Now I have control over 40% of the front page of Google for your real name, and 50% if you count google images. If you think I am not going to have some fun Photoshopping pictures of you leading the gay pride parade or making out with Freddie Mercury : “Denial” is not just a river in Egypt, my friend.
If anyone wants to add thier throughts to the Twitter moment…
Morgan Mcnerney Is a Tranny Pornographer Residing In Newport Beach, CA
Amended 2/2/2016: At Mogan's urging, I had initially decided to take this post down, but I've been thinking about it and weather he made a comment or not: Where was your mercy and compassion October 8th, 2013? You could have broken the vote that ultimately ruined my life, but you didn't: SO FUCK YOU! Even more ironic, being fired from a company for having a “drug problem” BY people with drug problems!
In case you haven't noticed, I've been going through a severe bout of depression. I recently lost all sensation in my left arm driving across the country after losing my house. Below demonstrates dickhead business partners Morgan Mcnerney, of Newport Beach, had to say on the matter:
I was shocked at the insensitivity this bastard had, considering I haven't spoken a word to him in almost four years, so I fired back, and there was a small verbal melee, you can read it if you want it's nothing that great. I admit to a couple of misspellings because I have to rely on Dragon Dictate these days to type.
Let me make this clear; I am not threatening Morgan with any physical harm. However, I rely on Facebook advertising to earn a living, and he got my account banned for 30 days for posting a picture of his ugly mug. I figured if he had the balls to make a comment like that, the least I can do is return the favor and post a picture of the face of the guy who had the fortitude to be so insensitive.
I figured there isn't anything I can do to him, so I may as well make his life hell on Google so he can't even get a job at McDonald's. This idiot has the gall to call himself a "graphic designer" but his chronic pot smoking impaired in from even trying to learn CSS in till it least 2010 even though cascading style sheets had become the web standard going back as far as 1997.
Newport Beach: Do You Know Who Your Neighbors Are?
And just for your information, Morgan Mcnerney is a peddler of straight, gay and transsexual pornographic material and is responsible for the creation of the websites and the content contained therein. Morgan tries to keep a low-key profile blending in with the other rich snobs in Newport Beach. When, in fact, if the neighborhood Association knew what he did for a living, they would have him run out of the exclusive country club community in seconds flat.
This is the corporation he is currently a member of that produces transsexual and "straight" hardcore pornography and puts it up on "tube sites" even though Morgan has a young child shouldn't be exposed to.
Causes Morgan cares about these are the things that Morgan claims to care about on his LinkedIn page which all are a bunch of bullshit just so the child protective services don't call me and take his child. The only thing that Morgan cares about his marijuana, Pornography, fast cars, alcohol, and it has been arrested two times in of Orange County.
Animal Welfare - yeah right
Arts and Culture - doesn't know how to use a crayon
Children - un-fit father
Education - high school dropout
Environment - as long as there's slogan his lungs
Health - see above
Human Rights -as long as it involves growing marijuana in his backyard
Politics - now that's a laugh
Science and Technology - Morgan has barely made enough technical progress to make it out of the Stone Age
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues – Steely Dan
Thursday Was The Worst Day of My Life By A Long-Shot!
I've been through a lot of hard shit lately, but this week, by far, has been the most difficult pill to swallow: I am officially done as a guitar player, which has been my life lifelong ambition and one real passion.
After losing my house in California, I was forced to drive across the country with the few things that I wanted to keep: My guitars, amps, computers and other musical equipment.
One of my big reasons for coming to Atlanta was because, even though I was in bands in LA, I always just joined just to keep up my chops, not because I was particularly into what they were doing musically. I always had to be playing. Even if I weren't jamming in a band, I would pick up the guitar for at least a half hour a day to practice. Despite all the craziness and my detour into porn, I have always considered myself (above all things) a guitar player. I think if you Google my name it even suggests it. I figured I could move to Atlanta, join a few bands, and slowly start piecing my life back together.
Of course, I would never have that kind of luck. My drive from Los Angeles to Atlanta was loaded with detours and road construction. I should've known I had bad luck in the mail when on the second day I went to adjust the driver's side mirror, and it just fell into the highway and smashed. The 35-hour drive turned into a 45-hour drive.
By the time I was on my third day, I was still west of the Mississippi. I decided that no matter how long I had to drive, I was going to reach Atlanta. I drove from 10 AM that morning until 1 AM the next day without stopping once, except to refuel and grab a coffee and gummy bears.
By the time I reached Atlanta, I was exhausted but glad I finally made it. I immediately crashed out for a few hours and then when I woke up, I took my beloved ESP Guitar (which belonged to Jeff Hanneman) and tried to play a few notes. My ring finger was half numb, and I couldn't feel my pinky at all. I had lost all dexterity in both fingers and didn't even have the strength to push the strings down with my left hand.
I Should Have Never Done Things Right Handed?
I'm left-hand dominant; I just play guitar right-handed for some reason.
At first, I blew it off, thinking it was just my body tired from the drive, but after a few days, it didn't get better. I decided to go to a chiropractor, after a few adjustments, he told me if I hadn't seen any improvement at all I should see an orthopedist.
In the meantime, some asshole found one of my old checkbooks I left at my house in California and thoroughly emptied my bank account to $0 (-$500 actually). I am still trying to straighten that out with the bank.
You know you were in trouble when you go to the doctor, and the first thing he says is, “Oh shit!”
