough to even try and figure out why some stories just take hold of my brain, to the point that i cannot move from my chair until my heart tells me that i have done everything possible to investigate and figure out why (mostly) this or that fucked up situation took place.  i get so mad at some of these people and i feel so sad for these victims that my own internal justice center compels me to doggedly pursue every scrap of clue out there, looking under every rock, reading every thread, google data mining myself into oblivian,  until my brain and heart sigh and i’ve somehow killed six hours and i’m fucking starving  dying of thirst need to piss so bad…i’m drained…dead to the world bemoaning the fact that all my good intentions for a session of real productivity handling tasks often crucial to my survival on the planet, let alone my well being have been thrown out the fucking window yet again.  I never have anything tangible to show for my efforts which is a shame because if i’m honest and not just tooting my own horn, i’m saying about myself, “the kids got talent”.  there is no denying it, i’m smart, savvy, well educated and tenacious as a badger.  you would probably be shocked if it i told you to what lengths i’ve gone to fully immerse myself in one of my quests to understand what basically boils down to the pig headed, evil nature of quite a large percentage of the population roaming the planet today, and every day before today.  i learn some of the craziest shit in the strangest ways and it probably serves no purpose except between me and the victim, especially if they have died as a result of whatever it is i’ve latched onto,  i feel this weird connection and i can’t stop myself from continuing whether my right shoulder is aching my fingers and feet are numb like they are right now or not, i can’t stop until i feel like the victim feels that i’ve done my duty to get to the bottom of whatever it is that caused them to be victimized and usually die.  its respect and sadness and overwhelming empathy that drives me and its truly for the most part a personal thing. i do write this blog but nobody reads it and i really couldn’t give a shit for the most part, i’m just doing my part to keep striving, searching for answers to queries that will never be answered to my satisfaction.  i get clues but true satisfaction never. i’m always in search of that story that the world has got all wrong, one where the perpetrator is the victim, one where my faith in humanity can somehow be restored a little. i can’t even define for myself  what my quest even is so i’m definitely doomed.  how can you find the answers you are looking for if you don’t even know what the question that you’re asking is?  that’s a devastating thought to me it really is.  but what am i supposed to?  all i can do is resign myself to another long session of data mining until i have followed every thread, investigated every possible correlation among the minutia available at my fingertips.  using a machine to try and understand what motivates a person its fucking retarded.  its not good for me to dwell when i’m in this reflective, yearning, questioning mood, on nights exactly like tonight when the room is quiet except for the sounds of my fingers, the humming of the piece of shit tower i’m using, the sound of the rice cooker popping to signify that its done.  my face is hot, my ears and cheeks are burning and i’m babbling.  there is some point to this exercise if i could just figure out what it is and let the profound truth of it just release itself and in doing so release me from this chair i would be so grateful.  when i wrote the post i’m editing right now (why by the way has been reblogged on this site should you choose to have me shut the fuck up and just get to the content you came here for) i was in a different mindset.  if you are ever bored you should spend a day going through all my posts.  there are unquestionably some brilliant things that i’ve written lurking in my archives.  the truly special ones i reread in awe, never even remembering writing them and i get that sense of twitchy freaky hairs on my arms standing up sorta creepy (but not) feeling coursing through my head and my narcissism lulz take over and i know i am fated for something more then an ordinary existence.  lol aren’t we all. for fuck’s sweet sake.  killing me.

I tell you what, i’m not deleting this stuff but i’m going to do you all a favor and move my original content back up and this literary mumbo jumbo bullshit to the end and i’ll even warn you before you start reading it that you will end up cursing my name and muttering to yourself if you choose to continue past a certain point.  

I’ll just do that now …hold on….

I find myself often (rightclick/copy/openlink)ing anything remotely interesting on the internet and this was no exception. I probably had thirty windows open and refreshing (we have the worst slow shitty dsl) and my routine usually is to stay on whatever i’m on at the time until i know its safe to start clicking on the new batch of bullshit.  Its fun, its addicting, you learn a lot of useless information but you feel connected to the world at the same time so whatever.  anyways i digress as usual.  sorry about that.