Apparently, I have some of “the worst Ulnar nerve damage” he's ever seen. Oddly enough, it was the driver's side door from Los Angeles to Atlanta that did me in. Too many hours of it bumping around on the door compressed something in my elbow and impinged the nerve
The Surgery Was A Dud
I'm going in for surgery on Tuesday, but it's a “Hail Mary,” best case scenario 18 months to 2 years recovery time, but I'm likely never to recover because the nerve is already dead and the muscle in my hand has already begun to atrophy. I know, the same thing happened to Dave Mustaine, that was in 2002 when he could heal quicker as well.
Of a lot of hard days I've had lately, Thursday was by far the worst.
In case any of you motherfuckers thought I was a slouch on guitar: I could play even the best under the table. I was going to put together a compilation of guitar solos, but it is emotionally too much for me to handle right now. Here's just a taste, follow the link to the video for more:
The Despised:https://www.facebook.com/despisedatlanta/ – A Punk band featuring Atlanta comedy kingpin Rodney Leete. I wrote all the hit songs but got none of the credit. Now my music career is over, they say comedy comes from a place of pain, I have plenty of that.
I guess he wasn't too happy about some announcements I made about his HIV status. It takes Twitter awhile to follow-up on complaints, so my account didn't get whacked until just last week. Who knows? It could have been the work of Robert Huizenga.
It is amazing nobody is bringing this up: Celebrity doctor Dr. Robert Huizenga is just as responsible for the HIV cover-up as Charlie himself! A Harvard graduate, Mr. Huizenga isn't stupid, but how could he be so cavalier? He implicated himself as an enabler in Charlie's web of deception in The Today Show interview.
Dr. Robert Huizenga Just As Guilty As Charlie Sheen In HIV Cover-up!
This applies to reporting all new cases of HIV infection, it doesn't matter if a physician diagnosis it or prescribes medication: It is a requirement you report your HIV+ patient by name to the health department.
In my first post, Charlie Sheen told Girl #1, “Don't worry, I will make an appointment with my doctor” when she was understandably distressed by posthumously discovering his HIV+ condition. Guess who Sheen's the doctor was?
Dr. Robert Huizenga.
Why did Sheen insist she go his doctor; rather than a random clinic? If tested positive, she wouldn't be reported to the Health Department and throw a monkey wrench in Sheen's playboy lifestyle!
That is how much of a sociopath Charlie is!
A celebrity doctor isn't nearly as attractive to the tabloid media an “A-list actor,” but you cannot ignore the fact this man broke his Hippocratic Oath by failing to report a life threatening infection.
In closing, here is another interesting fact about Dr. Robert Huizenga. He was called as a witness for the defense in the OJ Trials in 1995.
More proof, if you lay down with dogs, you wake up with fleas.
Charlie Sheen reported on The Today Show with Matt Lauer he's known of his HIV positive status for four years, always had protected sex, and informed every sexual partner of his diagnosis.
That is bullshit…
No matter if you are an A-list actor or a homeless person — under California law, all new HIV infections must be reported to the Health Department:
H& S Code Section 121022(a) requires health care providers and clinical laboratories to report HIV infection by patient name to the local health officer, and mandates local health officers to report unduplicated HIV cases by patient name to CDPH. CCR, Title 17, Sections 2641.5-2643.20 provide specificity for reporting cases of HIV – https://www.cdph.ca.gov/programs/aids/Documents/RPT2010_01HIVAIDSLaws2009.pdf
The health department will ask the patient to disclose a list of their sexual partners. For Charlie Sheen, that would be a lengthy one. The Health department would then find, contact, and test each person to keep them from spreading a potentially life threatening disease.
I had the atypical form of tuberculosis in the pleura of my chest cavity. I didn't have the “whooping-cough” usually associated with TB. The doctors said there was little chance I had transmitted TB, but were bound by Hippocratic Oath to turn my name over to the health department.
It was a giant pain in the ass.
Does anyone else find it odd Charlie Sheen didn't have to go through such formalities?
If the understaffed California Health Department had to track all the bed-mates of a guy who openly admits to having sex with over 5000 women — when do you think this story would have surfaced?
Simple answer: 2011.
In the interview, Charlie claims to have informed every woman he's slept with of his HIV+ condition.
Let's do the simple math on that:
Charlie Sheen is 50 years-old. 5000 divided by 50 equals 100 women per year. For simplicity's sake, we'll assume Charlie's been a cocksman since the age of zero.
Meaning, in four years, he's informed 400 women he is HIV-positive! If this is the case — when do you think this story would've broken?
Simple answer: 2011.
Not surprisingly, Matt Lauer was throwing some serious softball questions, but you didn't need to be a polygraph machine to see the guy was full of shit.
Worse, the choice of tweets from viewers was ridiculous. How many “the vilest man on Earth” or “complete scumbag” messages do they have to dig through to find those gold nuggets?
In my 20 years of working on the web, I've never seen anything this strange. I registered this domain around 11AM PST and set wordpress up on my hosting. In the hour, someone HAD ALREADY HACKED THIS SITE! They obviously have a keylogger on my computer or access to my email. Someone really doesn't want me to talk! This is someone who I know – judging by what the contents of their posting — have a pretty short list of suspects!
Here are some screenshots…
A lot of people think that I am the ultimate fuck up, when the fact is the only thing I care about is my marketing business. I barely drink, I don't hang out with anyone — I just keep to myself. I'm sure it only fuels the speculation!
The only difference between myself and my critics is: I'm honest about who I am, perhaps to a fault. Meanwhile, better-dressed lecherous scumbags and liars are the wolves in sheep's clothing you should be watching for.